Booker's head shot up from his desk, littered with old case papers and an empty whiskey bottle. He stood, his chair squeaking as he caught sight of the calendar on his desk, reading July 3rd, 1896. Grumbling to himself, he rubbed his face, feeling the beginnings of a crop of facial hair. Pulling uncomfortably at his red ascot, he glanced around the dark office- shaking off the last of his sleepiness as he turned, taking the thin string attached to the top of the window. The slats opened, allowing the sun, and by extension, the brilliant sunlight through the window, and into the office, reflecting off of his badge, and the other few metallic objects in the room. Facing the office once more, another succession of knocks made themselves known on his front door as he withdrew his pistol from its holster, ready to blast whoever was on the other side.

'It better not be who I think it is' he thought vehemently, his hand gripping the brass doorknob.

If it was, he had a nice surprise for him- in the form of a rifle he kept hidden beneath his desk, just in case. Popping the door open, he shoved his pistol through, his entire body following, blocking the door.

He was met with a small boy, his tan shirt and a small white block on the breast surprising him.

"T-telegram...fo-for...Mr. D-DeWitt?" he stammered, his terror-filled eyes focused on the barrel of the gun he was staring down.
Booker silently sighed in relief, then holstered his pistol, much to the relief of the boy.

Taking it, the boy darted away from the door, and down the street, running as fast as his legs could carry him, his mission complete.
'As if my reputation wasn't bad enough...' he thought sarcastically.

Glancing over the telegram, he read it several times, just to be sure it wasn't a practical joke.

DeWitt Investigations. Stop.

Situation Dire. Stop.

Help needed immediately. Stop.

Sum of $5000 dollars to be paid. Stop.

Booker choked on the last line- his eyes going wide as he read over the letter multiple times. Flipping the card over, he found an address, one in the next town over, if he wasn't mistaken. Already thinking on the pay-off, he ran through a scenario in his head- do the job, get paid, and walk away with 5k weighing down his wallet, which would in-turn, support Anna and himself for a long while- if he was careful with his budget, that is...

Slamming the wooden door shut, he turned to look at the other door occupying the adjacent wall to the right.

'That's right...I'll have to find someone to watch Anna...' he thought, finding his daughter to be at the front of his mind 'Way to go, Booker- always putting your daughter first...'

Walking to the door, he opened it, then peered out, wincing as the sunrays temporarily blinded him. Living in a housing complex, his neighbors were literally a stone's throw from his office. Stopping at the door next to his, he knocked- waiting for someone to answer.

The chain unlocked itself, and the door opened fully, allowing him the full view of the woman on the other side. She brushed a blonde lock out of her face as her other hand smoothed her conservative blue dress, in the process of being sown, if the needle and thread hanging from it was any indication. She wasn't very old, though not very young at the same time. (Booker had the decency to have never asked her age)

"Mrs. Winston," he greeted "how's the family?"
"Wonderful!" she replied cheerfully "And little Anna?"
"Same." he replied.

The two stood in awkward silence for a moment. Booker coughed into his fist, then spoke once more.

"I'm sorry, dear," the woman said "we're taking a vacation to Georgia in a few days, and I've still got so much packing to do..."
"Right- well, sorry to bother you."
"No trouble," she said, still forlorn "I'm sorry, again."
"It's alright." he replied, walking back to his office.

It was most certainly not alright, he couldn't just take Anna with her to a job; could he? He mentally slapped himself- of course he couldn't! There were rules to follow, and there was no place for a child in his line of work! But...he couldn't just leave her alone...what if she found a bottle, and cut herself on it? What if she found his pistol and-

'Stop that train of thought right there' he thought, coming down from his panic attack as his mind focused on other things.

What if the job was a phony? What if it was just someone waiting inside a dark building, a rifle pointed between his eyes. He had a lot of enemies, it was a possibility. Of course, that risk came with every offer he took, especially with the last one...

Just thinking about what happened at Columbia gave him a headache, much less that he actually made it through that hot mess.

Anna's door creaked open just as he flopped into the chair behind his desk, the small three-year-old toddling into the room. Peering over his desk, he spied her as she continued to search for him, oblivious to his presence behind her. He found himself smiling a bit at his daughter's antics, her adorable little face questionably searching the room. She soon forgot all about him, and spun in place, making a game of it as she giggled. Anna then toppled over, falling onto her rump. Her look of happiness then turned to one of sorrow as her eyes welled with tears.

