Morty had often heard Death refer to Life from time to time as something not unlike itself, a sort of primal sentient entity. Morty himself had often considered Magic rather close to the same state, though Death never much confirmed either way, because Death liked a little mystery, while Morty was of the opinion that he was just being a dick for the pleasure of it. As such, these 3 beings were prone to enjoying moving Morty between them like a favorite toy or possession and Morty had eventually accepted this fact to a degree, after all how could he not after so many centuries?
It was because of this that Morty had often wondered if Fate, something he was acquainted with since he was in his mother's womb, was a hidden fourth player in the game of his existence (not that Death would tell him either way anyway). This opinion of Morty's usually came about because of little moments such as now popping up from time to time, there had at least to be something out there getting some sort of amusement at his expense.
Morty stared at the filly unpacking on one of the lavish beds, chattering excitedly with the same grumpy royal guard from the previous evening, who shot him a glower and another snort. Just his luck! Out of all the partnered rooms, in all the magical schools in all the kingdom, he had to get the one with the only bloody school aged alicorn princess on the entire planet!
Couldn't he go through one reality without brushing shoulders with some sure to be popular and important mucky-muck?
If your roommate was a princess, it put you in a whole lot of potential for attention from others, and Morty had long lost the stomach for such nonsense ages ago, even if it was only by association and not being one of said mucky mucks himself.
Morty sighed. Well it could be worse, he could be rooming with someone who snored like a dying whale, talked in their sleep, or tried to leap tall buildings in a single bound while sleep walking (all of which he had experienced at one time or another), though the night was still young, and they hadn't climbed into their skivvies yet (metaphorically speaking of course, he had yet to see ponies wearing any sort of sleepwear, kind of pointless when nudity was a standard practice).
As those thoughts went through his brain, said little princess finally took notice of his gloomy presence at the entrance to their shared dorm and bounded over, her wings flapping happily, and her big amethyst eyes shinning with excitement.
"Oh my Equestria! isn't this so exciting?!" she gushed.
Morty shrugged, squeezing past the looming bulk of her bodyguard who snorted down at him in a manner that promised nothing good for Morty if he didn't hoof the line, and started setting up his half of the room.
"Its a change of scenery I suppose," Morty grunted, as he un-shrunk his trunk, setting it at the foot of his nice looking oak bed with its soft pale lavender blankets and creamy silk sheets.
"Oh I know!" the princess continued to chatter, bouncing next to him and unapologetic stared at his meager possessions (or at least meager to her point of view, considering there appeared to be a modest selection of formal gowns hanging in the wardrobe across from her identical bed and a mountain of bright pink luggage).
"OMC! is that the latest Daring Do?!" she gasped, spotting the spine of the book he had pulled out and lay on his bed, swiping it from the messy pile with a flare of magic.
Morty snatched the book from the Princess's hooves and levitated it protectively close to his chest, "Yes, but I am not finished yet," he stated primly, as he tossed the last of his things off his bed with an errant flick of a hoof, sending the small pile of clothing to the floor and kicking it under. Somewhere in the room a maid unseen behind the luggage whimpered at the disorder.
Morty, who had been looking to relax a bit before the fracas of the first day of classes the next day, mentally sighed as that little plan seemed to have gone out the window. The filly, whose color scheme matched the school's decor quite well by the way, just pouted at him, stuck her muzzle in the air and fell back onto her own bed, shooing the help away.
Morty had five minutes of blessed silence until a voice piped up "You know, the book only came out today I hear. I didn't have enough time to send someone to pick up one for me, and the first shipment is likely to be sold out by now..." her voice trailed off expectantly, eyes directed at him big and shinny and oh so puppy dog.
Morty, rolled his eyes, turning his muzzle back to said book, and licked the tip of his hoof, turning the page (even though he didn't have to) in a dramatic fashion.
Another few minutes then..."You know, my cousin Blueblood is attending this year as well, just five minutes with the book and I could introduce you?"
Morty had no idea who Blueblood was, and lowered his book to tell her so. He was meant with even bigger shining eyes, trembling bottom lip in full perfect pout, she had even managed a slight tear to hang from the corner of an eye.
