//------------------------------// // Sept... no... sext... I don't know. // Story: Author of Reality // by LucidTech //------------------------------//         The stallion rammed another hoof against the sturdy chest of the biped that had just acted uninvited, but it didn’t flinch under the flinch, just looked back at him with a pair of apathetic eyes. “Aren’t you getting tired? It’s been ten minutes.” Author said with a tone of beige and normal that bit at the air with an unidentifiable feeling beneath it. Author’s hands twitched slightly, as they had ever since he had done his magic, he still was trying to get his nerves and calm demeanor back together, luckily he was very practiced in the art of pretending he was fine. “What did you do to my son!” Shouted the father of the child on the table, ignoring Author’s question. The mother had left to find a doctor to fix the situation, a fit of horror and fear on her face when she left. From here Author knew exactly how this was gonna play out, he'd run it through his head so many times by this point it would have been impossible not to. So far though, they hadn't buried him alive, so it he had that going for him, which was nice. “Wonder what’s taking the doctor so long, I’d like this to be over with as soon as possible.” Author had decided if his own questions were gonna be ignored he may as well ignore everyone elses. Through all of this roiling chaos the colt on the table was managing to sleep peacefully, his mind far away from the room. Author decided he hadn't given the doctors enough credit, as the sleeping medication had been doing it’s job perfectly, and to such a degree that he was honestly surprised. As if he had summoned them by words alone the doctor ran into the room, the mother just a step or two behind him. They both shot Author a horrible look and moved towards the child with all haste. The doctor’s horn lit up with every step until he was next to his patient, at which time he closed his eyes and focused on his work. Silence permeated the air, the parents eagerly awaiting the diagnosis. “Wait, what?” mumbled the doctor, and the parents leaned closer, putting all their effort into not screaming questions at him as he worked. “But that’s not…” His voice died away and his magic intensified, scanning every square inch of the colt for his old disease. “He’s…” The doc ended his spell and looked at the parents. “He’s completely cured.” Everyone looked at Author then, and he blinked in response. Then, mumbling lowly and under his breath, “And then you say…” He said, looking at the father. “What else did you do to him!? What scheme are you planning with our son!?” Author sighed, just because he had seen it coming didn’t mean it softened the blow of the words actually hitting the air. “I’m out of here, take good care of your son, I’d rather my magic not go to waste anytime soon.” The father immediately moved between Author and the door, a dark glare on his face. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what you did.” The phrase brought anger to Author’s face, he hadn’t bothered to play the scenario out this far, and now he was getting pissed by the continued, so called, loyalty of this father. With a mere clench of his hand, a small explosion of power sent the father to the side, freeing up passage for the biped out of the room. “Don’t you dare threaten me ever again.” Author said through gritted teeth, not looking to anyone particular as he spoke. After leaving the scene he soon heard steps following him from behind and he turned on his heel to see if the father had decided on a death sentence. As it turned out, he hadn’t, and instead the mother was now slowing to a soft canter as she approached Author's tall form. She looked up at him with moist eyes and began to speak in a rippling, fragile voice. “I- I don’t know why you did it…” She began. “But if you really only cured him, then you have my deepest thanks for saving my son.” Author dropped to his knees so he could look the mare in the eyes. “That’s nice, but you know what?” She shook her head. “If people talk bad about me I would bet fifty to one odds that you still wouldn’t stand up for me, because I’m still a monster to you, you’re just confused by all the emotions welling up inside of you, so you think I’m a good guy right now.” Author raised himself from the floor and began to walk away. “Just give it an hour or two.” The mare stayed behind, thinking about the words for a minute, before she soon went back to her husband and son. Author, meanwhile, made for the exit, and passed by a pink pony carrying several ‘get well’ balloons. Author grabbed one with a deft swipe, not pausing for a minute. When Pinkie turned to look at him in confusion he already had his back to her. “Thanks.” He called over his shoulder only moments before he disappeared out of the door. He drew gazes as he walked the streets of a twilight bound Canterlot, sunset and moonrise bidding each other greetings from the horizons. The two princesses sharing the moment as they swapped each other the waking shift. “Wow.” Author said to himself, his steps taking him back to the castle, a joyfully bouncing balloon in his hand. “I’m a jackass.”