"Goddammit..." he muttered to himself, practically jumping over his desk to get to Anna before her wailing got too severe.

Picking her up, he bounced her in his arms, which she found great pleasure in- her tears slowly switching to giggles.

He said nothing as he continued to amuse Anna, trying everything from toying with her hair, to tickling her. Spinning on his heels, he jumped back as he spied one of the Lutece twins idly flipping through his desk drawers.

"I see you've cut back on the alcohol." she stated, her eyes briefly meeting his.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" he shouted, shielding Anna from the woman.
"I imagine you don't have the same neighbors for more than a week, screaming like that."

"It's simple, really," she said "my brother and I decided it would be best to take a vacation, he's...oh...has the Cold War begun yet?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Booker asked, still not letting his guard down.
"Oh dear, I'm in the wrong time period," she stated, further confusing the man "oh well, might as well enjoy it, I suppose."
"Five seconds."
"In short, I'm here to babysit."
"There's no way in hell I'd ever give her to you!" he spat.
"I'm not asking you to give her to me, I'm asking if I can watch her while you're out."

"If you'd be so kind as to let me finish," she said irritably "Comstock might be dead, but you are still alive, extending my contract to you- from this point on, you could say that I'm under your employment."
"How...how the hell does that work?"
"There's really no short answer, and I have no desire to go into it with you at the moment."
"So...no?"
"Yes"
"How can I trust you with her?" he asked, nodding down to the girl in his arms.
"My contract with you clearly states that no harm is to come to Elizabeth whilst under the care of my brother or myself." she said, presenting him with an official-looking document.

Booker snatched it out of her grasp, and briefly grazed over it, taking in the general meaning of the text written upon it.
"Why should I care what a damned piece of paper says what you can and can't do?"
"You wrote it"
"No I didn't"
"Well- a different version of you did, same thing, I suppose."
"By that logic, you and your brother are the same person."
"We are."

They shared a hard glare for a few moments, before Booker begrudgingly placed Anna in the woman's arms, Anna herself struggling in the exchange. He pushed down the horrid memory of doing the same thing to her three years ago, and here he was, doing it again.

"I'd better find both of you here when I come back." he threatened, being sure to show her his pistol one last time, before exiting the room, a hint of nervousness etched into his features.

The door closed, leaving Booker's silhouette on the glass. Rosalind then looked down at Anna, the young girl regarding her with curiosity.

Booker stepped off the wagon, tipping the driver as he patted his pockets, searching for anything that might've fallen out on the ride over. Removing the telegram from his breast pocket, he checked the address to be sure it was correct. ; he wouldn't want an incident like the one that transpired earlier that day. The setting dusk painted everything a tinge of purple as he walked along the dirt path, dusting his boots as he went. Stopping down the street, he came to an old sawmill, the facility since abandoned for who-the-hell-knew-why.

"Hello?" he called into the darkened building, stepping over the threshold as he withdrew his pistol "It's Booker DeWitt, you and I have an arrangement?"

Something fell off of a sawdust-covered table, kicking up debris as it scurried across the dirtied floor, delving further into the mill.

Booker coughed into his sleeve as the sawdust irritated his throat and lungs, clogging them as he hacked into his elbow. The dust finally settled, and he waved his hand through the air, pushing back any excess floating through the air. Gun at the ready, he probed further into the mill, his boots thudding lightly as the floorboards beneath them creaked with every step.

"We've been expecting you, Mr. DeWitt." a female voice said, as smooth as molasses.

Booker spun on his heels, frantically searching the room for the body the voice belonged to. Something moved in the shadows, and he raised his pistol, pointing it towards the ceiling.

"You'd better come out, right now!" he shouted into the darkness "I'm a lawman! Any harm comes to me, it'll be a federal offense on your head!"

"I do believe we should reveal ourselves, if only for his sake, brother" the female voice said.

Booker was doing his best to keep a cool head as the two voices chattered in the darkness, only confusing him more as he tried to figure out just where they were coming from. He was stopped, as a tall figure slunk in the shadows, towards him as a rustling sound could be heard. He pointed his gun at it, cocking the hammer.

"Stay right there." he said, squinting at the figure, trying to get a better look at it.

"Pointing weapons at everything will get you nowhere in life." the male voice commented.

"There's no need to yell," the female chided "you may call me Constance."
"And I Aeolus." the male said.

