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// Chapter Number Five  
// Story: An Epic Tale of Epic Proportions 
// by GamingWolf 
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Factual Theory's Lair

With the recent turn of events, the scientific mare watched the sleeping boy closely. The fact that he was keeping his mind sealed tight and empty kept her on edge. What was he plotting? She spent all afternoon creating a device that would allow him to share his thoughts with whoever he wanted. With the device, she did not need to waste precious energy on her telepathy spell, and made it easier for him to communicate with. He had been helpful with her calculations and even helped clean the place up a bit. He also knew how to brew the tea the way she wanted, but she kept a close guard around him. Especially, considering recent events. A happy humming voice interrupted her thoughts. She saw her assistant Cobalt Blossom sweeping the floor. Especially, considering recent events. 
She walked over to the blue, young mare, who was dancing while sweeping the floor. "How convenient that you. . ." Factual Theory stopped when she noticed her assistant continue her dancing. Then she noticed the wires connected to her ears. The painted mare pulled the wires out with her golden magic. 
Cobalt Blossom spun around on her back hooves and locked eyes with the crossed doctor. "D-Did you need s-something, Doctor?" she chuckled nervously as the older mare's green eyes pierced her. 
"How convenient for you to suddenly have to 'help your mother' last night," Factual Theory continued, in a stern voice, "Cobalt Blossom." 
"Y-Yeah. Lucky, right? Who would have guess having seven brothers and eight sisters would come in handy, huh?" Cobalt Blossom replied nervously, she swallowed the lump in her throat audibly. 
"I found you on the streets, Cobalt Blossom," Factual Theory growled and glared daggers at the young mare. Her horn lit up and she readied the spell to blast her traitorous assistant away. "You don't have a family." 
Cobalt Blossom's icy blue eyes shrank to the size of a grain of sand. 
A hand clasped her horn, shorting out the spell. "What?" Factual Theory saw Jason standing beside her with his arm cocked back.
My apologies. 
His fist connected with the side of her head and her world went dark. 
Cobalt Blossom watched in horror as the big creature punched the doctor. He turned to her and smiled.
Are you okay?
"Y-Yes," Cobalt Blossom answered still in shock, "thank y-you. Plus one hundred points."
Do you know where my brother is? He looks exactly like me; we're twins.
"No, I'm sorry. Oh! I work as a maid in the castle during the day and I overheard Princess Celestia say there were two other creatures that look like you in the hospital wing of the castle. Although," she looked down at her hooves, "she said there was one that was disfigured." She scratched the concrete floor with a blue hoof. She peeked up at him from behind her light gray mane. The light haloed around him making him appear even more heroic in her eyes. He knelt down on one leg and smiled at her friendly. 
Do you think you can take me to talk to Princess Celestia?
"Well, you would kind of stand out. . ." Cobalt Blossom began as she examined the tall creature before her. His chocolatey eyes seemed kind enough to her. "I can go see her sister, Princess Luna, now. They hold open court every day. They rule Equestria together."
I would appreciate that.
"It would be the least I could do," Cobalt Blossom returned his smile. She stopped herself before she left, "You should probably tie her up. She has a warrant for her arrest." 
Aye, aye, Captain!

Canterlot  

Geoffrey had to admit that Mason was one of the most vulgar teens he has ever met. Granted, Geoffrey would also have to admit that he has not met many people over the years. Minor detail, in his opinion. He sat in the white rocking chair perfectly still, barely breathing, and not staring at the invalid, per his request; while they both awaited the arrival of Princess Celestia's pupil. 
Through perseverance and persistence, Geoffrey managed to learn a few facts about his new friend. He learned that Mason was fourteen, born and raised in a place called "Pennsylvania", he has a deaf twin brother, and both his parents are deceased. Geoffrey picked up on his bitterness and hate towards the world when they first met. He hoped he would be able to help change Mason's outlook. 
Someone kill me now. Mason thought grimly. If only boredom could kill.  
A nurse had drawn blood from Mason earlier, to "run tests on". For some reason, that made Mason feel uncomfortable. What if they found something they disliked? What if they had to imprison him? He decided to stop this train of thought. Choo choo! 
One would think being lifted up by magical forces would be fun. . . they would be wrong. Being enveloped in magical energy felt like sticking your finger in an electrical outlet and the sudden moving, gave him crazy vertigo. He never wanted to experience that again. The mere thought of it gave him nausea. He would hold his bladder for as long as he could. Approaching hoof steps grabbed his attention. They stopped in the doorway of the room. He heard Geoffrey stand. 
"Good evening," she spoke warmly. 
Geoffrey walked over to the white unicorn mare with the pink and light purple mane, "Greetings," he bowed respectfully, "My name is Geoffrey Anthony Tarsus." 
"Nice to meet you, Geoffrey Anthony Tarsus. My name is Sweetie Belle," she replied politely with a smile. She turned her attention to the young man on the bed. "Is he asleep?" 
"Yes," Mason croaked. 
Sweetie Belle giggled softly and went to the side of the bed, "And what's your name?
Mason sighed, "Jugemu Jugemu Gokō-no surikire Kaijarisuigyo-no Suigyōmatsu Unraimatsu Fūraimatsu Kuunerutokoro-ni Sumutokoro Yaburakōji-no burakōji Paipopaipo Paipo-no-shūringan Shūringan-no Gūrindai Gūrindai-no Ponpokopī-no Ponpokonā-no Chōkyūmei-no Chōsuke," he stated monotonously in one breath. 
Both Sweetie Belle and Geoffrey wore shocked expressions, but it was Geoffrey that spoke up first. "That kidder," he chuckled, "His name is Mason." 
"People have been known to call me by that moniker on occasion," Mason retorted flatly. 
"I see," Sweetie Belle smiled, "Princess Celestia had asked me to come help you both with any questions you may have. What would you like to know?"
"Everything," Geoffrey input. 
"Okay," Sweetie Belle pulled the rocking chair for Geoffrey closer to the bed and a chair for her from the corner with her light green magic, "This might take a while."