Currently It’s a beautiful night, about 3:00 in the afternoon. Yep it’s the middle of the day in the dead of night. It’s a long story, I’m trying not to think about it. Instead I focus on what is about to play out in front of me. Princess Celestia and at least what looks like a more evil battle torn Princess Luna, My Princess Luna.
“I’m sorry sister but it’s for the best,” said Celestia.
“Your sister Luna is no more all that’s left is NIGHTMARE!” Nightmare Moon replied
“Princess there must be another way!” I interjected as I took a step forward.
“Foal you are nothing, begone!” Nightmare Moon Screamed as she blasted me aside. I bounced about 20 feet before I lay crumpled and dazed for a moment. Struggling to stand I yelled in vain to my lost princess,
“Princess Luna Please! You must come to your senses! This isn’t right!”
“Insolent welp,” Nightmare Moon raged, “Your princess is no more! This may be her body But she lost her soul long ago!” Lowering her horn to finish the job she started Nightmare Moon slowly powered up to blast me into a fine pile of dust, a perfect way to demonstrate her unwieldy power to her pitiful subjects. “The night shall stay forever!” She Screamed.
“Nightmare Moon, Luna, whatever you care to call yourself your reign of terror has come to an end!” Celestia Proclaimed. “Your punishment will be banishment to the moon for eternity!”
“Princess Celestia, Wait!” I Exclaimed, “There must be another way!”
“I’m sorry young pegasus but there is no other way.” Celestia said as she lowered her glowing horn at Nightmare Moon. “The time has come Nightmare Moon TO THE MOON!”
“NOOOO!” I exclaimed as I Bolted to my hoofs, pain coursing through veins and tendons, shot forward just as a glowing ray shot out of Celestia’s horn straight at Nightmare Moon. I was seconds too late going through part of the ray the grunt of it flew straight and sure and connected square on with it’s target, Nightmare Moon.
“Arghhh!” Nightmare Moon Screamed as she de-particularized and shot straight for the moon. I watched as Celestia raised her horn, job completed, she began to walk away when she noticed my crumpled and shattered body lying a few feet away. Thinking me to be dead she slowly trotted over to examine the body when I cried out in pain but not physical pain, the kind of emotional pain that comes from a broken heart and soul.
“My dear princess Luna...I have failed you...It seems......for the first.....and...last...time...” And with that I Slowly disintegrated from a mixture of heartbreak for my lost princess and Celestia’s spell.
“May you find your way though time and space, Rest in peace loyal pegasus you will not be forgotten. Your memory shall live on through me” whispered Celestia. But I was, for as I disintegrated magic was released and my essence and being was wiped from every slate, mind, and memory that ever was. And thus I never was, until that fateful day...
I’m slowly regaining consciousness from... wait why was I out cold? My first reaction was to check my gear. My second was what gear? Apparently I am floating in some abyss of black nothingness. I’m starting to gain substance when all of a sudden i’m pulled sideways really fast. Then it stops.
“Hey bookworm!” I hear but as though it’s coming through a muffled newspapers. All of a sudden I’m hurled out of the abyss and hurled right into some random unicorn who, I’m pretty sure was the one I heard talking just before I appeared, instantly loses consciousness. Next I feel a couple small objects fall from my wings. next thing I know there are explosion to my left and right taking out the rest of the group who must have been with the unicorn.
I stood in front of the professors, who are also my judges for the next few minutes. I was trying to get into the most prestigious school in Equestria, and I have no idea what they’re going to ask me to do, but I’m confident I prepared enough.
An assistant brings in some kind of military training dummy, and they simply ask me to break it as spectacularly as I can. The problem is, not only can I not break it spectacularly, I don’t know any spells that can even break it. At all. It’s as if I studied everything except breaking things. I start to panic, naturally. My mind races for anything I might have studied that I can use, but I get nothing. As I’m about to say I can’t do it, an idea hits me. I throw together a simple, destructive spell in my head, say a silent prayer, and cast it. My horn charges with energy. Lots of energy. Too much energy. I release the giant bolt of lightning at the dummy, shattering it and throwing me into the back wall. I hear a few glass somethings break, but I don’t exactly pay attention to it. I’m convinced I’ve failed.
“Why cast such a dangerous spell if you haven’t mastered it yet?” One professor asks
“Well, I-I made it up,” I manage to stammer. All three professors get wide-eyed.
