Uninvited Guest: Chapter 1
Time…
Not a thing you can simply meddle with. There are things to consider if you want to alter the past and turn the future of your enemies into a living hell. You need to consider the well-being of everyone involved. I’ve had my share of this kind of doing… and this is how it happened. Let’s continue the story…
(10 years later)
I successfully became a Wonderbolt! I’m now doing aerial shows, scouting patrols, and a lot of other cool things! I give frequent visits to Angel as well. I spend time with her since I never visited Canterlot when I was still at flight camp and The Academy. My life has been awesome eversince... You could say… I’m now living the dream!
(Winter)
It’s the cold season right now and there is nothing to do except to have fun with your family and friends. I decided to spend the hearts warming celebration with Snow Angel and her mother. If you’re wondering if Fluttershy and I are still friends, we are. I rarely visit her to chat and just catch up... Of course, it’s all due to her new friends. You shouldn’t get stuck with just one friend, right? Anyway, back to reality…
Angel and I went to a play held every hearts warming eve in the Canterlot theatre. The Streets was just filled with decorations and beautiful lights! Kind of like a party but only warmth filled my eyes. Most times, the play is performed by professionals from all across Equestria, specifically manehattan big shots. This time though, Twilight and her friends casted the founders. One of the reasons I chose to attend this year’s Canterlot play was to see Twilight Sparkle perform. If you think about it, it’s not a good idea to take a mare you’re with to see another mare she knows you like. And I think, Angel, is already catching up to my scheme!
We were walking towards the theatre when I felt an aura of unpleasantness showering me from behind… Angel. Her face was looked as if its her day today (You know what I mean). Levelling with her anger and disappointment, I spoke in a calm and understanding voice. “Something wrong?” I asked her. Fairly being obvious.
She had fire in her eyes, the type of which somepony who’s willing to kill you. A lot of ponies kept going inside while we were still standing like idiots outside. This is the kind of scene where you’ll see a colt getting scolded by her mother. Well, in this case… A colt getting scolded by his best friend.
Her face looks glum. She doesn’t even look happy to be here. “I still prefer hanging-out… IN MY HOUSE!” Angel pouted.
I knew it! (Sighs) I only want to watch the traditional play because Twilight is one of the cast (Even though it’s supposed to be traditional!). She probably knew that already. Still, on that thought, I kept my cool.
I assumed a pose of royalty from olden times, setting myself in the play’s theme. “Tis traditional to watch the play every Hearts warming eve! We must!” I said in a British accent. (Yep... Tis was horrible like thy life).
She looked at me with eyes like helium, she clearly knows I’m making excuses. She brushed me off and looked away. “Whatever”, Angel didn’t care.
“Hmm… Oh, Right!” I suddenly realized. “I remember I have a present for you, Angel”, I told her.
The aura coming off of her changed in an instant. She suddenly had a glimmer in her eyes. (Sighs) Bottomless greed… Angel moved towards me. “What is it?” she asked.
I swear, she’s like everypony else, well at least it made her change her attitude a little bit. You know how your friends, families, etc. expects something from you every year, this time of year? Well, she’s not family but she does give me the problems they do every time I give them gifts!
“It’s… uh-err… A secret!” I stuttered.
Wonderful, Walker! Can’t you be any more obvious?! It’s a dead giveaway to stutter!
She closed her eyes and nodded. “Alright…” she said.
WHAT?! She actually bought it!? Eh… I guess it’s normal to keep the present a secret. Hey! Don’t think I have nothing, cuz I do! I’m not faking it just so she’d keep calm! I brought a white ribbon for her and left it at her house beside the flagpole. If you ask me, it looks perfect for her! White and all… I wonder if it’s just me or it’s due to my fetish in making mares look cute. Well, most mares at least.
After that stupid interlude of our boring lives, Angel then invited me to enter the theatre. “Let’s head inside. I think I see Spike at the front entrance”, she added.
I don’t know, but I suddenly thought… If there’s a front entrance, shouldn’t there be a back entrance? Alright! I’ll stop talking. And I think I’ll stop these ridiculous jokes. (Like hell I could!)
We then proceeded inside. As Angel said, Spike was at the entrance, showing his friends to good seats. Each one had a good view of the play. One was at the balcony and some others were in the front, I was hoping to be one of them. Lucky ponies…
The hall way was filled with decorations so beautiful you won’t see them in your typical building even if it is deliberately dressed to be festive. Each light had a different color. There’s green, red, yellow, white like the snow, and gold.
We then went to spike’s direction to greet him. Before we could even grab his attention, Spike had already gaze towards our direction and immediately recognized us. “Walker!” Spike shouted.
