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// Jet Stream Teaser 
// Story: Dark Aeon's Teaser 
// by Marked of Luna 
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	“Now, I’m going to test this long distance teleportation spell on you. I found it in the ‘these spells are crap, what was I thinking folder’. Don’t worry, I am pretty sure I have fixed it.” That was Power Flux, my tormentor for the last 6 months. When I say tormentor, I mean, it was death or become his test subject for 5 years (or death, whichever came first). Power Flux is the 6th-great nephew of the famous Starswirl the Bearded, who passed along the gene for magical development, cocksure equation formulating, and insanity. I have come to believe its all from the same gene.
“Is this the same ‘I am pretty sure I have fixed it’ that had you believing you had found a fireproofing potion recipe in my sister’s notes? You know, the one that made you set fire to me over and over to test? I’m still finding charred feathers from that, you know.” I replied half-sarcastically.
“No, well yes, but this time I’m certain it will work.” Bugged that I won’t let him live that down, he snapped “Now shut up and sit still.”
As I sat, waiting, I considered writing that kinyesi uso Celestia, telling her that I have changed my mind, and have chosen execution, I saw a beam coming from Flux’s horn. I blinked as it hit me. When I opened my eyes, I saw a scrawnier Flux and a pegasus buddy I never thought I would see again in this life standing over me.
“So you finally went through a weight-loss program, did you Flux? And did your Great Uncle leave you a spell on bringing back the dead?” I said, with a roguish grin, thinking that A) the spell turned out to be a time travel spell, B) aforementioned spell sent me to a different dimension, where we won the war, or C) I’m dead, and so is Flux. Why, Luna? Didn’t I serve you well before you went mad?
Then Flux retorted with the unexpected. “Ponyfeathers. Another confused pegasus.” He sighed, then continued, “My name isn’t Flux, its Power Switch.” Then I noticed his cutie-mark wasn’t the same. Flux’s mark had been an electrical ethereal cloud. This pony had a mark of the Equestrian letter ‘U’, curved, with a vertical slash through the opening at the top (To the reader, on switch for an Xbox or computer). “Please tell me you aren’t carrying any explosives?” This unicorn, Power Switch, asked.
“No, it was part of my plea bargain that I never again handle or make explosives.” I answered.
“Plea bargain for what?”
“We lost the war. It was that or death, and I was just starting to wish I had picked death. Don’t you know that?” I responded, confused.
“Wait, what war? What are you talking about? What year do you think it is?” Apparently, that made two of us. Confused, that is.
“The year should still be the 101st year since Discord’s downfall, and six months since Luna was banished. Unless Flux messed up, big time. Again. Let there be much rejoicing.” Please say I am rid of him...
“Wait. You said Flux? As in Power Flux? As in my 52nd great grandfather? The spell writer?” My smile fell
“Aw kinyesi, I thought I was rid of your family.” Then it hit me. “Did you say 52nd?”
“I think I just pulled you 1000 years into the future. Welcome back.”
“Well, on the bright side, my 5 years as a guinea pig are up.  Now, what the buck are you doing here, Blitz?”