An Enderman wakes up in Equestria due to mysterious cricumstances, how will he cope with the fact everything is no longer Cubic and these new beings that he has never met before. Yeah I suck at these
“Interesting.” Most likely not the thought that most of my kind would have after waking up in a different environment then what they are use to. I wasn’t sure what to think, my head was hurting, my bones were aching and I think I drank something off. I got steadily to my knees, reaching out to grab the trunk of a tree. “Interesting.” The word ran across my mind for a second time, the bark felt different, and in my homeland, there are only four kinds of trees, oak, birch, spruce and what is commonly referred to as simply jungle, only because we are not sure of it’s true name. Each bark on the tree felt different, oak was, a basic bark, kind of rough, but also smooth in places, the birch, somewhat opposite, smooth all round except for the small black patches, the spruce was completely rough, and cold to the touch, it was hard to find jungle bark as most of it was covered in thick, rope like vines, but when ever you could feel it, it felt oddly slimy.
I looked at the tree I was now resting on, and considered making a name for it, but I got rid of the idea and assumed that, if there were any other beings in this land, or possibly world, that they would already have a name for it. I didn’t know what way to go, so I looked up in an attempt to see the moon, but instead I saw a canopy of leaves, and I was confused to say the least, even in the thickest of forests you could always grasp at least a glimpse at the moon, and based on what direction it was travelling, you could tell what direction north was, so, I resorted to my most expert way at choosing directions. “Eenie meenie miine mo, catch a creeper by the toe, if he hisses, let him go, eenie, meeni, miine, mo.” I had finished with my short rhyme and had ended up pointing away from what appeared to be the trail I was now on. I was seriously considering following the worn out trail, but I would most likely lose it in the darkness, that and I had never gone against my rhyme before, so I headed into the forest.
About halfway through, or I think it was, it was hard to tell there, I heard the snap of a stick, I whirled around, as I had heard that sound countless times before, and shortly afterwards someone would lunge at me with a newly made sword. Instead this time, I heard a low growl, and felt slightly relieved, now that I knew it was merely a wolf, a creature that roams the forests of my home. I continued on my journey turning away from the noise, only to be confronted by an actual wolf, normally such things would not faze me, but this time, it wasn’t exactly something I was used to seeing. These wolves, they were made of wood, sticks and what appeared to be vines hanging from them. The wolf growled at me once again, and I took a step back, only to have my heels nipped at by a second wolf, it was then that I realised that this wasn’t my homeland, it wasn’t even my world. As I stared at the wolf, I realised, aside from the fact it was made of wood it looked nothing like the wolves where I was from, and neither did the tree beside it. I turned in a full circle, taking in what I had just witnessed, and then I could feel it rising in my chest, my anger, my hatred, my realisation that I am far from the ones I loved. I let my mouth rip open and let the animal side of me kick in. I shouted to the farlands “EVERYTHING IS CURVED!” I could hear my voice echo around the forest, and I suddenly remembered what it was that got me angry. I stared at the, I think I’ll call it a Woodwolf, and saw it cower before me, I roared and swiped at it, knocking it off its paws, sending it crashing into one of those CURVED trees. As it hit the trees it splintered into a dozen pieces, I turned to the other Woodwolf, only to find it had turned tail and ran away. I exhaled deeply, letting out a breath I didn’t realise I had been holding. I grabbed my head in my palms as my mouth resealed itself. I hunched over, my head still being held in my hands, I began to cry, just like a young one. Then, I did what was almost second nature to me, and what anyone else would have to kill one of brethren to do. “Take me away, anywhere, just out of this forest.” and then, I teleported.
It is an extremely interesting sensation when one teleports, the feeling of freedom, of being able to go exactly where you want to go, without exhausting yourself, almost like flying, if it was possible, although I have observed some of the, more scarce species of my world, being granted amazing powers, and normally, they either used those powers to build massive structures, or intricate devices, but more than usual they will simply blow stuff up. Never the less, I teleported away, and it felt similar to flying. As I finished what felt like a minute, but took only a second, I fell to the ground on one knee, as I stared at the ground below me, it even felt and looked different than my worlds. I stood up, and was almost afraid to look and see where I had teleported to. Unfortunately, it was either stay or go, so I chose go. I turned my head up to see what kind of Nether I had appeared at, and was quite surprised honestly.
I saw another forest, but it was extremely different to the one I was just in. This looked like it was well thought out, and took sever hours to plant and toil the ground. I walked through a row of the trees, and had to admire the workmanship put into them; most of the beings who try something like this are almost always off and usually give up. If it wasn’t for the fact they were curved, I would have been almost tempted to befriend whoever planted them. Another thing I noticed was that these trees were differently curved to the ones in the forest, the ones in the forest looked wild and unruly, but these ones looked, almost controlled. As I continued walking, I noticed something hanging from the trees. I took a step closer and saw it was, an apple! I sighed in relief, glad to see something remotely familiar. The only thing I found odd was that they were hanging from the trees, but, food is food so I did not complain. I reached out and grabbed one, I would have taken the reddest and plumpest, but it was hard to see in the dark. As I bit into the ripe red fruit, I remembered the first time I had tasted one of these glorious burdens.