Angel approached Spike to say hi. She gave a friendly smile like Fluttershy. “Hello, Spike! Good to see you!” Angel greeted.
Spike was wearing an olden purple hat, used in times before the princesses’ reign. Usually seen worn by earth ponies. Probably being used for the play… Is Spike one of the cast? I don’t recall any dragons there…
Spike took a few seconds to notice that Angel was addressing him. His face was stunned, as if he never expected to see her. “-and Snow Angel too!” He added.
Angel kept up the friendly face despite the lack of formalities. “How are you, Spike?” Angel asked with eyes twitching.
Spike scratched his belly. “I’m good… Well, not better than you two, look at the both of you!” Spike beheld.
Angel suddenly blushed. I was about to as well, had it not crossed my mind the hall is already flooding with ponies!
“If you’re looking for seats, you’re in luck! The Cutie Mark Crusaders have some extra seats up at front. Just talk to them and… tell them you’re my friend”, Spike added and then pointed at the very front row.
Spike, we are your friends… We don’t hangout as often as friends should do, but we still are.
He seems pretty proud of himself, huh? That’s narcissistic… Well then… since Spike mentioned the Cutie Mark Crusaders, I should tell you about my cutie mark. As well as Snow Angel's. I’m a blank flank… Apparently. You’ll know soon why.
Now, as for Snow Angel… If you first saw her, you'd think she's a blank flank. Why you ask? Because her cutie mark only appears in the presence of the winter snow (Like now). It sort of glows every time there’s snow around and when there isn’t, it hides itself as if wearing an invisibility cloak. It doesn’t disappear but with its colors, it looks like it. And whenever its night time, that’s when I usually see it, you know being white and all. Oh! We’re getting off topic! Angel’s cutie mark is an angel’s halo at the presence of snow and snow drops when it’s not, like the bubbles cutie mark that Derpy Hooves has except snow, you get the idea. Anyways, back to reality.
The two were continuing with their talk. While I contemplated on cutie marks. “Thanks, Spike! We appreciate it!” Angel told him.
Spike went red. “AW-PSHAW! It’s nothing…” he was blushing, yet still trying to be modest. He’s failing miserably, but he's still look cute doing so... (He'd probably be pissed if he heard me say that.)
Following his instructions, we went to the front. The hall was flooded with ponies. The only way to the front was the red carpet. Of course, it would be humiliating to gallop to the front with only the two of us (It’s as if we’re getting married or something!). So we decided to make our way through the unrelenting sea of ponies.
(At the front)
After shoving through that nightmare, we’ve arrived at the front row. And just in time for the play! As the curtain rises, you can see a baby dragon narrating the play, It’s Spike. That explains the weird get-up at the front entrance.
Spike spoke to everyone with a strange… but not so British accent. He narrated like a professional up on that stage, as if he wasn’t a baby at all.
While Spike was narrating, Angel shot-out a question. “Say, Walker, How did you know Spike? He was born after Twilight passed her entrance exam for Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. So… Wondering… How’d you two know each other?” she was filled with curiosity.
I haven’t thought of it for a long time but I do remember. I remember… but vaguely.
I turned to Angel and answered. “I met him when they went to clouds dale for the ‘Best Young Flyer Competition’. I was one of the Wonderbolt in charge to see the event… Never thought Rainbow Dash would go so low though…” I was lost in thoughts.
Angel crossed her foreleg. Clearly she wasn’t happy with my comment. “Well that’s just being mean to her!” Angel moped and then looked away. Yep… I regret saying that last sentence.
I giggled and we then continued watching the play and sang a bit of a Heart Warming carol. The song they chose was modern and beautiful yet traditional! It filled up everypony’s hearts with warmth and joy. Then the play was over, we then left the place completely satisfied and filled with… Fatigue.
Outside, we saw the huge fire of friendship. It was like a burning heart but was fire itself. Enveloping the city with its warmth and light as if it was the moon. It was probably made by Celestia. After looking at it for a while, we went on our merry way.
As we were walking back to Angel’s house, we talked for a bit.
“It’s amazing, right? It’s like they’re a natural on stage!” Angel kept on jabbering.
As much as I liked it, I don’t think it deserves that much applause… Especially if it’s only one pony! It makes you look like a try hard fanatic (Sorry, I don’t mean to judge…).
Canterlot was so desolated… In this time and hour at least. The only lights left were the street lamps and some on an old telephone booth. I always wondered how those telephones were made.
Lost to my surroundings because of fatigue, Angel was trying to get my attention.
Angel was clapping her hoof vertically in front of my face. She was trying to wake me up. “Hey! Talk to me, Walker!” Angel bawled.
