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// Chapter 100.75: A Swell Awesome Time 
// Story: Griffon of Canterlot 
// by Electuroo 
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Griffon of Canterlot

Chapter 100.75: A Swell Awesome Time










The group made their way up a huge tall stairwell. They had managed to cross the convention centre in record time, all thanks to the guards and Chrysalis's changelings, the VIP lounge was just up the wide stairs lined with red carpet.

Mark looked around – the walls had pictures showing each and every contest held in E1 hall. “Talk about posh.”

Penumbra took note of the tall double-doors they came through. “This wasn't just made for those of our size. If I’m to guess, this was designed for the larger type of dragons.”

“Titan classes – it makes sense.” Silvite took a good look at the size of the entrance. “Bet Torch could fit in here.”

Smolder grew somewhat curious about how Silvite just called the Dragon Lord so casually without the title. “Is it true that Dad's staff and the Bloodstone sceptre have no effect on you?”

“It is. That’s why I got that crazy title, Lord of Dragons Silvite, the dragon that cannot be commanded by gods or dragon lord.” Silvite responded. “Stupid title for taking care of a damn tyrant that wanted more and more and more, no matter the cost or harm he brought to others. Stupid idiot cost me my memories because the only way I could hold him back for Nowhere to be sealed away is by greed induced growth.”

Garble heard tales of what it did to dragons if they stay like that for a long time. “H-how long?”

“Five hundred years, give or take. It took a blast of lightning from Thunderous right here…” She pointed to behind her ear, the scar now in display. “…to jolt my mind out of it and, thanks to my sister, I gained from it for the next five hundred years. I was given some magical adjustments to get me down to this perfect size, keeping all the muscle and fire in the process. So you’re seeing a titan-class dragon in a body that shouldn't be possible.” Silvite gave a very fang-filled grin to the two dragonets.

They were in awe of her. “No way! You’re really that strong!?” Smolder looking up and down at her as they walked up the stairs.

“Yes. I had to teach myself to be more delicate around things. That’s how I got into creating my underground paradise I call home.” She pulled out a picture from her bag showing them it.

Garble saw how green it was. “Really? That looks so lame.”

“Yeah, not something I expect to see from a Lord of Dragons, especially that weird set of sphere-shaped buildings.” Smolder didn't look impressed as much as her brother.

Silvite put the photo away. “Sometimes the toughest thing can be the most delicate thing.” Silvite showed them two scales, one red and the other orange, between two claw fingers. “Like how I just plucked these from both of you without you even noticing that I did it.” She gave both scales back to them and they stared at them surprise, now far more respectful of her.

Chrysalis chuckled. “And they learn to never judge something by just the surface.”

Twilight was impressed. “That was quite the lesson she gave them. I never even saw her remove those single scales from either of them. I heard and felt the explosions from her fire blasts, but never knew being so strong could mean you can be so delicate too.”

“It’s a balance between the two. Find it and you have peace,” Alpha commented. “As I did.”

Sunflower's head emerged at the top of the stairwell, waving a forepaw at them. “Hey, you all made it! Totally awesome, dudes!”

“Sunflower!” Gale flew up the steps to her, hovering in front. “Having fun?”

“Oh definitely! And Nanner Maple got me the room that I never thought I’d ever get to stay in either for the next few nights!”

“You seem rather overjoyed about a mere hotel room,” Chrysalis commented in mild surprise.

Sunflower grinned at Chrysalis. “You trying being my size! Everything normal size for you is tiny for me. I have to be sooo careful not to break something, even with my crazy control of my weight with my internal magic. Dude! The hotel room is for fricking huge creatures that fly! It made me look normal size! Everything there is huge to you but to me it feels wonderfully normal! So can you blame me for being overjoyed!?”

Chrysalis gave her a genuine smile. “Clearly not. I could feel that overwhelming joy even without my changeling senses.”

“Yeah! She happy! We all happy! I happy too!” Gale flew around and gave Gilda a mighty hug.

“Awk! Gale! Seriously! Not cool!” Celestia burst into laughter, followed by Grover, Nightingale and Gallus at Gilda's expense. Soon, others joined in the laughter.

Twilight walked in with Starlight and saw everyone’s mood. “Is it me or does everyone seem that much happier with the young prince around?”

“It’s not just you.” Starlight couldn't help but laugh a little. “We needed this after what we’ve been through. I wonder if this happens with everyone that gets to know Prince Gale a little.”

Gilda was still trying to free herself. “It... is...” She sighed giving in as Gale continued to hug her. “Welcome to my world, dweebs.” She gave him a hug back and finally the cub happily let go of her. “And I wouldn't want to change it for the world, even for that embarrassing moment. The cub really can get to your heartstrings – isn't that right, little brother?”

“Yes, big sister!” Gale grinned before he turned to the lounge. “Oooh! Gallus, look at this!” Gallus quickly followed him as Gale charged off to the large window.

Rocky and Alpha were the last to enter. The changeling and Celestia's guard with Shining closed the massive doors behind them. Shining stood guard on the inside to the side with the changeling guard that he got to know while treating Blue Star.

Rocky, with hand paws behind the back of his head, took a good look around as they all did the same. Red carpet was on the floor, with seats looking out to a massive large glass window in front. At the back near two doors with in and out on them to a kitchen was a large table of food with plates beside it. “Not even a few hours out the box and loving this already. The craziness, the pleasure, the enjoyment of interacting with others is awesome!”

Alpha walked up to the glass window and stood by Mark, Celestia, and Nightingale. They all looked at the crowds of mostly ponies taking seats down below. In front was a large semi-circular stage with its curtains drawn. In front of that were three seats by a table in the middle front.

“Quite the sight isn't it?” They looked over to see Greystorm joining them. “My family heavily invested in this convention centre and made sure to have a lounge for the very special guests to watch in safety all the way up here.”

“I gather this is your uncle’s doing?” Celestia asked.

“Yes, Uncle Grimclaw – he owns the Sky High Hotel. If it wasn't for Maple Clawhowler's name and investment, this place wouldn't be as grand as it is. The number of conventions that happen here every few weeks is insane, and all thanks to one little finch griffon before I even knew who she was,” Greystorm answered.

Mark looked around. “I thought the contest was supposed to start by now?”

Greystorm pulled out his pocket watch, opening it up to look at the time. “In a few minutes, the announcer will emerge. They’re still seating the con-goers that got tickets to watch the contest.” Greystorm closed the watch up and put it away. “There are sixteen contestants – one of them is Silvite's sister, Pom-Pom the kitsune, fourteen of them are unicorns, and one zebra.”

“How does a zebra compete against magic users?” Nightingale asked.

“By using potions that they make,” Alpha answered. They looked over at him. “I know because of Lord Gale. He read up about them after hearing about Zecora from Sunflower and the encounter with Zerra.” Alpha looked over to Gale who was talking with Gallus, each sitting on cushions looking out to the stage while eating plates of food.

Mark was interested mainly in seeing this Trixie who had entered, but he was curious about the zebra and kitsune. “I know the abilities of a zebra shaman, but I’ve never seen a kitsune before.”

Silvite joined them, sitting down at a chair, holding a cup of tea. “My sister is a yellow and white kitsune with twelve tails. Each tail has a magical flame that reflects the mastery of a certain magic. You will not be disappointed seeing her.”

“I look forward to it.” Mark took another look at Gale and Gallus. “I see they’re good friends.”

Celestia shook her head. “Not just friends – honorary brothers.”

Penumbra, who sitting on one of the seats nearby, was intrigued by what Celestia said. “Could you fill us in on that?”

Celestia did so. “Gale gives family titles to those that are close to him. Gilda is to him a big sister.”

“Why?”

“Guard Penumbra, if I knew, I would tell you. It’s something Gale hasn't spoken to me or anyone about and I have no intention to push the subject. My son is happy and others seem to be not bothered by the familial titles Gale gives them. Gallus, from what my little Nightingale told me, doesn't want friends. He doesn't need them but he’s accepted being called brother by Gale.”

Gilda chimed in. “As for me, dweebs, I was the first official griffon he met, I got him to say the first word and the leech hugged me like there was no tomorrow. That goofball of a cub really looks up at me as a big sister.” Nightingale smiled with a nod, knowing all too well of that strong bond between them. “Wouldn't change anything that happened; I care for the cub in my own way.”

Mark smiled. “As you said just moments ago.”

Gilda shrugged. “Whatever, dweeb.” Suddenly the lights below started to dim. They watched a grey-coated pony with a white mane and tail wearing headphones with attached microphone walk up onto stage as three elderly unicorns sat down at the seats at the table in front of the stage. “Looks like the show’s about to begin.”

Celestia recognised the unicorns. “Shimmering Stone, Ruby Swirl and Thunderknight - they all were students almost 65 years ago at the School for Gifted Unicorns. They’re the best of the best in transfiguration magic. It is good to see them all again after all this time.”

Twilight was surprised to see them. “They’re the same in our world. I mean experts in transfiguration magic. I read all their books about the different styles: high level casting, flow, rune and potion magic, all forms of transfiguration. To see legends of their skill sets even from up here is amazing!”

“Sounds like the right choices to judge the contest,” Mark commented.

They all watched and waited for what the grey unicorn wearing the headset was about to say.





On stage, the M.C. must have received a cue and he stepped forward while a spotlight was put on him. “Welcome Gentlecolts, fillies, and all other beings! I'll be your host, Heighten, for this amazing contest of transformative and transfigurative magic! We will be amazed, stunned and even shocked at what is going to happen here on this very stage soon!” He walked around looking at the crowds until he saw who was watching from the VIP lounge window.

“We have three amazing judges tonight. Let's hear it for our two mares and stallion, Shimmering Stone, Ruby Swirl and Thunderknight!” The crowds cheered as the three elderly unicorns turned around to wave to the cheering crowd of mostly ponies around them. “Also, it seems we have a very special set of onlookers too! Princess Celestia, Nightingale and Prince Gale with friends and family! Let's give them all a mighty cheer too!” The crowds boomed, everyone turning their heads and stomping their hooves at seeing Celestia was there.

Heighten stepped back a bit. “Now we have sixteen contestants tonight – fourteen unicorns, one zebra and one kitsune. It will be interesting to see which of these will be crowned Transfiguration Champion of the sixth annual Manehatten Transfiguration Contest!” The curtains rose to show all sixteen of them. Mark and his group saw the unicorn Trixie wearing her trademark wizard hat and cape. Beside her was Pom-Pom, Silvite's sister, her twelve tails waving around with the flames following.

Next was a light pink mare with blue highlights through her purple mane and tail, wearing a mask with a black cape covering most of her body. Beside her was a bulky zebra wearing a green vest, carrying a side bag with potions tied up to the straps. Those seemed to be the most conspicuous ones, standing out from the other different colourful unicorns lined up.

“This is how the rounds will go: Rounds one to four will be using a simple plank of wood and turning it into an inanimate object of your choice. There will be two going through from each group. Next will be turning a plank of wood into an animated object in the Quarter Finals, only one from each will proceed to the semi-finals. There, you will turn an apple into an orange and keep its flavour as an apple! And for the final match, this will really put the casters to the test. They will be required to turn their assistant into another creature completely! They will be judged by our judges here for a maximum of thirty points, split to ten between them. The highest scores go through and so on till the winner with the highest score wins the contest!”

Heighten pointed a hoof to a bunch of unicorns standing with orange vests on at the ready. “Do not worry about the risk of a spell going out of control. We have our de-spellers at the ready and also some rune shielding around the edge of the stage, so you con-goers are safe and sound!”

Many sighed in relief.

Trixie noticed that the other contestants had assistants join them – a small purple dragon with the kitsune, a red dragon wearing a mask and cape like the unicorn he stood with, the zebra had a mare with him, and so on. “Erm… sir? Trixie would like to ask for a volunteer to stand with her?”

Heighten turned around to her. “Miss Lulamoon, if you don't have one with you, then you have to forfeit. You can’t just ask for a random pony or creature to come up.”

# # #

“Wow! That’s a shame. We aren’t going to be able to see Trixie perform.” Then Twilight noticed that Mark was missing. “Hey! Where did Mark go?”

Chrysalis rolled her eyes. “Where else?” She pointed a hoof down to the path between the seats.

