• Published 3rd Jul 2018
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The Humble Prince - Lighting Ace

A man wakes up to find he's inhabiting the body of cartoon horse who wasn't exactly Mister Popular judging from how shocked they are when he says things like 'please' and 'thank you'.

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A Blue Dawn (Edited)

The morning started as it often did for the diarch of the dawn. A sweet cream stuffed donut and a newspaper, before the hustle and bustle of Day court.

Normally a staunch professional, Princess Celestia would have bathed and been clad in her regalia by now, but due to a last-minute cancellation, she found herself a small window of free time in this morning, enough that she was allowed to kick up her hooves and ease into the morning for once.

Her comfy pink robe, a birthday gift from Cadence last year as well as her silver satin slippers, was a luxury she was allowing herself, today.

By my sun, why can't every morning be like this? Celestia whined in her head as she finished her donut.

She was in the middle of drinking her coffee when an earth pony stallion with grey fur and black mane and tail entered the room and gave her a small bow. "Apologies for disturbing your breakfast, Princess, but I have urgent news."

"Oh, my." The princess folds her newspaper and look at her butler. "What is it, Flicker?"

"It’s…" Flicker looked away, chewing his lip. "…It’s Prince Blueblood, Princess."

That earned a groan and roll of the eyes from the princess before she returned to her newspaper. "What did he do this time?"

"It’s not much of what he did, rather more of what is he doing?"

"Hm?" Celestia turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

"He is acting strange, Your Highness, more than usual. Two maids found him this morning in his room wrestling with his bed sheets and yelling something about missing limbs and how he lost the ability to walk," Flicker explained.

Celestia rolled her eyes once more and took a gulp of her coffee "Oh, Flicker, I think you were just subject of a prank. My nephew was probably taking advantage of those poor mares and was trying to make them carry him around like a trophy or something, " she said with a smile. "I will have a talk with him later."

"That is what I thought at first too, Your Highness, but he’s continued to put up such a convincing act that I got to worry, so I sent him to the infirmary to see what was wrong, and that is when the weirdest thing happened. He… thanked me."

Right on cue Celestia spit her coffee right into the newspaper and look at Flicker in complete shock, decorum forgotten. "He… thanked you?"


"My nephew?"


"Prince Blueblood?"

"I know! Princess, this might be serious. For a moment I thought he was a changeling, but when the guards used a scan spell on his body, they confirmed that it was indeed him. I just don't know what is happening. Your Highness, you need to see him immediately."

"I couldn't agree more, Flicker," Celestia said as she stood up. "This couldn't possibly be Chrysalis; that would be the saddest infiltration attempt imaginable, and Thorax wouldn’t think of pulling this kind of prank, so there must be something else at stake here and by my crown I'm going to find out what it is." Determined to shed light on this conundrum, Celestia left the dining room, making a beeline to the infirmary.

This is strange. My nephew suddenly forgetting how to walk and showing respect? It's almost like the wish I…No, that is not possible. There is no way that star did this. Get your head in the game, Celestia, this could be a new villain trying to take over Equestria… somehow using Blueblood to do so. I need to get to the bottom of this!

A pegasus stallion with a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck returned to his office carrying a clipboard and checking x-rays and diagnostics.

"Okay Your Highness, we are almost done with all the tests. Now I only need to ask…" The doctor had to stop himself when he saw how the infamous Prince of Canterlot was currently struggling to stand up as one of the maids that brought him was encouraging him to take small steps like he was a giant colt.

"It’s okay, sir, you are almost there," the maid told him with a smile as the prince in question glanced about like he was standing on lava. He took small, shaking steps, almost tripping on more than one occasion.

He doesn't even remember how to walk? the doctor thought in confusion as he watched the scene unfold.

"I…I think I'm doing it, Mist! I’m actually doing it!" he gleefully said before tripping. He would have tumbled if not for the maid who managed to catch him in the last second.

"Good work, sir! You are almost ready; soon you will be able to walk again without any problems."

Blueblood just smiled and nodded, not caring or understanding how ridiculous he looked.

"Ahem!" The doctor cleared his throat, catching the attention of both ponies. Mist suddenly let the prince go and backed off with a blush of embarrassment on her face while Blueblood, without anyone supporting him, ended up falling onto the ground.

"Prince Blueblood!" The maid panicked and rushed to help him up again. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Blueblood said with a groan, massaging his head "Thanks for the assist, Mist."

The staff in the room went silent, staring at him in complete shock.

He said it again! Mist screamed in her head, still not believing her ears.

"What?" Blueblood eventually asked with a raised eyebrow as he leaned on a table for support.