"Good to meet you- now just who in the hell are you two?" Booker said, eerily calm as he searched for the other person in the room.

"Straight to the point, isn't he?" Aeolus said.
"A rather useful trait." Constance replied.

A bright light suddenly flickered to life from above, blinding him as he dropped his gun. It clattered to the floor as his eyesight recovered, revealing to him the tall figure. He stared, jaw agape as his brain struggled to regain control of his body.

The tall figure stood at least a whole head taller than him, dressed in a gleaming, white gown. There were several things that surprised him- the two heads, and the equine features being chief among them.

"Mr. DeWitt." the female, Constance, he remembered, stated, her no-nonsense tone gripping him.

"We have need of your services," Aeolus said "and we need your answer as soon as possible."
"What?" Booker said, still a bit dazed after the blow he'd been dealt.

Columbia was just a drop in the bucket, compared to this. Now he'd seen everything, and was definitely sure he didn't want to see anymore.

The two long, white furred arms came down upon his shoulders, shaking him out of his haze. He shook his head, consciousness returning as he attempted to stare into two sets of eyes, one ocean blue, the other emerald green.

Booker, however, was captivated by her sheer beauty, her sparkling green eyes staring into his own. Her soft muzzle perfectly shaped as-

He recoiled, shaking his head wildly as he tried to clear it of the images buzzing through his head.

He thought of the money, what good it could do, for his daughter, and himself; he weighed the risks with the reward, and found the latter greatly exceeding the former. He then remembered Anna, still in his office, along with Rosalind.

The hand on her side of the torso reached out, the pristine, furred hand a stark contrast to the darkness just beyond the pool of light encasing them. A small hand emerged from the darkness, the biped-equine's clasping around it. The rest of the body following, revealing itself to be a familiar form.

Booker quickly snatched Anna from the equine's grip, shielding her protectively as he plucked his gun from the floor. Questions began filtering into his head- just who were these circus freaks, and how the hell did they know everything about him?

"The Luteces set me up, didn't they?"
"Why do you automatically assume it was them?"
"They're always popping in when they're not wanted."

"You keep your hands off of my daughter, or I'll put a bullet in you before you can say 'whoops'." he threatened, checking Anna for any possible cuts or scrapes.
"Noted." Aeolus said.
"Now, as for where you'll be heading, Mr. DeWitt-"

"Who said I accepted the job?"
"Your daughter is going with you," Constance said, as if it were a trivial matter "now then, you'll-"
"I'm not putting my daughter in harm's way- not again." he said, cutting her off once more.

"Your commission will be somewhere safe, Mr. DeWitt, your daughter will be in no danger there."
"And I'm the damned chief of police."
"I suppose you'll just have to take our word for it, won't you?" Aeolus said, tossing him a satchel out of thin air.

Booker caught it, much to his surprise, and opened it, finding every vigor he'd used in Columbia inside...along with a sky-hook.

"If it's so damned safe, why the hell do I need these?" he questioned, cocking an eyebrow as he presented the bag's contents.
"It was Rosalind's idea." Aeolus responded.
"Just in case." Constance clarified.

"Uh-huh- and where exactly am I going?"
"The both of you, are going to Equestria." Constance said.

With that, Booker's vision went black as he collapsed to the floor, sawdust kicking up as a smaller figure fell across his body, logic telling him it was Anna.

Something was pulling at his ascot, constricting it around his neck as he steadily opened his eyes, feeling sunlight upon them. Well, he was outside, that was a good thing wasn't it? Rubbing the back of his hand against his face, he sat up, forcing Anna to flop backward, into his lap.

"Well aren't you a smart one." he said, a small smile coming to him as his daughter giggled.

Glancing around, he took in his surroundings, finding Anna and himself placed behind a striped tent, bars of red and white running down the sides. He silently prayed that he wasn't at the Columbia Fair- but...Anna was here...and there was no point in going to Columbia, so...

He stopped himself before a migraine could develop- he wasn't in the mood for any games. His fears were soon quelled, as the scent of actual grass reached his nostrils, as well as the scent of food cooking some distance away. The chatter of a large crowd also peaked his interest- if he wasn't in Columbia, where was he? What was it that...horse? Horses, said? Equestrian something? As he stood, his belongings slung over his shoulder, a thought suddenly crossed his mind. He numbly felt Anna's hand in his own as a spike of uncertainty shot through him.

