Disguise
"Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise." - by Margaret Eleanor Atwood
Cat's Eye, 1988 book by Margaret Eleanor Atwood.
Celestia held the dustpan in place with magic as Mag swept Funyuns into it. The thieves had trashed the place.
“I would think you'd be angrier,” said Celestia. She had assumed her human disguise again, Mag had no clue why since she was using magic to do things. Maybe it was a distraction, yes that probably was it.
“One thing I've learned about this job is that people turn feral the moment they walk into a convenience store,” said Mag. “If I started shouting every time someone acted like an animal in here, I'd never stop. Oh and is still my fault this happened."
Celestia emptied the dustpan into the plastic trash bin next to her. “Has this place ever been robbed before?”
“Not while I've been working here, but I think it's happened at least once. Okay, I think this aisle is good. What's in the next one?”
Celestia peered around around the corner of the next aisle. “Quite a lot of melted ice-cream. It's mostly dried now.”
“Okay, time for the mop. Isn't that also the aisle they dumped the oil in?”
Celestia took another look. “Yes, over on the other end. Shall we use a towel for that part?”
“Could you do that, please? There are paper towels under the counter.”
“Of course,” said Celestia. She walked over to the lake of car oil at the end of aisle three while rummaging blindly with her magic through the shelves beneath the register. She found the roll of paper towels (a particularly large and thick brand of paper towels Mag regularly ordered from an industrial supply website because, as Mag had told Celestia, customers were animals) floated them over, and pulled off a sheet.
Mag walked out the back door to get hot water from the bathroom. Thankfully she had not left any keys behind when she had left the other day; but that meant every lock was broken and so the doors were mostly useless. She mixed a big bucket with detergent and hot water, grabbed the mop, and went back in.
“Could you also pass me my putty knife?” said Mag. After another rummage, Celestia floated it over.
“Thanks.” Mag dipped the putty knife in the hot water with detergent and got to scraping up ice-cream. Celestia finished sopping up the oil and began gathering the empty wrappers strewn everywhere.
Mag remembered something. “Oh, you know what happened that was sort of like this? That time a pack of coyotes got in at night. They ate everything, puked it back up, and left. Less actual property damage and they didn't run off with the money, but on the other hand, I had to clean it up by myself. Thanks, by the way.”
“I'm hardly going to stand around and watch someone else clean up a mess like this all on her own.” said Celestia, picking up shards of glass from the broken freezer door.
“You're royalty, though.” said Mag.
“Yes, this is unusual for me. I've helped with disaster relief before, righting fallen trees and performing large scale counterspells and moving boulders from roads, that sort of thing, but I don't often clean a floor. Last time was... a few hundreds of years ago. I did a dangerous alchemical experiment that went wrong and the result was too toxic for any of my little ponies, so I had to clean it myself."
"Your little ponies? Why do you call them like that?"
"I honestly don't remember anymore, does it sound bad?"
"No it sounds kind of cute. You're enjoying this, aren't you?”
“I thought it would be insensitive to say so, but yes,” said Celestia smiling. She picked up and threw away the empty ice-cream tubs all over the floor, and hummed a tune as she did it.
Mag shook her head. Celestia was wonderful, beautiful, as unquenchable as the sun, and as perfect as Mary Poppins, and Mag, to her own surprise, appreciated the company. But at the same time, Mag was beginning to understand why the ugly stepsisters hated Cinderella. Then again Celestia was really a unicorn, so Mag could forgive her.
An ugly part of herself didn't want to share the Princess with anyone else, but Mag knew that even if most people couldn't see Celestia true form, ponies were herd animals. Celestia was very very very sociable and that kind of people didn't deal well with not being around many people for a long time. So Mag would have to share HER unicorn, dammit.
“Did you say coyotes?” asked Celestia.
“Yeah, coyotes.”
“It's interesting. We had that species of animal in Equestria.”
“Why are our worlds so similar? Same language, same animals. Is it like that with all the worlds?”
“Most worlds have a number of things in common with each other, but not usually to this extent, no. I had to search for quite some time to find a world with so many similarities. Are you going to use that mop?”
“Right after I finish scraping up this ice cream,” said Mag. “You were looking for a world like yours, then?”