He blinked and then turned back to his book, saying casually with reluctant manners, "so, my name is Morty by the way, yours?"
The look went up another notch, "Princess Mi Amore Cadenza," she introduced herself, still managing something of a regality when saying all that formal nome de plum and still maintaining the puppy dog look. Huh, guess he could give her one reluctant point for some how managing that.
"Well, that's a mouthful," Morty hummed, "listen Caddy,"
"Cadence, actually."
"Whatever, now since we are likely to be roommates for a good long while, let me clarify something with you."
He leaned forward, gesturing with his hoof with an shifty look.
She also leaned forward expectantly, looking intrigued.
He cleared his throat, still with that pleasant tone, "Never ask me for anything, and I wont tell thee to shove thy royal horn up thine royal rump."
Cadence blinked, and Morty had to admit that her flummoxed, then scandalized look when she realized what he said sunk in was far more enduring.
Morty chuckled, amused, as he leaned back against his pillows, "I don't share princess, and the only thing I would even consider sharing is advice in never asking me for anything."
Morty laughed as the princess spluttered in confusion (over the later comment) and outrage (over the former).
"Well...Well fine then! see if I care!" she huffed, puffing out her cheeks in displeasure and sulked on her bed while Morty enjoyed the return of his uninterrupted blissful quiet.
So will Celestia recognize Morty for what he really is? Master of Death and all cause she herself is somewhat an immortal being?
7226363 probably not, though she may recognize that he is different in some fashion from other ponies, just not how.
Enter Caddy!
Now shipping is expected...
Why morty is cold to Cadance? As someone who live so long and experience both positive and negative bonds he should know that yang Cadance don't deserve that kind of cold behavior
yes finally someone that seems unaffected, and sorry but if this is Cadance then I probably need to get to know her in your story before I like her.
Another thing would be I hope that her bodyguard isn't going to boss him arround and give him less Freedom because he is sharing a room with her.
I hope you can make his change in personality believeable, I often hate it if the main char or a character like this, get'S more or less taken away by his friends, getting their will forced on himself in a way that is changing him like he always wanted it, or as if he was wrong with everything he ever wanted before.
I often like it more, if he still has his own wishes and they still make sense, that it isn't a crime should he not want to help someone for once if he isn't that big friends with them, or if he doesn't want to attend to one of his friends activities. I hope you know what I mean, I don't think that they are completely weird or something like that, but sometimes I don't think it is important what the main char wants, there is no grey, but only white(good), or black (bad) stuff.
Well otherwise a good chapter, I didn't knew if I was in the mood, but it was good.
Transition chapters, they suck but not having can be far worse.
7226414 it is likely because he is hoping she won't want anything to do with him and if he isn't friends with her then others won't bother him about her. His logic is flawed but understandable.
7226367 unless he's still around in a few hundred years, then she might start asking questions.
Heh, the beginning of a wonderful rivalry. I wonder if Morty will be good friends with her over time anyway. All I expect is that she'll be bullied at school (wasn't she also targeted by Sunset?), and Morty won't want to be part of that.
7226414 he's been around so long he's got the personality of an old dude who takes the frisbees that land in his lawn, never to be heard from again.
7226802 I'd rather think of him as The Doctor, as described by Amy in The Beast Below: What if you were really old, and really kind and alone? Your whole race dead, no future. What couldn't you do then? If you were that old, and that kind, and the very last of your kind... (turns to look at the DOCTOR) you couldn't just stand there and watch children cry.
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He knows what it's like to be bullied, if he remembers, and wouldn't want anyone to go through the pony equivalent of Harry hunting
7288703 yeah just take out the kind part
I would like to have a new chapter please.
Rereading this I can't help but wonder what Harry's special talent will be, we know what his cutie mark will be but what the talent will entail is another matter. I also wonder how he is going to get his cutie mark. Hopefully there will be new chapters soon.
His talent will obviously be the abbillity to kill the mood...
XD just kidding
But damn he became the god of Snarkiness..
Snape is rolling in his grave
A Potter stole his title...
Does this mean Morty will be Cadance's best friend at the Wedding?