More a fortress than a palace, Castle Whitewood stood proudly amongst the forest landscape it was named after. It's cold grey stones darkening with the oncoming night. Inside the residential ponies prepared to settle into sleep. All save for two. King Yggdrasil , guardian and Lord of the forests sat wide awake a top his throne. His coat a brilliant mahogany and a mane as green as the tree's canopies outside, he looked as if his being was once that of an ancient spruce that had sprung to life to take form as an earthpony. Appointed by Celestia herself to watch over and protect Equestria's western boarder, his wise auburn eyes now gazed down