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// And an issue was addressed. 
// Story: My Little Pony: Blue Version 
// by FaelaArts 
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“I don’t know Lyra! It just sorta happened.” Blue turned his gaze on the group staring at him like he was stupid, which he was trying very hard to deny to even himself at the moment. Barely a minute had passed, and yet the tension had quickly vanished in the wake of a new threat that could be released with a simple toss of the hand. Lyra tried to get a handle on her thoughts, but she couldn’t help letting a stray thought over how stupid the action that Blue had taken was. Green stepped back and let them argue it out, relieved that the immediate threat was over.

“Sorta? SORTA!? How does one ‘sorta’ throw something at someone!” Lyra pressed Blue hard, and hid her disappointment he didn’t step up to her challenge. Not long ago, Blue would have brushed it off as a ‘stroke of genius’, or a ‘moment where his awesomeness helped him think of the best solution’. To be honest, Lyra was slightly worried about what had transpired in the time she had not been with this version of Blue.

“Red back me up here, what do you think we should do? Once we let her out we’ll have a literal powder keg waiting to explode.” Both turned as Blue asked Red for advice, and waited for his expression to reveal an answer. Red frowned, his gaze on the pokeball that housed the legendary. After a moment he raised his head, turned his gaze to Blue, and shrugged in response.

Blue stuttered an answer, “dug my own grave? Jeez Red, that’s a little cold.” Blue rubbed the back of his head with a hand, and glanced to the sky as he made a hesitant sound. To be honest, he couldn’t really blame Red for wanting to stay out of the ‘grave’ he had dug, especially when this legendary had shown the ability to vaporize someone in an instant.

With pokemon legendaries it was slightly different. Blue had never really thought about it before, but they seemed to acknowledge that the trainer was to never be the target, even waiting patiently as they picked a second pokemon after losing one in battle. It wouldn’t be wise to think a legendary from this world would follow the same customs

As he thought, Blue felt the stirring of an idea, he could hear the skepticism of Lyra already. Looking at the pokeball, he remembered his first time coming here, and how Lyra had been ensnared in one, and had gained feelings for Red. Blue shuddered as his own...experience came to mind as well. Surely the legendary would have some sort of link he could use to try and convey his thoughts to her through? Then again, his Gramps was always better at this sort of theory.

“Have you thought of something?” Lyra’s voice broke through his thoughts, and he raised his head and turned toward her, slightly off-put by the serious look on her face. Blue couldn’t see any sign she was going to crack a joke at the thought of him coming up with an idea. He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about that.

“Uh yeah, I think I’ve got somethin’. Pokeballs are meant to ‘convey feelings’ to the pokemon, but I never asked my gramps about the exact science. Well, excluding the love potion part because I was drunk at the time. I’m thinking if I release her, I might be able to get her to see it from our view?” Blue turned his eyes questionably to Red, who shrugged nonchalantly once more. Blue didn’t understand why Red was being so cagey today, but left it alone as Lyra spoke once more, giving a nod.

“Well, sounds like it’s worth a shot” Lyra nodded, giving a smile to reassure Blue it would turn out fine. As he turned around and threw Mewtwo out, for protection just in case, she let it fall and glanced toward Red. In the four years she had known Red, she had never seen him not help Blue out when he needed it. It was almost like he was trying to...train Blue? She shook her head, preposterous.

“Mewtwo, mind throwing up a shield just in case?” Blue saw Mewtwo nod once, and make a small motion with his hand. A ghost of a smile appeared on Blue’s face as he thought of how Mewtwo was probably trying to make it look easier than it actually was.

‘I heard that,’ Mewtwo replied in response to the direction of his thoughts, a hint of amusement to his telepathy. Blue smirked, and gripped Celestia’s pokeball tighter, feeling a shiver of anticipation down his spine. A stray gust of wind blew through his hair, and he spread his feet apart. Throwing the pokeball as far as he could, the flash of light that came out of it was almost as shocking as the sudden grunt of pain from Mewtwo.

“Wait legen-Celestia! Let me explain!” Blue was quick to hold his hands up in surrender, but wasn’t quick enough to halt Celestia’s charge. Mewtwo darted in front, grabbing the horn swathed in magic, pushing Blue back slightly as Mewtwo forced Celestia to a grinding halt. Blue could feel the strain on Mewtwo as he fought to keep the psychic/magic under control.

“Come on, surely you can sense something about what I want to explain!” Blue watched Celestia snort, leaping back and firing a pure bolt of light at Mewtwo, who absorbed the hit with only minimal damage. Compared to pokemon hits, a lvl 50 legendary compared to a lvl 70 made a load of difference.

“Tch, fine then, be that way. You know for some ‘supposedly’ royal sovereign thingie that rules the land you have a short fuse. I’m surprised ponyland is still standing.” Blue Glanced to Mewtwo with a slightly irritated glance. If this legendary wasn’t going to behave, why shouldn’t he just use force and-

Lyra’s face peeked out from the edge of his vision. She was glancing between him and Mewtwo with some concern. Blue could tell she wasn’t worried about Mewtwo or Blue being hurt, but of Celestia getting mortally wounded. Blue turned his eyes away from Mewtwo and back to Celestia, who was still furious. Closing his eyes for a moment, he debated his choices and heaved a small, barely audible, sigh.

“Celestia.” Blue’s voice had a different tone to it, and that alone got Celestia’s attention. What kept her from firing an attack was the fact he walked out from behind his monster and headed straight for her. Looking at his eyes, she could see he was well aware she could kill him right there and then. And yet, she saw no fear, only calm. Before she knew it, he was already at arms length. She glanced behind him, toward the surprised faces of everyone but Red.

“Look at me.” Blue’s voice was very quiet, barely above a whisper. And yet it reached the ears of everyone currently in attendance. Celestia found her eyes drawn to Blue’s, and before she knew it she was looking into them. What was it about his brown eyes that had her so transfixed? Before she had even realised it, he had reached up and touched her muzzle gently, making contact with the bottom of her chin.

Blue blinked, and suddenly Celestia felt as if something was passing between them. When she looked back on it in the future, she would be unable to find the words to describe the feelings that passed through her as she looked into those eyes. It was over in a moment, and they both blinked at the exact same time, as if breaking a spell. Celestia raised her head and stood up straight, feeling as if she understood a little less about these humans than she had presumed.

“This is our grave. It is our job to live with it, and fix it.” Blue’s words seemed to have an effect on the clearing, which had been surrounded by silence for a few moments. As he spoke, sounds of the forest began to return, as if sensing the end to the conflict caused by the interlopers.

“I...understand,” was all Celestia could say in response.