Now that Carl and his ‘friends’ were gone it was only he and the girl that stood there all alone in the field, and she stood there with fear, but she did not move, she must be brave to do so after all that she has seen and heard, he thought.
She still stood with a look of shock and surprise and now Star Swirl finally had a good chance to look at her
for quite some long time. The girl had a white body with pink hair and purple eyes and also had pink hooves and a pink tail too.
Her cutie mark was a simple pink pearl that had nothing else around it, and judging by her looks and her size and the fact that she had saved him, he guessed that not only was she the same age that he was, but that she was also probably in the same school he was, and probably in the same class as well.
“How did you do that?” she said after a long moment of silence between them.
“I don’t know, but I don’t think that’s the question you should be asking right now, even if it is a good one, the real question is who I am, after all, don’t you want to know my name after all you have seen and heard?
Shouldn’t you know the name of the pony that you saved from a fight and battler, but the one who in a kind favor to be returned save d you from being seriously hurt or injured?”
“You’re right,” she said, “And please excuse my manners, I guess I must not be thinking clearly after what I saw, but then again, I guess any pony would be after that. But anyhow I guess you’re right, what’s your name, oh strange and powerful pony who saved my life from me being seriously hurt or injured?”
“You may simply call me Star Swirl, and what about you strange and unusual girl who is both is odd and wears a cloak of mystery around her very aura?”
“My name is Pearl, Pearl Shining, and it’s nice to meet you Star Swirl, but tell me, are you in this school? I’ve never seen you around this place before today and right now, well I might have, but I probably didn’t notice you is what I mean, and I’m sorry if I did” she said shyly with genuine sincerity and honesty.
“Yes, I do go to this school, and I already guessed that we are not only at the same school and the same age, but quite possibly and probably in the same class, but I need to be sure, tell me, are you in Mrs. Cake’s magic class?”
“Why yes, I am, how in the world did you ever guess that?”
“Simple logic of course, is there any other kind of logic? Well I guess there is, complex and paradoxical and circular and confusing and round and time, but I suppose I answered my own question so there is also rhetorical logic as well, and funny logic and magic logic too, I suppose there is all kinds of logic in this world and all other as well, but tell me this, how old are you right now?”
“Why I’m six of course, same age as you if you’re in her class too.”
“Well you’re quite right, I am in the same class as you and the same age as you, what great luck, but not coincidence I do not think, for there is no such thing as coincidence, there is only the mere illusion and appearance of it in life, but I do not wish to speak about something that will surely confuse your mind, perhaps instead we should talk about simple common things that others would talk about, however there is only one small slight problem to which I propose.”
“And what is that” Pearl asked very confused at what he was saying, and she tried to piece it together, but it was no use, he was too general and vague.
“I have never talked to any pony else, and I don’t have any friends either, so I wouldn’t have a clue or idea about any single thing that they would talk about, but perhaps you do, and perhaps you could teach me, and to think about the irony of that, you teaching me when it is I that should be teaching you about what I can do and who I am, but then again, if I never learned what I didn’t know, I wouldn’t ever know that which I did not know, which is very little indeed, but anyhow, on to the matter and topic at hoof, let us talk instead.”
“Sure thing,” Pearl said not sure how to start, “What’s your favorite color?”
“What do you mean? Do you mean my favorite primary color or my secondary color? Do you mean that which is number one and is above all others, or do you perhaps mean something that I value and love equally as well as the rest, but is the one and only thing that gives me the most ideas and inspiration?
Please specify, and also learn that if you do not ask a specific question of me, then you’ll never get a specific answer out of me, if you don’t learn that then you’ll never learn anything about me or what I can do, and I only tell you this as a kind favor, for we wizards can be very confusing, general, and vague when we wish, and when we don’t we still remain that way just to have fun and mess around with the other ponies’ minds, it’s quite fun and becomes habit if you do it often enough, you should try it some time, I can guarantee that you’ll love it.”
“Well okay then,” Pearl said even more confused than she was before, “What is the color that you like or love or value above all the others and rest the most?”
