//------------------------------// // A Private Talk // Story: The Story of Chris the Changeling // by Silver Inkwell //------------------------------// “What do you want to talk about?” Quentin asked. “Well first I wanted to thank you for granting my request of giving every pony their memory back, and secondly, thanks for never giving up on me.” “You’re welcome,” Quentin said, “It was an honor to do so, but I fear that your actions have dramatically altered the timeline, this wasn’t supposed to happen, and I could not, did not see it happening, you changed everything Chris, and who knows what that will bring, if it will bring more danger and peril for other ponies, or perhaps and new and different kind of peace that we do not know.” “Well I’m not concerned with altering the timeline or whatever, all I want to do now is to rest, and of course to speak to Eve privately, my final words are for her, and her alone, so do you think you could give us some time alone?” “Of course,” Quentin said leaving the room. “Eve,” Chris said once Quentin left, “I did it, I saved every pony, I kept my word and promise, but I still feel like I’m missing something deep down inside. I don’t know what it is, but I want to find out, and where is this Doctor of yours? Shouldn’t he have shown up by now with all this danger and peril around?” “I don’t know where he is, but he didn’t come while you were gone, I guess he didn’t need to, the problem took care of itself as it always does here.” “Well I guess so with the Mane 6 in Equestria, but tell me, what happens now?” “I don’t know, but the town is calling you a hero, and they want to build something in your honor and memory, probably a statue or something big.” “A statue would be nice, but I don’t want one, I want peace and quiet and rest, and I want to see this Doctor of yours, I’m just dying to meet him.” “I hope it’s not literally at this point,” “It just might be with my condition,” Chris said smiling at the joke. “Did you know Princess Celestia and Princess Luna heard of your brave act and are coming on their way here?” “They are?” “Yes, yes they are.” “Well that’s fine I guess, but there’s something I still don’t understand here…” “What, is it your missing part?” “No, a question, the crystal flowers, or changeling flowers as they should be called, they don’t have a smell, but that’s only true if the flower is blooming or is dead or if a changeling smells it, to any other pony it smells like that which they love most, it was a way to attract ponies so that we could gain their love, and that part worked, and the poison was a last resort, but here’s the thing, Apple Bloom said she smelled nothing, yet all the flowers I saw were in full bloom, so that only leaves two logical options, Apple Bloom was lying, which I find most likely considering that I do not think that she is a changeling.” “But why would she lie?” “I have no idea, but she must have had a very good reason to do it.” “I can’t imagine why she would lie with her life on the line,” “Me neither, but I intend to find out, perhaps there are other forces at work here, forces that work far beyond my knowledge and understanding.” “Well I hope you get better, I’ll be going now.” “Alright, I’ll see you later then, give my thanks to every pony, especially the family, and especially to your older Brother Quentin, you all helped so much.” “I will,” Eve said as she left.