He found this to be first and foremost in his mind, and an enormous error on their part. What was the point of sending him here, if he didn't have a damn clue what he was supposed to be doing? Undercover? Riot control? P.I.?

He began the journey out from behind the tent, holding Anna firmly by the hand as he walked out into what looked like the main thoroughfare of a large market, and, oddly enough, more horses talking and trading with one another.

'Ironic that I was in the cavalry...' he thought, crossing the dirt street to a vendor.

Walking right up to the stall, he waited, one of the horses occupied with something further inside the tent.

"'Scuse me, could I have some service here?" he asked, rapping on the wooden stand attached to the tent.

'It speaks English, of course the mutant horses speak English, why wouldn't they?'

The horse's eyes grew wide (wider, since they were already taking up almost her entire head), her orange mane peeking out from under her pith helmet. He found it funny that the horse was wearing a green safari shirt, on top of the fact the horse already had a pale yellow coat.

That was another thing- why were the ponies here every color of rainbow, and then some?

"Where are we?" he asked.
"Did you get hit in the head or somethin', honey?" the mare asked.

"You're at the Rainbow Falls Trader's Exchange," she replied, motioning to the busy crowd, most of whom were regarding them with curious stares "best place to get anything!"

"Anything, huh?" he said, mostly to himself as he continued to glance at the vendors all around them.
"Yep, if you've got somethin' to trade, chances are, there's somepony who wants it."

"Uh, no- thanks, I'll just...be on my way"
"Alrighty then, come on back if'n you've got somethin'."

Walking down the street, holding Anna firmly, Booker continued to glance at the tents as he passed them, not staying in one place for too long as he wound his way around the large market place.

'How long does this place go on for?' he wondered, carefully side-stepping many of the small horses crowding the street.

Subjected to Elizabeth's...uniqueness, Booker'd seen a lot of things- but this, he was sure, took the cake. It looked like something that Anna would think of...

Trailing off, he glanced down at his daughter, who was currently taking in everything around her. Her stomach soon rumbled, the small girl blushing as she peered up at him questioningly.

The horse's large eyes widened, and it zipped away, galloping full speed in the opposite direction.

'This might be harder than I thought...' Twilight thought to herself, watching the small filly dart away, thanks in no small part to Pinkie Pie.

"Did anyone see? I don't think they did" the pink mare affirmed, climbing off of Twilight.
"Pinkie, why did you do that?" the purple alicorn asked "I was just about to get rid of my books!"
"The rules of the Exchange clearly states, that both ponies must be happy with the trade- I couldn't just let you trade for something useless!" the mare said, extending a scroll from above.

She shook her head, knowing better than to question Pinkie's antics, remembering the trouble it caused her last time.

"Luckily, I'm here to help!" Pinkie said ecstatically, hopping up to a podium that hadn't been there a minute ago.

Donning a hat, striped-shirt, and false mustache, Pinkie began attracting ponies to the small table she'd set up.

As more ponies gathered, Twilight could only blush as she shrank back, attempting to hide herself from the crowd. She knew full well that she couldn't, being that it was her stall.

A biped caught her attention weaving through the sea of ponies gathered around the table, all still bidding what they had. Twilight saw the foal in the taller's grasp, and wondered if the both of them were new to the exchange, given the stallion looked like he had no clue where he was going. She regarded it with a curious expression as it reached into its side, pulling out a small club with the hand not holding onto the foal. Raising it in the air, a sudden blast scared her out of her wits, along with the ponies gathered before her. Panicking, they bolted, running away from her stand as Pinkie was nonplussed by the small explosion.

"Hey! What's the idea?" she asked, her getup suddenly gone.
"Crowd control-" he- the voice was too low to be female, stated, pocketing club-like object "-they can get out of hand if it got any larger than that."

'That's a bit of an overstatement...' Twilight thought as the hairless biped readjusted his saddlebag.

"B-but-"
"It's just as well, Pinkie," Twilight said, "they should want my books because they really wanted them, not just because they belong to a princess."

The taller biped regarded her with a cocked eyebrow, the smaller one with fascination.

"Pardon me if I'm blunt, but- just what are you?" the princess asked, circling the stallion and his foal, looking him up and down.

"I could ask you the same thing." Booker replied, purposely dodging the question.

The foal's stomach rumbled, and 'Booker' looked down at her, before picking her up, much to the foal's enjoyment.

