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// Alone again 
// Story: A Box and A Ball 
// by Jake Witt 
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Calenders exist now... And so do clocks. Its been some years... um... Tia holds a grudge. I forgot how to control my powers so instead of instantly eating a slice of cake I ate a fourth of a regular sized cake translating to all of Celestia's cake rations being a small cake.

I got a letter today that I might get drafted for a war, but if I leave then who will feed the civilians? Food is scarce and everypony is trying to look for Jake's iron ax. Little do they know where the bread comes from. I must protect his- my ax from anyone who wants to abuse it.

I guess I can call this February 10, 0008 A.B. (After Banishment). We are a week into the "Tri-War" and its been getting bad. My form is always earth pony so that I can live with the farmers. Pegasi stopped giving the ground rain and unicorns are attacking the sky, while we are in the cross-hairs. They starved until I got out the axe and started eliminating county hunger with a food drive of bread, carrots, and apples. My nickname in town, Sunny Plains, is 'the Giving One' or 'Mr. All Miracle'.

Since then I've started calling my iron ax "The All Giver". March 3, 0008 A.B. I discovered that I can use the All Giver's power inside my inventory, ponies tried to make me their king and I refused. There was a rumor of Celestia making cake in her castle for herself and said "Let them eat cake!" In reality it was a plot to overthrow Celestia and put me in charge.

"Ya know? I'm just going to give up." I said on a wooden chair / "my throne" with a metal ring on my head. Fun fact: These ponies around me never listened to me until now.
"What was that, sire?" a purple mare asked from nearby. They paraded me all over while I dropped food for the masses with a wave of my hoof.

"Wait. Did you just respond to me?" I said as I sat up while tossing a carrot behind me.
"..."

"No! No! Please respond!"

"Yes my lord. Why are you giving up? I mean, what are we doing wrong?" she asked turning from eye contact.
"THAT! I never asked to be royalty! Last I checked I was being told not to transform into nothing, but an earth pony." I untucked my hind legs and lied on my belly, kicking apples behind me as the conversation starts.

"Transform?" she regained eye contact with me. To show proof I became a flying unicorn, not to be confused with an alicorn which is three races instead of a race with a second race mutation. It made matters worse for me because now everyone is shouting, "ALICORN ALICORN!"