//------------------------------// // Tales of Marks // Story: Soren The Alicorn Part 4: The Rift // by KingNyroc15 //------------------------------// As Soren traveled to the location the TARDIS was taking him, he couldn't help but think about his friends, both old and new. Twilight has to be worried, Rainbow is sure to be angry, and Robin...he wasn't sure how she was feeling. I meet a mare, I help her, and we become close friends within a week. The TARDIS made a thud as she finally landed. Soren looked up, snapping from his thoughts. On the screen in front of him read "Destination reached. Magic fluctuation within the vicinity. Don't forget to enjoy yourself." Soren rolled his eyes and cracked a small smile. He then turned around and left the blue box. ------------- Why is there a watering hole in every town in this version of Equestria? Soren thought as he walked the cobblestone streets of this quaint town towards a tavern. Maybe it's nostalgia or something else but Soren wanted to investigate this town's watering hole. And why haven't I found a bustling city yet, granted I haven't even been to Manehatten. This new town had two and three story buildings that dotted the land, but as a whole it was only slightly larger than Sanctum. The colors of houses and buildings varied, allowing for a different atmosphere than the previous town, which felt gloomy half of the time. Soren has read and was told about the bigger cities of Equestria. During this acquirement of knowledge, he found it strange how either the Doctor never visited these places once upon a time or his old memories that Soren should have were truly gone. Shrugging off the thought, Soren walked through the entrance of the tavern, which had no doors. Come to think of it, in this town, most buildings he saw didn't have doors. The watering hole was your typical Western-style saloon, complete with a jukebox, a bar, waitresses, many tables with drunkards sitting at them, and loud conversations filling the air. Soren shook his head. This world...I swear it's trying to be typical. What world have we been brought to? Soren walked around the room, looking at different scenes and hearing different conversations happening. He saw at least two couples kissing (That doesn't help my longing for Rainbow right now), a group of five ponies laughing uncontrollably as their friend attempts to play darts, and a conversation about how a group of ponies got their cutie marks. Soren found interest in this. "...and the bull just wouldn't shut up!" a stallion was explaining. "Arrogant thang he was. I took my rope and skillfully lassoed it around his mouth and brought 'im down. He broke three ropes, but I finally got 'im...or he gave up. In the end, that's how I got my lasso mark here." "Very nice," another stallion commented. "Anypony see any cool marks yet? I hear the mares here in Trottingham have some interesting stories." So this is this world's Trottingham? Soren thought. "Nah," another younger colt interjected. "That's a bunch of bull, no pun intended. Ain't nobody else got an interesting story about their cutie mark." "Wanna make a bet on it?" Soren interjected. The four ponies turned around to stare at him. "Watcha sayin', colt? You think you got a good tale?" "I might. Depends. Does this mark look 'cool?'" Soren flashed his cutie mark to them. Two of them widened their eyes slightly, but the other two were gawking at it. Soren's six-sided rainbow gem was definitely an interesting sight for them. "Maybe you do got a story to tell. Care to share it?" "Why tell the story when I can show you how I got it. You four just have to do something small for me. Here's what you have to do..." ------------- The four stallions understood their portion of Soren's plan. Exchanging glances, the stallions began their alternation of two of them stomping the ground once (producing a bass drum sound) and the other two hitting the tabletop once (producing a lighter pitch sound). This was creating a nice beat for Soren. They also had to sing a few words to enhance the song. Soren was flying above the table as he began a song. "Yeah, You know, technically, I'm not even really supposed to be here right now, So screw it, might as well make the most of it. (Amen, Amen, Amen...) Yeah, feels good, Whooo, guess I'm lucky, Some of us don't get a second chance. But I ain't blowing this one. Naw man, haha Wow I feel like I can do anything now." Who can catch lightning in a bottle? Set fire to water? Comin' out the nozzle on the fire hose, flier than swatters? (Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt.) Smash an hourglass, grab the sand, take his hooves and cup 'em, Spit a rhyme to freeze the clock, take the hooves of time and cuff 'em. (Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt.) There's a storm comin' that the weather mare couldn't predict, I start the ball colt, you better flee cause I get ticked It's a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked. I got up I'm back to buck ya to the ground, ya trick, It's a trap, screw the last city that crap's in my past, I