A shiver runs through my body for the third time that day and I clench my jaw before gritting my teeth, closing my eyes and thinking about things that are meant to be peaceful, nothing like the storm raging in the equestria

The gust of wind and flash of light I feel without opening my eyes let's me know that jesta was back from wherever he went when he wasn't being hassled by me

I hear more than see him shiver too, still trying to block the images filling my mind

" I might actually choke on all the energy in here, who in the world is causing up a storm? " he asks taking a sit beside me and proceeding to do the same thing I was doing

"what level is it? " jesta asks and I breathe in

" dark " I reply simply

" how dark? " he replies and I breathe in again, pushing away the images unwillingly forced into my head

" it's bad enough for you to not want to do anything about it? Even your usual manipulation? " he asks and I'm tempted to open an eye and throw him a look that he would then pretend not to see

"I can't change a person's heart jesta"
I state simply, clenching my fists,

the air only gets thicker and it's almost overwhelming, Jesta breathes in deep and his eyes pop open

" amatin why isn't it fading? " he asks and I'm tempted not to answer him, I could see everything but still couldn't fully understand it

" he's mourning " I say and I hear jesta sigh, probably less than amused at my less than enlightening answers

" so he desires necromancy? " jesta says and I nod stiffly

" I...