“Just now?” Another of them asks.
“Um, yes.” They look at each other for a moment, then nod.
The last professor turned to him and said “Welcome to Celestia’s school for gifted unicorns. Oh, and you have a cutie mark.”
My studying continues over the years, my special talent in writing spells. My life gets and stays pretty good. Then he showed up. Don’t get me wrong, I like him, but him appearing is what started making my life just a little bit complicated.
At the moment, I’m pretending I don’t see the group of thugs following me. Readying one of my favorite spells while keeping my eyes glued to the book floating in front of me.
“Hey, bookworm,” the lead thug says. I’m halfway turned around, halfway to answering him, and halfway to blasting the guy with lightning, when a multicolored rift opens above the poor guy I was about to incapacitate. A black pegasus with a white and light blue mane drops out and onto the unlucky unicorn, knocking him senseless. Small round metal orbs tumble from the pegasus’s wings, roll under the thugs, and just so happen to explode, of all things.
“What th- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH” says just about everyone present, excluding the black pegasus, who is still dazed.
“Who are you, where did you come from, and WHY in EQUESTRIA are you carrying explosives?” I ask. He looks at me, looks ready to answer for a second then gets a confused look on his face.
“Well, I’m pretty sure my name is Blitz Spark, I have no idea where I’m from, and what explosives?”. Another orb falls from his wings. “What’s this?” he asks, kicking it. It rolls to a fruit stand just as I shout a warning, and, you guessed it, explodes, scattering splinters and pulp everywhere. “Oh, you mean these explosives,” he says as he spreads his wings, showing line upon line of inactive orbs.
“Well, you know my name, what’s yours, and what’s with your horn sparking so much?”. I quickly powered down my horn and responded.
“Power Switch, but most people just say Switch. So you really don’t know where you’re from? Do you know anything else about yourself?”
“Um, well, not really. Other than people apparently trust my skills enough to let me carry explosives, so- well, still no.” He says. I’m extremely curious about him and especially that rift he fell from, so I invite him to come with me back to my home/lab to see if he can figure out where he came from.
That’s when my life got interesting.
Blitz and I walk through the streets of Canterlot towards my house.
“So, where are we anyway?” he asks. I’m amazed he doesn’t recognize the capital, until I remember he probably doesn’t recognize anything.
“Canterlot, home of Princess Celestia and Capital of Equestria. Also my hometown.” I hear a crunch, and look to see that he’s eating an apple. “Where did you get that?” I ask him. He looks at it.
“I don’t really know. I think I took it from one of those stands.”
I sigh, and walk over to a random fruit stand and put some money on it.
“Try not to do that again.”
“Um, do what?” he says as he’s eating a banana. I just shake my head and keep walking. We make it to my home and walk in as I tell him not to touch anything. “Why not?” he says as he puts down a helmet that I am sure he wasn’t wearing before.
“Well, I’m pretty sure you don’t want to get incinerated, turned into a potato, driven mad, or any combination of the three.” He loosens and takes off some body armor that he wasn’t wearing a couple seconds ago. “Where is all that equipment coming from?” I ask him.
“Well, I, uh, don’t know.” he says as he un-attaches a couple of blades from his front legs. “They’re just kind of appearing,” he says, “but I’m pretty sure they’re mine.” He takes off a few more blades and some weird kind of wing armor. Then he drops those explosive orbs, and I panic and shield myself. “Don’t worry, they aren’t active,” he says. I take my shield down and cast a basic stabilize spell on the orbs just in case.
“Anyway,” I start, “We need to try and figure out where you’re from. And why you’re here. And, well, you get the idea.” I hook him up with a few wires to see if he’s generating any kind of magic. He’s pretty much normal, but there is a small irregularity. Then he drops a couple of books that came from nowhere and the flow stops. “Something about you was drawing your equipment through, um, somewhere to you. Do you know how to use all this equipment?” I ask as I look through the books, which turn out to be instruction manuals for his equipment.
He quickly says “Yes,” then thinks for a moment. “At least, I think I do, but I don’t remember learning how.” To test him, I crumple a piece of paper behind my back, then fling it at him. I don’t see much but a blur, and he has one of his arm blades back on and the paper is skewered on it.
“Your reflexes say you know how to use them,” I say. “Why would you need these skills and equipment?”
