//------------------------------// // Eve's Story and a Question // Story: The Story of Chris the Changeling // by Silver Inkwell //------------------------------// So he left Midnight Dawn and went in search of the last pony he had not yet fully met, Eve Dawn. It took him awhile to find her since none of the sisters knew exactly where she was and gave only vague and general hints and clues (which seemed to run in the family with their answers), but he did eventually find her, but whenever he tried to get close to her she just ran away from him. She just must be shy or nervous towards strangers, he thought, or perhaps it’s really just me. But he did eventually corner her in an alley way (literally). “Come on,” he said, “Do you really not want to talk to me that much?” “It’s not that I don’t want to talk you,” Eve said, “But the fact that you’re new, and a stranger, and I really don’t get along or talk with new people I’ve just met or strangers, and I’m really sorry if you felt that I have been avoiding you.” “Wait, the fact that I’m a changeling doesn’t bother you?” “Nope, not at all, I’ve seen a lot of strange stuff, and you don’t even compare.” “Oh really, what kind of strange stuff have you seen?” “Well the strangest stuff I’ve ever seen has always been with the Doctor.” “A doctor you say, what is he a doctor of exactly? “That’s almost exactly what I said when I first met him, he’s just a doctor of stuff, all kinds of stuff, science, magic, history, technology, time travel, you name it and he’ll probably know it, he is after all the smartest pony I’ve ever met; he always seems to be two steps ahead of every pony else as he always says and claims, and he’s saved my life from danger many times; and that is including my brother who was previously the smartest pony I ever knew.” “But what is his name; surely he does have a name, this Doctor Who.” “Just the Doctor, but that’s another story for another time, this is your story.” “Alright, so he knows a lot of stuff probably and you didn’t get his name, and he’s saved you from danger many times, a detail I want to hear more about later, but can you please tell me when you first met this Doctor of yours?” “Absolutely, it was many years ago on a cold Heart’s Warming eve, I was a young and curious filly at the time and almost anything would have caught my attention and urge for action, adventure, and danger. So when I heard a strange noise outside, a noise that I will never forget for it was out of this world, I rushed outside to investigate; now I was awake at the time since I couldn’t sleep that night for some reason, but still when I ran outside to investigate what I saw surprised and shocked me, I saw a blue rectangular box standing outside on the cold snow ground with cold snow falling around us. I say us because there was the Doctor standing outside of his box and he was looking all around the place and then he asked me if the house I came from was the house of Eve Dawn, and I said that it was, and that I was her. He just merely laughed at this statement politely and said that of course I was her and then he went on talking to himself about how blind he could be to miss it. Then he said something very strange and odd and curious to me that I still do not understand to this day, he said that this was the last time he could ever meet me like this, in the way, the shape or form, that he was, then he plainly explained to me that many years from now, or then I suppose, that I would meet him again, but he also said that he wouldn’t recognize me and that I would have to do anything and everything that I could do in my power to make him trust me and take me along in his blue bow, and when he was done he made me promise never to forget this, to never let it slip my mind, I did so and I have kept my promise ever since, I’ve never forgotten that moment when I first met the Doctor, I doubt I ever could, even if I wanted to do that at this point.” “Wow,” Chris said amazed, “That was quite the story you told.” “Yes, yes it was,” Eve said, “Now if you excuse me I have other stuff to do.” “What stuff? I didn’t see you working on anything when I came to find you, you were hiding away from me and others when I first saw you there, and then you ran away from me to hide some more, which gave me quite the chase to catch up with you, but I did, and I won’t leave here without all the answers I want from you, straight and direct ones, not vague and general like your brother.” “Well I don’t have a job per say, I mean I do work with weather control and all.” “Anything else that you do, or is it just that?” “That’s just about it, I think, except when Cloudsdale comes around here.” “Well that figures, but tell me this, do you honestly think that I can make a home and friends with your family? Or do you think this is all pointless?” “I think that you’ve already made friends with the family, especially me.” “Ah, that’s so sweet and nice of you to say that to me, you honestly don’t have to or need to say it, except of course if the pony really doesn’t know that.” “But I do have to say that, you asked me to tell the truth, and I did.” “Well thanks for the talk, it was interesting, perhaps we can talk again soon?” “Sure, I would enjoy that, I’ll see you later then, I suppose.” And with that said they both went their separate ways saying goodbye to each other, Chris went on his way to the library to read some books to pass the time and have some fun and also research the Dawn family and how many books Quentin had written if any, it wasn’t that Chris doubted he was a historian or researcher, but he did wonder how much could possibly be written by him. He didn’t really find anything there in the time that was left in the day, but he did nonetheless find some interesting books to read that did pass the time. So when the end of the day came and Chris had to return home he was sad that he didn’t find anything that could help him at the library. However he was glad that when he came home that Quentin said he had the spell ready for every pony. However there was one downside, he wouldn’t pass it out until Monday, “I’ll be ready to pass it out by Monday,” he said, “Why Monday?” Chris asked, “Because tomorrow, which is Sunday, I plan to rest and relax.” “Okay, you make a fair and reasonable point, but why?” “Because in a busy week that’s the one day where we can relax and rest.” “Alright I get it, you need your rest and relaxation, but first thing when Monday comes you’ll go out and spread or pass that spell to the ponies I trust, right?” “Of course, I would never fail you my dear friend.” “Perhaps, perhaps not, ponies do make mistakes you know, even you.” “I know that I can make mistakes sometimes and do not deny the truth of it at all, but the real question to be asked of you, is merely just this, do you?” Chris didn’t answer that question, he didn’t want to, he didn’t know how to or if what he said would be true once he had uttered it, so with that question lingering and looming in his mind Chris went off to his bedroom upstairs to see if he could find the truth to the question and find the real answer deep inside.