I was young at the time, only six feet tall, I was walking through a forest, one that isn’t curved, and noticed that most of it had been recently cut down. I could tell as the dark leaves were still hanging in the air. I was walking under the leaves, enjoying the partial shade, when I felt a small “bop” on my head. I looked up to see the final leaf fading away from the remnants of the tree. I turned to the ground to see what had hit me. It was then I saw it, at red apple, practically glowing in the sunlight. I picked it up, and examined it, not knowing it was a food back then. Although it was a bit reckless, I bit into it, assuming that because it came from a tree it would be ok, and that I haven’t had anything to eat for quite some time. My eyes widened in amazement, it was like I had eaten food straight from the furnace of a Modder, a term we used to describe someone who could destroy and entire mountain in one blow.
I came back to the present and looked at the apple I had just bit into. From the size of it I would say it had about three more bites in it, including the core, I decided to make the most of it, and chewed slowly while continuing on my path. I was about to bite into the core, and finish it all, until I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It was a house; I wasn’t sure why I was so excited, as they usually housed someone ready to injure me. I took a chance, not wanting to waste anytime, as I could see light pouring from one of five windows, it was the most top right one. It was hard to tell which kind of light it was, I could usually differentiate between torchlight, stone glow, or one of those new lamp things. I decided it didn’t matter, as long as it was someone who wasn’t going to hurt me, if the decided to, I would simply teleport away. It wasn’t till I reached the porch of the house until I realised a small problem, I was almost at level with the top windows and it would quite rude to simply teleport in. I stood there for around a minute, figuring out what to do, and then felt stupid, that all my manners had left in the fight with the Woodwolves. I bent over enough to come face to face with the small door, which was quite an effort in itself. I stood up and stepped a bit back from the door, hoping that whoever was in the lit room heard me knocking, now that I think about it why didn’t I just knock on the window, they definitely would have heard me then, or maybe they just left that light on by accident, or maybe they- my thoughts were cut off as I heard foot steps coming towards the door, I listened carefully. It sounded like two pairs; I hope I didn’t interrupt a moment between someone.
The light behind the door was turned on, and my heart soared, I saw the handle turn, and my heart was grounded, but at the same time some what levitated. Behind the door was, well I don’t know what it was, it looked similar to the bovines that roam the plains, only someone got rid of it’s spots and splashed it with red dye, and for some reason I doubt it would give milk. As soon as his eyes had stoped travelling up my legs and torso, and rested themselves where we could make eye contact, we kept it for quite some time, I would assume I shared the look of confusion shown on this, bovines face. Each time I would blink he would blink a short while after. It was I who broke this kind of trance, I lowered myself on to my hunkers, and reached a hand towards the, I feel bovine is the incorrect term, but animal and creature would be considered rude, native, I suppose, would be good, seeing as he lived here.
Anyway, the native was clearly hesitant, pulling his head back from my hand, I pulled mine back a short bit, to show I meant no harm. The native seemed to understand my gesture, and leaned forward a small bit. I reached my hand out once again, slowly; making sure the native was ok with it. After I reached, what I hope was it’s head, I lowered my hand down and began rubbing it gently, it had the same feeling as one of the bovines fur, only, slightly softer, and it seemed to have a longer piece of fur at the very top, I suppose it would be called hair. I could see the native having conflicting feelings about this, whether he should enjoy being rubbed by a stranger and one so large and threatening. It appeared he made his decision when his eyes seemed to lock in place and he let out a short breath of air from, what I think was his nose. I took it as “stop” and “don’t like it.” I pulled my hand back quickly and rubbed it embarrassingly, as I realised what I would have done in my position. The native eyed me, with curiosity in his eyes. We made eye contact again, and I could tell, that he could tell I wasn’t a threat. “Alright listen here for a moment.” My eyes went wide, did this thing just speak? I thought it was just an animal, I’ve never heard an animal speak, in fact, I’m pretty sure that my kind and the more scarce population are the only ones with basic communication skills, but from the sound of it, the native was male. He must have noticed this “What, did ya think I was just some dumb animal who couldn’t speak?” my eyes went wide again, this time from embarrassment. I shook my head in a fashion that said “more or less” The native seemed insulted by this, but at the same time it felt, sorry, for me? “You really ain’t from here are ya?” I shook my head sadly, the native sighed “Alright well listen up, Ah’m kinda tired right now, and Ah really don’t know how Ah’m going to deal with you, but if you’re tired, which Ah assume you are, could you please sleep in the barn, so Ah can talk to you tomorrow about all this?” A barn? What’s