I'm currently in the living room lying on the couch dead tired. The parasprites are hanging around me pestering me without fail and acting quite hyper. Each time I shoot one away, another three come back.
I am not having it today.
While reading, I had to swat away all the parasprites that got in my way. I couldn't go one word without another parasprite in my eyes, blocking the view, trying to knock an object down, or all the above. Hell, Twilight and Spike weren't spared one bit.
While I ate, there were parasprites annoyingly reaching out to me, sometimes getting into my mouth. The dread and fear when I swallowed one by accident still vividly lives in my mind, rent free.
While I failed to make another artifact and it blew up on my face, there were parasprites fluttering around me with their buzzes almost making it sound like they were mocking me. Hell, when I tried to peacefully exist, there were parasprites trying to knock down the bookshelf again, for the fifth time that day.
But all in all, I couldn't just kill them off. By the time I get more powerful, they will be a strategic point. Just because I am powerful doesn't mean I can ruthlessly take over Equestria by force. Not only will that be boring, but it'll also prove harder. After all, there's only one beautiful me.
So, I must look at my only source of salvation available, books. But not any old books, I must look in Zecora's stash!
As you probably already know, other than Pinkie Pie, Zecora has a moderate amount of knowledge about Parasprites. Even though she didn't really help Twilight with the swarm, she does know about their existence and their properties. But I refuse to believe that she learned about them through other sources other than books. And if it does boil down to that, I guess I'll go back to my barbaric ways and just browse her memories.
After all, knowledge is power, and I bet there's more information about reining in parasprites and other useful stuff. I wouldn't be surprised if the book mentions a trinket or two involving parasprites hidden somewhere.
And with that, I rushed down to Zecora, bringing a book bag with me. Who knew Zecora would still be relevant till now?
As I ran through the Everfree Forest, disposing of any timberwolves and other creepy crawlies that got in my way, I made it to Zecora's house. Knocking on the door, I waited. But after no response, I busted the door open with my hooves.
I stared at Zecora brewing another substance with the same glossy, white, and empty look in her eyes. She seemed very focused as she was adding ingredients, herbs, and other substances. She glanced my way, barely acknowledging my existence as she continued. Fine by me.
Walking by her to the shelves, I skimmed through her collection of battered and questionable books. There was one book on how to skin animals properly, which I guess she needed to survive out here. There was also one about the unique types of plants and fungi to eat and avoid. But after searching through the selection, there was not one title having parasprites in their name.
Dejected, I sighed as I took a few steps toward Zecora. I truly wished that she had the book with her, as I don't know where and when did she learned about parasprites. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I entered by sixth sense and swiped through her memories.
This will take a while. After all, I don't know where and when did she learned about parasprites, and it's going to take a hot second before I figure it out. Hell, will I even get a good glimpse at it? The variables are so numerous, it almost makes this an unreliable choice.
But alas, for my comfort, I shall get this over with.
I kicked an old clay vase in my way as I huffed angrily and watched as the faded vase fell and broke into pieces, scattering itself on the ground. Stomping on the broken pieces, I exhaled.
"I spent my precious time on the face of this land, trying to find a clue about parasprites, and you're telling that I'm going to get not a sentence about how to subdue them?!" I yelled out loud, disturbing Zecora as she glared at my way.
Breathing in and out as I calmed myself down, I sat myself on a stool nearby. Is the universe toying with me or what? Zecora knowing in the original series, but not even having a clue on what the term parasprite means? The absolute audacity of this situation is making my blood boil with rage.
Seems like the timeline is either fixing itself back up or is simply messing around with me. Either way, it's not favorable for me. Either I come up with a way to control the parasprites, or I simply die inside and take the bitter pill.
So, with that, I packed my bag and left Zecora's house, not knowing what to do.
As I made around a corner, I faced the ground soberly. My feet dragged on the ground like they had weights on them, and my mood damp. As I took in the weird glances the townsfolk gave me, I gave up inside.
Looks like my annoying, terrible life awaits me with yours truly, the parasprites...
I entered an alleyway unknowingly, straying away from the path little by little. The unkempt, hidden, and barely lit up zone made it the perfect place for rats, raccoons, and other pests to live. As I realized where I am bit by bit, the memory of where I came from flew away.
"Crap, this is what I get for bad posture." I mumbled as I stopped in my tracks, trying to figure out where I was. "Now I'm lost."
"Aw, you shouldn't belittle yourself too much."
Suddenly, I heard footsteps and a voice coming from behind me, and I swiftly turned to face the creature. As I looked at all, I made out their features. They were a male pony, had a brown hide, with a pale orange mane. But most of the mane and his facial features were covered by a hood, making him suspicious. And by his side, he had a sack filled with the unknown. As my heart rate began to increase, he started to speak again.
"Are you lost; I can take you home... with a price."
His tone was crawling with bad intentions as he eyed me.
Ah...
He's a thug. No hecking wonder.