"N-Nothing! Nothing, Your Highness, it’s just... kind of surprising, is all. You’ve been acting kind of different since this morning."

Blueblood suddenly grew nervous. "R-Really? Sorry, I just, uh…must be feeling a bit dizzy or something," he said with a fake laugh.

"Anyway," the doctor interrupted, "Miss Mist, would you mind leaving us alone for a moment? I need to ask the Prince a couple of questions."

"Yes, of course, Dr. Caliber. I will be in the hallway if you need me, sir," Mist said.

Blueblood waved as she departed. "I will try not to take too long!"

Both ponies looked at him questioningly for a moment, but Mist soon recovered and left while Caliber helped the prince sit on the table.

"Okay, as I was saying, I got the results for your tests right here, Prince Blueblood; everything seems in order: no fractures, illness or concussions of any kind. Physically speaking, you are perfectly fine."

"That is good to hear."

"That being said, there are still some worries I would like to address, so if you don't mind I have a few questions I would like to ask."

"Sure, go ahead doctor," Blueblood said.

Caliber continued to look at him with some intrigue.

No boasting about being the image of physical health? No snarky comments? No demeaning my profession? No talking my ear off? Not to mention, he’s friendly and respectful. Do I really want to help him return to his old self?

Caliber took his clipboard and flipped some papers before taking a pen and pressing it against the clipboard. "Okay, first question: Do you know what day it is?"

"Hmmm." Blueblood tapped his hoof against his chin. "Monday?"

Caliber looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Are you asking me or telling me?"

Blueblood looked left and right before nodding with confidence. "Telling you."

The doctor stared at him with an emotionless expression. "Prince, if you want me to help, I need you to be honest with me. Do you or do you not know what day it is?"

"Well, okay, I don't know."

"Alright." Dr Caliber nodded and checked his list.

"Do you know what your name is?"


"Good." He checked again.

"Do you know where we are right now?"

Once more the prince looked to his left and right until he spotted the window in the office and took a small peak. "I would like to say somewhere in Europe?"

"Somewhere in what? Prince if you don't know the answer just say so, there is no need for you to start making up names," Dr Caliber said, shaking his head and checking another point on the list.

"Right, I will keep that in mind," the prince said with a nervous smile

Okay so I can safely say that I'm not on Earth. That is nice. That is nice. For now, let's just keep playing along, and try not to end up in the looney house.

"Okay then, moving on. This is the last question: Before waking up, what is the last thing you remembered?"

Blueblood closed his eyes as he recalled his last memories before waking up. Memories of screams, fire, and pieces of a building collapsing around him flashed in front of him, forcing him to jerk back in fear, startling the doctor.

"I…I just don't know; I think I was having a nightmare. Waking up, then going back to sleep. Everything is too foggy," he groaned, holding his head.

"It’s okay, Prince." Caliber placed a hoof on his shoulder. "You don't need to force yourself to remember."

Blueblood nodded and looked back at him

"So what happens next?"

"Now you wait," Caliber replied as he marched to the door. "I need to do one more thing before I can safely allow you to leave."

"Is…Is something wrong?" Blueblood nervously asked.

"Oh, no. Do not worry, Highness, everything is fine," Caliber reassured him. "I just need to take these results to be studied further; it will not take too much time, so please wait there."

"Ah…well, okay.”

Caliber nodded and exitted the room.

Moments before on the hallway

As soon as Mist left the infirmary, her friend Clean Breeze confronted her with a hundred questions. "So? Has he finally lost it?"

"Breezie!" Mist scowled. "How could you say that? The poor colt is scared as Tartarus in there."

"Yeah, but we are talking about a colt named Prince Blueblood," Breeze remarked.

"Even so, the moment he looks us in the eyes. Those puppy eyes he gave us. It was like looking a poor colt lost in the park. I just didn't have it in me to leave him like that. I suppose raising Pearl, has left some motherly curse on me," Mist confessed with some degree of embarrassment.

"So that is why you were so quick to re-teach him how to walk?" Breeze asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Say what you want; even though he is a grown stallion, seeing him put forth the effort and listening to what I have to say for once was both satisfactory and to a degree almost cute."

"Geez. Wow, Mist, I didn't know you were into those sort of plays," Breeze said with a smirk.

"Oh, poor, naive Breeze. Trust me, you would understand once you mature."

"Hey!" Breeze glared at her while Mist only chuckled at her outburst.

"So, what do you think will happen to him?" Breeze asked once her anger faded and looked into the infirmary door.