Penumbra growled and yelled, “Prince Mark Wells! You can't just go down and—”

Greystorm tapped the glass with a claw knuckle. “This room is soundproof. Sound gets in through the speakers.”

“What?! Are you bucking kidding me?!” Penumbra snarled. “When I get my hooves on that stallion—”

# # #

Mark stepped up to the stage. “I'll volunteer for Trixie Lulamoon as her assistant!”

Heighten looked very surprised, and so did Trixie. “Sir, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I'm sure. So, are we good?”

The announcer looked to the judges and each of them nodded. “It seem the judges will let this slide. Come on up… erm...?”

“Mark Wells – I’m in character.” He winked.

“Yes, you are,” Heighten said dryly. “Come on up, Mark Wells, Alicorn of Justice. Stand by Trixie Lulamoon, please.”

Mark did so.

“Thank you, strange pony, Trixie is saved by your act of generosity. She almost got disqualified after all the hard work Trixie put into this.”

“I’m glad to be of help, ma'am.”

Heighten coughed a bit. “Right... Now let's see who’ll be up against whom, shall we?” He turned to the screen which lowered down, showing all the contestants faces. Above each column of four was a number from one to four. The faces start to shuffle randomly around until they stopped with each of them being in their own groups. Pom-Pom was in group one, the zebra in group two, Trixie in group three, and the masked unicorn in group four. “Those of group one for the first round, stay on stage. All the rest move backstage and await your turn!” The twelve left the stage with their assistants.

Pom-Pom looked over to Spike. “Ready to help me, Spike?”

“Ready and able!” He saluted with a smile.

# # #

Twilight pointed her hoof to Spike. “Wow! I can't believe how young he looks. It’s like looking back into the past without being in the past,” she whispered to Starlight.

“I know – it’s so strange,” Starlight responded.

Garble whispered to Smolder. “That red dragon with that masked unicorn – is it me or did he look like me?”

“I saw it too, but let's not jump to conclusions,” Smolder whispered back.

Greystorm and Octicovix looked at each other without a word. They had a feeling who the masked unicorn and dragon were.

# # #

Pom-Pom stepped up to the stage, Spike carrying the plank up to the pedestal. He put the wood down on it and step back. “Thank you, Spike, I'll be turning this piece of wood into a diamond dragon figure of my assistant, Spike.” The blue flame lights up on her tail and the magic is cast upon the wood. Before the eyes of the audience, they watched it turn into a 1:10 scale of Spike reading a comic book while sitting down.

Spike was amazed at the detail. “Whoa that thing looks exactly like me! It’s even purple and green! How awesome is that!?” Spike knelt down to get a better look at it, seeing the detail in the shiny surface.

“Let's see what the judges think, shall we?” Heighten pointed a hoof to them.

Shimmering Stone was the first to speak. “It is truly detailed and almost flawless, I'll give it a 9.5 out of ten.”

Ruby Swirl was next to speak. “I gather you like reading comics?” she asked Spike and he nodded. “For that extra detail, I give it a ten.”

Thunderknight used his magic to pick it up, moving it over to him to have a good look. “I will be giving it a nine out of ten. The detail and personality are flawless but the colours are not. Diamond is clear and without colour, while this is.” He returned it to the stage.

“There you have it! Pom-Pom has a total score of 28.5 out of a possible thirty – a great start!” Heighten said. The audience cheered as Pom-Pom and Spike carried the statue off with them.

Backstage, they heard the unicorn that was next to show their transfiguration skills comment, “I can't believe that stallion took off a point for the colour!”

“They are the experts in the field – getting a 28.5 is a good start,” Pom-Pom said with a smile. “Spike, you can keep that as award for helping me.”

Spike looked at it and back at her. “Y-you’re sure!?”

“Yes, I am.”

Spike hugged her. “Thank you! So... what do you have in mind for the finals?” Spike released the hug. Pom-Pom leaned in and whispered into one of his fine ears. “No way really!?”

“Yes really, but only if we get into the finals.”

“I really hope we do!”

# # #

Silvite snorted. “That stallion wouldn't know style if it hit him in the face.”

“Well he does have a point, diamonds are supposed to be clear, or lightly tinted at most,” Sunflower stated.

Silvite looked over to Sunflower. “I know that, but a whole damn bloody point? Half would have made more sense!”

“Yeah, I can't disagree on that one.”

They watched the others perform.

Starlight, “From the look of the scores from the other two in her group, she won by a least two points, so I don't think you got much to worry about with the final unicorn.”

Penumbra looked at the last one turning a piece of wood into a brick. “Seriously? A plain brick?” They saw the score come up and it was the same score as Pom-Pom’s. “How the buck does that work?”

Chrysalis knew why that unicorn scored high. “Sometimes the most simplistic appearance can be the hardest to pull off, and that unicorn almost did. That’s why he only got that score.”

# # #

After two unicorns did their transfiguration spells on the piece of wood, it was the zebra’s turn. He pulled out two bottles and, with help from his assistant, mixed them into a small vial. “Zerica is my name and I will perform without fail. This plank will soon be a boat in a bottle under sail!”

“Erm... Okay... You may begin.” Heighten gave him the go-ahead.

The vial was thrown at the wood and smashed over it, causing an explosive release of a web of magical strings that covered the wood. They warped and changed the plank into a ship in a bottle. “Well, I'll be damned.” Thunderknight took the ship in bottle with his magic to have a good look. He passed it on to the other unicorns. “Ten?” He asked them.

“Ten,” they repeated and all their cards raised as ten.

“There you have it – a perfect thirty points for Zerica!”

# # #

“Okay, for a zebra with weird potions, that was pretty neat,” Smolder commented.

Octicovix whistled. “Impressive! Not sure how he did it, but it worked.”

Twilight was very impressed. “I knew potions from shamans were amazing, but this on a whole other level.”

Gale tilted his head. “Why have model ship in bottle?”

“I have to agree, it looks just weird,” Gallus said.

Alpha stared. “What a strange thing to do.”

Silvite glanced over to them. “Children! They have no respect for the classics these days,” she whispered to herself with a slight shake of the head.

# # #

Two unicorns in group three performed their transfiguration spells with scores of 23 and 27 so far. Trixie was up next and she stepped up onto stage with Mark. “The Great and Powerful Trixie with her assistant's help will turn this plank of wood into a white tea pot with blue vines and flower markings with flow magic!” Trixie proudly spoke loudly to the crowd. This caught the attention of all the judges.

Trixie pointed to the pedestal. “Now, Assistant, place the blank!”

Mark would have liked to correct her but he knew this eagerness all too well from his Trixie. With a slight bow and refraining from ruffling his wings, he used his horn to put the blank on the pedestal. “Ready when you are, O Great and Powerful Trixie!” he said with a smile.

Trixie's horn lit up and she stood up on her hind legs. Her forelegs moved around, the magic flowing around her and to the plank. Mark watched as waves of magic flew by him and around the wood and gently wrapped around it. That was when a flicker of a glow from a pendant on the clip to her cape caught the corner of his eyes. “Once there was a plank and now there is a teapot!” Trixie finished off her little dance with the plank turning into exactly what she said it would become. “Trixie has turned a piece of wood into a beautiful porcelain!”

Heighten stared at it. “Oh, wow! Now that is amazing! If there are those wondering what happened, flow magic is for mages lacking the magical stamina to use their magic to flow freely to wrap the form of a set object to transfigure it. You just saw with your own eyes how it’s done!”

Ruby Swirl used her magic to pick up the teapot to take a close up look at it. “Sweet Celestia! It’s incredible! Not only your performance but the flow. It really showed how Transfiguration Flow Magic works. I am very impressed.”

“As am I,” Thunderknight agreed.

“I have no words to describe how transfixing it was,” Shimmering Stone said. They all gave a perfect score to Trixie.

Trixie bowed with pride. “Thank you! Thank you! Trixie is glad to entertain and succeed!” With that, she and Mark left the stage, Mark's eyes transfixed on the pendant.

“Could that be a magical artefact? Let's see how the next rounds go to see if my assumption is correct,” Mark thought to himself.

# # #

“That was flow magic? That looked like a sheet of glowing musical sheets.” Penumbra was very confused by the sight of the magic used.

Celestia rubbed the underside of her beak. “Each magical flow for transfiguration differs according to the user that cast it, but something about it felt too perfect.”

Twilight agreed with Celestia. “Princess Celestia, I noticed it too. Something about it feels a little off.”

“Maybe it feels off cause it’s a form of magic you can't perform?” Starlight suggested.

Celestia lowered the talon from her beak. “You have a valid point. High level magic-casters such as us wouldn't be able to perform this form of magic casting, Ruby Swirl is one such who has very low magic stamina but able to cast very advance levels of transfiguration via th—”

“Dweebs – shut up! You’re making something cool into something very, very boring. Stop breaking down the spells that are being cast and watch!” Gilda growled in annoyance.

“Gil—” Celestia felt a pillow hit her on the side of the face, noticing that it was thrown by Gale who was giving her a stick face. Many others were looking at Celestia, Starlight and Twilight with slight annoyance.

Sunflower spoke for them all. “Dude, Gilda is right. Seriously – stop and just watch. If you want to talk about breaking down the magic, do it elsewhere.”

Celestia smiled. “Fair enough.” She leaned down to Twilight. “We'll talk about it in a more private setting.”

“Agreed,” she whispered back.

Chrysalis noticed one of her changelings in unicorn guard form walk in, carrying a take-out box. He went to Gale and gave it to the prince. “Your Highness, here are the snacks from the food court you wanted.” He bowed his head slightly.

“Thank you!” Gale happily gave him a massive hug. After a moment, Gale let go and the changeling had a really goofy look on his face. Gale sat down crossing his hind legs and opened it up. “Ooh, battered cod and chips! Yummy! And good timing!”

The Changeling smiled, humming a little. “Is there anything else can I do for you?”

Gale looked at the food. “I need a knife and for—”

“I’ll get it!” The changeling rushed over to the table to fetch them.

Gale blinked. “Uhhh... Okay?”

Chrysalis already knew he was one of her drones but overflowing with pure emotional energy.

“Is there something wrong?” Grover asked.

“No, my drone just got a huge meal of emotions from the young prince. The best way I can describe it is if you eat too many sweets you get a sugar rush. In the drone's case, he’s overwhelming happy right now and willing to do anything for Gale at the moment,” Chrysalis explained while they watched the drone eagerly give the utensils to the teenage griffon.

“Which is both a good and bad thing.” Grover could see the concern Chrysalis had.

The queen simply nodded. “Indeed. I'll keep a close eye on him so nothing serious happens.”

# # #

“Now for our last contestant for group four, will our mystery mare and her dragon friend score enough to get through to the next round?” Heighten said to the crowd. He raised his hoof to her. “The stage is yours!”

The masked unicorn glanced up to the large curved window of the VIP lounge. She saw Starlight and Garble among the group with Nightingale, Greystorm, Gale and Celestia. “Psst, Crimson we got a problem,” she whispered to the red dragon, inclining her head toward the window.

“It’s a total bummer,” he replied. “Our counterparts are here. What are we gonna do?”

“Can't forfeit – it will attract attention. So I’m going to do what I do best – improvise.” She smirked and he smiled back. “Follow my lead.”

Crimson nodded. “Got it, Star.” He gave a thumbs-up.

The masked unicorn stepped up. “Erm... M-my assistant will put the plank on the pedestal.”

The dragon stepped up, almost stumbling over, getting laughter from the crowd. He quickly corrected himself and put the plank on the pedestal. He looked back at her with a wink as he quickly moved to the side.

The crowd watched as the unicorn zapped the plank and pedestal with a blast of magic. Before their eyes, they molded together into a marble animated dragon dancing with a wooden cane and hat singing, “Hello my honey, hello my darling~”

The crowd watched this high-kick cane-punching animated golem dragon dance. They stared speechless at it. “Tada! One dancing golem dragon!”

Heighten slapped his hoof over his forehead. “Ma'am – that is round two, not round one!”

“Erm... oops?”

“I think it looks good. Star did a grand job. What’s the problem?” Crimson asked.

“The problem isn't how amazing it is, the problem is that it should have been done for round two. This was for inanimate forms. I am going to have to give this a two,” Thunderknight said shaking his head.

