• Published 17th Jun 2016
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The Storyteller - Wonder



Gather round young ones. I shall tell you the tail of how we humans fell from grace and how the new world was born from the ashes.

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Personal Log- Entry 83

Well holy crap. Eve is actually learning English. These furry little ponies never cease to amaze me. She somehow spoke a full sentence today. Although somewhat broken, I'm pretty sure 'You is under knowing my saying words?' counts as a sentence, even if it is the worst translation I've ever heard. But hey, progress is progress.

Speaking of progress, the big white horse that I have decided to call Big One sent a letter to Eve today. Through broken English and a painful round of charades I think they found something interesting in the ruins of the Helix. They don't have a word for anything in the building, so I'm guessing they want me to tell them what it is that they actually found.

The others mares are busy packing their saddles bags so I'm assuming this will be an extended visit. Unfortunately I have nothing to pack so I am stuck watching them. At least they are kinda cute so I won't be completely bored. Damn, why are these creatures so adorable. If these things existed back in my time, they would have been a hit with kids.

I'm a little curious as to how we are getting there, this time. The train is fun and all but I really would like to try out one of those chariots. They look unsafe but fun at the same time.

...oh, never mind. Eve is holding train tickets. She has to suck the joy out of everything. Even if it's unintentional.


Apple is starting to concern me. While I am now used to all the unnecessary hugs she has been giving me, after all I did save her sisters life, I am not used to is her cuddling me. She has had her hooves wrapped around my torso and been nuzzling me for the past seven minutes. She doesn't even seem concerned that other ponies are looking at her odd. Her friends seem to be finding it hilarious as they are just watching and giggling as I use Apple's head as a bench to write on.

We have at least an hour before we get to Aurea. Sixty minutes of boring cuddle filled minutes. Normally I wouldn't care about waiting but this would seems to be affecting me on a mental level. Maybe there is something in there atmosphere that has an affect on human physiology. Only time will tell.