A few days had passed. I informed my boss that I was ‘too sick’ to work, and thankfully, he did not question me further.
I had trained my magic, this time the ‘cero’ spell. I was not sure why it was called that way, but it worked by gathering and firing magic at a target. I could do that with my hands, but when I used my horn, the strength behind it was far greater.
Then, there was my endurance. I could basically run for hours without an end, and I also found that my strength was far higher than before.
Right now, I was back in town as Celestia, and I was on my way to the junkyard.
However, before I could turn around the last edge, I felt a short, sharp pain in my shoulder, and I collapsed a few moments later.
(SF)
To put things simple, I was pissed.
Whatever hit my other body, it was something that worked even with my now different biology, so Flare was the best choice to track down whoever was responsible for this.
After putting the ring on my horn to disguise myself, I started running towards the area of the junkyard, and when I arrived at the place Celestia was knocked out, I could feel her magic.
I grinned. Whatever they did, it caused her body to start releasing a bit of her magic. Not much, nothing somebody would easily notice, but I also found out that I could sense both extremely small and extremely weak amounts of magic.
This was both, and I was probably the only one who could tell it was even there. However, it was like a red thread, showing me exactly where I should go.
Star and Daybreaker were still home, and I decided to keep them there for the time being. However, I put on the rings on them as well, before meditating and cutting off the flow of magic through them, in turn making them invisible to magic detectors.
It was a precaution, and I doubted reliable ways to detect magic even existed, but it was one I could do without problems.
It took me around half an hour to find the office building the magic led me to. It was in the middle of the town, and it was guarded. I could probably not sneak in there.
Still, that did not mean they had the means to deal with someone like me. Moving a few blocks away again while trying not to look suspicious and at the same time keeping my head away from the cameras to avoid being spotted, I then walked into a small alley – before grabbing the walls to my left and right and flinging myself upwards.
Grabbing a fire exit ladder, I then used it to get on the roof of the building, and when I looked at the office building, I noticed there were no guards at its top.
While I was almost sure projectile weapons would not work on me, I was not willing to test that theory yet.
For the time being though, I snuck closer and tried to stay out of any possible camera feeds. I probably could jump over the gap between the house I was on and the office building, but for now, I decided to wait.
That wasn’t because I was patient, though. It was because I could feel Celestia waking up again, and my focus shifted back to her.
(CEL)
Waking up, I found myself sitting on a brown couch. In front of me was a coffee table made from some metal, and to my right, I could see a black desk with a computer on it. On the other side of the coffee table, two people sat, both wearing suits.
I should not have been able to spot this, but I could see a document on the desk, and even from this angle, I could somehow tell that it held the FBI logo on its front.
“Ah, you are awake,” the agent in front of me said, pocketing his handy.
“Who are you?” I asked in return, and he flashed me his ID. Once again, my ability to remember stuff surprised me as I could recall every last detail of it, even though I saw it for less than a second.
“Agent Meyers,” he responded, before pointing to the guy next to him.
“This fellow here is my guard.”
I was silent for a moment, looking at him. He looked back in my eyes but said nothing either.
“So, I have some questions I would like to ask you.”
“Which ones?”
“First off, did you notice anything weird during the last few days?”
“Well, I dreamt of a self-proclaimed god,” I shot back.
“Anything else?”
“Yeah, I trained a bit and got stronger.”
I could tell that my answers were annoying to him, but for some reason, I found myself easily able to keep a poker face. He asked me a few more things and I continued to respond in this matter until he eventually broke.
“First your friend and now you! Why are you not telling me anything?!” he exclaimed, getting angry.
However, those few words told me a few interesting things.
“Friend?” I asked, my voice calm and betraying my emotions completely. I could tell that my magic was starting to boil, though, seeking a way out.
“We picked up that guy named Lukas, but when we asked him where he got that magic artifact, he said nothing! You have to know something!”
I shook my head.
“How did you even got this position,” I returned, noticing his eye twitch when I said this.
I stood up, facing him.
“Bring me to him. Now,” I said, and he barked out a laugh.
“You aren’t in any position to make demands here, miss!”
A carefully placed fist completely shattered the (metal) table in front of me. I raised my hand; it was looking as if I did not just punch through a plate of metal.
“Care to repeat that?” I asked, and he pulled out his gun. He shot it at me, but I batted it aside with my wrist, noticing that this caused a bruise to appear.
My hand shot forward, crushing his gun, then knocked him backward. His bodyguard tried to attack me, but when his fist connected with my ribs, they did not move.
A slap of my hand caused him to stumble backward as well, and he fell down, staring at me.
“What… what are you?” the guy that tried to shoot me asked, and I snarled at him.
“I am the one responsible for creating that artifact,” I shot back, my hand now holding a golden glowing orb of magic. It seemed small, but it would rip almost anything apart if let loose.
“That voice…” I heard the guard say, his eyes wide.
Voice…? Oh, right! Celestia, duh.
“Seems like some people here know who not to mess with,” I said, looking at him. My eyes showed no emotion.
“It still begs the question what you know about me, and why,” I snarled, the color of the magic in my hand darkening, becoming redder, and starting to look like flames.
“A show! A theory says every work of fiction is real somewhere and the same in reverse!” he exclaimed with panic written in his features.
The guy who introduced him as Meyers now managed to stand back up.
“You speak as if you know her. Who is she?” he asked, his voice now back under his control.
“Celestia,” the guard whispered, causing the agent to blink.
“Who?”
“A being from another dimension. She’s an alicorn there, a white entity with angel-like wings and a horn that allows her cast magic powerful enough to move stars,” he said, then turned back to me, cautious of me.
“And what about my friend?”
“He’s unharmed. We only questioned him!” he said, his eyes going wide.
I gave him the sweetest smile I could muster. Coupled with the steel in my voice, it gave an unnatural, quite frightening combination.
“Where is he?”
Stretching, I walked out of the building.
“How were you able to force them to let you go?” Lukas asked, causing me to turn around and smile at him.
“I just talked with them,” I responded, then winked at him.
“Anyways,” I continued, fishing the dart headed for my shoulder out of the air and flinging it back the way it came from, then turned back at him.
“It is probably time for me to leave.”
“Already? Is it because you want to prevent things like that from happening?”
“Yeah,” I responded, fishing the miniature star out of my pocket.
“Before I go though, there’s the matter with this thing. It radiates away its magic, and if you keep it close, it will allow you to use magic yourself. But things like this will continue to happen, and I will not be there to help you when that happens again,” I said, causing him to nod.
“You’re right. You should keep this,” he said, and I looked at him surprised.
“I expected you would want to keep it,” I said, and he smiled.
“Yeah, but I am not one for such a hectic life. The last few days were interesting for sure, but I cannot live like this. I hope you understand.”
“Of course, I do. Everyone has a different outlook on life,” I said, and he chuckled.
“Well, and then there’s my house. Could you look after it while I’m gone? Make sure it does not fall apart?”
“Sure. But once again, please make sure to visit,” he said, and I nodded.
“I will,” I said, and we walked the rest of the path to his home in silence.