Griffon of Canterlot
Chapter 93.5: The Pure Effect
Doctor Trace sitting in his office looked through the sheets of paper of his patients test results, he looked over to the other side of his desk to the blue unicorn with white, light and dark blue mane, he placed the papers down to using his magic to scribble down on a piece of paper presenting to her.
The unicorn took the paper. “Minuette this perception will ease the headaches you've been getting since over taxing your magic, take two every four hours and please keep your magic casting to simple levitations for the next two days, okay?”
Minuette smiled warmly. “It will be of great help doctor, I will make sure to take it easy.” She got up from the chair walking to the door.
“Good to hear, if you are still having painful headaches after a few days, please come back for some scans over your horn.” Trace requested.
Minuette opened the door. “Will do Doctor Trace! Thank you!” She said cheerfully walking out and closing the door behind her.
Trace looked to the clock on the wall. “One last patient to see and I'll go for lunch with Amber.” He said to himself waiting for the last patient to come through the door, he pulled up the file to see it was a griffon.
“Right hind leg injury, sprained left wing, blast wounds from unicorn magic...” He sighed seeing the reports, seeing that the injuries were caused by those he tended to before the mint blue unicorn. “So that why there was a guard escort with each of those four unicorns...” He muttered under his breath. “They picked a fight that they couldn't win, now I bet they will try to twist the story to say it was the griffon that were the aggressor... Than you have a paper or two say this is fact when the truth is far from it...”
Nurse Pink Heart opened the door. “Big-Rig the griffon to see you Doctor Trace.”
Trace took the coat off then change his form into a griffon and put on his griffon form coat. “Thank you Nurse Pink Heart, please let him in.” He sat down at the desk.
“At once Doctor.” She said without a reaction to his griffon form, Pink Heart gotten use to it.
Soon the small orange griffon with black stripes hobbled into the office with his right hind leg raised up bandaged up with his left wing. “A griffon doctor?” Big-Rig surprised to see a griffon.
Trace felt transformative magic around the forelegs, he got sense it through his magic. “Some sort of gloved enhancements to make them look very talon like, for his size I gather his a finch griffon, I know of Maple and Sunflower...” He suspected Big-Rig to be a finch griffon. “Also the name a Big-Rig is a dead give away too, if what Greystorm said is correct about Finch Griffon culture naming their young after big successes in the family.”
Trace got up walking up to the bed raising a talon to it. “Please if you can sit on the bed, Big-Rig.”
“Yeah sure...” He walked up to it to use his talons to pull himself up onto the bed and sit on it.
“Also I like you to remove those magical enhancement talons too, they will interfere magically to tending to your injuries.” Trace said calmly to Big-Rig.
The small griffon stared at him coldly. “What did you say?”
Trace point to one of the talons. “I can sense a form of transformative magic around those talons, they most likely some form of gloves with magical enhancement gems embedded in them to make them look like the real deal by touch, including you using them as if they are really your talons.” Trace still spoke with calm.
Big-Rig still stared at him. “They n-”
“You can continue to try and lie to me Big-Rig.” The tone of saying the name made the orange griffon loosen his stare. “I know of Finch Griffon culture and how they name their young from inventions or improvements of technology, also I happen to know of one that stand nine hooves tall named-”
“-Sunflower.” Big-Rig said with Trace the last part before chuckling. “Look like I found myself into the trusted circle of those that know about my kind.” He start to remove the talons to show his forepaws. “What a lucky break for me.”
Trace start to remove the bandages on the hind leg. “Indeed, and it seem you know of us.”
Big-Rig flinched from the cool touch of the talons over his hind leg. “Yeah Maple kept me in the loop, just didn't exactly told me who part from Greystorm and his changeling wife Octicovix.” He squawked in pain from the touch. “Watch it you macaw buzzard!”
Trace hummed. “It fractured.” Magic flow around his talons over it carefully. “Luckily this healing spell will speed up the healing process of that fracture, but you will have to keep little to no weight on that hind leg for a few days.” Trace started to bandage it back up with new bandages.
Trace look to the wing. “Also keeping that wing bandage up will help heal that sprained wing of yours.”
Big-Rig stared at the magic coming off the talons. “A griffon can do magic!?”
“I am a unicorn by birth, this pearl stop me from randomly shifting from unicorn to griffon and back again, I messed with magic I shouldn't have.” He saw no reaction from Big-Rig. “You seem to be okay with what I just said...”
The small finch griffon shrugged. “I beat the crap out of four unicorns that started on me, first by words and when they didn't get a reaction they used their magic to trip me up, drop things on me and zap me. So in kind I returned the favour by smashing a sign into one of their horns, clawing and showing the terror of a griffon can percent even for his size.” He said calmly to Trace.
“If that hard to believe a small cub size griffon like me can knock out four unicorn smart asses, getting told some griffon that is a unicorn in reality messed with magic he shouldn't have seem very believable.” Big-Rig continue to calmly talk Trace.
Trace walked up to the desk, sitting at it he pulled out from a draw a piece of paper, he wrote on it in griffish for medication for the finch griffon. “Fair point.” He signed it and came back to Big-Rig. “Take this to the chemist on the ground floor, she will provide you with medication you will need to take for the next five days.”