"Sorry, gotta go" he said simply, walking through the crowd gathered to find out what happened.

They parted as he approached, letting him pass as Twilight continued to stare at him, his behavior intriguing her as she thought more on his appearance.

Realization came to her, as she realized the biped had avoided her! He was getting away! He could at least be kind enough to give her his last name!

With that, the lavender alicorn took off after this 'Booker', Pinkie following as she kept up, hopping a few feet at a time.

Booker looked over his shoulder, and found the purple and pink ponies following him, weaving through the crowd. He picked up the pace, and ducked behind one of the vendor's tents, narrowly avoiding his pursuers. Taking a breath, he bent over, both hands on his knees.

'Wait a minute...' he thought, his mind registering that Anna wasn't with him.

"Anna? ANNA!" he shouted, calling for her as he wandered back into the bustling street.

Most of the ponies gave him a wide berth as he continued yelling, cupping his hands around his mouth as he frantically scanned the area- the young girl nowhere in sight.

Flying down the road, he dodged a cart coming down the street, barely missing it as he ran past an orange regular pony, and a white horse with a purple mane, donning a horn.

"How could I miss it?" Rarity replied, the baffled unicorn watching the strange creature yelling 'Anna' repeatedly "What do you suppose that was all about?"

"I ain't sure...think it had somethin' ta do with that smaller thing we saw wanderin' around?"
"It's a possibility," Rarity admitted "they do look quite similar..."
"Ya think it needs help? It looked pretty worried..."

"That's an excellent idea, Applejack," she affirmed "and perhaps a certain third party could decide which of us is the better friend?"
"We can, but I can tell y'all right now- he'll pick me."
"Are you so sure?"
"Yep, ah'm willin' ta give up my pie pan fer yer fancy jewelery."
"And I told you, that I will gladly let you get said pan if you take my things, along with yours."

"Anna? Anna sweetie, where are you?" Booker called, peeking through the cracks in the tents he passed, hoping to at least find her passing one of them.

He was growing frantic- what if he never found her? What if someone took her? What if he had a repeat situation with Elizabeth? Missing for almost another twenty years? He couldn't stand the thought, how was he supposed to cope with it if it actually happened?

'Stay calm Booker,' he thought, steeling himself as he continued his search 'panicking will only make things worse.'

Convincing himself that his daughter was fine for the moment, he practically flew down the street, desperately searching for any sign of Anna.

Plenty of horses, still no sign of his daughter- sighing to himself, he tiredly continued his mission.

Twilight ducked behind a cart carrying several crates, each one containing a chicken. She'd made it just in time, the creature almost spotted her- the whole purpose of following him was to find out more about his species, if that happened, this whole thing would be pointless!

"Twilight." the pink mare said, causing the purple alicorn's ear to flick in response.

"Why don't you just go walk up to him and ask him?"
"How did you-"
"You've been muttering to yourself for the past few minutes."

"Pinkie- I just can't go up and...and talk to him." Twilight stated.
"Why not?" she inquired.
"What if he's royalty? An important dignitary from his land, sent here to see our way of life?"
"So? You're a princess, you're royalty too- you'd just...talk about royal things!"

"But what if he isn't a prince? What if he's just somepony we've never seen before?"

"Then you'll have lots to talk about!" she giggled, dragging Twilight behind her as she hopped towards the creature.

The princess stuttered as her friend plopped her beside 'Booker'- she turned, and prepared to scold her friend, only to find the pink mare zipping down the street- presumably to find their other friends. She tapped her hooves together nervously as she glanced up at him, the bipedal creature oblivious to her presence.

It spun on its heels, making her jump. He stared down at her with a manic look in his eye.

"Have you found her? Have you found Anna?" he asked, taking her by the shoulders.
"I-I-I-"

A shrill scream filled the air, and Booker's head shot up. Dashing away, the biped ran towards the source of the noise- what had made it, Twilight had no clue. Yet she found herself following, at any rate, and was curious to know more about Booker, as well as who this 'Anna' was. Was it the foal? Or maybe a spouse?

She found herself thinking too much on it, and instead decided to investigate further into the matter, running after Booker- the biped's height making him easy to follow.