“I had hoped to find a world with inhabitants who understood magic on the same level my people do, so that they might help me determine what has happened to my world. Unfortunately your people are in the age of science so most of them are almost blind to the aether, and, so far as I've seen, you don't even detect it. And your science isn't as advanced as it would need to be to help so I hope we find some human magic users soon. More importantly, I made a new friend.” She smiled and winked at Mag.
“Yes, on the whole, this is a good place, not the best but quite good.”
Mag just lazily sat on a chair, admiring Celestia wonderful human disguise.
“If you're just going to sit there, couldn't you let me use the mop?” asked Celestia.
This was domestic, like Mag was cleaning the family home with a mother that actually cared about her, it was quite nice.
“I'm gonna use it as soon as I finish scraping,” said Mag. “If you want to clean up the rest of the oil, you could just use paper towels and dish soap. That might work better anyway.”
“We'll see, I suppose,” said Celestia. "Oh I almost forgot, I need to set up a laboratory. I'll know more about what I need by the end of today.”
“Why, what happens at the end of today?”
“There are some things I'd like to check in Equestria. Now that I've had time to rest and think, I've realized there are certain samples I need to collect, certain tests I need to run.”
“We're going dimension-hopping?” said Mag. “Cool!”
“'We?'” said Celestia. She deposited one last soapwater-and-oil-soaked paper towel in the trash, wet a cloth towel in a bucket of clean water, and rinsed the soap from the floor.
Mag braced herself for an argument. “Yeah, 'we.' You want me to sit around and wait for you while you go places no human has ever been?”
Celestia set the “wet floor” sign down where the oil had been and cast around for the next thing to clean.
“That's what I'd planned, yes.”
“I have a better plan, and the plan is that you take me with you. And before you tell me it's dangerous, would you say it's more dangerous than the Eldest? Because I survived that meeting just fine, and he even scares you.”
“If I had known then what I know now about your Eldest, I would have pushed much harder for you to stay behind.” Celestia said sternly. It was motherly concern and Mag hated herself a bit by going against her pony unicorn princess mother wishes.
“And you didn't, and it was horrible, and I'm just dandy all the same,” said Mag. “Come on. Do you really want to fight about this? I don't. I'm not one to complain, and I want you to understand that I don't blame you for any of this, but honestly? Hanging out with you is the one and only good thing about my day so far. Even breakfast sucked, and I was looking forward to that. Well no I didn't really suck but only because I had it with you. And because I worry about you."
“I certainly can't say much for that wine, at least,” said Celestia. “And I do appreciate your concern for me. Well, how about this? For the rest of today, you'll teach me about the human world, and then I'll make the Equestria trip tomorrow instead. The first part of today has been difficult, but we can make something of the rest of it.”
Mag tossed the putty knife into mop bucket and got up. “I'm going to stop being subtle. I was always awful at it anyway. I can't let you go back to Equestria alone because of what it was like for you last time you were there. I realize we just met, but having anyone with you while you're in there would be better than having nobody, right? I'm coming with you.”
And now Mag had embarrassed herself. She bent and fished around in the mop bucket for the putty knife, mostly for something to do other than maintain eye contact. You weren't supposed to come out and say that kind of thing, were you? But then she had the pretty pony princess goddess cry on her shoulder and she had even given her hugs.
Mag glanced up at Celestia and saw a touched expression. “I... wasn't looking forward to that part.”
This time it was Mag who got a hug. It felt nice, it felt wonderful, it was nostalgic. How long it had been since Mag's mother had hugged her? She couldn't remember. Then the hug stopped.
And Celestia fixed Mag hair with magic almost like a mother would, if they had magic.
“Glad we settled that,” said Mag, and went to mop the aisle. Her other reason for wanting to come was that she was feeling clingy, but there was no need to mention that.
Because Celestia knew, and Mag knew Celestia was also feeling clingy about Mag. What were the odds that two different people, from different species and culture could just... connect so well?
Then again, maybe that was the point. Maybe Mag was a pawn in the Eldest Humanity chess game. But if it have her a unicorn, she didn't really mind.
Cleaning the store had taken hours even with Celestia and her magic being an immense help, especially when it turned out that she fixed all the broken locks. Fixing the broken machines was beyond her magic unless Mag got Celestia to learn how to fix them without magic first, so that would kind of defeat the whole point of using magic in the first place.
Celestia even fixed the broken glass of the freezer door. Now the only problems were the empty register, the stock shortage, and the fact that she would have to call her boss to tell him about all this, and the last thing she wanted to do right now was talk to someone with a legitimate reason to be angry with her.