“HUH?!” I snapped out of my dreaming. “Sorry but, I think I’m about to doze off”, I withhold my enthusiasm.
Angel sat down and me as well. “Now you’re complaining?! I thought you wanted to see the play?” Angel pointed out.
Not that I’m complaining but it’s hard to narrate and talk to her at the same time… (4th wall break)
I tried changing the subject. I wouldn’t want her to know the reason I came to the theatre tonight. “Hey, I heard there’s a party tomorrow! Vinyl Scratch and Neon Lights are there to boot!” I told her.
“-and?” she anticipated as if telling me to get to the point.
I was poking my hoof at the ground. “And so… Do you want to come with me?” I asked her.
She shot-out a question. This will be bad. “Is Twilight going to be there too?”
I knew she’d ask me that… She was onto me since I invited her to watch the performance! Actually no, she's been like this ever since I started to look at Twilight!
I scratched my mane, trying to play dumb. “Pinkie Pie said that she’d invite them but, I’m not sure if they’ll come”, I replied with the half-baked excuse.
Angel then closed her eyes and nodded. “Okay”, she agreed.
I was stunned from her answer. She bought it… Well that’s a relief. “Really? I actually thought you’d say no…” I assumed.
For some reason, she took out a notebook from her saddle pack. The notebook was a present I gave her last year. I took the liberty of getting it from Rarity, so I would have something beautiful enough to give to Angel. I’m glad to know that she’s been cherishing it.
She wrote something on it and was trying to hide it from me. “Don’t look at it!” She yelled.
“Sorry…” I apologized and then eyed somewhere else. To tell the truth, they were dropping from restlessness.
“What time tomorrow?” Angel, still looking at her pad, inquired while writing.
I tried recalling the venue and time. I vaguely remembered because I was tired. “Err... about 5pm”, I answered her.
“5pm… all right!” Angel muttered to herself.
She’s hiding something from me? I wonder what it is…
She hid the notebook back to her saddle pack carefully like levitating a foal to its crib. The way she takes hold of a pony’s belonging is one of the most watchful and caring thing I’ve seen from anypony, anywhere!
She stood up. “Let’s go, Walker. I’m feeling rather hungry…” Angel remarked.
Oh well… After that play is the hearts warming eve dinner. I suppose that’s traditional too.
The wind blew gently as we walked home together. The night was just as peaceful as an ending war. I wish every night was like this actually.
(Next Morning)
Hungry... so... Hungry... I woke up smelling the food and with a stomach more upset than a dog waking up.
Angel was already cooking breakfast before I could even wake up. It means that my food has probably gone cold by now.
I felt a storm coming to the bed room, and I mean it in a metaphor. Like ‘When she scream’s, it’s like a storm or a lion’s roar’ kind of metaphor.
“Walker! Breakfast has been cooked for an hour now, wake up!” she cried out from the living room. My poor ears!
And I was right! Lucky… A bit of icing will do it. It’s fit for selling in sugar cube corner… As a cake that is, not breakfast.
The scent of waffles and eggs envelopes the bed room. She out did herself again. She always cooks like this whenever I’m around. Well, that’s what her mother told me anyway. She said it’s because Angel likes having company other than herself… Or that she just likes me.
I galloped down the stairs and head into the bathroom. After getting myself cleaned up, I went to the table to eat my breakfast. It might be cold, but it’s still delicious.
I've always appreciated any food prepared for me. I wasn’t one of those picky types where I leave fragments on the side of my plate. Or was I picky about eating anything. You wouldn’t know it, but food is more important than a bag of bits. No matter how rich you are, you can’t buy food if nopony is selling it.
Angel stopped trotting for a while and turned her attention to me. “Hangover?” she examined.
“No, just expecting a hot meal”, I answered.
I think what I just said retracted anything I told you earlier about being picky… Shit! I shouldn’t have said that! I might have hurt her feelings!
For some weird reason she didn’t cry or even got angry. Rather, she looked at me with pity. Pity that I can’t even thank people… Well, that totally retracts everything I previously said about being picky and appreciative.
Angel galloped to the kitchen and turned her gaze away from me. “Then you should have woken up a little more early, right?” Angel said cynically.
Oh… that’s why. She blamed me for my- never mind!
“My fault again?” I asked.
Just before Angel could lift a hoof for a retort, a white unicorn with a dash of yellow mane entered the dining room.
“You two fight like an old married couple!" She giggled in amusement. "Next you’ll be arguing as so…” said the white unicorn.
“Mom!” Angel shouted in denial from the kitchen.