“Same,” Ruby Swirl said. “Even if it’s entertaining and quite a feat, you failed to perform the given task, and in doing so, you are only getting a two from me as well.”

Shimmering Stone covered her ears before casting a beam of magic to turn the golem back into a plank and pedestal. “That was the most infuriating song I’ve ever heard in my life! The fact you got an animated transfigured object to sing with emotion is a feat in itself, but you failed the stipulated task and I am giving you a flat one!”

Crimson growled and the crowds were booing at the judges. The masked pony raised a hoof. “It’s okay – I made the mistake. I failed the given task and I will honour the judges’ decisions. I was very nervous, but seeing how you all supported me, I am happy to have entertained you. I am not going to let this bother me or my friend.”

Crimson frowned. “I think the judges are ol–” The unicorn looked at him and he snorted. “Fine. It won't bother me. Can we leave this lame place?”

The unicorn smiled. “Most certainly.” Her horn glowed and both teleported away from the stage.

# # #

Starlight had her jaw hanging. “Wh-what kind of transfiguration was that?!”

“I have no idea! But did you feel the release as I did?” Twilight asked.

“Yeah, it was intense! That golem singing and dancing with emotion was amazing!” Starlight said.

Chrysalis added her view on it. “I can say for one thing – it did feel alive and happy, artificial but close to the real thing.”

Twilight looked over to the disguised changeling. “It did. Still kinda fun to watch a singing animated golem, wasn't it?”

“Hmm... I give it a seven out of ten.” Chrysalis casually shrugged.

Garble stared at the spot where the red dragon once stood. “I’m telling you – that dragon was making his voice sound weird intentional, and he was me!”

Smolder glared at her brother. “Garble, stop being stupid. They already told us our counterparts in their world, so stop trying to point out a red dragon for being you because you want to meet your older self to get pointers on your beats ahead of time.”

Garble groaned. “But Smolder, how cool w—”

“No, we’re not cheating and, as they said, we’re the only versions of us we know to be that hatchlings of a god to the Dragonlands. So stop going down that road already, or should I tell dad?”

Garble saw her glare turn to a darkening sisterly smile. “No, no! I'm good.” He waved his clawhands in defence to drop the matter at once.

“Good.” Smolder snorted and turned back to the window. “The next round line-up is about to come up for the last eight.”

Greystorm whispered to Nightingale. “It was the Inverse Reality Starlight Glimmer and Garble, wasn't it?”

“Yeah, and he likes being called Crimson. They must have seen Starlight, Garble and us. I’m glad you pulled a few strings for them and Jeremy to live their lives here in Manehatten, out of the way.”

“Just doing what’s right, Nightingale. Just hope no one else suspects them. They don't want to interfere with a world that’s not their own.” They both returned to watching the performance.

Celestia put a wing over Grover. “Doesn't that bring back memories, Grovey.”

Grover chuckled. “Indeed. Your little magical hiccups when you were with Nightingale.”

“It’s good to remember those times again. Even before that and to have you, Nightingale, Gale, Luna and the rest, it feels so much more whole now.” Celestia turned and lowered her head to nuzzle his beak and he returned it.

“Plpppppt!” They both stopped and turned to Gale blowing a raspberry at them. “No mushy stuff!”

“Yeah, dad, mum... How about do that when your children aren't around?” Nightingale backed up her little brother.

Gilda chuckled. “I agree with them, dweebs.”

Twilight frowned. “I thought it was cute and showed how much they missed each other.”

“Agreed.” Chrysalis and Starlight said together.

Smolder rolled her eyes. “Whatever! Let's just get back to watching. The eight contestants are coming up on stage for the quarter-finals.”

Greystorm and Octicovix disguised in her griffon form looked at each other with a shrug and put a wing over each other to watch the contest proceed to the next round.

# # #

Heighten raised a hoof. “Now that we have our remaining eight, it will get trickier. Each of you will cast your spells one by one on your planks of wood. Each of them will become something animated at no more than three hooves tall. Any higher or of a dangerous nature, you will have points deducted.” He turned around to the remaining eight. “The four with the highest points will move on to the semi-finals.”

“I wish you all the best of luck.” Thunderknight said to all of them. “Zerica – you are up first.”

The contestants bowed their heads and went backstage apart from Zerica.

“Zerica – let's see what kind of zebra potion magic you will pull off in this round!” Heighten stepped back to allow the zebra to do his thing.

Zerica turned to his assistant. “Give me the magical potions red, purple and blue. With those, I shall show what amazing things I can do.”

She took each vial from a small box and gave them to him.

“I’ll show the power of a zebra brew, by blending these mystic concoctions,” the shaman said as he mixed them together before carefully adding a small amount from one of the vials attached to his bag strap. “But only a single drop will do, lest disaster follow my actions.”

He poured the mix into a new vial and tossed it on the plank. The glass shattered and the contents spread over it to change the plank of wood into a wooden little bird. It flapped its wooden wings cheeping and chirping as it hopped about the pedestal. The crowd melted in love at the sight of the cute little wooden bird casually hopping about with no attempt to fly. Zerica put a hoof out to the bird and it hopped on before the zebra bowed to the crowd.

Ruby said, “What a lovely display of using the wood. You transfigured it into a wooden animated bird that seems so lifelike. Well played.”

“Indeed, it’s such a cute little thing,” Shimmering added her own praise.

“What an interesting way to use formulas in an arcane way. I’ve got to say you really know your stuff, Zerica.” Thunderknight said with an approving nod.

The judges presented their scores at 9.5, 9 and 9.

“A strong 27.5 to start – now that’s going to be a tough score to beat!” Heighten said as Zerica and his assistant left the stage with their animated wooden bird.

# # #

“Birdy cool! I like!” Gale said, amazed by the spell Zerica had cast. “But no beat Shadow!”

“Shadow?” Chrysalis asked.

“That would be his pet black phoenix back in the Philomena's greenhouse,” Celestia explained.

Twilight looked over to her. “A black phoenix? I’ve never heard of a phoenix being black. Have you, Starlight?”

“No, I haven't.”

Smolder spoke up. “Hey! That kitsune up with the purple dragon – Spike is it?.”

Silvite nodded. “Yep, and the kitsune is called Pom-Pom. If you know anything about me, you know that kitsunes are tricksters of the Dragonlands.” Garble and Smolder looked at each other then back at the stage. They recalled their dad mentioning about the kitsunes and their shapeshifting abilities along with their magical ones. “Also, they are the only other race that can eat gems.”

“What?!” The two sibling dragons looked very surprised to hear that.

# # #

Pom-Pom and Spike stepped up to the pedestal. “Please put the plank on the pedestal, Spike.”

“Will do!” Spike walked over, putting it down. “What are you going to do this time?”

“How about you give me an idea and I'll do it.” Pom-Pom gave Spike the option.

Spike looked at it and back at her. “R-really?” The kitsune nodded. “Erm...” He snapped his claws, recalling something he saw in Gale's Dream Cavern: one of the little figures in the house around the tree by the waterfall. “I’ve got it! A purple dragon with a gold sail on it forehead, two gold yellow horns and wings, with a gold yellow drill like bit on the end of the tail!”

# # #

Gale quickly stood up on his paws and pressed his talons against the glass, looking very surprised. “Spyro figure! He want Spyro animated figure!”

“Erm… Spyro?” Smolder asked.

Alpha explained to them. “It’s a fictional purple dragon, a little hero to all, standing strong for the weak.”

“This will be interesting to see.” Silvite said.

# # #

Pom-Pom flicked her tail with the blue flame. “Alright, Spike – one little purple dragon figure coming right up!” She cast the flaming magic over it.

The plank started to bounce around and spin rapidly to form into a purple dragon figure. It’s plastic purple eyelids blinked a few times, the purple eyes looking around in confusion. “Wh-whoa! What a rush! So cool!” He flexed a forepaw. “Whoa, this place is huge!” He looked over to Spike. “Hey! My name's Spyro! What’s your name?”

“Erm... Spike.” He waved his claw back. “You’re talking.”

“Yep!” He sat down with a grin. “And yes, I know I am plastic; how cool is that?”

Pom-Pom walked up to the little figure. “It’s one of a few games we salvaged in the Forgotten Ruins. I added personality and free will to this little guy. He wasn't sure of himself or what he is at first, but as you can see, he knows.” Pom-Pom lifted a forepaw to him.

The little plastic dragon hopped onto the forepaw. “Yep! Isn't that awesome!” He stood in a somewhat heroic pose.

Heighten looked over to the judges and back. “Oh, okay... That’s a new one.”

“Not new but not common. You are self-aware, aren't you?” Ruby asked the little dragon.

“Yep! Pom-Pom gave me the basics and let me know I am created from a very lame piece of wood.” He snorted, trying to cause a flame to come out. “Darn, no fire. Oh well.” He shrugged.

“An artificial golem that is self-aware is not so easy to do.” Shimmering Stone said, rubbing a hoof under her chin. “I gather this is a normal thing for kitsunes?”

Pom-Pom moved up to the table, putting the little dragon on it. Spyro walked around on it, looking up at each of them playfully. “It’s a common thing for us to create our own pets with transfiguration magic. This little guy will live as long as his creator.”

Spyro turned around, looking up at her. “Or as long my plastic body lasts.” He stuck out his tongue at her.

This got a set of laughter from the crowd. “Very cheeky little thing, aren't you?” Thunderknight leaned down to the little dragon. “I don't know if this against the rules, but may I keep this little guy? I don't want him to be returned back into a plank – he’s too likeable,” the old stallion asked.

Pom-Pom smiled. “Gladly. Just don't use that for your score. Be honest.” Pom-Pom returned to the stage, standing with Spike.

“Of course.” The stallion put Spyro on his head, the plastic dragon sitting proudly on top of the mane. “Now for our scores.”

“You have a straight 9.5 from all of the judges – well done! You’re on top with 28.5!” Heighten congratulated her. “Now for our final contestant! Trixie the Great and Powerful!”

Trixie stepped up with Mark, walking by Spike and Pom-Pom.

“Nicely done,” Mark said to Pom-Pom. “I know that little guy too.”

“You’ve got good taste in games,” she said back. “Good luck to both of you.”

Trixie smirked. “Trixie does not need luck. She’s got this in the bag!” she boasted.

# # #

“How about one your height, Prince Gale?”

Gale turned to see the changeling guard change forms into Spyro, equal in height to Gale, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Fire included.” He puffed out some flames grinning.

“EPIC!” Gale tackle-hugged him. “Let's play!” Gale flew up and tapped his muzzle. “Tag!” He flew off.

“Not for long!” The changeling shaped as Spyro chased after Gale, flying around above everyone.

Chrysalis facehoofed. “Oh boy...”

“I think it’s rather cute, and they’re having fun, so don't ruin it,” Celestia said, watching them fly around.

Gallus watched and looked over to Greystorm with a pleading look. “Uncle – could I?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

Gallus dropped the comic book to join the fun.

Octicovix nudged Greystorm. “Looks like the cub is warming up to you even more.”

“Yeah. I am happy and feel sort of strange at the same time, but in a good way.”

“I know, my husband. I know.” She patted his chest with a talon.

Glacier laughed. “So innocent. So pure.”

# # #

Trixie and Mark stepped up onto the stage. “Assistant plank on pedestal!” Mark did so and stepped back from it.

“What are you going to do?”

Trixie smiled. “I’ve always wanted to create this. I am going to create a clockwork griffon!”

“Wh-What!?”

# # #

Octicovix, Silvite, Glacier, Chrysalis, Starlight and Twilight instantly responded in shock, making the three flyers stop in mid-game of tag. “TRIXIE’S DOING WHAT?!”

# # #

Trixie summoned the flow of magic from her horn. She shifted onto her hind legs, moving the forelegs around in a complex motion for the magic to flow around them as she shifted her hind legs too. Many ponies leaned forward from their seats, watching with awe as the flow headed for the plank. “Shift and flow at the command of Trixie! Bring forth a clockwork griffon!”

Mark noticed the pendant glowing in reaction to her magic. “So it is an artefact. I am going to have to talk to her after this.” He turned to see the plank lifted by the flow and encased by it. The magic waves of flowing magic expanded and as it dropped to the ground as it was transfigured into a silver-plated clockwork griffon.

