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// Chapter 2 
// Story: The Tale of Adrian 
// by DarthMalentai 
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	"What the hell?” I say to no one in particular. I look around and notice that, somehow, I am apparently in a castle or some form ancient Greek or Roman building. I get up off the cold, smooth floor, and notice that the size of this room was roughly the size of the high school I went to. Well the school and then the neighboring fields. I start to look to my left, but then I hear the talking again. I hope whoever that is, they are at least not talking about an unconscious teenager on their floor. Speaking of floors, this floor seems pretty fine, smooth….marble? This takes me back to a trip to a museum, with its floors as smooth as glass. I look off in the direction of the talking and see some of the largest doors ever to be seen by eyes. ‘I wonder how heavy those doors must be’ I question, but then that talking again. This time I start to worry because the talking is much closer than I felt comfortable dealing with. I take a look around me to find a spot to hide behind, but stop when I see something on the far side of the room that catches my eye. On the other side of the immense room was a picture I remember from artwork for….

“That can’t be possible.” I stare shocked at the banner over the chair…or would that be throne? I look all around me, starting to get scared about the possibility of being somewhere other than home. The banner in question was a picture of a white/gold and dark blue figure spiraling around a moon and a sun. “Well, this has turned to shit faster than I was hoping.” I say to myself, realizing the full danger I had at being in this land of what I had come to realize, from the banner, as Equestria. At the same time realizing that I was in Equestria, I was also fearful for what would become of me. 

This realization brings about interesting ideas, all the while I am still looking for a spot to hide behind. I see a potted plant and start quickly making my way over to it. As my luck would have it, I was half way as the door bursted open, and a very angry white blur with red shade came in and just….stopped. I stood there looking at something well over half a foot taller than me, and yet it looked ready to smash something to pieces. It, I think that might be Celestia though, looks at me and stares. I start to get a little bit scared ‘cause I still see anger in those magenta eyes. I start backing up, and fortunately her eyes, those hard, piercing eyes softened as I backed off. I still back away ready to run if she were to take advantage.

Celestia, keeping in mind I am still in a “fight or flight” mode from my body language and how I am acting, keeps her distance from me, but looks like she is about to say something. That is if someone else hadn’t first. 

“But Auntie, it is only a small stipend I ask for. Why do you s…..” I look to the newcomer and see that it is in fact another pony. That newcomer looks at me, and I immediately know what type of per....er, I mean pony, that he is, and that I just know I am not going to get along with this apparent upper crust shit stain. As a note I do not actually know this pony since I never watched the show much, but just in how he talked I knew I was not going to like him much, or at all. 

He looks at me and then with apparent disgust says the thing that should never be said to a newcomer to any place. “What is that wretched creature, Auntie? It looks quite revolting. I say you send it to the moon and we never speak of this animal again,” Said Mr. Snobby McAss. Not that I was surprised that he said it, but that he wanted me dead for just living. It kind of hurt. I stopped at that point and instead of taking a step back I took one forward.

Celestia, I think, took this as a sign to make Snob shut up, “Blueblood, how can you be mean to something like this? Don’t you see it’s scared, and by saying what you said, it clearly will defend itself.” I look between both of them and then realize I haven’t done anything but just walk and look kind of stupid. The anger already seeping from me, I took a more relaxed stance and decided to say something, but couldn’t think of anything to say. If anything I could have said something back at Blueblood, still like Mr. Snobby McAss better in my opinion, but even that escaped me. 

“But Auntie don’t you see that filth? Look at how vile it is! It has barely anything to call a coat, and it looks evil! I’ll get the guard this instant if you ar…” he doesn’t make it halfway around before the doors close on him and something happens to the whole room.

Celestia, apparently irritated with Blueblood, looked sternly at him, “I do not need the help of the Guard, and if I did call them, this creature would run off and we might have an incident later in the day of a guard…”she stops, somehow becoming a little paler than possible, ”Might kill this being we have never seen.” The whole room became darker but not by much. ‘I guess this is the affect that some spells have on a room,’ I thought to myself. The silence from both of them was becoming a little unbearable so might as well reveal that I can do something besides look weak. 

I look to Celestia, and say, “uhh….Hi?” What happened next almost made me laugh. They both flinched, and slowly turned towards me. 

“You can speak?” they both reply, both with surprise written all across their faces.

I continue, “Yea… I am a…a little freaked out about this whole situation.” I say as bravely as I can. You try looking at two beings who can use magic and not be scared. I look between both of them, Celestia with surprise and maybe a little bit of relief, meanwhile Blueblood look, somehow, even more disgusted than before. 

“So not only does this thing speak it doesn’t know who it’s talking to!” He exclaims, “I demand it be sent to the….” He was cut off by Celestia’s stare, and he cowered a little at that. I just mentally laughed at him and hoped he’d just shut up for a small amount of time, only if he was like this all the time.

“I don’t think you are in a place to be demanding anything, Blueblood. As I remember you are still in trouble for those charges against certain citizens of Canterlot for your drunken escapades!” Celestia’s voice boomed at him. So, he is a spoiled upper crust snob who only likes himself. Perfect, just absolutely fucking perfect.

I start to wonder what could have occurred to incur Celestia’s wrath, but I was pulled out of the thought as I head someone address me, I think. “So what are you exactly? I mean we have heard of rare creatures but none ever described like what I see now?” I look up and see Celestia staring at me. I start to back away cause of that look, even though it looks like she was trying to be nice it just creeped me out. She must have realized this because she stopped looking at me like an eagle, but her eyes held anticipation for what I really was and fascination along with it.

“I am a human.” I try to say above a whisper. She must have heard it fully though and went into a pensive mood.

Then to top off the cake, Blueblood must have heard. “A human? Why that sounds repulsive, like you, and I think you should be exiled.” He states with his annoying ‘I am better than you so you should love me’ bullshit vibe I keep getting from when he even speaks. 

"Well sorry if sounding human sounds disgusting, but just shut the hell up cause I do not want to deal with whiny assholes who look to higher ups to help them out of trouble when they get into trouble,” I respond a little to tersely. I see Celestia look at me with a little bit of disappointment and…gratitude?

Blueblood on the other hand was, well, angry. “DO you not know who you are talking to?! I am Prince Bl…”

I cut in, “I do not give a shit who you are. Reasonable beings do not wish for others to be dispensed with in a manner that seems unfair. Hell if I was related to you in anyway, just from being here right now and hearing you, I would have jumped off a cliff and run to another country, and disassociate myself from you in as many ways as possible.” I see Celestia start to look a little uneasy at what I said. As I look to her I sense something, and start to turn towards Blueblood and see a bolt of energy about to hit me. 

As I start to fall back, and as my vision goes black I just think, ‘Well, fuck.’ In the back ground, I think I hear angry shouting but other than that I feel nothing and less. I think I feel something lift me, but for the love of me I cannot tell what. My vision darkens to the point where I am just breathing and eve… ‘Is this how I die?’ I think before I go unconscious.