It was Misty Blizzard, Angel’s mother. She has a cutie mark of a white cyclone. Unlike Angel, Mrs. Blizzard’s cutie mark was visible at all times (Isn’t everypony like that though?). Angel still lives with her mother even though she can handle herself now… I guess it has something to do with her father’s death. Her father died from a sudden and unexplainable illness… Not really something I talk to her about so lightly.
She then sat down the chair and picked up the Canterlot times newspaper. That’s an old stallion’s doing. (I hope that doesn't sound too stereotypical.)
I dont usually like to be bothered when I'm doing something. Even if that something is to simply greet my elders. But since I'm a guest, I have to put up with it. “Mrs. Blizzard, Good morning! Would you like some breakfast?” I offered.
She swayed her head. “It’s alright, Walker, I already ate”, She declined.
Angel’s face looked upset, actually, very upset. As if for some reason… angry to her mother.
“Do you have plans today you two?” Angel’s mother asked.
“Actually, yes! We’re going to the party in the Canterlot rock hall today, and was hoping you’d give Angel authorization to do so?” I asked.
She looks so strict with eyes like a devil. It’ll be hard to-
“Alright”, she agreed.
Wait… WHAT?! Often times she gives me the answer no. But today, she didn’t? Why is that? What is the world coming to?
Angel finished with the dishes and went to the living room. “Thanks, Mom! We’ll be back around midnight”, Angel said.
Somehow, I get a feeling something bad will happen tonight. (That’s definitely not a 4th wall break clue!)
After a few hours, we left late in the afternoon. We didn’t bring anything else because it was just a party. Unless you count bits as something.
(Late Afternoon)
5 o’clock, just as I heard. We arrived at the Canterlot rock hall where the get-together will be held. But it wasn’t what we anticipated it would be.
The place was empty, and it looks as if a storm had struck the place. What’s going on? The place was filled with trash, graffiti, and a lot of icky liquid on the ground. Whatever happened here, I wouldn’t want to know. (It looks as if somepony partied here already…)
We looked around. “There’s no one here. Where do you think the others are, Walker?” Angel worriedly asked.
I gulped and then drew heavy breathe and then exhaled. “Honestly, I don’t have a clue, Angel”, I replied.
(THUD!) Something fell over and hit the ground.
I turned my gaze into the direction of the noise “What was that?!” I exclaimed. Maybe I should get a closer look.
On that thought, I went near the stage. The place was still darkened like a cave. I can’t picture a thing at all! Luckily, a unicorn is with me.
On common sense I turned to Angel. “Angel, do you know any light spells? Can you illuminate the place for me?” I asked her.
“Well, I’m not Twilight. But I can do that much at lease” She whispered to herself.
Angel’s horn glowed in an aura of azure and then into the color of the celestial sun. The room was filled with light in a matter of seconds. My vision had been cleaner.
I continued with my search. “Thank you”, I said to her.
There was a paper at the stage. It was being swept by the wind from outside. I tried grasping it with my hoof.
I stomped my hoof into the ground with great speed. “Got it!” I roared in triumph.
“What’s that, Walker?” Angel asked
I read…
“To whoever reads this,
I wanted a bigger venue for the party so I decided to or if we get a chance to change locations. I was hoping to invite that party animal too, Pinkie Pie! That way, we can have an even better party! If I do, you can proceed to the Canterlot hills. We’ll have a greater party than I planned earlier! After the party, Octy and I was hoping to go on a brief hiatus for a while…
Don’t forget to come to the party before we leave for manehattan! Wub ya!
Vinyl Scratch...
P.S – Neon said, that if you read this letter, please clean the place up… He said it was one of the reasons we had to look for another place… Thanks in advance!”
I looked around the place and saw the lot of trash and used tables from earlier. THE HAY?! We’re supposed to clean this up?! How did it even become like this if no one used it?!
Angel galloped towards me and took the paper. “So they changed venue, huh?” Angel asked rhetorically.
“Yep”, I nodded.
I took the paper from Angel. I saw there was another note at the back but I wasn’t sure.
I then turned it over. There was another note at the back of the paper! This time, it looks different.
“FOR ANY ONE WHO READ THIS! YOUR TIME WILL END! HISTORY WILL CHANGE!
-TIME TURNER”
“Time Turner?!” I yelled in shock.
I was petrified by the coincidence. I actually knew the pony from a few years back.
