Chapter 11
Existence
The forest was back to being its normal dark self the next day. Inn was trying to get some studying done before she left for work. She had some of her books on the floor around her as she read, going back and forth between them constantly.
She was almost done when there was a knock at the door. Who would be out in this part of the forest this early in the morning? She thought about it as she slowly walked to the door. Twilight? It would be nice of her to visit. Just in case, Inn grew a horn for a disguise.
Inn opened the door, and saw three young fillies with youthfully curious eyes standing in front of her.
“You've got a nice little place here ma'am. What's it made of?” a yellow and red filly asked.
“Yeah, it’s so cool!” exclaimed an orange and purple filly.
“What happened to your mane?” asked a white coated filly with a pink and purple mane.
All the fillies spoke nearly the instant the door opened. Inn was caught off guard. The nearest town had to be a few hours away, and that was for a fully grown pony, it would take even longer for such small foals. Is that where they came from? It was still early, and the sun was just coming out, so how long had they been up?
Inn had lost her fear of the forest after being in it a few times. But these fillies were even more adjusted than she was at that age. Were they crazy?
Cowering a little, Inn answers, “Ah, m-m-my hut is made with m-m-monster parts.”
“Cool!” they answered in unison.
Inn jumped at the quick response to her answer.
“Did you make the house yourself?” the orange one asked.
“Y-yes.”
And with that the fillies where hooked on the new pony and her hut.
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They talked for hours. The three fillies wanted stories. They wanted a sense of adventure. They wanted ideas on how to get their cutie marks.
"Oh Wow! We never thought about trying that!" The orange one exclaimed. "Maybe I can be a Dragon Slayer too!" She looked to her companions, both of whom looked extremely uncomfortable. "What do you girls think?"
“I-I-I don’t recommend fighting a dragon for a cutie mark,” Inn interjected, realizing what she had done. If these fillies tried to slay a dragon, it would be the end of them.
“Well shoot, if the dragon slayer says it’s a bad idea, then maybe it is Scoot,” said the yellow one to the orange one.
“W-w-well you girls have been here for a long time, d-d-do need help getting b-back to your home?” asked Inn as she began to herd the fillies toward the door.
“No thank you, miss, we’re good. Thanks for the tea and stories!” the white filly replied.
And with that, the three scurried off into the forest.
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With no more distractions, Inn could now fly over the forest and have a look around. After yesterday, she had no intention of letting her wings get rusty again. From now on, she was going to fly everyday.
As Inn flew over an open field, she saw something that looked a little odd. Some unusual coloring in the forest. She landed to see a small patch of flowers with petals in varying shades of pink surrounding a yellow center.
“Where are those darn fillies?”
“Now now, we’ll find them, and when we do, Sweety Belle is going to be in so much trouble for coming out here to this icky place.”
“That all y’all can think about sugar cube?”
Inn thought this seemed interesting, so she moved in for closer inspection. She could see two mares, an orange one walking next to a white one.
Just by looking, Inn could easily tell who had said what. The orange one wore a cowpony hat, and had the look of a pony who was used to hard work. The white one, however, Had her purple mane styled perfectly, causing her to stand out from both the environment and her companion.
“Ahh, why is Sweety Belle so inconsiderate of my perm?” the white one asked as she bounced her hair.
“Dont’cha worry about that perm of yours none, we’ll find 'em soon enough.”
For a few minutes the two just called out names, Sweety Bell, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Cutie Mark Crusaders. Scootaloo? Inn thought back to the three small fillies who had invaded her home earlier. one of them had certainly referred to another as 'Scoots' and the other two bore a striking resemblance to these ponies, they must be related.
Inn decided to have a talk with the two mares, so she changed her appearance. She Began to piece together a disguise using elements she had liked from other ponies. Twilight's purple Coat, The Doctor Moonstone's Mane And Tail With Rainbow's Colors, and feather's cutie mark. she decided to keep the wings. then, just to top it off, Inn made herself into a bulky stallion.
“Where in tar-nation are those fillies?” the orange one asked, her tone becoming more irritated.
“Are you two lovely young mares looking for three fillies?” a voice from behind them asked. It was a naturally intimidating and powerful voice.
The two mares turned to look at the stallion. “Yeah, have y'all, seen... 'em?” the orange pony asked, but was then distracted by his mane and tail.
“Ugh, looks like somepony needs grooming,” whispered the white pony.
“So, what are these fillies like?” he asked, walking a little closer.
“Oh, ah, yeah. There's a little yellow one with a red mane and tail. She has a pink bow too.” said the orange one.
“Then my sister is white with a pink and purple mane and tail. She is a unicorn like me.” the white one added.
“And let me guess, the hyperactive orange and purple pegasus is Scootaloo right?” the newcomer inquired.
The two ponies looked at each other. “How-” they both started to ask in unison.
“I saw them in a hut, some distance from here. The owner talked with them for a while, then sent them home. How long have you been looking?”
“Wait, you’ve seen them?” asked the white one.
“I have and I haven’t.”
“Buster you better start makin' a lick of sense or I'll buck you good!” the orange one said, stomping her hoof on the ground.
“I am a pony that does and does not exist. I am definitely here, but I will not always be here. You are the only ponies to see me, and you are the last to see me. If you wish to see my end, it can come soon, but with my end comes a new arrival. This new arrival will also exist but not exist,” said the stallion, saying much, but also saying little.
“Alright, that’s it!” the orange one said. She began to charge at the stallion, but was stopped by the white one.
“Wait Applejack. I want to say some things first.” Rarity's magic had Applejack by the tail, and after she made her request she released the yellow strands. “First, what have you done, or rather, not done to your mane? Don’t you have any sense of style, or for that matter time to clean yourself? You look downright horrid. Second, are you going to introduces yourself or not? Finally, what is this, ‘I have seen and I haven't seen’ and ‘I exist and I don’t exist.’ If you can really ‘end’ your existence, then prove it, and, as you said, ‘end’ your rude existence.”
Applejack was shocked by the rant. “Wow sugar cube. That was a bit harsh.”
The stallion took a quick bow. “Oh, you don’t like the style I was born with, well that can be fixed. Don’t fret, the owner of the style does not like it that much either.” The mane and tail suddenly changed from the chaotic style of Moonstone, to the messy style of Rainbow Dash. “I now exist. My name is Rainbow Blitz. I can exit this existence, but then I will no longer be Blitz. However, I take it that you don’t like this mane either. I think that to please you my existence must be like you.”
With that, Rainbow Blitz became a new pony. A mare with wings and a shiny white coat. The mane and tail were yellow, and styled the same as the marshmallow mare's. A cutie mark of a bunch of bananas finished the ‘new existence.’
“Mah existence has just begun, an' mah name is Charity,” she said in Applejack’s voice. The two mares where rendered speechless not just by the sight, but also the voice of the new pony before them. Amused by the reaction, Charity opened her wings. “Ah’ll check the forest for yer lost fillies, y'all check your homes.”
Charity flew off, leaving Rarity and Applejack staring after her in silent shock.