Apparently, she had approved of my choice. Why else had she taken me with her. Unless she simply chose to take me for her very own purpose, heedless of my desires?
I had been in what had been passing for my home one instant, the next I'm in her throne room as it were, and no less. Just as I had been standing on my own two feet, only to find myself to stand on all four hooves, as I arrived at her castle?
I could clearly see her throne empty since she is standing before me. The other Ponies by her side, right and left, apparently Pinkie Pie to her direct left, while Twilight Sparkle was to her direct right? As for the significance, I had no idea, not that I care.
I soon looked down at my clearly red hooves. Mane hanging down over my face, a radiant, metallic blue? Though it seems my coat, or hide was more to the silver, not the grey you saw on the guards.
Who am I, if I'm not the Girl who so recently had left what had been her room, in her flat? I guess I'm a Pony by now? I guess I could live with it since it had been a secret dream of mine, for as long as I could remember. It had just been such an abrupt change and transfer?
I knew she could read minds by magic, just as I had realised she could have me changed, after what had just happened, for all I could see, unless it was part of coming here?
I left the hows and whys to the four winds, just picking up on the joy, personified by the pink mare Pony who had been there and still did stand by her princess. How could she not?
There was just the other change, the mark, I knew it had graced my flanks, just as I hit the floor of her palace, in the throne room. It is what told me, who I am. Or so it had been expressed, but what if it was wrong?
Then I realised something else, something more, the horn in my forehead, I'm apparently a Unicorn by the looks of it. That makes sense since it is not quite fun to hold a pen or quill by hoof, the magic is more up to the pun in the long run. Now, I guess I could hold a pen in my mouth, but it's still a very long winded process, writing nothing more than a simple letter?
I've been writing, so I would make good use of the magic, holding the pen magically? I could even work several stories at the same time. The one thing I couldn't, is to write of this one episode. Mainly, because I had no desire to.
If I could hold on to a pen, I imagined I could even lift myself off of the floor. I simply had to try, and now is the time. I soon found myself, an inch off of the floor, steadily hovering, just enough to make the point to myself, without giving myself of, by doing it.
There was the other detail hitting me just as I levitated the one inch over her floor, the element of Creativity? I had figured, the element of Harmony grew in strength by the number of participants. Then it is up to the welders to be true to their respective shards, to themselves. Just as they had to be in sync with one another. The element did not grant unimaginable power, just for the sake of it, regardless of how important and urgent it is.
The Harmony still need the magic and someone who can manage the spells intended. That's not me. I was quite happy with it.
“I expect you to live in Ponyville!” Celestia pointed out, simply and to the point.
“My friends live there, it's the point of origin and where I'd want to live!” I replied, nodding ascent.
“Now I will have to throw you a welcoming party!” Pinkie Pie announced, happily in her more hyper joyous tone.
“With balloons and cake. I take it!” I teased her, knowing these were unavoidable.
You need to work on grammar.
As Jon Snow made his way slowly down the winding road, he came across strange story blocking his path. Curious of the layout of the story, he approached it with caution.
3730496 A young lad named Gherkin was not far behind fair Jon Snow, and curiously inspected the strange story as well. The "story" was grotesque; a towering wall of text with many a spelling and grammar error to be found. "By the Gods," Gherkin did exclaim. "How does one spell the word "pony" wrong, in My Little Pony fanfiction no less!"
"I fear I do not know," Jon Snow replied, dumbstruck by the horror.
Gherkin inspected the story closer. "I say, it looks like he could have used Google Translate to write it in our fair language!"
3730512 "Our great language must not be butchered in this manner", Jon Snow exclaimed. Our brave Heroes inspected the story further, discovering that words such as 'replied' had been spelled incorrectly. Jon Snow and Gherkin screamed as they retreated from the abomination, but to no avail, as the creature was following them.
3730556 Both of the fair, young lads screamed in terror as the abomination enveloped them. Their screaming soon ceased however, and the two became mindless drones, forever destined to type everything in a giant wall-of-text and misspell simple words.
Gherkin turned to Jon, and said, "Jon. I had a flöashback just now."
"Interesting," he replied. "Now, I must return to my throan."
And the two lived miserable lives thereafter.
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3730576 Thanks for the Hilarious outburst of a story.
3722643 I can, and will finish that part, once the story is finished.
If I had no story to tell, the rest would still fall flat onto the ground?
At least, now I have a story to edit, in order to improve on said grammar, as well as spelling, where this is required.
3730590 If the two of you are still stuck there, you may consider a new attempt on passing?
3730576 sorry to crach the party.
3730556 but the story and text is no longer what it was, when you two stumbled by last time.