Its eyes seemed empty and nonresponsive. “Trixie commands you to step forward, turn around, and bow to the judges with wings opened!” The clockwork griffon stepped forward and turned around as commanded. It push its talons forward, shifting its chest toward the ground, lowering its head as cogs meshed and rotated to open its silver in dazzling display.

Ponies stomped and cheered at the sight of the silver mechanical griffon before their eyes. “Whoa, now that is impressive! Look at those cogs shifting; hear that ticking; that is a complex clockwork mechanical griffon! I’ve got to say that is really impressive!” Heighten walked around it, taking a good look at the parts.

The judges had to get up and come over to get a good look themselves.

“Stand and let them inspect you,” Trixie told her creation.

The clockwork griffon stood up on all paws and talons, allowing them to get a good look at it.

“Those wings and claws could be dangerous. I have to say that this is a very impressive form of flow transfiguration magic.” Ruby used her magic to lift some of the plating to get a good look at the inside. “Look at this, Shimmer, Thunderknight. See all those parts working in unison.”

Shimmering took a good look at vital parts. “That must be the heart, those the lungs, and those fluids flowing around tubes to keep those cogs turning. I have seen clockwork creations in my time but this is far more complex.”

Thunderknight turn to Trixie. “I gather you studied clockworks?”

“Yes. Trixie studied under her mentor. He showed her clocks and prints of such a thing that could be created via the flow of magic. Trixie hopes it impressive.”

“It certainly is. Thank you for your answer,” Thunderknight said. He opened a panel upon the head and saw the many small cogs spinning, the lamps for eyes feeding into the tiny cogs. “These small ones are the brain. As you can see, these little rapidly spinning cogs release electrical impulses like a neuron.”

The Spyro figure scratched his plastic head. “How does mine work? I am solid chunks of plastic held together in parts.”

“A mystery in itself, little one.” Thunderknight looking up at the plastic little dragon still sitting on top of his head.

The judges put the panels back on and sat at their table to discuss the griffon among themselves. They parted and showed their scores to Heighten.

Ruby said, “You’re half a point away from Pom-Pom.” Trixie was surprised by this. “I gather you’re wondering why? Well, we had to take points off. Firstly, it’s a full-grown griffon which means it’s bigger than our stipulated limits, and due to the wings, talons and beak, even if they seem harmless, they can be deadly, so we took some off for that, although making an exception to the rules for the level of creativity you put into it.” Ruby gave Trixie a warm smile. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen flow transfiguration magic at work like this. It was refreshingly well done.”

Trixie bowed. “The Great and Powerful Trixie thanks you for your words.” She then walked off stage with Mark.

Heighten addressed the audience. “Now we will take ten minutes before the four semi-finalists come up for the next transfiguration task of turning an apple into an orange while keeping the apple’s flavour intact.”

The crowd started discussing who they thought would win out of the four remaining contestants.

# # #

Celestia turned to Greystorm. “Are there checks for artefacts?”

“Yes, they do a thorough check on all the contestants. Why do you ask?” Greystorm replied.

Twilight silently thought about the clockwork silver griffon that was made by the transfiguration spell. “I saw her pendant glowing in reaction to her magic. That is why I am asking, Greystorm.”

“I saw that too. What is it if it isn't an artefact?” Starlight asked.

Sunflower giggled. “It’s a reaction stone, silly,” the large finch griffon informed them all. “Those things you can buy from the southern Equestrian city Macintosh Central. It’s one of their signature reasons the city even was built. It started off as a small settlement, then they found stones that glowed the same colour as your magic. So they turned them into pendants, torches, chandeliers and so forth. Don't you have that city at the Macintosh Hills?”

Twilight shook her head. “Not that I know of. It’s news to me.”

Sunflower shrugged. “Guess every reality has something different to the other.”

Celestia looked out to the stage. “That means Trixie Lulamoon has a real magical gift. It’s quite impressive to have a skill on that level. Win or lose, I bet my crown Ruby Swirl will talk to her about taking the young mare on as an apprentice.” Celestia warmly smiled.

“You make it sound as if she never had.” Chrysalis got the sense of what Celestia was saying had a meaning under the words.

“Indeed.”

Glacier crossed her forelegs. “It’s something that I didn't expect to see since that poor griffon back in the other Equestria was transfigured on a reality magical level into a clockwork griffon.”

“Really? I would be interested to hear about this, since we’ve got some time before the semis.”

Gale landed by his mum. “Ooh! I like to know!”

“Is it safe for him to know?” Twilight asked.

“I know Earth, my past life went bye-bye. I know dad saved me before I me!”

Grover chuckled rubbing his feathered head. “Gale’s right about that, so I say go ahead.”

Glacier picked up her cup of tea, drinking a little of it. “Now this happened on a reality where Equus was—”

# # #

“Trixie, that pendant is helping you amplify your magic,” Mark assumed as he walked after Trixie into her dresser room provided by the convention.

Trixie turned around, glaring at him. “Are you accusing Trixie of cheating?”

Mark shook his head. “I am not. I am saying that thing is just amplifying that flow magic you are already using. Let me guess – it helps you to focus on it?”

Trixie growled. “Assistant – Trixie does not like your tone!”

His horn glowed and they teleported to an empty corridor somewhere in the convention centre. “Trixie, you can do this without that pendant helping you. I can see that you are really gifted.”

“And who are you to know Trixie?!” she snarled poking him with a hoof.

“Because I know a Trixie of my own back where I come from.” His wings flared open. “I’m from another Equestria.”

Trixie gasped. “Y-you mean that stage fight was REAL?! There was REAL danger?!”

Mark placed a hoof on her side. “Yes. I didn't want to make myself known directly like this, but if I believe in Trixie where I come from, I definitely believe in you. That’s why I chose to be your assistant. And you have something my Trixie doesn't have – this flow magic.”

“Trixie demands proof.”

Mark used his magic to projector an image of his Trixie. “Proof enough?”

Trixie blinked. “Trixie… is an alicorn?”

“My wife earned her wings using her powerful illusion magic in the defence of Equestria. However, she doesn’t have transfiguration flow magic but you do. Why?”

Trixie smiled. “Trixie's mentor and teacher came to Trixie when Trixie was down on her luck. Her home was destroyed and she had been humiliated by an incident with an Ursa Minor in Ponyville. He came and promised to show what was special in Trixie all along. First thought was made, than came truth. He gave Trixie the pendant to help focus and it worked. Maybe Trixie became too reliant on it.” Trixie removed it from her cape.

Mark warmly smiled and teleported them back. “I believe you can do it without it.”

Trixie smiled back. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will! Now Trixie has got to do something first. Wait for Trixie.” She ran off out of the dresser room. Mark decided to follow and saw Trixie enter another room. He peered in through the crack of the door to see Zerica.

“Greetings, student of mine. No doubt, I gather you finally figured it out?” he said with a smile, seeing the performer now standing before him.

Trixie used her magic to pull the pendant off, placing it on his hoof. “Trixie no longer needs it, Trixie can do this without it.”

“As I had told you, and now you see true.” He put the pendant down on the table. “Now, my student, no time to rest, for now you face the final test.” He placed an apple down before her.

Trixie looked at it. “Isn't this the semi-finals test?”

“Indeed, but mine for you: cast the spell and let it flow. Show me that you are ready for your own path to grow.” Zerica gestured to it.

Trixie took a deep breath. “Trixie is ready.” She let the magic flow from her horn around the apple turning it into an orange. “Trixie did it?”

Zerica peered at the skin, taking a sniff of it. “It has an apple’s smell. Let’s test the taste as well.” He split the orange to pull a slice off to take a bite. “Juicy and squishes like an orange would, but tastes exactly like an apple should.” He gave her a piece to eat.

She ate it and gasped. “I did it! Trixie did it! No pendant to help! Assistant was right!”

“Indeed he was, but now we’re done. Your time to face Pom-Pom has come. For us, our paths must diverge from here. I’ve done all I can to make yours clear. Whatever happens next, although you won’t see, know that I shall always be so proud of thee.” Zerica gave her a hug, she returned it.

“You’re forfeiting?”

“That is correct, and the other has too. Just remember what I’m telling you. Pom-Pom is old and wise, even if it does not show. Do not fret if you lose, you’re young and have time to grow.” He smiled. “Now go out there, my student, and prepare for the show.”

Trixie bowed her head. “Trixie will make you proud! Trixie is going to give it all she’s got!” She galloped out of the room.

The zebra eyed the door. “Prince Mark Wells – come on in. I think we should talk.”

Mark hesitated before walking in and closing the door behind him. He watched the bulky zebra put some of the potions together to drink afterwards. “You’re Trixie’s mentor?”

The zebra suddenly shrunk a little and became a bit skinnier. He shook his body. “Yes, and it’s good to get out of that form. Being stuck in that thing for a month was awful, and that bloody rhyming all the time! But this was what the master wanted me to do, so I did.” He grinned at Mark. “I'm Zerra. I hope the name rings a bell, little pony.”

Mark's horn instantly lit up with sparks of lightning. “You’re the one that destroyed the Inverse Reality and kidnapped Nightingale! You work for Grogar!”

“Yes I do and I did.” He poured some tea into a cup and casually drunk a little of it. “Now here’s a question – why am I not afraid of that horn of yours?”

Mark noticed the vials were bubbling, some starting to vibrate. His horn dimmed. “Your potions – they are reacting to my magic. If I was to unleash a blast at you, I could take you out but the results could harm so many other lives here.”

“Correct. Good to see you’ve got a brain, Prince Mark Wells. For me, this all happened a month or so ago, but for you, meeting my master was only a few hours ago for a brief time.”

“You time-travelled. But—”

“But nothing seems to have changed? Well apart from one.” He took a sip of the tea.

Mark eyes widen. “Trixie! You—”

Zerra interrupted again. “I brought out something that was in her already. It took a month to do and a waste of a one-use time travel spell, but Master Grogar and I owed you big for taking care of Shal-Quz, so I did what I believe would fit as a reward to you – help Trixie who isn't your Trixie but still a Trixie.” Zerra chuckled lightly, drinking more of his tea before tossing over the pendant.

Mark caught it with his wing. “The artefact that helped her – why are you giving me this?”

“Oh you poor fool – that’s just a reaction stone. Go on – activate your horn.” Mark does seeing the pendant glow. Zerra continued. “It’s something that this world has that yours does not. Also, don't worry about my assistant. I paid her good and said it was an honour, blah, blah, blah. Now…” He put the cup down and pulled out a bottle from his bag. He tossed it behind him to shatter on the floor. The enchantment that was released formed a portal. “I’ve got one thing left that’s written in stone over there on the table. That’s why you’re not going to stop me from leaving.”

Mark walked over to the table where he saw an envelope. Opening it up, he found a photo. “It’s in Canterlot. That’s me talking to Princess Celestia. Chrysalis, Penumbra, Twilight and Starlight appear to be carrying comic-con gifts and preparing to leave through the mirror portal?” He turned back to the zebra who was stepping backwards into the portal as it started to close.

“Now that the path is set in stone, you don't want to change that path, do you? Now their fates rests in your horn. Turn it around – the photo was taken and printed on the same that it happened. Hahahahaha!” The portal closed up.

Mark slowly turned back to the photo. He turned it around to see the date it was printed on. He looked over to a calendar with a circle around a Saturday pointing an arrow to Monday. “Monday... That’s a few days from now. That bucking zebra! No wonder he’s so hated. Zerra cornered me in a box with one path to take, damn it!” He sighed.

“Assistant! Where are you? Trixie demands that you come here now! Trixie has an amazing plan for finals! Trixie wants your input!”

Mark put the photo away. He needed to test something. A small blast a lightning at a vial only got a bubbling reaction from the others. “He played me even on that. Damn, he’s good.” Mark heard Trixie scream out again, his ears pulled back from the noise. “Coming!” Mark hastened out of the room.

# # #

Heighten stepped up onto stage with the spotlight on him. “We’re back after the short break and there has been a development in the last ten minutes. “We’re moving straight to the finals between Pom-Pom and Trixie Lulamoon, because the other two contestants have pulled out and forfeited.”

# # #

Gale was looking forward to this one. “Finals changing Spike into another creature?”

“I’ve got to see this.” Smolder chuckled.

Chrysalis was curious too. “I am going to bet ten bits that Spike will be turned into a griffon and my husband into a dragon.”

