//------------------------------// // A Chance. // Story: The Daily Life Of Anonymous // by Zarah //------------------------------// Present Day Equestria "And that's it." Anon said with finality. "So what happened after?" Rainbow dash quickly asked as she unconsciously leaned closer. "Well someone probably heard the commotion and called the police, which are basically our version of your royal guards but more towards the public. After I heard the sirens, I quickly left and had a mate of mine patch me up." Twilight gave a slightly puzzled look before speaking. "I understand that you are more accepting of fighting, but it sounded like you sustained a lot of damage and in quite a painful way. I don't see how that could be 'the best fight'. Wouldn't a perfect or flawless victory be more rewarding?" Twilight questioned. Anon simply shrugged as he spoke. "I guess some people would prefer to win that way, but I don't. The way I see it, fighting is about durability, who can withstand the most punishment. Of course genetics can go a long way in a fight. Good metabolism, decent bone strength, good reflexes, body type and high pain tolerance. But, without training or experience, good genetics won't save you." Anon explained, getting more serious towards the end. "I see. I suppose I can see the appeal in that line of thinking. Similar to how I enjoy studying ancient magic and being finally being able to piece it together." Twilight compared After a bit of silence between the trio, Rainbowdash's face seemed to be struck by a look of remembrance. "I almost forgot, I only came out here to stretch before my x-ray but lost track of time. I need to go, but I'll talk to you two later, bye." Rainbow quickly explained as she began to trot back into the hospital. "See you later." Twilight quickly added before she disappeared, while Anon simply waved her off. The purple Alicorn watched her friend leave with a smile as Anon just sat in silence, thought plastered onto his face. When Twilight turned back around, she noticed this look upon Anon. "Is something wrong?" She asked sincerely. The human did not answer at first as his eyed the soft grass in front of him, but after a few moments, his gaze fell upon Twilight. "If someone has or took another person's magic. Can they willingly give it back?" Anon questioned, his seriousness imbedded in every word. Twilight was slightly taken aback by the sudden question, as her mind quickly began to think of an answer. "Perhaps, Discord has the ability to take and restore magic, Tirek lost the magic he stole when he was defeated, and they returned to their respective ponies. But both cases were with a god of chaos and the other was an escapee from Tartarus. But what suddenly spurred up this question?" "Well you can't send me back. Right?" The human quickly responded, his tone becoming more defeated. Twilight recoiled every so slightly at her failure to return the human. "Unfortunately no. The magic used to summon you is unknown to me or the princesses. I can't tell if it's incomplete, a fluke or tied to the casters magic. Without a base to go off of, It would take anywhere from decades to centuries to crack if we were lucky." Twilight explained. Waving a forehoof around for emphasis. "I see." The human replied simply. "Did you find a way to give Astral his magic back?" The alicorn asked as she caught onto the root of his questioning. Anon shook his head before answering. "No, and Alex does not remember anything either, but I'm hoping that if I can give his magic back, then his consciousness will also be returned. I was thinking about it when I woke up in the hospital." Twilight nodded her head as Anon spoke, understanding his thought process. "That's not a bad idea. Although I have no idea if it would work. Did you have a method or was it just a random thought?" Twilight asked, hoping to get more information. Anon waved his hand dismissively. "Just a random thought, the furthest thought about was just being near him and the magic just flowing out of my body and somehow waking him up." Twilight held a thoughtful expression on her face for a few moments as her gaze pierced the skies. "I cannot think of anything that could go wrong in this hypothetical, No dangers come to find, so I believe it should be safe to test out." Twilight theorised. Anon looked at the Alicorn with disbelief. "I just tried to fucking kill the guy, and you're going to let me be in the same room as him?" The human quickly questioned, gesturing towards Twilight. The purple pony stood up before she replied. "You were influenced by inhaling Timberwolf fumes. Your thoughts were not your own." Twilight replied. "Whatever, you ponies are way too forgiving. I'm honestly surprised you haven't gone extinct." Anon commented as he followed the pony's lead and got up himself. As the duo walked towards the hospital's back entrance, Twilight turned to Anon. "The reason we are so forgiving is that we can handle ourselves." The alicorn said with pride. "You know there is a difference between pride and being cocky." The human quickly replied. "Fully aware" Twilight simply fired back with as they entered the building. "Right, let's go to the front desk so we can find Astral's new room." Twilight suggested. "I got a better idea, follow me." Anon interjected Twilight was about to question the humans 'idea' but decided to trust him, simply following him towards the stairs that connected the floors. "Hey Alex?" Anon called, his voice echoing slightly throughout the halls. "Yeah I've been listening. Second floor." Alex answered, materialising next to Anon but giving him space. "He is on the second floor." The human called out as he entered the stairwell. Pony steps have also been shallow for Anon but in his time here, he has learnt how to clear multiple without slipping. Most of the time anyway. As they entered the second floor, Anon looked to Alex for directions. "I'm on the right side, probably four doors down." Alex instructed. Anon began walking again with Twilight following closely behind. They were about to pass the third door before Alex interjected. "Make that five doors." Now at the fifth for down. Anon reached for the handle but hesitated. As his hand hovered above the metal handle, he began to feel a weight in his chest. As if something was signalling him to stop. But in classic Anon fashion, he did not listen and opened the door.