The Choice

by Not_available_now

Chapter 38. Delving into Martin's mind.

Chapter 38. Delving into Martin’s mind.

Martin heard a loud noise, a loud thump. His eagle had fallen to the ground, completely turned to stone. He rubbed his eyes. “What was that?” Came out of his mouth, although it sounded a bit drowsy; that represented his situation at the moment.

He put his arms under him and looked around. The first thing that caught his attention was the very scared cockatrice. The cockatrice, since it just wasted its once-a-day petrifier, didn’t have too much of a defense, so it did the only sensible thing: it ran.

After Spike kept leaving the window open, and he did it a lot, she installed the windows at an angle, so that they would close after time, 1 minute to be exactly, an enchantment made sure of that.

So when the cockatrice returned to the window it had entered through, it couldn’t get through. This cockatrice was quite scared, so it didn’t think, but just slammed itself repeating on the glass.

Even though Martin had no idea what was going on and he hadn’t found the stone eagle yet, he didn’t take too kindly at the constant noise. So he walked up to the cockatrice and caught it by its neck.

The cockatrice gave a shriek and tried to fight back, but since a cockatrice is around three quarters of a pony’s height and Martin is around twice as high as a pony, it didn’t stand much of a chance.

It screamed some more as Martin walked back to his spot on the couch. He put the cockatrice on the couch and held it down with his stump. He grabbed and shook his pillow to get it out of the cover. He then had an empty sack and a screaming creature that fit in the bag. The bag was large enough because Twilight was worried that they might be too small, so she bought them super jumbo sized.

He stuffed the screaming cockatrice in the bag and put it on the ground. He held the bag under his arm as he shoved a large pile of books closer to him. He put the bag and the ground and put the pile on the end of the bag, holding it closed.

He got the task done, even with only one hand, and laid back on the couch, content with the fact that there was no longer any sound that stopped him from getting a good night’s rest, but some other pony knew that it would be no calm night for him.

Luna peered into the orb. She could do it without the orb, but it would be even more painful. Peering into someone’s mind was easy, but understanding and seeking through their brain, their very self is a lot more demanding, for both the one who looks and the one who is looked upon. Usually this orb would be used on enemies, since it would be painful for the receptor, but she would be calm and easy, since she still would be looking at Martin.

So Luna was using this ancient artifact. The artifact was only usable who is an expert in magic of the night. The books that told about that kind of magic were locked up and only accessible by a few ponies. Only Luna was an expert in night magic and since she helped in the creation of the orb in one of her darker days, so it would be even easier for her in comparison to any ordinary expert in night magic.

So the kept on peering into the orb, controlling the swirling mist inside and focusing it on a particular place and on a particular human. She closed her eyes as her mind’s eye, combined with the strength of the orb, started entering the first layer of Martin’s mind.

She saw nothing. His conscious mind was empty, which is logical, since he was sleeping. The color of the mist in the distance of the conscious mind can tell a bit about the personality of the one who is looked at.

Blue means strength. White means wisdom. Red means malice and evil. Green means bravery and courage. Purple means strength in magic. Dark blue means a tendency to the night; this means one has a tendency to turn to night, or dark, magic and lead a nocturnal life. Yellow means an accepting mind, a kind one and orange means that one speaks truth and the truth only. A mix is possible too or another color all together, creating a unique personality. Usually these ponies are special and perform extraordinary feats. An example is Starswirl the Bearded, whom is the father of many great spells.

Martin’s mind was something that looked like a child’s blanket that has been mended over and over. The color pattern consisted of something that looked like polka dots randomly thrown on a blanket of stitched together colors.

The colors floated around, blending together and mixing. There never was a clear view of a section. As soon as Luna looked at a spot a second time it already had changed.

There were differences in quantity though. Red was only present in small dots and they were far and few in between. One of the more present ones were white and yellow, with a few dark blue here and there. She deduced that they were present due to the corrupt magic in his body.

She was surprised to see some purple, since he never actively used magic, and some colors she had never seen in anybody’s mind, not even in the unique cases she had seen. She was baffled and a bit scared too. Not once in her long lifetime had she seen this.

She feared of what was lying deeper in his mind, but she continued on, determined to find out what Martin thought of her.

She focused her magic once more and delved deeper into Martin’s mind. She went into the second layer, the subconscious. This is the subconscious that controls all of the functions that the conscious mind doesn’t cover.

Everybody’s mind is different too in this aspect. Some minds are organized, with file cabinets and a complete staff manning the mind office. Some minds are just one big pile of paper and one lazy ‘person’ working there. The ‘people’ working there are just exact copy of the person that owns the mind. They go around and do the stuff the body has to do, like breathing and making sure that you keep sweating.

Martin’s mind consisted only of one big computer. A large hunk of metal with a couple of wires and a few meters on the front. One lonely screen sat on the front with a generic keyboard and a mouse in front of it.

Luna had gotten curious and walked over to the screen. There were computers in Equestria, but they were very simple and were only standing in its child stages.

She pressed down on the mouse experimentally and the screen turned on. Green text appeared on screen saying: “Password?” Luna had no idea what to type in and when she tried something her hooves were too big for the screen so after a few seconds of typing the whole screen was filled with an assortment of random letters.

It was a wonder she didn’t hit the enter key up to that point, but she soon did. And when she did that a large ‘WRONG!!’ appeared on screen and she stood there, intrigued by the fact that it changed so quickly.

Before she could react a trapdoor opened up under her and she fell through, into the inky black that was another part of his brain. She screamed, but since she wasn’t there physically, no one heard her.

Author's Note:

Best B-day ever.
Not only did i upload a chapter, but the steam summer sales have begun too. My wallet is going to hate me.
Have fun!

Comments

[Lord Charles]

A herbivore going into the mind of a apex predator? Madnessthecardking.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/HM-SB-620197-1014x1024.jpg .

[Not_available_now]

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Meh, at least she can't find any clop there

[Lord Charles]

2865399 No porn folder in the mind of a adolescent? I call bullshit!

[Not_available_now]

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I was talking about the other kind of porn, the kind that cloppers clop to.
And don't worry, she will find something.

[Lord Charles]

286890424.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1dbmsTCmZ1qbxq6qo2_250.gif good....good. oh don't mind here shes just there to make sure Luna stays happy.

[Not_available_now]

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I do think that you are going to love what he is going to find.\
I will be very wacky.