Mag snapped the register shut. “I changed my mind. I am mad. Messing up some podunk mountain snack shack is childish, but hey, cleaning up after jerks is half my job. Robbing a convenience store is so mundane that I'm a tiny bit disappointed I wasn't there for it, so I could live the cliché and maybe get some pity points from my boss. But wrecking the ice-cream machines? That's just pure evil."
“I wonder if we could catch the thieves?” asked the goddess.
“I don't even want to look at them.” answered the human.
“We could maybe take the money back, and I wouldn't mind the chance to give them a talking-to,” said Celestia. “We could also call your local constabulary. You have one, I presume?”
“They wouldn't be able to do anything, and anyway, they'd want to catch the thieves, and what if they do? The thieves are probably teenagers. They'd go to juvie, and I wouldn't wish that on anybody. I know what I'm talking about; I spent a couple weeks there. Okay I lied, they go wrecking stuff for fun, they deserve to be there."
“Juvie?” said Celestia.
“Juvenile hall. Jail for kids. And before you ask, no, I'm not a hardened criminal. It was just some stupid teenager stuff.”
“I trust you,” said Celestia. “It confuses and disturbs me that a child can go to jail for a crime that only merits a two week sentence, though. Surely there's a more appropriate punishment.”
Mag stripped open a Slim Jim. “It was going to be a day, but I got in a couple of fights. Does that make it better or worse?”
“I think I don't know enough about your criminal justice system to comment,” said Celestia. “Do you mind if I ask what you did?”
“Ten years ago, I borrowed my parents' car without their permission. Turns out I had got my driving licence and they had said they would let me use the car when I got my licence, but it was a lie. They reported it as stolen because they wanted to teach me a lesson and because they were that kind of assholes. I got pulled over for coming to a rolling stop. The cop found out what happened and took me to the station, I got in a shouting match with the cop, then again with my mom over the phone, and then with my dad in person. Some other cop put his hand on my shoulder from behind and I turned around and decked him, I know that was stupid, and they sent me to juvie for a day be 'scared straight.' Want some Doritos?”
“Some what?” asked Celestia. Mag tossed her a small bag. “Oh, I see. Thank you. And judging by the empty wrappers we threw away, it opens like this.” Celestia opened the bag, crunched a chip and motioned for Mag to continue.
Mag rang up the chips and Slim Jim, but she couldn't make change because there wasn't any in the register, so she wrote herself a sticky note about it and stuck it to the counter. “Anyway, there was this other girl in juvie that hated me on sight. No idea why. That escalated because neither of us knew how to back down, so, long story short, my stay got extended. It wasn't fun, but it could have been worse. I didn't get any scars to start with, not were any knifes or drugs involved."
Celestia nodded sympathetically and ate another chip.
“You aren't appalled at my dark past?” Mag didn't really think it was that big of a deal. Sure it had made it harder for her to get a job, but when she was able to tell the full story it sometimes made her actually get a job instead of losing it.
“That isn't a dark past; that's a difficult adolescence. Goodness, these are salty. May I have something to drink?”
Mag tossed her a water bottle. Celestia opened it without difficulty, apparently they had twist tops in Equestria, and drank a third of it in one go. She set the bottle down on the floor and frowned at her dust stained hand. Doritos tend to do that.
Mag tossed her the roll of paper towels.
“Thank you,” said Celestia. “As I was saying, I've never come across a culture in which adolescence is easy, and some individuals have it harder than others depending on personality and circumstances.”
“Yeah, well, I was an independent-minded and opinionated teenage girl in an authoritarian family,” said Mag. “They had me memorize every bible verse related to obedience when I was a little kid. I had to wear dresses, never pants, and I was supposed to call my parents 'sir' and 'ma'am.' There were a lot more rules, but maybe you get the picture. At some point I started testing boundaries. Little things. Sarcasm, lying, sitting without crossing my legs. They got mad, I got mad, they punished me, I retaliated, they punished me more, I pushed harder, so did they. We fought every day over every little thing. After a couple of years of this, it got to the point where the cops had to come over a couple times a week to pull us apart, and I loved that, because sometimes it meant I could spend the night in a cell rather than at home. Some of the best rest I got back then was behind bars. Eventually I turned 18, moved to the other side of the country without giving them an address, and just generally cut them out of my life. Oh, stop looking all sad. That was the best decision I've ever made.”
