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Why Do You Speak My Language?! - Soaring



A human meets a horse. They both speak English... sort of.

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🎵 Don't Stop! Dreaming! 🎵

Author's Note:

Interlude for the next chapter, but don't skip it just because it's an interlude. This is a very important chapter that'll come up later. :raritywink:

Oh, and obvious reference to Journey here. Guilty.

I woke up in that same room. The door was closed, yet the lights were on. The furniture was arranged the same. There was a chair set beside a shelf, with, who would’ve guessed, more books. A lamp hung gently beside it on a small little table. Beside that was another lamp, which was taller than even me, as it soared towards the ceiling.

Okay, maybe this room was not like it was before.

I blinked as I looked around. More of the room was whacky. Tiles were missing. Walls were practically floating. I think I saw my mother’s favorite Dish Network dish™ floating outside my window. Was this an amalgamation of my prior dreams with the unfortunate view of my current situation mixed in?

Slowly I hopped out of my bed. I trudged for the door, which winked at me for some reason before flying open like I was presented with a new car from one of those gameshows.

As I walked, more and more of the place began to fall apart. Chunks of the floor flew away as my feet touched them, while ponies spun around in circles like a Beyblade. I couldn’t believe how everything was so out of my control.

Then, I noticed something. The moon was out when it was daylight. That sometimes happened, but not when it was high noon. What the fu—

“I see you’ve seen through our ruse.”

Suddenly, the world fell back into shape before it disappeared, leaving me to fall endlessly into the void. I reached out to grab onto what was falling away, but it was way too late. As I fell and screamed my head off, I wondered who actually was talking to me. I didn’t see anyone around, and I was for sure not just hearing things—

“You’re right, you aren’t just hearing things. You actually are dreaming, and I just so happen to control this realm.”

Control this realm? Also why are you reading my thoughts?

“Because if I didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to communicate with me since I just took your mouth and fed it to a pack of timberwolves.”

I felt my face. Yep, I did not have a mouth anymore. Strange. What about the controlling of the realm bit?

“I am the Princess of this realm. I will not show you my form as I do not care to give you my presence.”

Yet you’re willing to talk to me?

“Yes, because you intrigue me enough that I should pay homage to the new resident human. After all, Derrick was such a fine example, and I suspect you should be too.”

You knew Derrick?

“Yes. Who wouldn’t? An alien with that was shorter than Twilight? Ah… he was such a great boy.”

What.

“Oh? Did you not know of that? Maybe you should ask Twilight, she would be happy to—”

I felt my cheeks sag. She said she wouldn’t tell me yet. Said I wasn’t ready for it.

“Fair enough. If Twilight refrains from partaking in subjecting another alien to the truth, then it would be her call to inform you, not I.”

Okay. Say, could you help me figure something out?

“You are employing my help, after all this?”

You haven’t done much to me, unlike Twilight and Starlight, who both went a bit stir crazy around me.

“Stir crazy? I do not know of this term.”

Batshit insane?

“⊘⋟ঞ⓿ ஞ⑥ ❺⑥❶ ④≽ঞ⑤?”

What the fuck did you just say to me you—

“Sorry, do you not know of the alicorn dialect?”

The alicorn dialect?

“Ah, well, Twilight must have kept that version under wraps. She mostly spits fire under the Ponyville native dialect. That mare. If only she would speak the tongues of her ancestors, then there would be no trouble in her path to becoming eternal!”

Spitting fire? Eternal? The heck are you talking about?

“Sorry, I must have stuttered, or I rambled on about the Preamble again. Which one was it this time?”

Neither. You just didn’t make sense.

“Oh, fair. You are a human after all.”

What’s that supposed to mean?

“It means several things, but the most important one of all is that you do not speak Equestrian—”

I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Equestrian and English spoken are pretty much the same and—

“Your thoughts do not deserve a proper response if you dare to interrupt me once more!”

My nose scrunched up at this one. I apologize, Princess…?

“Luna, but you may call me The Princess of Moon Pies.”

The what?

“Sorry, just call me Luna. Are you okay, human?”

I do not know. Am I supposed to be hearing you compare yourself to a… moon pie?

Hello?

She must be giving me radio silence—

Suddenly, the world turned into itself once more. The bed morphed first, then the furniture, then the door, and then the dish floating outside the window. It was all there, and I was back to being tucked into the bed. My legs were numb, and my arms felt like they were nailed to the headboard… minus the pain, of course.

The only difference that stood out to me was the pony staring at me. She was tall, wore a crown like Twilight’s, and was very blue, like the color of the midnight changing to black. It was… elusive, beautiful, and most importantly, very out of the ordinary.

Oh, and she had wings and a horn. Just like Twilight.

“So, I no longer will read your mind as I have returned your muzzle in exchange for your full attention. This is urgent, as I think you may have come down with the sickness.”

“OH WA-AH-AH!” I yelled, headbanging. I stopped myself as I realized that this was completely and utterly stupid to do, but hey, priorities always get in the way of my fun. I tilted my head. “Why do you say that?”

She glanced over me, her magic ballooning around my face like I was a territory meant to be conquered. Once she was done prodding me with her magic, she looked at me and sighed. “I hope you don’t hate bad news.”

“Princess Luna, if you don’t mind me saying, but I have had bad news ever since I’ve gotten here, so lay it on me.”

What I heard was what I didn’t expect.

“You may need to wake up for you to understand. Before you do, tell Twilight that you need her to wear her horn ring.”

“Horn ring?”

Luna opened her muzzle, only for her words to die in her throat, as the world around us began to shake. The alicorn yelped, the shaking sweeping her off her hooves. However, I wasn’t moving. I was stuck in place, unable to move my arms, my legs… my anything.

I wanted to reach out to Luna to save her, but I was helpless.

“Quick, there’s no time to explain!” Luna shouted, scrambling towards the bed. “You are about to wake up and—”’

Her words were cut off as the walls above crushed us.