“That’s a bold bet. I'll take you on.” Glacier pulled out a ten bit coin placing it down on the table.

# # #

Pom-Pom and Trixie stepped up on stage with their assistants. “Now, since there are only you two left, you will cast your spells on your assistants at the same time to turn them into the creatures that you have written down and present to the judges.” He gave them both a piece of paper each with a quill.

“Trixie’s got this.” She wrote down the creature she was aiming for.

“Best of luck, young one.” Pom-Pom raised her paw to Trixie. The unicorn wrapped her foreleg around it and they shook, getting a cheer from the crowds. Pom-Pom wrote hers down and they both gave the paper to Heighten.

The presenter passed the two pieces to the judges. They took a look at them and nodded to him. “Now – assistants take your places!”

Spike and Mark walked up to the circles drawn on the stage. They turned to face the two casters. “Good luck, Spike.”

“Same to you!” Spike replied with a nod from both of them.

Pom-Pom's blue magical flame lights up and engulfed Spike with a magical aura around him. Trixie did a little performance as the magic flowed out of her horn toward Mark, surrounding him. The crowds and those at the VIP lounge watched intently as the magic started to change their forms. Unicorn mages stood at the ready to cancel the spells and reverse them.

Spike could feel the changes wash over him. It was painless but odd as his muzzle turned into a creamy green beak. His hand claws turned into longer claws of talons matching the creamy green colour. He saw purple fur replace his scales halfway up the arm that turned into a foreleg. His clawed feet turned into paws, the heels raised off the ground. His legs shifted and changed into digitigrade configuration.

Spike wobbled and fell forwards, landing on his talons. Purple feathered wings emerged from his back, flexing and flapping a few times. His thick tail thinned out to a green fur brush at the end. The green finlike ears turned into pointy purple-furred thick ears with green tips, his spines turned into large feathers in a Mohawk fashion on top of his head. He blinked his green eyes as they slightly changed too.

Mark felt his form change within the field of flowing magic around him. His wings grew in size along with his body. He found himself able to stand on his two hind legs while his forehooves turned into furry hand-paws with three claw-tipped fingers and thumb. His hind hooves turning into three-toed paws, the tail grew out into a muscled solid form with spines sticking out of the green fur to a spade shaped tip. His muzzle narrowed and pushed out a bit more with the flat teeth reforming into sharp ones.

Mark felt his mane shift into spines on top of his head, and ears pointed out a bit more. His eyes slightly shifted but kept their colour although his pupils changed to slits. Mark flexed his arms, feeling the muscles shift and form under the layer of thin fur. Then the magic around him burst away.

# # #

Glacier said, “I guess you were three-quarters right. Spike’s a griffon but Prince Mark… errr... Is he some sort of feathered winged furry dragon?” she asked with confusion in her words.

Chrysalis couldn't take her eyes off that new form. “It is, and it looks both soft and powerful. My husband feels very satisfied with what he has become. Look at him pose and test it out.”

“So... I pay you seven and half bits?”

Chrysalis shook her head. “No. neither of us won or lost. It’s a tie.”

Gabby giggled. “He looks so soft and cuddly! I bet his hugs will be soft and warm!”

“Gabs, I bet my pillows on it,” Rocky agreed.

Twilight stared at Spike with amazement. “That griffon form is amazing, I bet Spike is enjoying the feel of having wings at the moment, a preview of what’s to come.”

“Feathers and differently shaped to dragon wings, pony.” Smolder rolled her eyes. “Those feather dusters won't give him any dragon-like experience, and that green fuzzy dragon is the weirdest dragon I’ve ever seen.”

Gabby shrugged. “I bet they both will be super fuzzy and warm to hug!”

Gale liked what he had seen. The form changes they had watched were something to behold. The teen wondered which of them would give good hugs now. “That fun to watch! They change and they liking it. Who you think win?”

“Not a clue, cub. It could go either way now. This will be too close to call,” Gilda said, wondering herself which one would win this contest.

Starlight was curious about the magic they used. “I’ve got to say watching this contest opened my eyes to many possibilities.”

# # #

Ruby, Shimmer and Thunderknight talked among each other about the two finalist spells and their assistants’ transfigured forms. Spike tested out his wings, flapping them a few times to get some air under the feathers. “Beak with teeth – so weird. These paws and talons, even the wings, I can feel them all and yet I can…” He blew out some green flame. “Cool! I can use my flame still.”

Mark flexed his paw hand, letting the alicorn magic flow around to shimmer around it. “Still got my magic too, and I like the form and this fur. I never thought being some sort of feathered dragon could be so cool! I bet Sally is loving the new look.” He looked up and over to the VIP window at the disguised changeling, giving her a wink.

Spike looked up at it and saw Twilight. “Is that Twilight? But why does she have wings?”

Mark leaned over. “She’s not your Twilight, yo—”

“You’re really an alicorn aren't you? And Twilight is from your reality?” Spike whispered, getting a surprised smile from Mark who saw how much this little drake turned temporary griffon understood. “I know about different realities. Princess Celestia kept us informed. Also, we watched the Inverse Reality collapse before our eyes.”

Spike looked over to Gale who was waving a talon at him. Spike gave a wave back before turning back to Mark. “I am like a big brother to Gale. He really looks up to me. It's kinda weird...” Spike fiddled with his talons. “So... does your Twilight have a Spike too?”

“Yeah, he’s a good dragon just like you. Silvite got to know him and, from what I’ve learned, even from your short interaction, she knows you do good for Prince Gale and sees something special in you.” Mark placed his paw hand on Spike's side.

Spike smiled. “Glad you, Princess Celestia, and Alpha kicked that rabbit’s butt. That was awesome!”

“It sure was,” Mark chuckled.





Chrysalis curiously glanced over to the silver dragon. “Silvite, how powerful are your sister’s transfiguration magical abilities?”

Silvite did a spin, gesturing to herself. “She managed to downsize a titan-class dragon, which took four hundred years to do, I might add.” Silvite was curious about the question now. “Why do you ask?”

“Could we talk in private? There’s something of interest that I wish to discuss.” Chrysalis beckoned Silvite to follow her to the doors.

Silvite followed. “Well, this is going to be interesting to hear.”

Shining Armor and the changeling guard opened the doors, and then they closed them up behind the two as they walked onto the stair well.

Smolder curiously stared at the doors. “I wonder what they’re going to talk about?”

“Maybe it has to do with that strange furry dragon form the pony was turned into?” Garble guessed.

Smolder rubbed the underside of her muzzle also guessing that might be the case.

As time ticked by, Pom-Pom and Trixie sat waiting with their assistants. Heighten walked up and said, “Well, it seems it’s taking a bit longer for the judges to declare a winner than usual. You two really did amazingly well.” He then addressed the assistants. “How does it feel being in those different forms?”

Mark flexed his hand-paw fingers, closing and opening them. “Curiously strange having soft paw-like dragon-like hands. The feathered wings I like, and I still have my magic.” He showed the announcer the magical aura around the paw hand. “I like this form – it’s kinda neat.”

“I’ve still got my fire breath,” Spike said. “Walking on all fours took some getting used to at first, but strangely, I got the hang of the balance and wings fast. Also, it’s weird having a beak. I can feel its toughness as well as the flexibility when I smile.” The dragon turn griffon smiled. “Also, I get to be the first purple furred and feathered griffon with a hint of green.” He showed off his wingspan with the purple shine from the lighting.

“That’s good to hear that you two are enjoying the experience.” He turned to Pom-Pom and Trixie. “As the finalists, how did you two find the contest? How was the experience in front of all these creatures, and even Princesses Celestia and Nightingale, plus Prince Gale?”

Pom-Pom kept a very calm and collected disposition as she gave her answer. “As a fellow leader, I know how to handle myself in front of large crowds. As for my experience so far – I've enjoyed every moment of it and I’ve been glad to compete today. Trixie has proven that even for those who have lived many lifetimes already, it isn't as smooth sailing as it could be. She really kept me on my toes.” Pom-Pom looked over to Trixie with a smile. “It’s been very refreshing.”

Trixie went with a performer’s way of speaking in response to the question after Pom-Pom. “The Great and Powerful Trixie enjoyed the cheering of the crowds. Performing with a form of magic she was shown to have all along, learning to let it flow, and this contest against those, especially Pom-Pom the Kitsune, showed that even Trixie could enjoy it.” Trixie looked over to Pom-Pom now returning the smile. “Trixie's spirit of entertaining has been revitalized! All thanks to the challenge presented by Pom-Pom, and also the assistant who cosplayed as Mark Wells the Alicorn of Justice who gave a helpful hoof. And so, Trixie the Great and Generous awards her assistant the clockwork griffon Trixie created!”

Mark turned to her in shock upon hearing that. “Wh-what?”

“Do not look star-struck, assistant. This is your award – be proud!” Trixie pointed a hoof to the clockwork silver griffon standing just off-stage.

Mark looked over at it. “What am I supposed to do with an animated cog-ticking mechanical griffon?”

Trixie shrugged. “How is Trixie to know? It is yours to do with as you please.”

Mark just stared at her speechless. She had given him what was once a plank, now a silver metal-shelled griffon with the sound of the ticking and cogs clanking.

“Well, it sure is a heck of a gift, and there are no rules saying you can't give away a transfigured item,” Heighten said before he noticed that the judges had finally stopped talking to each other. “It seem the judges have made their minds up. Let's see which of these amazing contestants have won this year’s transfiguration contest!”

Shimmer Stone spoke first among the judges. “We’ve never had a transfiguration contest this close to call before. You both have shown outstanding levels of control over the specialities of your forms of transfiguration magic, from flow to flame. More than any other contestant, you two brought an element of fun to the magic you used. As you can tell, everyone wants you both to win. Sadly, there can only be one final winner, but on an entertainment level, you both are.”

The crowds cheered and applauded them both.

Thunderknight spoke next. “I became a Royal Guard to use my specialities to deal with any threat. I used transfiguration to change my form into something that would bring safety to all I care about and fulfil my duty to Princess Celestia. I've seen a level of fun that I have missed for a long time. You two are outstanding and should be very proud of yourselves. Now, I know a little about kitsunes – is it true your kind have natural magical abilities to shapeshift?”

Pom-Pom glowed as she did a backflip spin to change into a yellow and white unicorn with a spiky pony tail that looked like twelve tails, each with a different shade of colour matching the flames. “Indeed, our kind do. But transfiguration magic on this level of transformation upon others and objects only comes with training and experience. I’ve had roughly 720 years of it.”

Thunderknight smiled. “It shows from your calm and collected form when casting your transfiguration spell at each round. And yet, the results are so close that only half a point separate you two. It’s impressive someone around seven centuries younger could win or lose this by such a small margin.”

“Indeed, Trixie showed that even age and experience doesn't guarantee an easy win, and I like it,” Pom-Pom responded, doing another spin back-jump to revert to her true form.

Ruby Swirl was next to speak. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen anyone that showed that level of control of flow magic, Trixie Lunamoon. From the start, you have impressed me under pressure. You completed each task in a very graceful and entertaining level, using your body with the flow, commanding it to transfigure your target as you willed.”

Trixie bowed. “Trixie thanks you for the praise.”

Ruby continued. “Pom-Pom – the magical flame that formed around the objects and your assistant showed a very unique form of magic that is most likely part of your kind. Since this is the first time I’ve met a kitsune, your magic was a refreshing sight to see. As you know, I do not have the same level of magic stamina as my fellow judges have, yet I showed you I do not need it. Why am I talking about it? Because I get a sense your magical abilities come from each of those flames that dance over each tail. Those are your source of magic, aren’t they?”

“That is correct, Miss Swirl. We kitsunes magical ability comes from the flame and the control from our connections from each of them over our tails. It looks mystic, even spiritual. This is how it is and always will be our form of magic.”

Ruby nodded. “Thank you for sharing that with us. It shows that even those that are not ponies have unique traits of magic. It broadens our horizons.” She looked at each of the judges, and they nodded to her in silent agreement. “Now, it is time to declare our winner for the Sixth Manehatten Comic Con Transfiguration Magical Contest!”

The spotlights shone over Pom-Pom and Trixie as the other lights dimmed down. They now waited for the results to be announced as a drumming sound came from the background. The audience members leaned forward in anticipation.