“But family-”
“No,” Mag said firmly. “You don't know how ugly it got. You don't know how it felt. Trust me. By the time I left, they were every bit as done with me as I was with them. I think they moved out right after I did, to make sure I couldn't ever come back. This is not one of those stories that ends in a tearful reunion where everyone forgives everyone else. Will you stop looking at me like that? They didn't want a daughter, they wanted a doll that just did what she was told. And worse, they were a bunch of hypocrites. They broke the same rules they told me to obey, they promised things and then didn't do them. I think it was the car thing that became the point of no return. I wasn't really interested in getting a driving licence because I couldn't afford to buy a car; but of course a 'normal' daughter should have a driving licence, right? So they lied about me being able to use the family car if I got my license. What's they say? You can't pick your family but you can pick your friends? Well that's true."
Celestia looked away, but her eyes didn't change.
“Sorry,” said Mag."What was cannot be changed, the past stays being the past. Was I stupid? Yes but I was just a kid. Were they horrible liars, hypocrites and awful parents? Hell yes. But I can pick my friends and I picked you and that has made things better, thank you Celestia."
Celestia sighed. “I have seen families like that. There are few things I loathe more than the estrangement of a family member, but I understand that sometimes there's no other option. It also saddens me that I seem to be your only friend."
The pony Goddess then looked at Mag again. “You heard what the Eldest said to me about my sister, I believe.”
“I remember.” Mag said.
“First, I'd like to say that both my actions and my motivations were completely different from his. The Eldest's comparison doesn't apply in the slightest.”
Mag threw the Slim Jim wrapper at the trash can and missed. “You don't even have to say it. I could tell that that was just him being horrible. God, he's so horrible. What is wrong with that guy? Well besides... okay I know what's wrong with him. I wish I didn't, it would make it easier. I could just hate him without feeling sorry for him."
The wrapper floated the rest of the way into the trash. Mag really had to start learning magic any time soon.
“Because of what he did, because he is incomplete, because of his guilt... That alone would be enough to drive even a Regent insane. But besides that he sees everything in this realm, the past, the present, all possible futures, and every inch of your entire world in each of those contexts. We all take our cues from our environment, and the Eldest's environment as he sees it bears little resemblance to what you or I would recognize as reality. Without his other half to keep the balance, I am amazed that he just didn't decide to end it all by now. Maybe is because of me. What he wants me to do in this broken world I don't know. I can't fix it, I can't give his brother back, I can't give him something to fill the void. And I can't go around fixing this planet problems because that's not my job, is his. I can help some people but I can't help everyone."
Celestia sounded sad at saying that, she was a doer, she did things and being unable to do something to help wasn't something she liked.
"I've met people with brain problems before and not the kind of weirdness insanity I have. You know, people who hear voices and believe weird things. Schizophrenic, that's the word. They weren't like him. Mostly they just seemed scared, and I walked away wishing they didn't have to feel like that. The Eldest wasn't scared. He was a di- a jerk the entire time, and on purpose. He liked it when we got mad and he laughed when I freaked out. And the sadness, the sadness I saw on his eyes when you asked if there was a posible timeline were humans had free will without him having to become a mudererer. And the guilt, so much guilt... You know what, no. I'm done thinking about him. It's just too horrible and depressing. What were you saying about your sister?”
“Let's walk down to the lake as I talk,” said Celestia. “I would like to use it again to travel the worlds, as it's easier to use a reflective surface I've passed through before. The trip to Equestria shouldn't take too long now that I know where this world is in relation to mine, so, with luck, we'll be back by lunch. Are you ready to go, or would you like to rest a bit more?”
“I'm ready.” Mag picked up her purse and walked around the counter.
“It's beautiful here,” said Celestia, looking up at the sun through the pine needles.
“Yeah, I like the mountains better than the city. I lived there a couple months and it was terrible.”
“Was that city so bad?”
“Is a huge city about a hundred miles to the west. It's full of smog and people and there's nowhere to park. And humans need space to park because we have lots of cars. And because there is so many people there is also a lot of crime."
Celestia gazed west. “A pessimistic answer, but I'd like to see one of your cities.”
“You were going to tell a story.” Mag reminded her.
“Yes, while we walk. Shall we?”
Mag led Celestia down a steep dirt path. At first it was just wide enough for one person, so that Celestia had to follow behind Mag, but it opened up and leveled out after a couple of twists in the trail, letting them walk side by side.