Reflexively, he says “That’s classified.” He thinks. “I don’t actually know.” He’s got to be military. Or something similar. The problem is, the world is in peace, so there still isn’t a need for him to be this good. I decide to test his wings. It might help determine what they use him for. Whoever they are. I bring him outside, set up a machine, and tell him to fly away, then back and past the machine as fast as he can. Once again, all I see is blurs and the needle on the machine jumping. He measures a 16.8. “Wow. You should just get a job racing.” I say to him as he flies back.
“So, after all these tests, I really have no idea how to help you. The best I have is that you’re probably military. Kind of obvious. Are you sure you can’t remember anything?”
“Nothing,” he says. “But, why, exactly are you helping me? And for Equestria’s sake, could you slow down?”
“Slow down how?”
“Your head is moving faster than I ever have. Well, almost.”
I sigh. “Sorry, I think fast. You’d think it’d be nice, but it’s usually more of a hindrance than a help. As for why I’m helping you, It’s fun, and it’s my job. I solve magic problems. Write spells, research phenomenon, that sort of thing. And you, sir, are a phenomenon. An amnesiac pegasus falls out of some kind of rift with no warning. I want to know where you came from, Blitz, and I’m sure you do too,” I say.
He says “Fair enough, but in the meantime, I need you to tell me about the world. It isn’t any fun not knowing anything about where you are and the people around you.”
“Now, I’m going to test this long distance teleportation spell on you. I found it in the ‘these spells are crap, what was I thinking folder’. Don’t worry, I am pretty sure I have fixed it.” That was Power Flux, my tormentor for the last 6 months. When I say tormentor, I mean, it was death or become his test subject for 5 years (or death, whichever came first). Power Flux is the 6th-great nephew of the famous Starswirl the Bearded, who passed along the gene for magical development, cocksure equation formulating, and insanity. I have come to believe its all from the same gene.
“Is this the same ‘I am pretty sure I have fixed it’ that had you believing you had found a fireproofing potion recipe in my sister’s notes? You know, the one that made you set fire to me over and over to test? I’m still finding charred feathers from that, you know.” I replied half-sarcastically.
“No, well yes, but this time I’m certain it will work.” Bugged that I won’t let him live that down, he snapped “Now shut up and sit still.”
As I sat, waiting, I considered writing that kinyesi uso Celestia, telling her that I have changed my mind, and have chosen execution, I saw a beam coming from Flux’s horn. I blinked as it hit me. When I opened my eyes, I saw a scrawnier Flux and a pegasus buddy I never thought I would see again in this life standing over me.
“So you finally went through a weight-loss program, did you Flux? And did your Great Uncle leave you a spell on bringing back the dead?” I said, with a roguish grin, thinking that A) the spell turned out to be a time travel spell, B) aforementioned spell sent me to a different dimension, where we won the war, or C) I’m dead, and so is Flux. Why, Luna? Didn’t I serve you well before you went mad?
Then Flux retorted with the unexpected. “Ponyfeathers. Another confused pegasus.” He sighed, then continued, “My name isn’t Flux, its Power Switch.” Then I noticed his cutie-mark wasn’t the same. Flux’s mark had been an electrical ethereal cloud. This pony had a mark of the Equestrian letter ‘U’, curved, with a vertical slash through the opening at the top (To the reader, on switch for an Xbox or computer). “Please tell me you aren’t carrying any explosives?” This unicorn, Power Switch, asked.
“No, it was part of my plea bargain that I never again handle or make explosives.” I answered.
“Plea bargain for what?”
“We lost the war. It was that or death, and I was just starting to wish I had picked death. Don’t you know that?” I responded, confused.
“Wait, what war? What are you talking about? What year do you think it is?” Apparently, that made two of us. Confused, that is.
“The year should still be the 101st year since Discord’s downfall, and six months since Luna was banished. Unless Flux messed up, big time. Again. Let there be much rejoicing.” Please say I am rid of him...
“Wait. You said Flux? As in Power Flux? As in my 52nd great grandfather? The spell writer?” My smile fell
“Aw kinyesi, I thought I was rid of your family.” Then it hit me. “Did you say 52nd?”
“I think I just pulled you 1000 years into the future. Welcome back.”
“Well, on the bright side, my 5 years as a guinea pig are up. Now, what the buck are you doing here, Blitz?”