I perk up when this “Celestia” pony sees a scroll forming in front of her.
“Huh? A letter? Already?”
“What is it?”
“Oh, it’s from Twilight.”
“Ah. That pony you mentioned from earlier?”
“Yes. I sent a letter regarding your presence and that the younger changeling that was headed to southern Ponyville may be who you were looking for.”
So, I skim through the letter a few times as Celestia lets me.
“Wait a minute. How does Twilight know about Aita?!?”
“Hmm. Twilight did say that Aita most likely couldn’t say much when she was here.”
My third time around, I catch a word I thought I would never see.
“Huh? What’s this? Wait, what?!? YOU PRESSED MY NEAR THREE YEAR OLD SON?!? WERE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!? He can’t even talk in complete sentences yet!!! That’s it! Time to head to ‘Ponyville’!”
I zip outside and look to the south, catching a town seemingly filled with cottages out in the distance. Wherever this “Ponyville” is, that must be it. It’ll have to do.
So, after an hour, I manage to get inside the town. However, every single pony starts gawking at me like I’d done something wrong. Did it have to do with that clip I saw before all of this happened? After about five seconds of noticing, I decide to pay no mind to the gawks and head straight south. What lies ahead is a cottage to my left with a forest up ahead.
I stop for a second. If Twilight already knows about Aita, I should find that pony’s place instead of looking in the forest. Aita is already with her, so I’ll try to find Twilight’s house.
Coming up north, I face west to spot an unusual house that’s in the shape of a tree with a bee hive hanging on the north side. I decide to knock on the door, presuming that someone already lives inside.
Upstairs, I hear a knock on the door. I rush to the main entrance of the house, opening it to surprise as an adult changeling had knocked on the door.
“Um, hi?”
“Hmm. You look familiar. I assume you’re the one I saw when I watched a couple of recordings from this nation.”
“Recordings? That kind of technology is particularly limited here. But because of what you said, I know that I can trust that you’re the second one of your kind to come here unassociated with the invasion of Canterlot.”
“Canterlot?!?”
“Where you just were?”
“OH, is that where you were from?”
“Wait. How did you know?”
“Where I was looked similar to the setting of one of the clips I saw. I figured that you lived in Canterlot. Wait a minute, you said that I was the second changeling unassociated with Queen Chrysalis. Do you know Aita?!? Are you THE Twilight?!?”
“The one and only.”
I gasp, rushing into the room that has the main entrance.
“Where’s Aita?”
Finally, I see Aita, sitting calm in front of the wall underneath of the stairs.
“Okaeri.”
“What did he say?!?”
“I think I know what he said. A friend of mine says that it means ‘welcome’. Oh, Aita. Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“So, how did Aita get here in the first place if he isn’t associated with the rest of his kind? For that matter, how did you?”
“Well, you might not believe it, but there’s a place called Wisconsin.”
“Wisconsin? Don’t you mean Whinniesconsin? And I was asking how you and Aita GOT here?”
“To my understanding, Aita got here the same way I apparently did, coming across my friend from earlier, by using his horn. I remember, when looking for him in Wisconsin, seeing a flash like lightning, just with a green tint. I think that’s how he ended up in Canterlot.”
“Oh. But what about you?”
“I teleported and flew north for about three hours before getting to Canterlot. The rest you might know.”
“Wait, where did you teleport to?”
“As close to Equestria as I can, which so happened to be where Queen Chrysalis teleported me when I was at an abandoned building filled with love.”