//------------------------------// // (3) First Day In the Palace (Part 1) // Story: Mob of The Dead: Aftermath // by Juggernaut //------------------------------// Both Weasel, and Luna turned around quickly to see another figure in the doorway to the kitchen. It was taller than Luna, but it was still a pony. "Oh! Sister! What a surprise!" Luna said nervously, smiling awkwardly. The larger, white pony, with flowing colorful mane looked at Luna, and then turned to Weasel. She frowned at Albert, and turned back to Luna. "Luna? What is this?" Luna's sister asked, in a disapproving tone, staring at Weasel. "Um... This... Uhhh...." Luna managed to mumble awkwardly. "My name is Albert Arlington, and your sister saved me..." Weasel cut in. "How'd she save you? Also, What are you?" Luna's sister asked. "I was about to die, and she helped me, and... I guess to you, I'd be an alien." Weasel explained the best he could. Luna's sister looked back to Luna, smiled warmly, and then looked back to Weasel. "My name is Princess Celestia, but since you're not a citizen of this country, I guess you have the right to just call me Celestia." She said, "And I'm glad my sister saved you... I'm not going to ask how, or when, because it's getting to be daylight, and Luna needs her beauty sleep." Luna smiled and giggled. "Mr. Arlington, are you okay to do a tour of the building, or do you want to get some sleep too? I mean, assuming that your species sleeps." Celestia laughed lightly at the last line. "It's been a long time since I've gotten some quality sleep! Also, please just call me Albert." Albert said excitedly, He hadn't gotten a full night of sleep since he had been put in Alcatraz. "Ok then, we'll have the tour when you guys wake up from your naps." Celestia spoke. "Albert, you come with me to the honorary guest room." Weasel followed the large white pony out of the room, into the kitchen, and down the spiral staircase. Celestia led him into a large room with a king sized bed. "This will be your room for the time being." Celestia said, showing him around the room. "Wow..." Weasel had not been shown such hospitality in his whole life. "Thanks Celestia, I'll make it up to you somehow." "Albert, someday, I'll show you to the public, but not yet..." Celestia spoke, as she was leaving the room. "I don't think you've adjusted yet." Weasel watched as the pony left the room. Once the door closed, he sighed and went over everything that had happened that day. He had broken out of the most highly guarded prison, zombies showed up, and instead of being eaten by zombies, he was shot by the only people he trusted. Then, a pony showed up, took him to another world, and her sister accepted him as one of their own. He was glad to put this weird day behind him, but somewhere deep in his mind, he knew that the weirdness had only just begun. Weasel slumped himself into the bed, and just stared at the ceiling until he eventually fell asleep. Weasel slowly started to open his eyes, he heard distant undead yelling and screaming. "Uhh... What's happening!?" Weasel asked himself quickly as he stood up. He looked around. He was in a large dark room, with the onlt light barely coming from cracks in the wall. "Where am I...?" Weasel asked himself quietly. He took one step forward and he hit his foot on something. He jumped back and looked at what he hit. It was pretty dark but he saw a shaded figure of a M1927 Tommy Gun, one of the most common machine guns of his time. Especially to him, since he was a mobster. Weasel sighed in relief and bent over to pick it up. He grabbed the wood handle. He adjusted the gun in firing position, and pulled the drum mag out of the gun. There were only twenty bullets in the gun, and no extra mags lying around. He heard the sounds of the undead again, but closer. "Oh no no no no no no no no no!" Weasel panicked. In the distant darkness he could see over twenty pairs of glowing red eyes. "OH SHIT!" He turned around to run, but as soon as he turned around, the sound of yelling and undead stopped. Weasel didn't want to turn around, but felt it was necessary. He turned around and... Nothing... Absolutely nothing. Weasel was obviously surprised when the sound of the guard, the zombie that was sent from hell itself to drag each and every one of the four mobsters to their graves, echoed throughout the room. The guard wouldn't die, no matter how many times Weasel and the others would "successfully" kill him, he would come back about an hour later. "NOT NOW!" Weasel panicked, "Oh shit, no no no NO NO NO NO" Weasel swore silently as he heard the yells of the guard get closer. He raised the M1927 in the direction of the sound and waited. Then, right as the sound was about twenty feet away from him, the sound stopped. "What the hell is going on here?" Weasel asked out loud, looking around. Then, Weasel felt something breathing on the back of his neck. He started to turn around slowly, afraid of whatever was behind him, though he'd never admit it. As soon as he turned around all he saw were the two red eyes of an undead prisoner, about an inch away from him. He tried to raise the weapon, but the undead grabbed him too quick for him to react. "OH FU-" was all Albert was able to get out before the undead managed to rip out Weasel's throat. Albert awoke in a panic, immediately going upright in the bed. He sighed in relief that it was just a dream. He tried to go back to sleep, seeing as the sun had barely moved across the sky, and he could see that from looking out of the window, but for some reason, he couldn't go back to sleep. So he stood up, and decided to look around the room he was staying in. After a thorough search he found a book titled "The Elements of Harmony" He guessed 'why not' and started reading. The book told a story about Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna, and a third pony named Nightmare Moon. He read on to see that Nightmare Moon took control of Princess Luna, who he read controlled the moon, and was forced to the moon for a thousand years by her sister, Princess Celestia, who he read controlled the sun. Apparently Celestia used magical gems called the elements of harmony against her sister. There were no words, as it was completely told through pictures, and small pockets of magic, that actually read the story for him. Letting him understand the ponies' strange form of writing. He thought that it was a children's fairytale book the whole time he was reading it, but was shocked to see that it was a history book. A few minutes after he had finished the book, Celestia opened the door. "Hey Albert, good to see you're fi-" "So this is real?" Weasel cut her off, holding the book in his hands. Celestia sighed. "Yes" She said looking at Weasel. "Wait... You banned her to the moon for a thousand years... Then... how is she here in this Palace." Weasel asked. "It's been over a thousand years." Celestia answered. "Then... Then how are you guys still alive, I mean... If it's been a thousand years then shouldn't you be dea-" "Coming in contact with all six of the elements of harmony at once makes you immortal." Celestia cut Albert off. "I honestly didn't actually want to become immortal, nopony knew the side effects of the elements at the time." Weasel nodded and put the book down. "And what did you mean about how I'm finally awake? I've only been asleep for an hour at most. The sun had barely moved in the sky." Celestia smiled lightly, "Albert... You were asleep for twenty-five hours. You must've been really sleepy, either that... Or your species normally sleeps for that long." Weasel shook his head. "No no no, that's NOT normal." He said shaking his head. "Ok then, how's about that tour, and while we're at it, you can tell me some things about your species." Celestia said, leading Albert to the door. "When am I going to start learning about YOUR species?" Weasel asked, looking at Celestia. "Oh don't worry Albert... You will."