“This winner is…” Ruby raised her hoof up above her head and dropped it down, pointing to... “Pom-Pom!”

The spotlight landed on Pom-Pom who looked around to see everyone cheering her victory. Mark, too, was clapping his paw hands together. Spike joined Pom-Pom, excited and happy to see her win, both waving to the crowd with confetti falling down over them.

Trixie stepped back to stand beside Mark.

“Is that a smile of putting on a show, or you are happy with yourself?” Mark asked as he continued to clap.

Trixie didn't look over at him. “You know my answer, Prince Mark Wells.”

“That I do.” Mark and Trixie smiled as they looked on at the winner and her assistant being praised by all in front.

Heighten presented Pom-Pom with a trophy upon which the judges had inscribed her name, plus a bag of cash. “Well done, Pom-Pom the kitsune! Here’s your official first-place trophy and the grand prize of one thousand bits! A well-earned reward for the entertainment you have given us. Also, you and your assistant’s photo will be taken to be placed in the Hall of Fame here in Manehatten Comic-Con. Congratulations once again!”

When the crowd finished applauding, the M.C. turned to Trixie. “The runner-up normally receives a prize of five hundred bits and an achievement medal. However, on this occasion, a special bonus has been added.” He nodded to the unicorns to pull the curtains back to show a stage-wagon.

Trixie gasped at the sight of it. “Wh-what?!”

“We heard that your stage-wagon and home was destroyed by an Ursa Minor, so this was brought in as a surprise by your mentor and teacher. Win or lose, you get this as a gift to move on with your life and to perform to many more!”

Trixie’s eyes were watering upon seeing it. Mark knew it was from Zerra but he felt his heartstrings pulled seeing how overwhelming happy Trixie was at seeing her new home. “Trixie was not expecting this! Trixie is soooo surprised!”

“Then let’s add to that surprise.” They looked over to see Ruby stepping up onto the stage. “I wish to help you refine your technique, teach you the traits to bring a full entertaining show with Flow Transfiguration.”

Trixie looked over to Mark who nodded and said, “I say go for it.”

“Okay!” Trixie turned back to Ruby and hugged the old mare. “Thank you! Trixie will make you proud! Trixie will not ruin this moment!”

“I know you won't.” She hugged her back. The crowd continued to cheer loudly as the other judges joined them and began to talk to them about it.

A short time later, Mark and Spike were back to their true forms. They parted ways with Trixie who left with Ruby Swirl to start her new future in performance. They were met by everyone else outside the doors to the VIP lounge. “Hey, everyone! I hope you enjoyed the contest!” Mark said holding a plank of wood with his magic.

“We did! It was fun and very educational,” Twilight said with glee. “When we get home, I am going to study transfiguration and discover anything that hasn't been discovered yet! The endless possibilities of it!”

Spike laughed. “You’re definitely a Twilight.”

She looked down at him slightly. “You know?”

“Yeah, the wings were a big giveaway, but I’ve also seen my fair share of weird things since I got to be Gale's big brother.” Spike got a hug from Gale. “Bet you wanted to hug me when I was a griffon still?”

“Yes! Purple griffon with creamy green beak and talons, green feather tips and tail brush look cool! I did!” Gale released the hug.

Pom-Pom joined them with a mischievous smile on her face. “Then your wish is my command.” She tapped Spike on the head with a paw and he changed forms.

Gale squawked in happiness and hugged Spike again. “Yay! I hug griffon Spike!”

Spike squawked in gasps for air. “Too tight! Can't breathe!”

Gale softened the hug. “Sorry.”

“It’s cool.” Spike laughed and hugged back.

After the hug, Pom-Pom turned Spike back to normal. “Now that was a lot of fun. I noticed everyone is here apart from Silvite and that mare.” She looked around.

Penumbra answered that mystery. “Queen Chrysalis and Silvite went off to get a cup of tea and talk about something to do with you Pom-Pom.”

Pom-Pom looked over to the bat pony. “Do they now? Hmm... Now that’s got my interest.”

Penumbra’s expression turned stern as she walked up to Mark. “Prince Mark Wells! What the buck were you thinking going out like that?! You could have been revealed to the con-goers as the real deal!”

Mark rubbed the back of his neck with a hoof. “Yeah, I didn't really think of that and I may have revealed I was the real deal to Trixie when I believed she may have been using an artefact to cast her spells. However it was only a stone that reacted to magic that was helping her focus.”

Penumbra groaned and shook her head. “And that piece of wood?”

“It was the clockwork griffon. I found out that the flow form of transfiguration magic on animated and form-changing only lasts for about half an hour until the spell wears off,” Mark said looking at the plank. “I know it doesn't look like much, but it was my award from The Great and Powerful Trixie, so I’m keeping it as a memento.”

Penumbra was quietly thankful that the spell only lasted for a short time so the tick-tocking silver clockwork griffon wouldn’t be around.

Starlight was curious about it. “After Chrysalis and Silvite are done talking, I would like to know what they’re up to, but we do need to return home, Prince Mark.”

Sunflower and Gale looked at each other. “Erm... Yeah about that...” Sunflower began.

Mark already knew where the mirror was if the photo was anything to go by. “It's in Canterlot, isn't it?”

The two griffons looked very surprised by him knowing. So did everyone apart from Celestia and Alpha. “How you know that?” Gale asked.

Mark lean down to Gale. “I would have done the same thing in your place, Prince Gale. You’re the one that gave the order to have it moved to a safe place, weren’t you?” The teen merely nodded. “It’s a massive inconvenience on our part, but we did leave it unsecured after-all. We were so focused on dealing with Shal-Quz, none of us thought about the mirror being left unguarded.”

Twilight groaned, rubbing a hoof over her forehead just below the horn. “That was really stupid of us.”

Mark still leaning down next to Gale, glanced over to Twilight. “It’s alright. We had a young prince come to our rescue on that, and I gather your mum gave you lessons on making sure something like a magical artefact that could be dangerous was to be put somewhere safe?”

Gale nod. “Yes, mum did. Me and Maple went through it after Octicovix spoke of it. We talked to adult Smolder. She suggested too to keep it safe!”

“You did good, Prince Gale.” Mark rose up, looking up at Sunflower. “I gather Maple gave you the details to make it easier to tell for Prince Gale's lack of communication skills.”

Sunflower grinned. She pulled out a few sheets of paper from her bag, giving them to Mark. “Sure did, Prince Mark. Nanner Maple pulled a few strings with the owner of the Sky High Hotel which is connected to this convention centre via the hotel sky-bridge over there.” She indicated the walkway in view. “Prince Gale had the mirror shipped back via the airship that transported Shal-Quz to Flaputa-on-Sea. HMS Victory will take a detour back to Canterlot to drop the mirror off to Princess Luna who will be waiting for its arrival. It will be placed nearby the Canterlot Castle docking bay for easy access on Monday when the ship will return to pick all of you up to fly back to Canterlot.”

Mark realised that with the information Sunflower gave, everything seemed to line up as predicted by the zebra Zerra's photo. “I gather the strings pulled for the hotel are hotel rooms for me, Twilight, Starlight, Chrysalis and the changelings we brought over to help against Shal-Quz?”

“Correct, dude. The penthouse level suites to be exact, so only a few doors down from mine,” Sunflower answered. “Also, Nanner Maple said she got a message from a Princess Trixie. It said, ‘Relax and enjoy the comic con, Dowser, and bring back something unique and special for your loving wife. Depending on how good it is will be your punishment for failing to tell Trixie about the emergency before going off-world.’ Or something like that. You’re in for it when you get home, dude!”

Mark swallowed hard. “Heh! I knew I forgot to do something.”

Gale gasped. “Ooh, I forgot. I got photo with her! She found me cute and adorable!” Gale pulled out the photo of him with Trixie and adult Smolder.

“So that’s what I look like when I get older? Huh! Not a bad look.” Smolder looked over Gale's shoulder. “What ya think Gar-Gar?”

Garble groaned. “Seriously, Smolder?” She just gave him a smug expression. He sighed and had a look. “Hmm... Your counterpart looks strong and happy.”

“She does. I don't want to know what it her experiences were. I prefer not to know. My life is my own and I don't want to be overshadowed by some destiny.” Smolder did a few air quotes with her claws.

Anubis and Leela approached with Silvite and Chrysalis. “I gather you got the news, husband?”

“About us being stuck here till Monday, having some R and R?”

Anubis chuckled. “I guess news does travel at warp speed.” He turned to Smolder and Garble. “I got your awards.” He tapped his staff causing boxes to appear before them, each holding the wrapped up gifts. “Also, I’ve got to get you two home before your mum drags me into the lava with my clothing on.”

Smolder opened the box to see her award. “Dad, you seriously got me this!?”

“I cou—”

“Don't! I like it dad!” She closed the lid before anyone could see what she got.

Garble did the same. “Dad, you’re awesome!”

“I know I am. See you two at home on Monday.”

“See you, Dad!” Smolder gave him a hug and so did Garble. They smiled at their father, and he returned them. Smolder turned to Gale. “You’re pretty alright for a griffon, and you too, Bluebird. Maybe someday I'll be soft enough to go along with sappy friend stuff. Till then, see ya around.”

“Same.” Gallus waved and so did Gale. The staff banged on the ground and a whirl of magic surrounded the dragons from the ground. It covered them up and burst apart to show no signs of them.

Penumbra remembered something about his spell. “I gather that was your temporal teleportation spell?”

“Correct. I sent them back to the moment they left, so their mother doesn't notice,” Anubis answered. “Now I managed to book us all a nice table at the Sky High Restaurant and one for you Sunflower.”

Sunflower gave a fist-pump in response. “Yes!”

Celestia checked the time. “Oh buck! The sun! I forgot to lower the sun! It should have been lowered five minutes ago!” She teleported away from everyone.

They all looked up at the curved glass ceiling to see the sun rapidly set and the moon start to rise. “Guess even on vacation, a princess's duty is never done,” Leela said.

“Nope, never,” Mark chuckled. “And when I get home, I’ve got a stack of paperwork to catch up on!”

Celestia appeared before them. “That was close. I’m glad Luna was patient.”

“I’m sure she was fine,” Mark said.

“Well, I hope she and Cadance are managing things alright,” Celestia said with some minor concern.

Mark shook his head, seeing the worry from the griffon princess. “Celestia, have they or even your Twilight contacted you via Spike's fire breath?” Celestia shook her head. “Then no, so don't worry about it and enjoy the rest of the weekend with your family.”

Celestia’s eyes drifted to Grover, Nightingale, and Gale. “Yes, you are correct. I should.”

Leela floated up on her book and spoke to Rocky. “You seem very quiet – it’s not like you.”

“Leelee, I am taking it all in. This is the first day of many to explore a world beyond the box. No words needed to say how cool that is, right?” Rocky said with hand-paws behind his head as he stood in front of the little bird.

Leela smiled. “So true.”

Gabby giggled. “Now let's go get some grub!” She pointed to the sky-bridge path to the hotel. “Onward and upward!”

They all cheered, “Onward and upward!”

Chrysalis stopped the changeling in Spyro form. “Drone – I want you to keep helping Prince Gale. Remain with him whenever possible. I am curious to learn how this pure magic emotion affects us.”

The Spyro-form changeling looked at the disguised queen with some concern. “My queen I am willing to serve for the greater good of the hive, and I feel great and overwhelming joy with this emotional magic in me. But what if it has unwanted effects on me from prolonged exposure? What if I start to think of myself as really this 'Spyro' character I am in the form of?”

“There are always dangers in exploring the unknown. As long as the effects seem positive, I wish for you to continue. I will keep a close watch on your condition and so will your fellow brothers and sisters. If anything goes wrong, we will be there for you. What you are doing is for the betterment of the hive, and perhaps even for Equestria,” Chrysalis reassured the changeling.

He looked over to Gale. The changeling did enjoy being with the young prince and helping him, despite his misgivings. “I'll do it, my queen, but please don't let me go down that rabbit hole.”

“You have my word as your queen. Keep up the good work and I look forward to hearing all about your interactions with the prince.” Chrysalis then walked over to join Pom-Pom with Silvite.

Gale came over to the changeling. “You okay?”

“Yeah I am.”

“You no look it. You look worried. If you no want to stay Spyro, you no need to. You made me happy, had fun, you had fun too, no want you hurt,” Gale said sincerely to the changeling.

