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// Chapter 2 Part 5 
// Story: Magical Medicine 
// by yellowbastion 
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You are svelte and handsome specimen of the human race. Strong, bold, brave, and right now, a little confused. You can be a lot of things at the same time. You’re complex like that. 

“It’s blank,” you say, stating the obvious. 

“I don’t understand. It should be showing memories of your deeds that lead up to your being here.” Horse Princess was also confused, which worried you, but only a little bit. You’re super chill like that. 

“Maybe it’s broken?” You offer. Your powers of deduction are peer to none. 

“This portal is a magical manifestation. If it was to break it would dispel, effectively cease to exist.” She shook her head, her rainbow wavy hair somehow not moving around like you would expect head hair to go. It just flipped quickly from being over her left shoulder to her right and back again. You saw it happen but it hurt your eyes a little to see it flicker like that. If you were lucky it would give you a seizure and save you from having this conversation.  “No, this is something else.”

“Have you tried turning it off and back on again?” That was usually the first thing you would try and it normally worked for you. 

The white horse Princess shook her head again, “I didn’t cast the spell. It is tied to the Ascended Realm, which triggered upon you arrival.” She shook her head, making her hair do the flickering thing again. The flipping and shimmering was making dark spots form at the edge of your vision. All aboard the train to Seizure City. 

“Maybe try hitting it?” That was usually the second thing you would try and it occasionally worked for you. Not just for fixing things but it worked on people, too. If some homeless bum tried to rush you and beg for spare change? Ka-pow! Poverty fixed. Homeless crisis averted. Violence is always the answer. 

“Violence is never the answer, Anonymous.” Señorita Buzzkillington disagreed with you. But she would be wrong, and two wrongs don’t make a right. Which means you’re right, so, by default you won. That’s just how logic works. 

Your next idea was to try putting it in a bag filled with rice over night but that would have been the dumbest fucking thing you could could have said at this time. Come on, brain, you can do better than that! Also, you didn’t bring any rice with you. Come to think of it, you don’t remember ever seeing rice being served or eaten. Does it even exist here in pony world? If it didn’t then what would they use to quickly dry out their water damaged crystal balls? Probably magic, those dirty little cheaters. All of that means you’re down to your last fool-proof, sure-fire, fix-all option.

You cleared your throat, then spoke loud and clear, “Computer, restart program.”

“Anonymous, I don’t think…” was as far as she got for before the window went black. “Huh, that actually did something.”

Then you heard a jingle play. It was something you’re sure you’ve heard before, something from your past, but you couldn’t place when or where. Then, as if by magic, because it was magic, an image appeared.

“Well, I’ll be darned. I can’t believe I remember that!” The image it showed brought a smile to your face.

“I would hope so. These frames show the path you have taken to arrive here in the Ascended Realm. Each one has the ability to show an event in your past that has shaped the destiny of you or somepony else.”

Then the Princess turned to the window. She didn't have the same smile she held before, or even one similar to yours. In fact, she looked worried.

"Oh no."