The writing on the paper was horrible as heck, as if the pony never knew how to write! Now to get to the part where we talk about this guy. Time Turner was my 17th cousin 5 times removed and so on and so forth. He was a real pain in the flank when I visited for the family reunion a few years back. A dark unicorn with a blue mane. The total nightmare if you ask me! In my opinion, he’s the son of nightmare moon. More talented than Twilight when it comes to magic, he can do anything! Even turn your worst fears against you! And he’s kinda been my rival ever since. If you count enemies as ‘rivals’ that is…
Angel took the paper again and pointed out the name written on it. “Who’s that?” Angel asked.
“You don’t want to know, trust me”, I told her. “Anyway, we have to clean up the place… That vinyl! Don’t throw your responsibility to others!” I barked in resentment.
Angel began cleaning the place using her horn. “Get used to it, Walker. I don’t mind at all, neither should you, right?” Angel said.
I nodded. “I guess…” I agreed with Angel. Although, you’re a unicorn and I’m just a Pegasus! That means, I’ll either use my mouth or my wings if I can.
“Let’s clean up, come on!” Angel encouraged.
On that note, we started cleaning. As inspiring as Angel was, I find what Neon and Vinyl did… Aggravating. As well as humorous, for some reason.
After cleaning, we headed for Canterlot hills, the place the letter mentioned where the venue was moved. There we’re a lot of ponies outside. They were waiting patiently to get inside the place. Everypony was pushing one another, it was really smothering to be in the crowd.
The doors were then opened by a white unicorn with a blue mane and a dash of azure. Greeting everypony she sees come in. Then they finally let everypony inside. We went in with the others. Among the crowd of ponies, I see pony as black as the night sky. I suspect it’s Time Turner… What did he meant by that note anyway?
A loud music was coming from inside the entrance. The party has already started.
Angel was pushing me. “Come on! We got to get good places!” Angel hurriedly said.
“Maybe you can slow down? I’m suffocating here!” I complained, trying to get some space.
The party lasted until midnight. As Vinyl said, Pinkie was there… She even helped them with their intermission, ‘Pony Rock Anthem’. What a weird name for a score. Angel and I had fun with Twilight and the others, as if they were friends for a while.
For a prologue that was way too long, I know. But you really can’t call it anything else. Here is where the story truly starts… Maybe it was coincidence that it happened. But one thing’s for sure. I wasn’t happy about it!
A booming voice interrupts the whole of Canterlot. It was coming from outside, though we felt it near our ears. Actually, no... we heard it inside our minds!
“CITIZENS OF EQUESTRIA! BEWARE YOUR FUTURE, FOR I HAVE CHANGED THE PAST! BEHOLD! THE REIGN OF THE MEGASPELLS!”
That’s pretty dumb… But that stunt work, if you want to know.
After the voice stopped, everypony was in panic in just a matter of seconds. Vinyl and Neon suddenly vanished from the turn tables. They weren’t cowards, so I suspect something happened to them. That’s what I believed anyway.
Angel turned towards me. “Megaspells? Isn’t that from the novel of-?” I interrupted Angel. Come on, Angel. Time to start panicking…
“We need to get out of here!” I panicked. Ironic isn’t it?
Without a moment of hesitation, I acted. I took Angel’s hoof and hurriedly went outside. Now I’m being serious!
As we stepped outside, the streets were in chaos. A dark pink smoke swirled above the city of Canterlot.
“Is this a joke?!” I jetted. My mind was hazy from exhaustion, I couldn’t keep up with everything that was going on. I forgot I slept for only 5 hours.
We needed to get some answers. But we don’t know where to find the answers for all this. All I know is that it was- TIME TURNER!
Without thinking, I rushed to where I was supposed to be. We hurried to the train station, in hopes of getting to ponyville. I ran quickly and Angel was trying to keep up. The pressure was getting to her.
“Where are we going?! W-what is going on?!” Angel franticly questioned me while running towards the train station.
“We need to see Zecora! I need some info onto why this is happening! She’s a zebra right?” I answered.
I thought that a zebra might know something about what’s happening because they were the cause of it. Not that I blame them, this change in the course of history was done by time turner.
Angel kept trotting. She trusted me completely and was with me even though the city was in siege. “Was that Time Turner?” Angel asked.
“I think so…” I replied hesitantly. I wasn’t too sure of that answer.
We arrived at the station without noticing. We got there faster than expected. The train was still intact, but no one was inside… Nor was there anypony there to run it. And as if the whole train was very old and crooked.
I turned to Angel. “Can you make it run?” I asked. The train needed some assistance from a unicorn in order to run.
“Yes, but it’ll be a rough ride” She answered. I wonder what she meant by that…
Without a second thought, I rushed. “Then we have no time to lose!” We hurriedly boarded the train.
Angel started the engine and the train began running. I just wish we get there in time…
To be continued…
End of Chapter 1