The Spyro-form changeling smiled warmly. “Thank you, Prince Gale, I kinda like this form. It’s fun and the con-goers seem to really like it too. Also, now can I do this awesome hero pose.” He did it with a grin, getting Gale to laugh. Despite his concerns, the changeling loved it when he made the young griffon happy.

Silvite pulled a tail getting Pom-Pom's attention. “Hey, Pommy! I and Chrysalis got an idea in mind. Care to hear us out?”

Pom-Pom looked at each of them as they walked. “The way you two are looking at me, I’m very curious. Lay it on me, Silvey.” They started talking quietly among each other.

Mark watched them talk and shared a smile from each of them. They laughed and continued to talk. “Why do I get the feeling it’s about me?”

Penumbra shook her head. “It’s always about you. What’s new?”

Mark didn't really have a response to that as they all head out of the convention centre via the sky-bridge.

Throughout the evening, they dined and talked about differences in their worlds. Mark got to know more about how Celestia became a mother to Gale and saw the deep motherly love she had for the teenage griffon. Chrysalis, Silvite, and Pom-Pom sat close to each other, talking about an idea that came to the queen – a plan to put forward for a certain prince. Starlight, Twilight, Octicovix, and Shining Armor discussed all the aspects of the contest. Gale happily enjoyed the dinner, seeing everyone was enjoying their evening too. It felt like a huge family to Gale.

The next day, Sunflower made sure to get a massive group photo of herself and everyone together. The changelings were given cameras to take photos of their Sunday activities. Many photos showed Mark and Chrysalis at stalls and panels, even playing games and having a good time. Few realised how unusually relaxed the changeling queen was. One pic was of Gale being chased by Gilda after getting pie in her face from a pie-eating contest. Grover, Celestia and Nightingale laughing as Gale threw pies at him, Gallus with a talon over his face shaking it. Other photos showed them together with Anubis and Leela, holding a comic book each of issue two signed by the death dragon.

Sunflower's photos of the hotel room showed her room, the furniture, and everything else. She had Gale with her to compare the size to him and those objects. In one, he was laughing as he held up a giant grape. Gabby and Spike were snapped eating carrot dogs, They posed in another photo in front of the Alicorn of Justice statue, Mark looking up at the fictional version of him with them with a strange expression on his face. Another had Sunflower giving Mark a Sunflower Surprise hug while Chrysalis, Starlight, Twilight and everyone in the photo pointed and laughed at Mark's defeat by hugs. A few photos had Gale with the Spyro changeling posing with other con-goers, Gallus in some with the griffons, and plus two dragons in some others. A slightly shocked Chrysalis being hugged by Spyro got laughter from Mark and the others as she tried to not reveal her true form and knock sense into this sugar-rushed changeling.

Twilight and Starlight managed to get to talk to some of the judges that stayed for the convention, getting a few pointers about the transfiguration magic.

All too soon, it was Monday and the HMS Victory landed at the Canterlot Castle docking bay. Mark stepped off just behind the others alongside Celestia. They watched Gale happily bouncing around, talking with Gilda about the week they had.

“I never thought I’d say this, Princess Celestia, but I’m kinda glad in some weird way that Shal-Quz did attack.” Mark looked through the photos in his magical grip, floating beside him along with the gifts for friends and family as well some for himself on the other side.

Celestia glancing at the photos as they walked, the guards saluting as they passed. “Indeed, that is true when looking at the outcome we had. It’s been a very good one and many positives outweighing some of the negatives.” Celestia’s eyes followed Gale, bursting with joy. “It could have so easily gone the other way. I’m just glad it didn't.” Celestia smiled softly. “It has been interesting to get to know you and the others.”

“I understand what you mean – it could have gone so horribly wrong in many ways.” Mark put the photos away among the gifts. “Princess Celestia, with the mirror being stable, we can find time in the future to talk about more meaningful things that will benefit both of us.”

“I know. It is going to be interesting having contact with another Equestria, having a friend and fellow ruler from another universe.” Celestia looked down at him. “These have been interesting days for sure, but for now, we will keep our interaction to more formal settings.”

Mark nodded in understanding. “I get you. Everything that happened was because of Shal-Quz’s threat. It will take time for us to form bridges that could create a beneficial understanding between our two nations.”

Celestia looked over to Grover and Nightingale talking to each other just ahead as they walked towards the mirror portal room, the Lunar Guards in front leading the way under orders from Princess Luna. “Grover will be coming in and out since the mirror is located in Fort Grimfeather, so we will have that connection at least.”

“That’s very true.”

Chrysalis walked with Silvite and Pom-Pom just behind them, with the changelings carrying a few goods from the convention that the queen picked up. “I managed to pull it off without your husband noticing, Queen Chrysalis. It took some work, but I believe this will give you what you want.” Pom-Pom pulled out of her side bag a green crystal statue of Mark's furry dragon form.

Chrysalis took it with her magic. “You are certain this will allow my husband to take on that form?”

Pom-Pom answered, “It will. All he has to do is place a hoof or paw on it, whichever form he’s in, and think of dragon or pony. It will activate the transfiguration sequence and allow him to change from alicorn to furry dragon and back again at will. While there’s no time limit on how long he can stay in that dragon form, limit it to one change back and forth each day. It could become unstable otherwise. Also, no one can use it other than him or those identical to his magical signature.”

Silvite had her arms crossed as they walked. “Pom-Pom knows her stuff and how seriously not to mess around with this kind of magic. Best to keep in mind what she said, Chrysalis.”

Chrysalis put the statue among the gifts for Mark. “I plan to, and thank you for doing this for me.”

Pom-Pom slyly smirked. “We shapeshifters need to stick together, do we not?”

“Indeed we do, Alpha Pom-Pom,” Chrysalis slyly smiled back, both laughing a little.

Pom-Pom noticed one of the changelings looking somewhat unsettled among the drones not carrying anything. “Talking about shapeshifters, it seems the drone that stuck with Gale looks different now. He kept the purple colour of the eyes, a beak, talons and paws, he has head feathers shaped in a Mohawk fashion, gold in colour, and his tail brush and insect wings are a matching gold colour to the dragon.”

Chrysalis nodded. “I had noticed that. I have been observing the effects Gale has had on my drone.”

Silvite saw the glances the changeling gave to Gale – ones of uncertainty and confliction. “Go talk to him, your highness. I believe this may have some bearing on Prince Gale too.”  

Chrysalis took their advice, already certain of what had clearly happened to the drone. “I'll do that.” She looked over to the other changelings. “All drones go ahead with Alpha Pom-Pom and Lord of Dragons Silvite.” They did so but Chrysalis raised a hoof and pointed to purple-eyed one. “Except you I wish to speak to you directly.”

The others went ahead he felt a bit startled, but he knew this was coming. “Y-yes, my queen?”

“You have bonded with Prince Gale, haven't you?”

“I-I wish to honour the bond of brotherhood and trust that Prince Gale bestowed upon me... ” He answered with a shaky voice, feeling very nervous answering the queen’s question.

Chrysalis frowned. “Explain!”

The changeling took a second to collect his thoughts. “H-he gave me his plush, and when I gave it back he said that the trust between us is absolute and the time we spent together he enjoyed, so much so he would only call me Spyro even in my new form. And he said as well that I’m his honorary brother and hope to see me again... someday.” He explained to Chrysalis. “My queen... I knew what you wanted me to do, but in a few short days, I earned his trust and called me a br-brother... I never thought something like this could happen! A brotherly bond from the young prince! It has a sense of feeling inside that I’ve never felt before and I don't know what to do, or even understand it.”

Chrysalis's gaze turned to Gale talking to Gilda, Gabby now with them and sharing a laugh. “That cub is really something.” She turned her sights back on the changeling. “It seems that I underestimated what could happen. The bond was a remote possibility despite you not being a Companion Class drone, but for Prince Gale to make you his honorary brother is something I wasn't counting on either. I have heard the story of how he made the Discord of this world his honorary uncle, but now I can safely say it wasn't a tall tale but true. What an incredibly pure soul of a griffon.”

“Wh-what should I do, my queen? I don't know what to do. I have had no preparation for this.”

“Your duty to the hive has now changed. You will be my eyes and ears in this universe. All I require of you will be reports on the status quo which would not appear in official channels.”

The drone blinked. “I would have to stay here on a permanent basis.”

Chrysalis snorted. “Of course! You are now bonded to the young prince, are you not, my dr—” She grinned. “Spyro.”

He blinked. “What?”

“That is what he calls you by, is it not?”

“Yes bu—”

“Then, to honour this unique brotherhood, that shall be your name from this day forth.”

“Ye-yes, my queen.” He bowed his head in respect to her discussion.

Chrysalis noticed the large doors ahead with a few uniquely armoured guards at the door. Something felt very hollow about them and she realised what they were. “Now it seems we’ve arrived at the Mirror Portal room. I will inform Prince Gale that you will be staying behind to stay with him. He’s very much unaware what has happened to you – he just knows that he does not want you to go. He does not know that the bond works both ways and his actions have made you his permanent companion. Go join him now.”

Spyro bowed and joyfully obeyed.

Chrysalis quickly walked up to Celestia and Mark. “Husband, the changeling that has been with Gale has—”

“Bonded,” Mark interjected. “Yes, I noticed his unique appearance.”

Celestia looked at each of them. “Bonded? Care to explain what has happened.”

Chrysalis closed her eyes, taking a short moment to collect her thoughts to explain it to Celestia. “Princess Celestia, some changelings are what we call Companion-Class. They will bond with those that they feel a deep connection to. In doing so, their form may change to ideally suit the needs of both the changeling and the one they bond to. Spyro, as he is called now, has become that by the purity of your son. The trust Gale gave to him and making the changeling an honorary brother created the bond between them. Spyro will be staying here.”

Celestia was very confused and lost. “Are you telling me that this changeling wasn't that kind of class, but because of what my son did without even realising it, he created this Companion-Class bond? Does that mean the term brother is even truer despite it not being by blood?”

“Correct, Princess Celestia.”

Celestia tried to comprehend this. “Queen Chrysalis, I am still somewhat confused by all this, but I think I understand a little why that the changeling now named Spyro is staying. As we have no such thing in my world, could you tell me the implications of this?”

“They are as deep and strong as you might imagine. Some call these bonded pairs soul-mates because they are now inextricably entwined. For the remainder of their lives, each will always consider the needs and desires of their bond partner as much as their own because they are virtually extensions of each other. And while they can be apart for a long time, they will both get more and more miserable without the other’s presence. Not that either will want to be apart, but you cannot forcibly separate them for extended periods without negative psychological problems.”

“This is sounding more and more like a disaster,” Celestia said with a troubled expression.

“Far from it. While I stressed the drawbacks, the benefits far outweigh them. The non-changeling partner always determines the type of bond that forms. While some are best friends, others could be true mates with sexual relationships. However, judging by how your son seeks to create many honorary relatives, Gale must have a deep desire for a large family and, in particular, a big brother. Spyro has now assumed that brotherly role in all but blood. The young prince will always have him by his side whenever he needs Spyro, and the changeling will find fulfilment in being his closest friend, mentor, and protector. Both are the greater for it. As an added benefit, Spyro is a fully trained Royal Guard and more than capable of being Gale’s personal bodyguard.”

Celestia shook her head in wonder. “That sounds pretty amazing. Are you sure that’s the way it will work out? You did say that the changeling was not a Companion-Class drone, after all.”

“The Companion-Class drones are new even to our world, and are a direct result of my mating with Prince Mark. His unique nature changed the DNA of some of my eggs. I believe that Gale’s pure magic has done virtually the same to Spyro. My senses tell me that he’s a Companion now, and I have confidence in my assessment. Rest assured – your son could not be in better hooves.”

The griffon princess nodded in understanding. “I believe you, Chrysalis. I must find myself happy for my son to gain a true brother.” Celestia giggled. “Does that make us in-laws?”

Chrysalis snorted. “We changelings approach relationships differently from ponies and griffons. However, if it makes you happy, you may consider us such.”

Starlight approached them just then. “Those unicorns – they’re golems.”

Mark looked surprised. “They look like normal unicorns to me, apart from the strange-looking armour they wear.”

