I stand up, ready. Clearnote smiles.
"Who are you?" she asks me.
"I am Wind Whistler, cast from my world, mocked in Ponyville, and a runaway," I answer. The words leave my lips simply, easily, and lightly. I am no longer afraid. In fact, I feel very warm inside.
Clearnote continues to grin.
"And this world?" she asks. "Does it have a ruler?"
"Well, Majesty rules over her castle and some ponies consider her to be the queen... And there's Rosedust, the queen of the Flutter Ponies... And a bunch of other kings and queens and a prince or princess here and there, but no one is the king or queen of everyone." I say, answering her question. It's just so easy.
Clearnote looks very happy, and very maniacal.
"Thank you, Wind Whistler. Now follow me. We have plans to make..."