When Princess Celestia created the Equestrian Intelligence Agency (EIA), there were four branches. The Central Branch controls all major police forces around Equestria and taking over for them in a time of crisis. The Governmental Branch focuses on government officials to make sure they're not stepping out of line. The International Branch controls how our diplomats interact nationally with other governments.

However, you may have noticed I only mentioned three different branches. That's because those are the only branches that are made public, and for good reason.

The fourth branch, the Subconscious Branch, is much harder to explain.

Basically what we do, what Dream Jumpers and the SCB does, is we get into ponies’ minds. And not just that woo-woo mind control shit a lot of ponies are picking up these days.

We see everything.

Memories, feelings, thoughts, emotions, everything that makes up a pony is accessible to us in a millisecond.

And that’s just the start.

Main story idea: PandoraBoxable
Cover art created by: PandoraBoxable
Proofread by: FloydienSlip

Idea from Chapter 31 of The Unexpected Love Life of Dusk Shine, written by meme-asaurus.

Prologue to Missed Calls.

Fluttershy is unable to move, and unable to feel anything that is going on around her. Her world is strange, and she doesn't really know what is going on. So, unable to move, she does the only thing that she can do.

She remembers.

Translated into Russian by Athlete.

Again.

“H-hello, you’ve reached Fluttershy. I’m sorry I can’t come to the phone right now, but if you could leave a message I will get back as soon as possible. Thank you…”

Again.

“H-hello, you’ve reached Fluttershy. I’m sorry I can’t come to the phone right now, but if you could leave a message I will get back as soon as possible. Thank you…”

Again.

Translated into Russian by Athlete.
Translated into French by BlackRockSparkle.

“They’ve gone too far this time,” Sweetie Belle finally said, quietly, looking up at her friends. They nodded in agreement but didn’t meet her gaze. Apple Bloom was slowly dragging a ragged toothbrush back and forth inside her mouth. Scootaloo was gazing at her wings, wondering inwardly if the words painted there were correct. Sweetie Belle slowly rubbed one of the faded black marks on her coat. “I feel violated.”

“We all feel violated, Sweetie,” Scootaloo spat, slamming her hoof onto the floorboards. The old treehouse shook slightly and dust fell from the rafters. The orange pegasus looked up at her friend to see she had recoiled back slightly. “S-sorry… it’s just… they snuck into our homes. And who knows, did they drug us at the party?”

"Well, what do you suggest we do to get back at them?"

Twilight can't sleep. It's not stress, or the fact that the ponies in the Equestrian Council have been horrible at passing the new budget proposal. No, it's something much deeper, something that only one pony can help her with. But she doesn't realize she needs help until it is eating away at her mind.

REWRITTEN JUNE 21ST 2021

Torn from their plans due to a massive and uncontrollable storm over Ponyville, the Mane 6 must fend off dangers, find a lost filly, comfort others in the time of need, and make it through the night. But what happens when nothing goes according to plan? What happens when everything falls apart right in front of you? What happens when a storm turns into something much more deadly?

What happens when you leave three friends stranded in the Everfree Forest with timberwolves hot on their tails?

(Originally titled Unexplained Hatred)

My name is Adrian Decimus. For years I was the scourge of society because of chaos magic beyond my control, something that had surrounded me since the day I suddenly arrived in Equestria. But things are changing. Princess Celestia and Princess Twilight have helped me to nullify the chaos magic, and—according to old artifacts—I am meant to fall in line with the Elements of Harmony and protect them as they carry out the crown's bidding.

But things are brewing on the horizon. Things neither the crown nor I saw coming. Things that the Elements are going to need me for, sooner rather than later. And I'm not sure that I'm ready.

The tyrant with direct access to my mind isn't sure I'm ready, either.

This story's prologue has been edited in the last eight years since it was written, though it is still very contrived in many ways. I am, however, very excited about the world I've created, and am looking forward to exploring it through Song One. If you'd like to skip over the prologue (which isn't a hundred percent necessary to understanding the story), please read the first half of the first chapter (Song Zero - Prelude), then skip to Song One - Prophesies and Fallacies. Thank you for taking the time to check out some of these weird horse words I started writing when I was 15—it means a lot.