//------------------------------// // Canterlot // Story: Issac // by Eyes //------------------------------// With a pop and flash of light, the trio appeared in the throne room of Canterlot castle. The guards were startled, only for a moment, before jumping into action to defend their princess. "Your Highness!" "Calm yourselves, my little ponies, all is well." Celestia intervened before causing a scene. "My sister an I have returned." Standing slightly behind Celestia, Issac cleared his throat. "And, This is Issac... Seargent Hornet, would you mind escorting Issac to the highest chamber in the North Tower? He is a very old friend of mine and I feel he may be in need of some rest." "Yes, Your Hig-" The mare began before being interrupted by Issac. "Aww, c'mon Sunny! You can't dangle your shiny new castle right in front of my face and not expect me to want to find all your hidey-holes as soon as possible." Issac groaned. Celestia let out a small sigh, "Issac, I don't have the time to deal with your shenanigans right now. Follow Seargent Hornet to your room or I'll have her forcibly drag you there." She finished with a slight glare. "She can try." "What was that?" Celestia asked, leaning into Issac's face. Issac sighed and turned away, "nothing." "That's what I thought." She stated, turning to the Seargent, "you have your orders. I need to get my sister to the medical wing. Come to me if there are any issues." "Yes, Ma'am!" Seargent Hornet replied with a salute. Watching the princesses exit the throne room. "Well, Come on. Sooner started, sooner finished." "Hey," Issac blurted, trying to get the mare's attention. "Can you get one of your magical boys to grab my trunk?" "No." "What!? C'mon, I was stabbed today!" Issac whined. "Then move it slowly, we have a long walk ahead." Hornet finished before heading toward the large doors. Issac sighed, "this sucks," as he began to follow her, pushing his large chest. "I'm missing out on cupcakes for this..." "Four hundred and ninety-five, four hundred and ninety-six, Four hundred and ninety seve-" "Must you count every step!?" Hornet shouted down to the human, her voice full of irritation watching as he pushed the large chest in front of him slowly upward. "Yes! It's a medical condition! And I'd appreciate you not calling attention to it!" Hornet scoffed as she continued up the stairs, "Well, be quiet about it." "Four hundred and ninety-eight." Issac snickered, at Hornet's sigh. "At least I'm not repeating 'Are we there yet?' like a foal." He grinned. "Thank Celestia for that. Regardless, we're here. I don't recall any staff ever going to this part of the castle, not even housekeeping." Hornet jiggled the handle, then pushed on the door. "It's locked." Issac deadpanned, "Really..." "So it would seem." "And of course, Sunny didn't give you a key." "No, she did not..." "That's okay, I have a universal door opener," Issac said, walking up to the door. "Stand aside, please." Hornet moved to the side of the door as Issac walked up to it, inspecting the lock and frame. "Yeah, I've got this." Issac took a few steps back, seemingly returning to his trunk, before turning sharply to run at the door. Seconds before impact he raised his leg and kicked the door inches to the left of the door lock, breaking the door, causing it to slam open. "Problem solved." Hornet stared at Issac, her mouth agape. "You just broke royal property... In front of a guard..." "Well, it is my room, isn't it?" Hornet sighed, "Well, you're here. Delivered as ordered. I'm going back to my watch." "Oh, sweet. Now I can finally look around the castle." Issac smiled at Hornet. "I thank you for your assistance but your services are no longer required. Have a nice day!" "No, just... No." Hornet glared at Issac. "I'm walking down these stairs and finding a guard to keep an eye on you." "Yep, again, this sucks." Issac sighed as he walked to his trunk and pulled it into the room. "Sir! Sir, I'm lucky I found you, would you happen to have a moment to spare?" Hornet asked. "Actually, Seargent, I just finished dropping off the local weather reports. What do you need?" "Well, you see Captian, the thing is... The Princess has a high priority guest, an "old friend" of hers. He's currently in the North Tower." "The North Tower? That's strange. Why not the usual ambassadorial suites?" Spitfire replied, glancing to the tower door behind her. "Her friend is a little unusual, Sir," Hornet replied, snapping a quick salute. "Hmm..." "Shall I tell the Princess that you're watching him? I really need to inform her of the situation." Hornet asked, dropping the salute. "Sure, I'll head up." "Thank you, Sir. I'll ask for somepony to be sent to relieve you as soon as possible." Hornet finished, as she began to sprint down the hallway. "Guess I'm playing guard this trip." Spitfire smiled, opening the door and flying up the North Tower. Issac dug through his trunk, scattering his equipment across the floor. A few small stacks of books, a gold plated pocket watch, mortar and pestle, bags of herbs, a small container of oil. "Where the buck is it..?" He continued, tossing odds and ends behind him. "Aa! Yes!" Issac cheered, pulling out a cloak with a set of long horns attached. "I think it's time for Blackthorn Smallhoof to get acquainted with these highbrow fuddy-duddies." "Hello?" Came a voice from the door. "Hmm, what? No soliciting, come back later." Issac mumbled, shooing the pony behind his back before unfolding the cloak. "Uhh... No, I'm not a solicitor. I'm Spitfire, Capitan of her majesties Wonderbolts. I'll be watching you until the good Seargent can inform the Princess of the situation." "Fantastic. This day just gets better and better." Issac groaned, putting the cloak over his head. Issac stood, straightening out the length of the cloak. "How do I look?" He asked, turning to the door. "Like a short minotaur with crooked horns?" She answered, cocking her head. "Why are you disguising yourself? And what are you, might I ask?" "Because I've lost count of how many times I've answered that same question and I hate repeating myself. And I'm a Human." He replied, trying to straighten his pseudo horns. "The name's Issac. Can we go somewhere?" "What exactly did you have in mind?" Spitfire asked, cocking her head. "Anywhere but here." "Alright, sounds fine to me, you have ten minutes... And fix your horns, you look stupid." "Sweeeet." Issac cheered, grabbing onto his horns. "Which way, right or left?" "Left, very, very left."