“Can anyone see us, do you think?” said Celestia.
“Well, this trail isn't exactly remote, but I can't see any houses, and I don't think there are that many people who would know about a rough little path that goes from the edge of the less popular side of the lake to the back of a convenience store. And once your disguise is gone they will just ignore you and think I am just talking alone "
Celestia let the disguise slip away and breathed deep. “Much better.”
It was hard for Mag to forget that Celestia was a pony unicorn goddess. As a human she was regal but also wonderful and even in what Mag had called the "Mag's ideal mother' disguise there was still something extraordinary there. Only it was well hidden and Mag could only see it because she knew were to look. She wondered how many people who had seen Mag and Celestia in disguise thought they were dating and why did so many people thought Mag was a lesbian. It was the clothes and the fact she didn't care that much about how she looked, wasn't it? How sexist of them.
There was also that sence of pressure when Celestia forgot to dial back her aura of power, but Mag was learning how to deal with it. But then, just when you got used to being around her, she did or said something that reminded you just how old and powerful the winged unicorn goddess of the little ponies was.
And then Mag felt the need to just expend hours brushing the beautiful goddess mane but she didn't have a horse brush and didn't dare to ask... yet.
“I've stalled long enough. I owe you a story.” Celestia settled into a steady, thoughtful walking pace, the better to think and talk. “I wish I could say it started with the parasite, but really, it started because she was alone. Luna is,was, is the princess of the night. She plays other roles as well, but what's important is that she always performed them at night, and our ponies have always slept through the night. Most of them are afraid of the dark, and the dark is what she is. There was no one for her to talk to and no one to vent at. And I did nothing, because I didn't understand what I was seeing in her. People should not be alone in life, Mag.” She gave Mag a meaningful glance.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Tell you what, the next human who can see your true form, and the Eldest doesn't count, he or she gets a free chocolate bar from me. Happy?"
“Yes, is a start. Where was I? Right. Now, there is a kind of creature that preys on sentient beings. There's no proper name for it, but it's essentially a conceptual parasite. Each one is different, with different methods of predation and consumption. The one I am speaking of now, which some call Nightmare, preyed on loneliness by fostering jealousy and then making an offer of power in exchange for a say in the host's decisions. After convincing the host she had no one to care for and the only recourse was to punish the world, the parasite would make its sales pitch. If the host accepted the deal, she would find herself steadily growing in magical strength while losing progressively more control over her actions. Eventually she would have all the power in the world, and all the volition of a marionette.”
“'She,' you keep saying. Did it only prey on women?” said Mag.
“I'm not sure. I never allowed it to spread. I only say 'she' because its host was my sister.”
Mag winced. She could see where this was going. “What did you have to do?”
“I couldn't separate them, and someone like Luna is capable of immense destruction even without the parasite. I wanted to search for a way to cure her, but she forced my hoof by not allowing the sun to rise. I fought her, and imprisoned both her and the parasite inside the moon for a thousand years in the hope that I could come up with a plan before her return.”
“And did you? Come up with a plan, I mean?”
“I did. There are greater powers than I, and she and I used to have limited access to one of them, or perhaps I should say six of them. The Elements of Harmony, they're called. Have you heard the expression 'Omnia vincit amor?'”
Mag scratched the back of her neck in thought. “'Everything,' uh, something, 'love?' Is that 'Love conquers all?' I've heard that. I think someone wrote that in Ancient Greece.”
“That may be where I came across it,” said Celestia.
“I always liked 'Love is as strong as death' better. Love is cool and all, but since when does love beat death? Everything dies. Death always wins in the end. It's like playing rock-paper-scissors-black hole.”
“Perhaps,” said Celestia.
“You used love to beat the demon?”
“I wouldn't use the word 'demon,'” said Celestia. “It's too dignified. It gives the parasite credit that it doesn't deserve. But yes, you could say that. I passed the Elements Of Harmony into the care of six loving ponies. Individually the elements represented virtues, and the ponies lived lives devoted to, well, not always to the demonstration of that virtue, but certainly lives devoted to contemplating what it meant to be generous, kind, loyal, honest and... laughter? And the sixth one, that one was magic. And magic was... not only about magic but about friendship in general. Together the elements and their ponies were a force of Harmony and Friendship. They defeated Luna and the Nightmare at the height of their strength, and, when the six new bearers wielded the elements, they destroyed the Nightmare entirely. So, yes, I would say the 'demon' was defeated with love and friendship and a rainbow of happiness."