“Why that would be blue of course, take a look at me if you doubt the truth of the matter or answer, but never fear, I do not lie, and neither does a wizard if the matter or topic of the question asked is good enough and one that can be addressed and talked about and one that the wizard also wishes to address, if he does not wish to address it or talk about it then he will never respond, and nothing that any pony else could do or say would persuade him to do otherwise, once a wizard’s mind is set in his course and pathway, there is no turning it back from his one single focus and thought and idea in his mind. And what about you my dear, what is your favorite color that you like, love, or value above all the rest and others? Or do you even have one at all perhaps?”
“Oh, I have a favorite color, and it is pink,” Pearl said starting to figure out the mystery and riddle of the blue pony with gray eyes and brown hair that stood before her that called himself Star Swirl, “But tell me this, is that what you consider yourself as, a wizard? Do you consider yourself a wizard or not?”
“I do now, but up until a few moments ago, I did not, but then again, a few moments ago, I didn’t have my cutie mark either,” he said with a smile.
“What do you mean exactly?” she asked.
“Well take a look,” he said turning his flank towards her, and then she saw.
His cutie mark was a silver star that had purple lines that curled and waved in a slope downwards to his left when he faced towards his left side; and the same when he faced towards his right side, it looked almost like one could paint it if one tried hard enough, and it also just so happened to look like a shooting star, one that could be shot across the sky in a blazing glory of both fire and ice, yet it was not a falling star because of the lines, but one that would be raised and one that would rise into the sky and space itself as it soared.
“That’s amazing,” Pearl said after a moment of silent reverence and amazement.
“I know, and I got it right after I saved you with my magic, and I don’t know how or why I have it just as much as I don’t know how I did my magic to save you, but what I do know is this, I know my destiny now, I didn’t before, but I do now, I know what I am to do, I am to help all other ponies that I can with my magic and power and strength and knowledge, I must pass my wisdom along and unite these cold, harsh, frozen icy lands, I know that my journey will be hard and long, but well worth the effort, time, and energy, and I know that fate is not certain, for it can be rewritten at will and changed just as well and as easily as history and time can be, I know that I am to do great and powerful things, wise and smart things, I know that I am to teach others, and to learn from them as well. I don’t know how I know this, but perhaps I can see the future now, or at least parts and pieces of it that will become much more clear when their time comes near and approaches, or perhaps not depending upon the actions, thoughts, ideas, fears, and dreams of the other ponies that it concerns when the time comes near or approaches. And I know that I won’t travel this pathway all alone, I will have others to help me along the way as I go, I will not be without food or water or a bed or shelter to protect me from the elements of the outside weather, and I know that only if you wish to that you will be one of the ponies that will help me find my own pathway, so I ask you here and now, will you join me on this great quest even though it may hold danger and peril and the threat and risk of both serious injury and death itself? I know that this probably seems crazy to you, but then again, all great things that ever were or will be have been or will be crazy at some point.
So, I’m asking you to take a leap of faith and hope, and not to doubt my sanity, I’m not crazy, or at least not in the way that you probably think that I am, I am crazy in a different way however, a creative chaotic way of inspired genius.
But then again, all the great leaders that ever was or will be, they were all considered crazy or insane at some point, but that was only because they had great and grand ideas and plans for all the other ponies that they serve.”
“Well you seem like a nice pony, but I don’t know if I can ever leave my family to go explore dangerous lands filled with peril, especially if my life is at risk and in danger, so I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to decline your offer right now.”
“Of course you do,” Star Swirl said with a slight laugh, “But I don’t expect you to join me right now, but perhaps after some time I’ll ask you again soon enough, perhaps in one year when your thoughts, ideas, dreams, and fears have changed enough for you to say yes, but perhaps for now we can be friends instead, I would like for us to be friends right now, wouldn’t you like that?”
“Yes, yes, I would, being friends sounds good, so let’s be friends instead, okay?”
“That sounds good; I guess that we are now officially friends now.”
“I guess so,” Pearl said with a laugh, and with that the two went off walking and talking to each other about their lives casually as the day went on.