"... What are you all staring at?" I asked the group. The others had been staring at me like I was the one dying, ever since we got on the train. "... Well?"
"Hun," AppleJack said. "We're a bit concerned. Ya look a bit down."
"What? That's just my face. I'm fine." I said.
"You sure?" Asked Pinkie Pie. "'Cause you do seem sad."
"I'm. Fine. Just worried about Ian."
Of course I'd be worried. I'd just entrusted someone who had basically denatured him not even three days ago with delivering a vital part of his body to a place nobody knew about. But given the circumstances, I really had no choice.
"We're all worried, Serene." Rarity said. "But you seem more so than us. Why is that?"
As of thus yet, I'd only told them my name was Serene, and that I'd been Sombra's servant.
"Honestly? You still haven't figured it out? You girls didn't hear me when Sombra was faced down?"
"No. We were a little busy avoiding an avalanche." Rainbow Dash explained, irritated.
"Hm. That's right." I said. "How do I explain this..." I remembered I still had Ian's phone. I pulled it out, putting in the password, and pulling up a photo of me. Back home, when I was still alive. "Has he shown anyone of you this?"
"Yes. He once showed Twilight and I. Or, well, I found it when I was messing with the phone." Lyra said. "Something about his marefriend."
"You mean girlfriend, right?" I was met with a confused look. "Nevermind. Has he ever told you the name?"
"Yeah. What was it?" Lyra asked Twilight.
"Sarah, I think." She said.
"She's me. Or rather, I'm her." I said.
At first I was met with stunned silence. Some expressions changed to skepticism, others to shock, and Lyra simply nodded.
"I figured as much. He did call you Sarah when he woke up." She said. "But at first I chalked it up to confusion."
Suddenly her shadowed expression lighten up, and she began to smile at me. "Oh! That means you know about life as a female human! Ian didn't know to much about that, being male, but-"
"Lyra," I stopped her. "Is this really the time?" I thought about it for a moment. Telling them about human life would be ample evidence of my original species. "Actually, maybe it is."
So I delved into a general explanation of humanity and my own lifestyle when I lived on Earth.
"You don't seem to care all that much about that stuff." Rainbow observed as I talked about my friends and family. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "How do we know you didn't find it out from someone else?"
"I... I don't?" I said, slightly appalled that I could be accused of such. I thought back a moment. It was strange. It all seemed so... distant. It felt like I was talking about someone else. I didn't feel the emotions I did when I talked about Ian, or my family, at least, not as much as I used to. It just didn't click in my head. I wasn't as concerned with them. "I don't see how I can prove otherwise."
Being met with blank stares from the group did not help my rapidly declining mood. "I... I'll be in the other car."
"Woah... this place is-"
"Wonderfully random, isn't it? I still think it could use some more chocolate rain though." Discord said, snapping a claw and having more pink clouds appear above some of the cowering ponies.
I walked in the midst of a completely screwed up town. All of the features I'd noticed further away were present and even more prominent, and some new things I noticed were just absolutely bizarre. Barrels were hopping around chasing ponies. The saloon was slowly burning, but in reverse, and the fire changed color every so often. I could've sworn I saw a tumbleweed rolling away with a steaming pie. At the end of the main street a throne of gold and red velvet had been erected. Discord vanished and popped into place on the throne, reclining with a glass of chocolate milk.
"So," he said, drinking the glass. "What do you think?"
"It definitely has your personal touch." I said, ducking a low flying chocolate rain cloud, getting drenched in the stuff. "But is that damn chocolate rain necessary? I don't even like chocolate."
"Would you prefer vanilla?"
"No," I said quickly. God knows what people would end up thinking if they saw someone covered in white stuff. "No, Chocolate is fine."
"Well then, feel free to wander. I'll make sure the barrels don't attack you. Just give a call if you need something!" He said, vanishing again. The milk he was holding dropped and exploded in front of me.
I took a long look at the world around me. Anarchy. Chaos. This was where all the rejected ideas for a world went. This is where creative whimsy gave way to total madness. Where life was defined by a creature who wanted nothing more than to make things different every time you saw them. This was Discord's ideal land.
I kinda liked it.