be goddessdamned if another singer gets on my back, I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it's my last. You can die in the blink of an eye, so bat ya eyelashes, And keep winking and blowin' kisses 'cause you're flirting with death I'm destroying your livelihood. I ain't just hurtin' your rep', I catch a flow and get goin', No remorse I'm showin', ain't slowin' for no one, Knowin' there is nothin' you can do about it Zeroin' on the target like a marksman, The target is you. I shut ya lane down, Took ya spot, parked in it too, Arsenic flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do? Go get ya crew to hype you up stand behind you like whoooo! That boy's hot enough to melt Hell, burn Discord too: Fry his flank, and put his ashes back together with glue, See you can hate him, he don't blame you frankly he would too, This game could ill-afford to lose him, how bout you? Now guess who (hey), Here's a clue (hey), He came to the ball in a uniform, lost his new horseshoe, It's on your flank (hey), He's in ya flank, he's all up in your psyche too, Now what's his name? (Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt) If I had a time machine I'd be Cinderella colt (Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt,) Music is my time machine, so call me (Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt,) As the performance went on, a mare sitting alone in the corner of the watering hole watched the white pegasus. She kept to herself and everypony there knew that. Though she had to keep her tough demeanor, the mare felt moved by the singer's confidence and passion in his singing. Buck catching lightning, he struck it Screamed "Shut up!" at thunder, And flipped the world upside down, And made it rain upward (Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt.) Rewound the future to the present, paused it don't ask how, Forget the past motherbucker he's the colt right now He's... (Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt.) Cinderella colt Send the fellow Doctor dane came to wrap the game up in cellophane, Raise up from hell he came, But didn't come to bore you with the Cinderella story, Nor did he come to do the same, Or can't afford to be a label in this day and age, And at this stage of the game Mediocrity can no longer be allowed to fly, So say bye, To the old H.I. To the new, Que Sera Consider it his last hurrah Coup de grace Raise 'em high in the sky, Keep 'em up Time to bring the place alive, Thanks for being patient I will make no more mistakes, Crap my potato's baked, Homie the veggies on my plate can fly, My fillet is burning flies, Yea filly the stakes are high Dang I ain't even suppose to be here By the grace of Her The skin on my teeth And the hair on my head I skated by, Now y'all are on thin ice With ankle weights I hate to lie, How buckin' irritated are you? How much in your face am I? And ain't crap you can do but fear it Proof is here in spirit and And I'm the spittin' image I'll mirror it When I stand near it, Your fussy lyric, I can't hear it, Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyricists? Who? Here's a clue. He came to the ball in a uniform, Lost his new horseshoe, It's on your back, he's in ya back, he's all up in ya psyche too. Now, what's his name? (Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt) If I had a time machine (Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt,) I'll be... Music is my time machine So call me (Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt, Cinderella colt) The song ends with Soren landing on the table. The four stallions, along with a few others, stared in surprise at the talent of this pony. A singer...here? That can't be good. Meanwhile, the mare in the corner was amazed more than anypony there. She let her mind wander and this caused her to blush. Realizing this, the mare quickly trotted out of the building. Since the mare was the only one moving, Soren easily saw her leave. One of the stallions realized who left and that the pegasus was looking at her. "Don't mind Sunny. She's a solitary one, and for good reason too." "Any reason why she left?" Soren asked. "Probably to make sure she doesn't run into the Gang." "The Gang? That's the group's name?" "They're a gang of ponies that pretty much rules this town. They ain't merciful to artists and such." "What?! Why?" "They think they are weak. Ain't needed around these parts. They run 'em out of town...or worse if they don't leave." "I could just hit them for that outrageous opinion!" Soren exclaimed. "Who gives them the right to torture certain ponies like that?!" "Cuz we want to! Got a problem, little colt?" a deep voice shouted from the entrance. Soren, with his angry expression, looked at a group of three burly stallions standing in the doorway. I bet those mules tore down all the doors as well. Probably scouring the town for more artists to bully. "Is there a problem?" the middle stallion asked again. Soren remained silent. "Thought so. Now! We heard singing a mile away and tracked it here. Who's the bastard in this joint?!"