Celestia knew what they were. “Those four unicorn golems are from my private vault on the other side of the mountain. Luna must have had them moved here to protect the mirror portal room.” Celestia walked up to them and spoke. “Open the doors.”

“Yes, Princess Celestia!” They all saluted in synchronisation and a yellowish-white aura formed around the horns to open the large double doors with the sound of massive locks shifting.

Mark did a double-take. “Private vault?”

“Yes. Now, shall we go in?” was all that Celestia had to say as the large thick enchanted doors groaned and opened slowly. “Luna didn't waste any time, from the look of things.” The room looked empty but they watched Celestia walk through a curtain of magic and disappear from their view. They all looked at each other before following one by one.

Sunflower walked through it last and, as they emerged, saw the mirror portal sitting on a few raised steps. A few solar and lunar guards stood watch and before the mirror portal alongside Princess Luna, Maple Clawhowler, and a white finch griffon with black stripes all over his body. He had a black beak, black tip wings, and was wearing a press hat, a set of large bags over each flank, and a camera hanging around his neck.

The large finch griffon scrunched up her beak instantly at seeing that finch griffon. “Printer Snipclaw, you twat, what in the name of all finch griffons are you doing here?”

He rolled his golden yellow eyes. “Nice to see you too, Sunflower. How about we don’t start a big fight and behave like adults here?” he said with a little bit of venom in his voice. “And as for why I’m here…” He showed the press badge hooked to the camera strap. “I’m here as the official press and photographer for Flaputa Daily, and personally asked by Prime Minster Zipclaw to be here.”

The smug smile really made Sunflower's blood boil.

Maple sighed, seeing this had been inevitable. “Keep your personal bloody bullcrap out of this, both of you. I know how much you hate each other, but we’re not having this now. Do I make myself clear?” she asked in a cold harsh tone.

“Yes ma'am/nanner,” they chorused.

“Good.” Maple turned to Luna. “Sorry about that, Princess Luna. I should have warned you about those two before paw.”

Luna graciously nodded. “It’s quite alright, Maple Clawhowler.” Luna stepped up to the group that had entered. “Welcome home, sister and family.”

Celestia gave her sister a hug which Luna returned. “I hope everything has been alright since I’ve been absent for this past week.”

“It’s been fine, sister; do not fret.” Luna smiled as she let go of the hug. “I did have an interesting conversation with one of the three rulers though. She was quite blunt but very understanding.”

“Trixie was here?” Mark asked with raised eyebrows.” With Twilight and myself in your universe, one triarch must remain on the throne.”

“Nay. I went through after one of her guards gave me an invitation for afternoon tea yesterday. We spent a few hours talking and I returned shortly after. It’s interesting that you and this Twilight Sparkle run that Equestrian Empire with her. It has vastly exceeded our nation and I am impressed with your achievements,” Luna answered. “Now I gather you are curious about the door and the phase shield.”

Twilight spoke up. “I am, and also about the golems outside.”

Maple stepped up to answer that one. “I'm the one who set up the door locks and the phase shield. It’s all finch griffon tech with magic enhancements.” Maple walked over to a machine by a window. “This links to the rods you see embedded in the walls here. They shift this whole place slightly out of phase with everything else. Without permission from the golems outside using their magic, you could force your way through that door but all you would find is an empty room.” Maple patted the machine gently with a forepaw. “One of my best works, I might add.”

“What if you’re already inside it?” Starlight asked.

“You can leave it with ease, but getting in remains a matter of access from the golems,” Maple answered. “Also, we’re designing some magical signature cards for you to use later when you come back through for a visit. For now, they will grant anyone access from orders by Celestia, Luna or myself. It’s not perfect but it’s all we’ve got until I get that system up and running,” Maple explained with glee. “I really like a challenge and this was a fun one to do.”

Printer patted his camera. “I’m here to take some photos and write up a story about this historic moment, as well as at the behest of Prime Minster Zipline himself, the elected leader of our country by virtue of having the largest number of seats in Parliament.”

Mark's thoughts upon hearing this came to the conclusion the finch griffons had a government similar to that of the United Kingdom on Earth. “Five year period before a new election, with by-elections for counties between the main elections?”

Maple smiled. “That is correct, I gather you are aware what we modelled it after?”

“I do,” Mark replied.

“Zipline is into his second term and most likely a third. He is a fair and honest PM and wished he could have been here to personally thank you for what you and everyone here did for our kind or country – bringing the truth to light and putting the true face to the darkest day in our history 199 years ago,” Maple told Mark.

Printer bowed to Mark and Celestia. “I do hope you will allow me to take photos and write this story.”

“I am agreeable to this,” Celestia replied. “And you, Prince Mark?”

“It’s fine by me too.”

“Great!” He started to take some photos of the changelings going through the mirror with some of the convention gifts.

Maple picked up two bags, placing them down before Twilight and Starlight. “These have an X-92 laptop with solar charger and self-sustained relay nodes that you can place every 35-40 miles apart from each other to keep a wireless connection to the Finchnet through the mirror portal.”

Twilight looked at the bags sharply and back at her. “Wh-what!? You’re giving us Finch Griffon technology? Why?!”

“Yeah, what the catch?” Mark asked sceptically.  

“It’s the easiest way to connect with our prime minster. He wishes to start talks and hopefully turn to face to face. He will be doing that here in this Canterlot soon, after treaties are created and signed. Then trade and finally opening up our borders to your and this Equestria,” Maple explained. “Also, you’ll be able to study our three hundred years of history through it, our social media platforms, our games, movies and plays, and pretty much everyday run-of-the-mill stuff to us Finch Griffons. You've done a service that we can never repay.”

Mark frowned. “That’s a lot.”

Maple chuckled. “If it makes you feel any better, the laptop is a model that was made 39 years ago. To us, it’s old technology. Also, the government had an emergency session yesterday declaring a vote of 259 to zero that Guto's status as last king of Griffina to be reinstated, and for a statue of him to be made and revealed on the 200th anniversary of the Flaputa Massacre. At the same time, they voted for you to be given this technology to learn about us.” Maple put a forepaw on the side of Mark's face, looking at him gently in the eyes.

“They are unified on this and, thanks to you and the others defeating Shal-Quz and Glacier's recording, the records have been set straight in ways that would have never been done.” Maple removed her forepaw from his face. “If you ever need any help, my contact details are on the laptop already and I'll be just a call away. Also, there’s an instruction manual on how to use the X-92 too.”

Mark nodded to Twilight and Starlight to take the two bags. “Thank you, Maple. We will not misuse this gift that you and your government have so graciously given us. I'd be honoured to be present at the reveal of the statue next year.” He gave Maple a hug and she returned it.

Printer took a photo of that and wrote down some notes. “Don't worry – I'll make sure to say this is a new bond of friendship. I know you pony types like hugs. I’ve seen it enough when I had to wear those daft fake talons when visiting Equestria's towns and cities.”

“Good,” both said together getting an eye roll from the press griff.

Starlight picked up the rest of the gifts. “We’ll go over and wait for you there, Prince Mark.”

The green alicorn nodded and turned to Celestia. “I know this wasn't exactly the way we were supposed to meet, or would meet with the threat of our worlds at a fine tether. But I’m glad that we dealt with the threat together and helped others out more than I would’ve guessed. I hope in time we will formally have talks and see how the friendship between our nations grows.”

“I look forward to that, Prince Mark Wells. We truly have done something grand and we will grow from it.” A photo was taken of them. “I’m sure in time, my son would like to visit your world when things settle down. For now, he has lessons to attend. And as for me – a lot of paperwork, meetings and such. The duties of a princess must continue.”

“As a prince myself, I have tons of paperwork which I have fallen way behind.” Mark and Celestia laughed.

Printer looked at the photo taken. “This is a really good shot.”

“Can I see?” Mark asked. Printer showed it to him. “Could you get a copy printed for me and the princess?”

“Sure I can.” Printer opened up his bag and pressed a button on a machine in it. “You most likely guessed that we Finch Griffons are named after an invention or improvement of technology. Hence, my name is Printer. My father invented this beauty for us press griffons to carry around in case someone wants a copy or two on the spot.” The printing of the two prints finished and he gave them to Mark. “I hope these are up to your expectations.”

Mark took a good look and turned it around to look at the back’s date and print number. “Yes, it most certainly is. Thank you, Printer.”

Printer bowed his head. “It was an honour. I'll be heading out to the peak and talk to the boss via Arbiter’s computer I just hope that Split-jaw is in a good mood today. Last time, he was grumpy as hell!” Printer turned and left the room.

Mark heard two things that made him realise what the press griffon just said. “Nooooo, it couldn't be! Arbiter as in Arbiter with an energy sword?”

Gilda chuckled. “Yep, that’s him. He’s got some weird handle thing that, with a flick, creates a buzzing loud blue sword blade. Pretty weird but cool.”

Mark shook his head. “Okay, I'm done. I’m going home and get to work. I want some boring ordinary time for a while.”

“Husband, that will never happen,” Chrysalis snickered.

Mark groaned. “I hate it when you’re right. Alright, it’s been a pleasure to meet everyone and I hope to see you all again someday soon.”

Gale hugged him tight. “Hope visit soon! Like older Smolder – she nice!”

“We’ll arrange something.” He hugged back. “Be good, Prince Gale. Never change who you are.”

Gale let go. “Nope, never!” Gale grinned.

“Good to hear.” Mark ruffled his feathered head. “Come on Sparkles, Glimmer. Sally’s got something to tell Gale before she goes.” They nodded.

“Bye!” they said and the others said farewell too, watching Mark, Starlight and Twilight walk through the mirror and disappearing through it with all their stuff.

Alpha was curious about the changeling that didn't go. “Queen Chrysalis – has this something to do with the changeling that has been hanging out with Lord Gale from Saturday afternoon until today?”

The queen looked over to the changeling Guard. “It does. Come forward, Spyro.” He did so. “Prince Gale, I have much to tell you about your new brother.” Chrysalis then explained the changes that had been done to Spyro and the bond that had subsequently formed. She tried to keep the words simple enough for the young griffon to comprehend, and it seemed to work.

Gale was taken aback by this information. “I-I did that? I did not know. Did I do wrong?”

“Not at all. This is a good thing for Spyro, even though neither he nor I was prepared for it. What’s done is done, and all we can do is move on. Prince Gale, he moulded himself to be your brother, a companion link that can never be broken. He cannot go back with me.”

Gale’s eyes lit up. “He can stay?”

“Yes he—”

Gale zoomed over to Spyro, giving the griffish changeling a hug, spinning him around with glee.

“Okay... That went better than I thought,” Chrysalis mused.

Silvite shook her head and Celestia smiled as she watched her son and his bond mate. “This seems to be a normal pattern for my son. He’s delighted that Spyro will be staying, and I’m sure Spyro will be too soon enough. I'll arrange a bedroom for him right away. Next to Gale’s, of course.” Celestia turned to Chrysalis. “And just as the doors will remain open for Prince Mark to come over, they also will for you to check on Spyro, Queen Chrysalis.”

“Thank you, Princess Celestia. I will do that.” Chrysalis turned to Spyro who was a bit dizzy from the spinning around. “I'll be visiting to see how you are settling into your new life. Enjoy it, Spyro.”

Spyro gave her a genuine smile. “I will, my queen.” He bowed to her.

Chrysalis walked up to the mirror. “Till next we meet.” She crossed through as everyone said their goodbyes to her.

Leela, holding her book open, said, “It seems this chapter comes to an end and we move on to the next.”

“That we do, dweeb,” Gilda chuckled.

Shining Armor raised a hoof up. “To our next chapter in life – let’s make sure it doesn't get as crazy as it did in the last few weeks!”

“Count me in on that!” Gallus and Gabby said together, raising their talons. Everyone present echoed Shining Armor’s sentiments.

Spyro looked up at Celestia. “Does that mean I should call you mum now?” he asked hesitantly.

Celestia hummed a little. “What do you think, sister?”

Luna grinned. “I think that he must.”

Grover chuckled. “Well, it seems I now have two sons and a daughter. This life has gotten extremely interesting already.”

Rocky leaned against the wall, looking over to Leela. “So... Leelee – are you going to close up this chapter or what? Or are we going to keep chit-chatting until tomorrow?”

Leela laughed at Rocky's comment and closed her book.