Big-Rig took it. “That all to it?”
“Pretty much, you came out fair better then the unicorns-” Trace responded, than he felt his magic respond to something high above and far away, it was quickly approaching from the south Easterly direction. “That strange...” He walked up to the window to the balcony looking out to the horizon.
Big-Rig was about to say something but his right ear twitched and he flinched pulling it out of his ear, he put it back in after a second. “Gritter stop screaming into the headset and repeat that without the drama!” He growled.
“Sorry sir! But satellite sensors little under three hours ago picked up a huge release of unknown magic from the Dragonlands! The information just reached us and the shockwave is in the troposphere and coming our way! It be passing over us in the next few minutes from the south by south east!”
Big-Rig saw Trace looking out the window in said direction. “He can feel that magic coming our way?”
“Sir?”
“Keep the line open.” Big-Rig snapped back. “Hey Doctor!” Trace turn to him. “There a huge wave of magic coming right over our heads in the next few minutes, you can sense magic, what kind is it?”
Trace slowly looked back out the window, he flick the talon to open it up to step outside onto the balcony looking at the horizon, the finch griffon got down from the bed hobbling over to him. “It pure magic and I felt this magic before, it Gale's and far greater than I ever felt...” He start to see the wave of whitish blue magic racing over the sky. “Oh sweet Celestia that huge...”
Big-Rig frowned seeing nothing. “I don't see a damn thing! All I see is blue sky!”
“Sir it should be there! It on the sensors but even I can't see it either!”
“Hmm...” Big-Rig frowned seeing the look from Trace's griffish expression. “Yeah we can't but the doc griff can, his showing a really freakish look of fear right now...”
Trace head slowly raised up with his eyes following the wave passing over with a swirling mass of magic being left behind in it wake. “I can... Also my name is Trace and seeing some sort of wake of magic left behind the wave.”
Big-Rig looked around. “Magical wake?”
“I can confirm it from the images, the pure magic wave left a wake from it that look like it will end up becoming global in less than four hours at the current speed of the wave travelling...”
“So we have a shockwave that started from in the middle of the Dragonlands that travelling global and leaving magic in it wake that stuck in the sky!?”
“Yes...”
“No wonder you got told about this just now... The minsters must be unable to figure out to resolve this...” Big-Rig looked up at Trance. “You said this is Gale's pure magic, right?”
Trace nodded looking around at the sky. “It is... But it couldn't be... Yet it is”
“And why that?”
“You said it came from the Dragonlands, Prince Gale is with his mum at the Wonderbolt Derby at the moment over at the Sky Arena of Canterlot.” Trace lowered his gaze to Big-Rig. “Yet the magic I am sensing it is his... That what not making sense.”
Big-Rig rubbed the back of his neck. “There no help coming from me to understand this level of magic, your talking to the wrong Finch Griffon, I am more of a business and techo Finch that get the job done when those see it impossible.” Big-Rig stated. “It seem harmless enough, so I-”
Trace cuts him off. “If there a layer of pure magic between the sun, moon and the princesses there will be no sun set or moon rise.”
“What?” Big-Rig looked very surprised. “How can this pure magic stop that!?”
“It interferes with Equestrian magic, Princess Celestia control the sun, Princess Luna control the moon, they won't be able to use their magic to move them with that blanketing the sky.” Trace looked down at Big-Rig. “Now does that seem harmless?”
Big-Rig looked fearful at what Trace just said. “Y-you seem awful calm about this Doc...”
Trace went to his desk pulling out a sign and put it on the other side of the door to his office. “Because in the last three months I been dealing with a lot, this seem to be a norm...” He picked up the talon gloves giving them to Big-Rig. “We going to Princess Celestia.”
“WE!?”
“Yes, she aware of your technology as I am, you can see the pure magic with these satellite thing Gritter spoke of.”
“He can hear me through your ear piece sir?”
Trace looked to the right ear. “Yes, Macaw Griffon ears have a sensitive range on certain frequencies and you are using one that make it loud and clear.” Trace responded.
Big-Rig frowned. “Than we going to sort that out later Gritter.”
“Aye...”
Trace put his talon out. “Now I am going to carry you.”
“WHAT!? No your-”
“Can you fly or even run?”
Big-Rig growled. “DAMN IT TO HELL AND BACK!” He roared seeing he could do neither. “Fine! But this doesn't leave either you or Gritter! And anything about this moment is to be wiped from all servers and THAT final!”
“Ay-aye sir... I'll triple make sure of it and-”
“You better or I will show what a injured midget can do.” Big-Rig threatened as he put the talons on. “Now let's get this over with before I rather hobble there!”
“Very well it only a s-” Trace noticed a pony that was flying near by frozen in mid-flap. “What the blazes?” He looked around seeing everything seem to just- “Stopped?”
Big-Rig saw this too. “What going on?”
Trace continue to look around. “Time frozen...”
Big-Rig quickly try to contact Gritter. “Gritter can you hear me!?” No Response came. “GRITTER RESPOND!”
