Downtown Ponyville, at the home of none other than Discord the Draconequus, Master of the Strangeness.

Who was currently making his way down the spiral staircase in his home towards the front door, intent to go out and purchase for himself an ice cream. He had a hankering for something sweet but he'd decide what flavor he wants once he got there. His colleague and fellow sorcerer Whooves, or also know as Doctor Whooves, trotted after him, the two deep in conversation. Something deep and spiritual.

"Seriously? You don't have any money?" Discord asked, stopping briefly and look at him, making sure he heard him right.

"Attachment to the material is detachment from the spiritual," he said, trying to sound sage and sounding more like a dork. Adjusting his glasses didn't help either.

He rolled her eyes. 'Typical guy' "I'll tell the guys at the ice cream shop, maybe they'll make you a metaphysical ice cream"

"No, wait, wait, wait," Doctor Whooves said, hurrying to his side, checking under his cloak. "Wait, I do have... uh... well it's about two hundred," he said, checking the currency he'd found in his back pocket.

"Bits?" asked Discord, one eyebrow raised skeptically. He did, however, stop to wait for him

"Chivs," he replied. It was an obscure currency.

"Which is?"

A grimace crossed his face as his glasses slid down, trying to do the math. "Uh... bit and a half?" He said,  Which wouldn't buy him a pack of candy oats.

Discord sighed deeply, knowing there was no way he could, in good conscience, abandon his friend to fight off hunger by himself. It's not like he could cook, not unless they had a book on that somewhere in the library. And even then... well, he'd seen him burn juice.

Shaking his head he asked, "What do you want me to get you?"

"Well, I wouldn't say no to a..."

He was cut off as a horrible crashing noise filled the air, and both of them moved out of the way of the base of the stairs as something crashed down through the floor with the force of a truck. Something surrounded by a rainbow glow. Definitely magical in nature.

Exchanging a quick glance, Discord and Doctor Whooves sprang forward, the latter got up to his hind legs and conjuring a ring of magical runes around his front hooves, the former summoning his Cloak of Levitation. It snapped around his shoulders as the two of them peered into the hole left by the strike, curious to see what had made it and if it was dangerous.

For a second, it was huge, easily the biggest pony they'd ever seen, with a dark yellow coat and bulging muscles atop of bulging muscles. But even as the rainbow glow faded, they saw a paler yellow shade and a demure, almost petite looking pony there, covered in bruised and smudges. Her mane was pale pink, and her eyes were wide and frightened. Wherever she'd come from, she looked like she'd gone through hell. And hell was still coming after her.

"Tirek is coming," she gasped out. She looked at both of them with wide trembling eyes. Her voice sweet but shaking with a terrible fear. "He's coming..."

The two sorcerers shared a look, the latter just as confused as the former.

"... who?" The master of Strangeness asked, raising an eyebrow.