a barn? I saw that the native was pointing his, hoof? I think that’s what they’re called, to a much larger house. Why doesn’t he just live in there, I began walking over, and as I approached I could tell that this was more my size. I could tell why I would be sleeping here, and why the native slept in his house, this was more or less just for storage. I stepped inside, admiring the rather large doorframe. I noticed that there were piles of wheat stacked in one corner, and they were in shape, although at first it appeared cubic, I was disappointed that it was in fact a bunch of cuboids. Even though it was still different, it was closer to home than anything else. I couldn’t see a bed in here, but then again, this was just for storage, and I was too tired to really care. I picked up the bundles of wheat with ease, having picked up far more heavier things in my day, and moved them so it was a three by two makeshift bed. I laid down on the wheat, my feet only dangling slightly off the edge. As I closed my eyes I heard the “barn” door close, and gladly ignored it, before drifting off, into a dreamless sleep
It was dark, I couldn’t see anything aside from an outline of my own hand. I remember this dream, I’ve lived it over and over again, and it always ends the same. I look around as light starts to creep over the large blocky mountain, and that’s when I saw her. She was scaling the mountain, running from a Craftian, she was too young to be able to teleport, and I was forced to watch the entire thing without being able to move. I struggled and jerked in vain, I was determined to stop that Craftian, but even my will has limits, they both reached the cliff, and she realised she had no where left to run, she turned to the Craftian, and he pulled out his diamond blade, it’s always the same, my ability to move returns, and I run, I run and run, but I don’t get any closer to the mountain, I see her back up to the cliff, the Craftian swings his blade, and she stumbles, letting small rocks fall to the ground with a small tink, tink. She can see it’s her final moments, but she will not fall to this being. He swings once more, and this time, hits. I cry out obscenities, but they go unheard. I see her fall, and now I’m under the cliff I jump to catch her, and it’s successful, but, the unwanted wound bestowed upon her ran deep, and now, her purple blood was spilling onto my hands, she reached up to me and rested her hand on my cheek. “I’m sorry.” Was all she said, I stared deep into her eyes, her eyes were always made fun of for being different, just because they weren’t the same colour as everyone else’s, doesn’t mean she’s different, her blue eyes, they made most smile, and others frown, but now, now they were losing life, they were becoming hollow, they were no longer the eyes I knew, they were empty, they belonged with Notch now, I felt my rage bubble up inside of me, the rage I had always been so desperate to let out, I let it all out in one word “BRONAGH!”
I sat up in my makeshift bed sweating profusely. I whirled my legs around and placed them upon the floor. I grabbed my head with my hands and remained let my head clear. Why does this dream torture me so, I didn’t do anything to deserve this, but, I wish I could have saved her, why did it have to be her, it could have been anyone else, why did it have to be her. In my anger I punch whatever was closest to me, which was the wall of the “barn” I was sleeping in. I heard a crack, and turned to inspect the damage, my hand had gone straight through the wall. I was surprised to say the least, sure I had always been strong, but I could never make a dent in a wall out of wood. Upon closer inspection I realised why it had gone through. The wood was barely two inches thick. Before I could inspect it further I heard a small whimper.
I whirled round to see nothing, until I looked down. It was a similar creature to the one from last night, only, much smaller, and yellow. I bent down to try and make eye contact with the creature. It whimpered away in fear. I stood up and bowed my head as if to try and apologise, but it only made it worse. Seeing my full size sent the creature running out of the barn. I felt saddened, I try to make good impressions but I can never get it right the first time, and my height doesn’t help. Where I come from, most of my kind is roughly nine feet tall, I have the curse of being eleven. You’re most likely thinking, wouldn’t that be a good thing, well in some circumstances it is, but in most it’s not. I grew up in a tribe, and that tribe believed that majority rules, and if something is different it is wrong. I was firmly against this belief, because of my sister, and I considered it unfair, I became friends with a few of the “different” Enders because of it.
Back to now though, I was upset that I had scared away, what I believed to be, a young one. I figured it was no use moping, so I decided to see if I could find the fellow from last night. I stood up off my makeshift bed, and my head was just below the rafters. I was going to walk out until I noticed I stepped on something. I looked down to see a bright red, something. I picked it up to examine it closer, I believed it was called, a “bow.” I recalled some of the Craftians dressing up oddly, and one of them was wearing what I think was called a suit, and it had a smaller, black one of these around the neck. I have seen several different and crazy outfits worn by the Craftians, some are simple, a shirt and trousers, some have unusually large mouths, and others try to avoid Creepers by dressing similarly to them. It doesn't work.
