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Edited By: TheWattsMan
Chapter Four: My Little Dashie
Princess Celestia and I arrived at the palace in Canterlot, it was a very big and very beautiful building.
“Princess, your palace is beautiful,” I said, while still in awe of the great building.
“Why, thank you,” she said with a happy tone.
We made our way through the palace grounds, everywhere I looked I saw guards looking at me, probably wondering what I am.
We were in the main hall, still walking, until we stopped on the stairs. “Wait here,” she said, “I have duties to attend to, Rainbow Dash will be here shortly.” She walked off to another part of the castle.
I was looking at the art spread around the main hall, when I heard the front door open.
“So what does the Princess need me for?” Rainbow Dash asked.
“You’ll see,” Twilight replied.
“Has another evil spirit escaped from…” Her blood froze as she looked at the 2-metre-high bipedal standing in the hall.
“D… d.. Dad?” she said while still figuring out what was going on.
“Hello..” was all I managed to muster out of my mouth, a single tear running down my cheek.
We both ran at each other, then enveloped in a hug. We just stood there like that for what seemed like hours, both crying, when Dashie spoke up.
“Dad, how did you get here?” she asked.
“I believe I can explain,”
We both turned around to see the princess standing there looking at us.
“Princess? Do you know something about this?” I said.
“Indeed I do,” she said, “I used a spell long forgotten by ponykind.”
“I was going around doing my daily business, when a sudden blast of light temporarily blinded me. In that light, I saw a vision of your father; he looked sad. I could not take it any longer: the amount of guilt stored in me over the past two years exploded.
I desperately searched for some sort of travel spell, not a normal teleportation spell, but a sort of inter-dimensional teleportation spell–” We interrupted her before she could finish.
“Thank you,” we both said.
(end of chapter four)