“While time is frozen he will be unable to respond, I do suggest you talk to Princess Luna Solarclaw.” A female voice spoke from behind them, a bluish white glow caught the corner of their eyes, they turn around to come face to face with a anthropomorphic avian.
Trace realised who she was, Celestia told him of her encounter only last night coming to see him to get a much needed check over after returning from Trottingham. “Avatar...”
Big-Rig squint his eyes at the brightness of the shimming magic coming off her. “Avatar?”
“I am, I gather from this unsurprised reaction you were made aware of my existence?” She directly said to Trace.
Trace walked right up to her. “I heard when you make yourself known to those that you need to talk to time freezes, or goes a tad bit slower. Am I correct?”
“Indeed.” She confirmed. “This is my second time directly coming here after my direct encounter with Gallus.” Avatar looked over to Big-Rig. “I am the reason also why your airship ended up being caught up in the cargo matador check up.”
Big-Rig growled. “So my encounter with those snooby griffons would of never happened if you didn't do that!? YOU-” Trace grabbed his foreleg as he pounched. “Let go! I-”
“Stop, she did this for a reason, to directly go against her own rules in such a manner.” Trace said to Big-Rig holding him back.
Big-Rig snarled. “Better be a good damn reason!”
She waved a talon hand. “Look at the sky.” They did and Big-Rig could see the pure magic wake frozen in the sky. “This should of never happened, tomorrow for you was yesterday for me, this never happened and now it has.”
Trace turn back to her letting go of Big-Rig, he seem conflicted by what she said now. “Explain!” Big-Rig demanded.
“A dragon called Anubis lead a chain of events that would lead Gale tomorrow to end up in the past by a day and to the Land of Nowhere.”
“Anubis the Death Dragon, the dragons god of the dead?” Big-Rig raised a eye brow in surprise. “I heard of him from Dragon Legends, he real?”
Avatar nodded. “Indeed.” She walked by them calmly standing at the balcony placing both talon hands on the railing looking up at the sky. “His actions through time lead to Nowhere appearing to your perspective in time little over three hours ago.”
Big-Rig rubbed the bridge of his beak. “Your saying that this Death Dragon has time magic?”
“Correct and used it recklessly, I been trying for the last 24 hours in my perspective of time to fix what he created, this I can not and the only way to fix it is to take Princess Luna to the source of the Pure Magic release from Prince Gale.”
With a wave of her right talon hand, they watched what happened and saw Gale unleashing magic to create a Pure Magic Griffon that unleashed all it magic on a titan sized dragon firing lightning out of his mouth at the beam of magic coming from the giant griffon mouth. They watched Nowhere pulled from a universal dimension upon it collapse from pure magic, it appearing at the Dragonlands fitting perfectly in the land.
“Well...” Trace frowned. “I gather this airship is a key to keep things happening the way they are at the moment?”
“Correct, Princess Luna can raise the moon and lower the sun there, it will take at full power the airship HMS Victory to arrive at Nowhere in five hours 17 minutes, if you go to Princess Luna and take her upon the airship you will make it in time for Princess Celestia to be unaware she couldn't lower the sun.”
“Isn't that lying to a Princess?” Trace looked at her directly.
She shook her head. “Yes and no, it a complex answer, I can not tell you what to do, all I did was set the pieces for the paradox to be fulfilled and to fix the mess Anubis has caused.” Avatar took to the sky flying up with her glowing brightly. “One will lead to events that happened tomorrow to happen, the other will cause a chain of unknown events that even I do not know what it will lead to, just that Nowhere will appear one way or the other and Gale will end up there tomorrow.”
“You have a hour to decide what to do before you run out of time on choice and a third unknown will be pathed.”
The avian vanishes in a blinding light and time was restored.
Big-Rig stared at the empty spot now seeing normal sky again. “I got a feeling she didn't tell us everything...”
“Indeed, but we have three options though...”
“Yeah... That is...”
Big-Rig raise his forepaw opening up one paw finger. “Option One; We go to Princess Luna and get her on my airship racing to the Dragonlands to get her to raise the moon and lower the sun...”
He raise the second paw finger. “Option Two; We go to Princess Celestia with Prince Gale, tell them what happened and whatever evidential created by our actions.”
He raise the third paw finger. “Option Three; We sit on this information and they realise the moon and sun can not be lowered, they freak out and try to figure out what to do creating a whole heap of panic...”
“I gather option one means the pure magic wake will be breaking down and almost all gone by the time we arrive at Nowhere.” Trace suggested.
“Gritter check the information, is the magical wake weakening?”
“Yes it is sir, I checked the latest information over the flash point, it seem to be fading at a rate that in just around six hours and ten minutes time will gone over it.”
Trace took a heavy sigh. “Come, we going to the market and meet up with my wife Amber Flare, we going to talk to her over this...” He stood ready to take off to the Canterlot Market Square
Big-Rig blinked. “Amber Flare? As in the Amber Flare the SCUAS agent!?”
“Yes, I gather she was inspecting your cargo this morning?” Trace asked.
All Big-Rig could say in that response was...
“BUCK ME AND BUCK THAT FEATHER BRAIN AVATAR!!!”