Twilight, in her brilliant mind, had come upon a possible way to find out who I was.
In her logic, if I didn't appear in any records, either I wasn't from Equestria, or I came from the past.
I raised an eyebrow.
Therefore, the biggest chance of finding somepony that would know me is if they were very old, and traveled a lot in their life.
Princess Celestia was therefore that candidate.
But then, she thought, Celestia would have recognized me from the pictures. she brought.
Therefore, I must have changed form since then.
My eyebrow could not possibly get higher than it already was.
If Celestia identified my magic instead, then she would be able to see who I really am.
And coupled with a memory spell, it makes sure that she just didn't forget.
That...actually makes a strange amount of sense.
I agreed, and she sent a letter to Celestia immediately. Have I mentioned how cool it is to see a Spike-sent letter?
Spike, by the way, mostly thought of me as a Pegasus version of Twilight. He thought my "freaky magic-seeing thing" was pretty cool, but there wasn't much we could relate with.
As soon as she got the answer, Twilight got us tickets for the next train going to Canterlot.
Thank goodness it was a Saturday. I don't think Cheerilee would appreciate me missing school, especially as I started late in the year. And I don't think I could have stopped Twilight, anyway. She was quite determined.
The ride to Canterlot was pleasant. There weren't that many ponies on the train, and it wasn't that noisy.
It would be nice to see more of Equestria. And I was sort of curious what Celestia looked like. I mean, I saw pictures of her before I went blind, but I meant what she looked like magically. That would be interesting.
Probably just as bright as the sun. At least I didn't have eyes to burn out, anymore.
Anyway, I could just shut off my vision if it was too much for me to handle.
The only way to describe Canterlot, in my opinion, was confusing.
Not the way to describe it; confusing is the description I had for it.
For one thing, it was just so crowded.
For another, a lot of the houses were made of stone. So they were invisible to me.
Same with the streets.
And the whole mountain.
So for all I could tell, I was walking in midair.
The castle, mercifully, had many enchantments on it.
So for me, it was literally a castle in the clouds. Maybe without the clouds. But it was in midair all the same.
We weren't stopped or even checked by any of the guards. Some even greeted her when they were sure nopony else was around.
Apparently being Celestia's personal student helps a bit.
Twilight directed me through the castle, but honestly, I knew where I was going. It's kind of hard to miss Celestia when you can see through walls.
I also saw Luna, recognizing her by her magic, which I saw in the moon and stars each night. Oddly enough, it was quite similar to my own.
How strange.
She did seem, however, a bit weak for some reason. She was probably still recovering from the Elements.
We finally stopped in the room where Celestia was. I could tell it probably wasn't the throne room, because of its lack of size, and the fact that there wasn't any guards there. In fact, if I looked very closely, I could see the vague outlines of beanbags on the floor. Twilight sat in one, and I struggled to do the same, having to try more than once. Celestia's magic was quite blinding, and I was disoriented.
Twilight looked at me in confusion, and I gave a subtle nudge in Celestia's direction.
She gave a soft "Oh."
I turned back towards Celestia, but I kept my face slightly averted. She was rather hard to look at.
I didn't want to turn off my sight, either. I didn't want to unintentionally speak in the wrong direction.
And I wouldn't be able to see her emotions, either.
Right now, I could almost feel the compassion she was radiating. But I knew it wasn't just for me, either. I had felt that before we had even entered the room.
But now that we were settled, Celestia began to speak. "I received your letter earlier today, and I think the idea does deserve some merit. However, do not place your hopes on this. I may have seen many ponies in my lifetime, but there is also a great many that I haven't. But perhaps I will find something familiar. I might be able to find your family, even if I have not seen you personally."
Twilight nodded. "I understand."
Celestia turned her attention to me. "Now I trust Twilight, but I want to be certain. Are you completely sure that you are okay with this? Twilight is already your guardian. We have made a great effort to find your family, and found nothing. Although the spell is not being cast on you directly, I want you to have a choice. Do you want to proceed?"
I hesitated, but nodded. Although I liked Twilight, I wanted to see where I came from. Maybe that would explain a few things. Or maybe even help me regain my lost memory.
Suddenly, she looked confused.
"And I must ask you---why do you avoid looking at me? This is not a formal setting, and you shouldn't fear me. I assure you, you're quite safe."
"Umm...well...you're really bright."
"What do you mean---oh, I see. Twilight informed me about your unique method of seeing. I'm curious---what do I look like?"
"Actually...exactly like the sun."
She immediately dimmed down, not exactly to a normal pony's standard, but enough to be tolerable.
"I'm terribly sorry. I should have realized that you would see something of the sort. Forgive me."
"It's fine. I didn't know you could do something like that."
Apparently Twilight didn't either. "Princess! You have pink hair?!"
Amusement.
"Yes, Twilight. You didn't think I had a magically saturated mane when I was born, did you?"
Silence.
"Well," she said as she gave a slight chuckle. "I think that answers my question. Now we should get on to business."
And with that, she began her spell.
It was a variant of my own Magical Sight, combined with a memory spell. She cast it on herself.
Something was nagging at the back of my mind. How would seeing my magic help her remember me at all? She doesn't see like I see on a normal basis. Why should she recognize me based on my magic. Twilight should know better. And Celestia should have seen her mistake. Were they trying to find something else instead?
I studied Celestia, watching her emotions.
Surprise.
Confusion.
Revelation.
Concern.
"Twilight, I am very glad you were wrong, but in a way, you're also right."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You were wrong about Nightmare Moon. There is no trace of her in him, although you were right to be cautious so close to her defeat. But I do recognize his magic. I know it quite well."
"It is almost indistinguishable from Luna's."