Multiple Friends, Multiple Entries
Chapter 3 Darling, Really?
(Parallel Reality Universe Number MFME – 04132014)
Twilight shook her head trying to forget what one version of her had said. The thought that she would even consider doing something like that, with Sombra, for a piece of knowledge made her feel sick. She tried to push it away from her head. Obviously not all versions of her had the same moral objections to doing some of the things she wouldn’t do. Maybe that’s what the version of her had meant. It would make sense since she said that she was a…
“Wait a minute!” Twilight exclaimed as she brought up the first letter she received.
“What is it darling?” Rarity asked.
“I’m a… I’m a… a princess? I’m a Princess!” she shouted.
Rarity trotted over to her and read the signature on the bottom of the page. Her eyes lit up as she realized the implications with that. It meant that her other self was personal friends with royalty! She pranced around happily and then looked at Twilight.
“This is amazing! Oh, I must know if the other me has designed anything specific for you! Twilight, darling, you don’t mind if I go next do you?” she asked batting her eyelashes.
“No, that would be fine,” Twilight said.
Rarity sat down and began writing her letter. She worked feverishly, but it wasn’t just on asking questions about making clothes for Twilight. There was a few other things too. Did she find a special somepony? Did she have any foals? What was her special somepony like? She finished and tossed the letter into the void and watched as it stretched and then disappeared. None of them realized something very important about their letters. Twilight did in fact connect with her alternate Princess self’s universe first, but the connection had spread out.
It was no longer a direct line to one universe, instead it took the letter, which was meant to be delivered to one universe, and made duplicates and sent them all of the universes. There was so many, more than there would ever be stars in the sky, and the magic that connected them all was now self-sustaining.
(Parallel Reality Universe Number Breatht – 11082012)
The Golden Oaks Library had seen quite a bit in the last few years. One of the individuals that revealed their story to the library, via Twilight, was sitting next to a white unicorn who was reading a piece of parchment that came through a void that appeared in the wall. It was the most recent of what was at least half a dozen letters. After reading some of the letters Twilight had come to understand that an alternate version of herself had created a small tube, for lack of a better word, that connected all of the adjoining parallel universes. Applejack had looked at the picture of her, the unknown stallion and what had to be her two fillies. Her eyes got a little misty before she nodded and trotted over to a seat with the picture.
“Well, what does yours say Rare?” Rainbow Dash asked.
She felt a strong arm wrap around her barrel and she scooted closer to the owner of the arm. She leaned her head on his shoulder and looked up at him. There was a small smile on his face. A real one. Near them their adopted son, the young Pegasus he had saved, Blue Skies was playing a board game with Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and Spike, who were both sitting extremely close together. She felt his hand touch her swollen stomach. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to love the being that came from him, from both of them. She let out a contented sigh and then looked up at Rainbow Dash.
“I shall read it, if you would be so kind as to give me a moment,” she said as she got a little more comfortable.
“Hello Darling! From what I understand you are now close personal friends to Royalty! You must tell me what dresses you’ve made for dear Twilight. I can only imagine that it is ravishing to behold! After all I know that I’m nothing if not an artist. I hate to pry, after all we both know how lady like I am, but have you found a special somepony yet? If so what is he like? I’ve always imagined that he would be a strong stallion. Perhaps he is a knight in shining armor that has come to sweep me off of my hooves.
You simply must tell me what he looks like, what he acts like, and where did you meet him? Hopefully he’s not like that horror of a stallion Blueblood. I still can’t believe what I went through that night. I dare say that was one of the more humiliating moments of my life. Thankfully it never escalated beyond a simple infatuation with him. Thank you so much for taking time to listen to read this, and to answer me back darling. Oh, do I, or you, or we… I’m sorry, do you have any foals? I would love to know about them if I do.
Thank you Darling,
Rarity” she read.
“I wonder if she has the same problem with Blue Blood’s friends?” John asked.
Rarity looked up at him, motioned for him to come closer, and caught him in a kiss. She then smiled, obviously pleased with herself, before she looked back at the letter.
“It’s obvious that she had to deal with that unsavory spoiled colt Blue Blood, but it would appear that she hasn’t had the opportunity to deal with either of his friends,” she replied.
“Would it be wrong to warn her about them?” John asked.
“We don’t know what they’re like in that world though. It’s safe to guess that they are similar, but as that one letter from that one version of me proved we’re obviously not all the same,” Twilight said.
“Perhaps, but I don’t know if I should completely warn her away. Even if I had somehow been able to warn myself about his friends I’m not sure I would have listened,” Rarity replied.
“Are you saying it worked out for the best?” John asked.
“Well, yes actually. Look at where I am, where we are. Twilight, do you mind I reply to her?” she asked.
Twilight shook her head and a moment later Rarity lifted a quill, a piece of parchment, and an ink well. Within seconds she began to write, in perhaps the most beautiful calligraphy that John had only seen her use. She seemed to ponder what to write, wrote a few words, and would ponder a little more. Finally she seemed to have written a well thought out response and rolled it up. She levitated it over to the void and watched as it stretched, drifted in, and disappeared.
(Parallel Reality Universe Number MFME – 04132014)
A letter reappeared and a moment later Rarity opened it. She looked at it expectantly.
“My Dearest Rarity,
It does seem quite odd to phase it like that. After all, we are the same mare. Perhaps different thoughts, and choices have happened, but regardless I would dare say we are the same mare that we’ve always known and tried to be. To answer your first question about being close personal friends with Royalty I’m afraid that I don’t quite understand. I know that I am on speaking terms with Princesses Celestia, Luna, and even Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say I am a close personal friend. I would consider myself a friend, and I cherish their friendship; however, I would be lying if I didn’t say that I cherish my friendship with my friends here in Ponyville more.
Now, has for my special somepony. Yes, I have found him, and he is a rather dashing gentlesta… gentleman. I do have to remind myself quite often that he is not a stallion, but rather a man, a human. He’s perhaps one of the bravest beings I’ve come to know, but it does not mean that he is not without his faults. Still, love, sweet love, does make one overlook some of those faults. I love him, dearly, and I fear each time he is called away to Canterlot because of his duties with the Royal Guard. There are times when he returns that he nearly closes himself off from everypony else. It is those times that I do everything in my power to comfort him. Now, foals. We have an adopted son, and I am expecting. Our son is quite happy to know that he will be having a baby brother or sister. It makes me feel quite glad that he is so looking forward to it, and Sweetie Belle is excited as well. She has expressed that she wants to help look after our newborn foal.
Rarity, there are other things I believe I should say to you, but I know myself. I know my choices have lead me to being the mare I am, and I want you to become the mare you need to be. I don’t know if my… my husband will exist in your world. I truly don’t, but I know that regardless if he does or doesn’t it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t because you are far stronger than you let on. You have dragged yourself up, time and time again, and I know that you will continue to do so. Live a good life, and consider a different stance on the stallions you wish to date.
Sincerely,
Rarity Marshall,” she read to the group.