"That would totally fit in a cartoon for little girls. Remember to make you watch Sailor Moon later. So, the demon that wasn't a demon?” said Mag.
“Just so.”
“Could you tell me more about those virtues? Which ones did you get, when you and Luna found them? Or could you both use all six if you wanted?”
“They divided themselves between us,” said Celestia. “ As for my elements, it hardly matters now, I suppose, but I had the elements of kindness, laughter, and generosity. She got loyalty, honesty, and magic. Neither of us really exemplified any of those traits, in hindsight, but I also think our ability to live those ideals was less important than the role they've played in our respective lives, just like the new bearers.” Celestia's face twisted with loss. “A student of mine became the element of magic. She would send me weekly letters on what she had recently learned about friendship, and those letters taught me to love them all. Skies and stars, I miss them so much.”
Mag laid her hand on Celestia's back then started to rub it moving her hand in circles.
“What are their names?”
“Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle.”
Then Celestia said suspiciously, “Is something wrong?”
“No, no, nothing, they're wonderful names,” said Mag. She should have known what to expect, really. This was not a good time to laugh. This was not a good time to laugh. It was vitally important that she not laugh.
“Oh, get it out of your system before you hurt yourself.”
Mag gave up and cackled. “I'm sorry! I can't help it. Your world is pure cane sugar. 'Good morning, Fluttershy!' 'Top of the mornin' to you, Twilight Sparkle.'” The laughter faded and all she was left with was confusion. “What I don't get is how something like your world can be real. In your world, ponies control the weather by pushing clouds around with what, flying steam shovels? Meanwhile, in my world, we have the plague.”
“Don't forget that we also had things like the Nightmare,” said Celestia. “You have computers. You have this forest. And, for all your studied cynicism, you're still willing to concede that love is as strong as death. Where did you learn that, if not in a worthwhile world?”
“You're getting preachier by the second. The lake is close, by the way.”
“I can smell the water, there is even something different about it.” said Celestia.
“I come down here on my lunch hour once or twice a week. The lake has a good smell to it and what do you mean by different?”
Celestia smiled. “It does, doesn't it? And by different I mean that it smells of magic, I didn't notice it before but it wasn't until we left the lake that I noticed how little magic this world has."
The lake came into view, with its bottle green water and tall grass growing along the shore. It was nearing noon. There were no clouds, and the reflection of the sun burned gold on the water. Celestia had said the lake had magic, was that why she loved the place while others tended to ignore it?
“I'm sorry,” said Mag. “I wish I hadn't laughed at your friends' names.”
Celestia turned her nose up theatrically. “It's a nice day, so I'll forgive you if you admit that 'Mag' is a sillier name than the ones you laughed at.”
Mag crossed her arms. “Never. 'Mag' is a completely reasonable name, unlike 'Princess Celestia,' the strangest nonfictional name I've ever heard.”
"Insolence. But I need your help, so this bulrush shall take the punishment in your stead." Celestia bit the head off a nearby cattail crunching it vindictively.
Mag rolled her eyes. "Consider me chastised. Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, it helped."
"Okay if you get me a brush I can brush your back." There, she had said it.
"It would be pointless, we are about to jump in a lake."
"Later then. Oh and one more thing, why did you even bother to look human if you were going to use magic while doing so?" Mag looked at Celestia beautiful eyes and the goddess smiled.
"I hoped to catch the local magic users interest."
"Okay." It wasn't okay because Mag didn't want to share her unicorn, but it was okay because she wanted to make her unicorn happy.
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Many typos
you should really get rid of them ex:
Skies and scars instead of Skies and stars as it should be... those two words are so different it's disorienting.
Also I think there is a contradiction here but it's so simple my brain just says it's rude to point out:
Celestia was very very very sociable and that kind of people didn't deal well with being around people for a long time. So Mag would have to share HER unicorn, dammit.
Well no it didn't really suck but only because I had it with you. And because I worry about you."
Where is my english notebook ? I had some baisics reminded today. I should have written in more detail...
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But if it have her a unicorn, she didn't really mind."But if it let her have a unicorn,
Get your typos away pleease. (yes I'm used to rereading a previous chapter to warm up) This is getting a bit too much though. The story holds great but the errors disrupt the flow of imagination.
This is really interesting. I wonder what happened to end the world?