//------------------------------// // Chapter Three: Horn // Story: A 'Change' to My Life // by evan555alpha //------------------------------// Wow, this is turning out to be one whacked out 25th birthday. Or is it a crazy dream? Quite honestly, I think I'm dreaming, and I need to get out. I pinch myself several times just to make sure that I am dreaming. Nope. Painful as ever. 'Same as the pain in my forehead,' I muttered, 'except that's increasing.’ Wait, increasing? I scream in agony. It feels like someone is trying to drive a nail through the inside of my forehead, except it is coming from the inside. I willingly let darkness consume me. -x- 'Oh god, not again.' I mumble. Huh, my voice seems higher than before. I feel a new sensation over my forehead and try to feel what is causing said sensation. My fingers find something hard, and jagged. I rush to the bathroom to go look in a mirror. My fingers didn't lie. Sitting there, in the center of my forehead, with cerulean hair going around it, was Queen Chrysalis's horn. While I'm there, I get a chance to get a good look at my eyes. They are definitely bigger, and my irises are now several shades of green instead of the regular brown they always are, I mean were. The white also has definitely gotten some green to it as well. My skin, well, that is starting to go gray with lighter patches here and there. My heels utterly refuse to go down, and my legs are aching simply from standing. For the hell of it, I start going through the cabinet behind the mirror, where all my various medicines and other odds 'n' ends are. I then find the strangest of things: Chrysalis's crown. 'Of all the things I've found over the years, this is certainly the strangest,' I say to myself, noticing that my voice is sounding more and more like Chrysalis's. Being my goofy self, I put on the crown. The instant it touches my head, the hair goes out of its way and the crown feels like it fuses to my head, making it unable to move. Though it is fused, the crown moves itself until it is placed on the right spot of my head, completely accurate right down to where it is on the show. I look at myself. I think I look super badass with the crown, but the only downside is that my face is not the right shade of gray. Well, not yet anyways. Speaking of looking, I check my hand with the hole. What do you know? My fingers are starting to get distorted. Not that it matters though. I mean, giving up fingers is a small price to pay for the ability to use raw arcane and eldritch power no one ever knew this world had. Seriously, it’s freakin’ magic, people. Magic. I can form bolts of pure energy the way no one has before. I can teleport, something that has long since been the dream of many scientists around the world. I can levitate objects. I can, well; I don’t know what else I can do. And right now I don’t think my horn would be ready to use its power just yet. -x- I tell Jessie the good-ish news. She doesn’t seem interested; until I mention the adorable little nurse’s hat she gets to wear. Then, and only then, is she interested in any way, shape or form. She, quite literally, pounces onto me like an excited dog. She begs me to know its location. I tell her I don’t know, and she gets off of me. ‘Sorry, I was just excited.’ I hear her say. She then proceeds to tear through the house in search of it. ‘She’s so cute like that.’ I think to myself. Quite often I think things like that to myself. It’s not like she can read my mind or anything, but with Jessie being, well, Jessie, I quite often question as to whether she can actually read my mind. She’s not normal, and I like that. On the other side of the house, I hear her shout, ‘Found it!’ I go to her and ask where it was. She replies, ‘it was in the weirdest place. It was under all the towels in the linen closet.’ ‘Really?’ I say, with a hint of sarcasm. ‘Yeah. But remember the time you found those old documents there?’ ‘Hey, that’s different. We only just got the house, and the closet was probably used for storing something other than linen.’ After our little bicker, I get to the task at hand: keeping my holes, hair and horn out of sight. I know I said that I would stay away from the public as much as possible, but when you’re short on food, I think I can deal with it. I mean, the hair may not be as much as a problem as I thought. I may get a few looks from passers-by, I don’t care. I’ve enough crap to deal with at the moment, what with my girlfriend becoming a freakin’ pony! The horn, I can just cover with a hat. The thing may be Chrysalis’s, but it isn’t as big as hers yet. Same with the little crown, I can cover that too. The holes, I’m not sure. I can cover up my legs and arms and feet, but I would probably look strange with gloves. Then again, I have cerulean fuckin’ hair. I’m sure gloves won’t make a damn difference to the amount of looks I’ll get. -x- Well, I made it. I made it into the general store without dragging along too much attention. I grab all the things needed, and leave. Not without paying, of course. That’d be rude of me. People don’t take much notice of me, until a gust of wind catches my hat. ‘Oh, shit.’ I think. People then start to take notice of me. They wonder what is wrong with me. They wonder what the hell is up with the jagged ‘thing’ poking out of his forehead. They wonder what the hell is up with the little crown like thing on my head. A little girl and her mother walk by. ‘Mummy, look. It’s Chrysalis!’ The little girl says to her mother. ‘I’m not Chrysalis, I just like her so much that I sometimes dress up as her,’ I say. The little girl believes it and I am off the hook. That is, until, I realize that I sounded just like Chrysalis. The little girl realizes that, too. ‘But you sound just like Chrysalis! You must be her!’ To prevent any further embarrassment, the little girls mother takes her daughter onwards to wherever they were going. I get away from the area and get home, somewhat safe from the public eye. So, this is the reality I've come to live in, huh? Well, it's going to be one hell of a ride.