"I honestly don't know, Breezie. I really would love if this new Blueblood was here to stay, but if he is not able to fit into society, Celestia knows what will happen to him."

"I say this is divine punishment. Karma was sure to reach him sooner or later; I say that he got what he deserves," Breeze said with the memories of last week still fresh on her memory. "But yeah, I hope he doesn't end up in the looney house. As much as a jerk he was, not even he deserves to end up there.”

"Don't worry, Breezie. He will be ok; I'm sure the Princess would not allow that to happen."

Right on cue said princess walked toward the infirmary followed closely by the head butler, Flicker. The moment they saw them, the maids offered small bows to the princess.

"Your Highness," both said at the same time

"At ease, my subjects," Celestia told them in her classic motherly voice as Flicker gave the maids the stink eye, while they looked up at them.

"And can I know the reason why are you two are standing right here, instead of attending to your duties?" Flicker asked..

"Ah, well, Mister Flicker, you see, today we were supposed to look after Prince Blueblood, but since he is like that…"

"I thought I was clear when I told you that you were dismissed of your current duty and instead were to go clean the empty guest rooms," Flicker scolded.

"But the prince asked us to stay!" Mist retorted.

"At ease, Flicker," Celestia ordered, stopping him before he could continue and then addressed the maids. "Now ladies, I'm very thankful for your concern for my nephew and you can rest assured he is in good hooves now. So you two may take your leave without any worry."

"But Princess―" Breeze took a step forward "―You don't get it, the prince as he is right now, can't even walk on his own."

"What?" Princess Celestia asked in complete surprise.

"I'm afraid it is far worse than that, Princess," Dr. Caliber announced to them as he emerged from the infirmary with a grim expression. Once he looked at the princess he gave her a short bow before addressing her. "If I have to describe the Prince’s medical condition in one word right now, I will have to say it is 'enigmatic'."

"What do you mean, Dr. Caliber?" Celestia asked, confused, and he proceeded to give her the X-Ray and blood samples that were taken. "All the tests I made came back negative: he doesn't have any type of concussion or fracture; his magic stream is on the normal level; his brain activity is stable; the spell scans made on him came true; and there is no sign of poison or hypnosis on his being. For all intents and purposes, he should be perfectly fine."

Celestia looked at the results before looking back at the doctor waiting for him to continue. "And yet when I quizzed him with the basic mental tests, he failed every single question. Princess, I can confirm it. He not only doesn't even know how to walk or even stand, he doesn't know where he is how to read or write, how magic works or even who he is. I fear he only knows his name because the maids yelled it at him this morning."

"So you are saying he is now like a baby?" Breeze asks with a raised eyebrow and the doctor shake his head.

"No, his basic motor functions are still there, that is why he still knows how to talk, and understand us. He is perfectly capable of function once he re-learns how to walk, read and write." He pinches the bridge of his nose with his hoof. "I don't know how or why, but for what I have seen, it seems like his brain simply started over. Right now his mind is a blank page."

"So this is like some kind of amnesia?" Mist asked.

"That is the most logical conclusion at the moment, yes. And as such and until his mind starts to settle in I suggest we let him rest and slowly reintroduce him to Equestria."

"And there it is," Celestia tells with an exasperated sigh, earning the surprise of everyone.

"I knew he was up to something, but I just couldn't place my hoof on it. Now I get it; he wants to weasel his way out of his duties while at the same time earning our pity so I agree to future requests. Oh, that nephew of mine, ever the actor," she said with a shake of her head. "He is making the act of his life I will grant, but by my mane, he is wasting it on something so petty."

"Princess, I can assure you, this is not an act," Caliber reproached.

"Oh, Doctor, please don't feel bad. Blueblood can be extremely good when it comes to acting; even I have been made a fool of his schemes in the past," Celestia said with a smile. "You need to give him credit though; he can really commit, can't he?"

"You mean to tell me that all of what he is doing was an act to skip all of his royal duties?" Mist asked with confusion as Celestia only nodded.

"Don't worry. I will clear the air soon enough. Just let me have a word with my nephew,"she darkly said as she entered the room.

"Blueblood! We need to talk," Celestia said with a stern voice, making the stallion in question jump and slightly back away. "Ah, h-hi, Miss." He gave Celestia a nervous smile as he waved at her.

"Oh, cut the act, would you?" Celestia growled. "I know you are faking it, Blueblood, so why don't we save this song and dance, and skip right into what you want. More money? Do you want to rent my throne room for your snobbish friends? Some expensive tour around Equestria?"

"What? No!"

What the hell was wrong with this pony? Blueblood thought to himself.

"Then what?" Celestia demanded.