Booker's boots pounded against the road as he ran, following the distinct sound of Anna's scream. He took a sharp right, and soon came to a dead-end, nothing but vendor tents surrounding him. Swearing under his breath, he turned and ran the other way, making his way past a small collection of oddly shaped lamps, as well as a horse with a rainbow for a mane. His mind demanded that he stop and question it, but his heart was louder, telling him to keep going, rushing through the crowded street. A gathering of the horses exclaimed in protest as he pushed past them, practically stepping over them as he ignored them.

Running into an open area, he spied her, a large, two headed dog furiously licking at her face, the small girl laughing as it did so.

It spun, and growled at him, both sets of teeth barring themselves as its hackles raised themselves. He decidedly couldn't just use his pistol, one reason being that he would be shooting the thing right in front of his daughter- the other being that the thing was chained to a post, meaning that it probably belonged to one of the horses wandering around her. That could spell trouble for him if he wasn't careful.

Opening his bag, he removed the bottle of Bucking Bronco from it, the black and orange symbol of the horse on the topper staring back at him. Popping off the top, he downed some of the liquid, the almost-sour stuff sliding down his throat, pushing the bottle back into his satchel. As he did so, his hands were already began to crack and fray, looking like they'd been laying out in the sun too long, and dry as a desert.

The initial queasiness had passed, and Booker held his hand out towards the dual-headed dog. His palm spread, sweat ran down his forehead as the dog was lifted into the air, hovering a few feet off the ground. It figured out what was going on, and it snapped it jaws fruitlessly as it hung in the air. Booker approached Anna quickly, and took her firmly by the hand, leading her away from the dog before the vigor's power wore off. Picking her up, as to not lose her again, he hugged her for all she was worth, squeezing her tightly against him. She wrapped her arms around him, returning the affection. Holding her out, he began to admonish her, happy that she was safe.

The young girl giggled happily, then touched his nose, her small fingers gently pinching it.

He turned, his expression one of confusion as he discovered the rainbow-horse he'd darted past earlier, as well as a yellow coated one with a voluminous mane of pink.

"Um...magic?" he tried.
"How? You don't have a horn." the horse pointed out, shooting him a glare.
"Is there a problem with that?" he deadpanned.

"No! No- it's not like that, just- how the hay can you use magic if you don't have a horn?" she said hurriedly, glancing around to the crowd behind them.
"Practice" he responded, deciding to keep the answer short.

"But how?!" she pressed.
"None of your business" he replied curtly, turning away.
"Hey! I'm not finished with you!"
"But I am, bye"

"Rude." Rainbow said.
"I'm sure he had a good reason," Fluttershy suggested softly "he did have his foal with him."

"Yeah, probably...let's follow him!"
"Oh, but...what about your book? We still need to get this lamp back to the mythical creatures vendor."

The pegasus' head alternated between the mysterious creature, and Fluttershy, trying to decide which would get her the first-edition faster.

"Yeah, you're right," Rainbow conceeded, trotting in the opposite direction, her friend following "we'll probably see it again- if somepony else gets that book, it'll be gone forever!"

'Note to self, subject 'Booker' is capable of levitation,' Twilight thought to herself, slipping past a tent, where a dark grey unicorn stallion and a rose-colored crystal pony were haggling with what they had 'subject is extremely defensive of his foal.'

She continued compiling the information about 'Booker' in her head, sorting everything she knew about him in neat, mental piles.

'You'd learn a lot more if you followed Pinkie's advice.' a small part of her brain stated.

'I can't just waltz up to him, I need to go about this scientifically- if I embarrassed myself...I...I...'

'It can't hurt, you can talk to him- you're basically the MC here, it'll be a 'meeting amongst royals' to him-'

'If he isn't, you'll just be a friendly princess greeting him- after all, wasn't it us that said we didn't want to sit on a pedestal all day?'

"Whatcha doin', Twilight?" Pinkie asked.
She jumped, surprised at her friend's sudden appearance.
"Pinkie..." she said, holding a hoof over her heart.
Her friend giggled, then joined Twilight in watching the biped and his daughter.

Twilight took a deep breath, realizing that, once again, she'd let something small almost get the best of her. Her inner reasoning was correct, and she should have nothing to fear from chatting with a mysterious creature that she'd never heard of. Steeling herself, the princess took a single step forward, fully prepared (and a bit nervous) at the prospect of talking with 'Booker'.

Imagine her surprise when Rainbow Dash came flying out of nowhere, taking her by the hoof.

Revelation

by The Infinity Doctor

This wasn't in the job description...