After my brain finally rebooted from that revelation (and I still don’t understand what happened fully), I asked my friends if I could ask my mom some questions in private.
After they left, I dropped the first thing I was wondering, “Mom, where did you get my name from?” A simple question, yet it could have a huge story behind it.
“To be honest, I named you in honor of a friend of my that disappeared shortly after your aunt was banished,” she told me.
“What can you tell me about her?” I questioned.
“When my parents found her, she looked a lot like you. The only difference was the fact that she had several scars on her barrel. You…. you remind me of her a lot.” Since I didn’t want to have her in a bad mood (trust me, you don’t want her in a bad mood), I decided to change the subject.
“Ok….how about my loss of control of my…‘ability,’ or whatever it was, during the wedding?”
“Not sure,” she admitted, to which I lowered my ears in disappointment, “Though I do have an idea.” My ears suddenly perked up at what she said. Seeing my reaction, she continued, “Although I’m not sure how much of this is true, I do know it was before I was born. Ancient texts mention a lost tribe of ponies that were able to access something called the ‘Spirit Realm.’” Stopping for a moment for me to take it in, and to catch her breath, “The texts mentioned that they had four abilities, but only three are known, to peer into it, to take in energy from it, and to fade into it…”
“Wait a moment,” I said as I realized that I may be a long lost descendant of this tribe, “What did the texts say the realm look like?”
“It’s similar to Equestria, but the only difference is that it’s grayscaled. Why do you ask?” My eyes widened at that, as that sounded exactly like what I seemed to see when I was captured by changelings the first time, when I learned I could go invisible.
“Umm… remember that thing I mentioned when the Joke was still affecting me?” a nod, “ Well, whenever I go invisible, that is exactly what I see.”
‘Sign one,’ a voice said.
“Odd, the texts also mentioned that those from the tribe have a silver aura for their magic...”
‘Sign two.’
“...there is also the fact you can seemly take in extra energy and magic from seemingly nowhere…”
‘Sign three.’
“...though what I don’t understand is just why you are showing these traits, could be a coincidence.” she finished.
‘At this point, I doubt it…’ I thought. “I guess the only thing to do now is to rest until I get discharged,” as that word left my muzzle, a doctor came into the room.
“Ok, you majesty, your daughter is free to go,” he said.
“You told equestria of my existence while I was out, didn’t you?” I asked.
“There was no point in hiding it anymore, as just about everypony in canterlot was aware of your presence when Twilight brought you to the hospital, that and the explosion of energy that you released was felt all over equestria,” she told me.
Sighing, I got off of the bed, stretching my limbs and wings to wake them. “Looks like I’m going to have to stay in Canterlot until this blows over…” I muttered to myself, following my mom out the door, only to be greeted by a lot of reporters. Before I could say anything, I got bombarded by questions, questions that I didn’t want to answer, so I instead just looked at my foster mother for help.
“Come on, my little ponies, give my daughter some room, she just got out, after all,” she managed to disperse the crowd of reporters, who were grumbling about not getting their answers. I mouthed ‘Thank you’ towards my foster mother as we walked back to the to the castle to get my old room set up as I was probably going to stay there until things die down.