"I swear, I really don't know. Why are you so mad at me?" he fearfully asked.

"Why am I so mad? Are you truly going to pretend that you don't know who I am?" Celestia pressed on, determined to squeeze the truth from her deceiving nephew, even though the act he was putting on was starting to convince her too as she was beginning to have second thoughts.

"No, I'm sorry! I don't know."

"She is the princess of all of Equestria, you inconsiderate brat!" Flicker tells as he enters the room too. "And I suggest you address her as such."

"P-P-PRINCESS!?" Blueblood shouted in alarm as he got down from the table and tried to bow to her, or rather jumped off the table and literally threw himself to the ground in an attempt at grovelling, failing miserably as he still didn't haven't complete control of his feet.

The display was enough to make both the Princess and the butler flinch at the feeling of the impact, and how he didn't even attempt to cover his face as he started to shake like a chihuahua in front of her.

"I'm sorry, princess! I'm so sorry, I didn't want you to get mad!"

"Um, Blueblood? What are you doing?" Celestia asked, completely lost on what was happening. Her anger faded, soon being replaced by confusion.

Seriously, now this doesn't amount to anything other than to drag his dignity to the ground. What is your end game nephew?

The Prince for his part lifted his head slightly as he looked at her, fearing for his life "B–Bowing to my princess?"

"You do know that you are ALSO a prince right?" Flicker tells him with a raised eyebrow.

The blood of the Prince froze in that instant as he was slowly understanding what was happening, where he was making a fool of himself in front of what was essentially a family member, who didn't particularly like him, and for how she talked to him, was strict and temperamental. Not only that but how it appeared that this Blueblood pony needed her help to get money, chances were that she outranked him and if she didn’t believe his story, she would only need to say the word and he would be put in an asylum, or even worse she could declare him dangerous and put him in the dungeon, maybe even order his execution.

He needed to think fast, think of something, anything to save his skin, something of use that could calm this angry mare. Thinking as quickly as he could, he slowly sat up, convincing himself that the next words that came from his mouth could might as well be his last. He was scanning for everything in the room any clue, any ray of hope that might save his life until he saw her fur and then noticing that it matched his own perfectly. It was an incredibly risky gamble, but at that moment it was the only thing that he could come up with.

"I'm sorry, mom. Please don't be mad at me," the Prince told Celestia in a melancholic voice as he sniffed and looked at the floor, closing his eyes and praying that by some miracle he did actually defuse the situation.

Unknown to him, those exact words not only were the one thing Celestia wasn't expecting to hear that day, but also served as a trigger for a memory she thought was long gone on a chapter of her life and made her blackout of reality for a brief moment as she relived it in detail.

It was the night of the funeral of Blueblood’s parents, it was a rainy and stormy night outside and the Princess was destroyed when she saw how her little nephew, who only was 3 at the time, was trembling and crying his little eyes out in his sleep. When trying to comfort him, she brought him closer into her belly and used her wing as a blanket while humming a small lullaby to calm him down. It was small at first but soon the trembling stopped and when she looked back, she found him sound asleep as he was hugging her tight like she was his personal teddy bear.

It was at that moment that even unconsciously, he said his first words:


Celestia was both moved and teary as the poor colt was not saying that word out of happiness but rather, of longing wishing to be next to his real mother and trying to reach out for her on his sleep with his little hooves. It was that night that Celestia made the promise to ensure that Blueblood would never be denied of anything else, and subsequently the first and only pure moment he had with her.

As the memory faded away and she returned to reality, she didn't see the bratty nephew she cursed herself for creating, but rather the scared little colt she once new once again shaking like a leaf and asking for his mother, yet this time, he was addressing her directly. There was no way Blueblood knew about that night; she never told him, he never recalled knowing it, and he always, ALWAYS, called her 'Aunt' or 'Aunty' the moment he started to talk properly. She never admitted it, but part of her heart broke when she came to terms with the fact that she would always be just 'the aunt'.

So for this Blueblood to suddenly appear and say that to her only meant one thing:

"By the stars, its true," Celestia proclaimed, making Blueblood open his eyes and look at her "You really have lost all of your memories. You are pure again," she told him with a smile and teary eye as she stared at him like she just saw a lost civilization come back to life.

Blueblood couldn’t believe what was happening and how this pony just passed from being about to rip him in half into this teary happy mare just for one sentence, he just couldn't bring himself to believe that sentence was enough to save his skin and the shock was enough for him to collapse right there and then.

Author's Note:

Thanks for the comments, I really didn't expected for this small little story to be so well receive. I will try to come with a next chapter as soon as possible

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