I stepped out side into the bright light, so graciously bestowed upon me by the sun. I shielded my eyes from this with my hand, and looked for the young yellow one. I made a complete circle but could not notice her. I looked over to the house where the native was before, and decided that she may have gone inside. As I made my way over to the house, I noticed it was a few different colours, which was odd, as I’d only ever seen four different coloured types of refined wood, perhaps they’d found out some way to use dyes to colour they’re house. I hunkered down and knocked on the door, waiting for the large red native to come out. However, instead of whom I was expecting, a slightly smaller, orange native came out from behind the door. We made eye contact for a brief moment, but in that moment it was enough to give this orange one reason to attack. For a moment I believed it was going to run back inside, but as it turned round it lifted its hind legs and outstretched them with great force. I was hit in my knees and fell to the ground, only to be hit once again in my chest. I was sent flying backwards into one of the many trees that bore the delicious fruit. A single apple fell from the tree and onto my head. I was angry, I could feel my eyes begin to glow, it is what happens when we get angry, our minds become clouded and we want whatever is attacking us to stop, and we will do so by whatever means necessary. I picked up the apple that was resting on my head and stood up. I let out a deep breath, and flung the apple at the orange native. The apple hit the native right in what I presume to be its chest. It took a step back, trying to regain its breath. It glared at me when it had finally overcome my attack. It was searching around for something to through at me. It had found, something, I'm not quite sure what it was as I was too busy dodging it as it flew towards my head. I did, what the Craftians call, a Matrix dodge, I arched my back and allowed the thing to fly over me. In the brief glimpse I obtained, I managed to make out a few details of the “thing.” It was a small arch, and appeared to have a similar consistency to that of Iron. The Arch flew over me and hit the tree I was standing in front of, impaling itself within the wood. My eyes went wide at the strength of which it was thrown, if this orange native could do this, what could the red one do. I lost my train of thought as another Arch flew at me. I sidestepped it this time and reached down to the ground. I hoped my powers worked on this strange land. I focused on my homeland, the cubic environment and the precise measurements. I pictured a grass block, I pictured myself holding it and pulling it out of the ground. I opened my eyes to see myself holding a block of this land. It was an exact cube, similar to what it would have been in my old land, the perfect cube, it made me feel a sense of relief, being able to see something so, correct.
I looked over to the orange native, and I could see that is mouth was wide open, I smirked and threw the block at her, she managed to duck just in time. The block stuck behind her, which gave me an idea. I looked down to the perfectly square hole I had made from picking up that block, and picked another up from right beside it. I tossed the second block to the orange natives right, she looked at it as it landed beside her, as if knowing it wasn't going to hit, I picked up another and threw it to her left, there was now a block on both of her sides and beside her. I was glad she didn't realise what I was attempting to do. I figured I should finish this off as soon as I could. I picked up several blocks at once and threw them into the air, I will admit I have tried this before, but it was on a mere pig, and this native seems much more intellectual than such primitive beasts. As each of the perfectly cubic blocks came down towards me, I readied myself, able to punch at any moment, and, now!
A single block came down and I punched it with great force towards the native. The native ducked as the block went soaring past her, and stuck to the block that was already behind her. She still hadn't figured it out yet. I sent another flying towards her, and it stuck to the block on her left, I could see a twinkle in her eye, the kind that you get when you realise something is going on that shouldn't be going on. I sent two more blocks hurtling towards her, one stuck to the block on her right, and the other right in front of her. It was then that she realised what I was doing. Before she could act I aimed the last block straight at her enormous green eyes. She saw the block coming and realised there was no way to dodge it, so she put her hooves in front of her face to prepare for the worst. The worst however didn't come, the native opened one of its eyes less than a crack, to see, well nothing, there was nothing in front of her but a block of dirt.
There was only a small square of light shining down on her from the missing block above her. She got onto her hind legs and I could see her hooves attempting to pull itself out of the small makeshift prison. I decided to teleport closer, rather than walk over, as I wanted to get this over and done with. I teleported next to the tiny prison and peered inside. I nearly got a black eye from the native swinging her hooves around “What have ya done with Applebloom?!” She shouted at me. Applebloom, who’s Applebloom. I looked back in at the native and shook my head to show I didn't understand. “WHAT DUH YA MEAN YA DON’T KNOW!” I was almost blasted back by the intensity of the shout. I was extremely tempted to block off the space separating her from the sun, but before I could I heard a small “Sis?” I followed the voice to see the younger native from before. “Applebloom! Is that you?” The orange one said from within her dirt prison. “Sis why are you in that thing?” “Applebloom” cried running over to the dirt prison. “THAT SONOVAGUN OUT THE PUT ME IN HERE!” “What gun?” Applebloom asked in confusion, looking around. Her eyes fell on me and I could see fear in her eyes. I met her gaze, and could feel anger bubbling up inside of me. I looked away before I lost control.
I didn't know what to do. I threw the bow on the ground and ran. I could hear the orange one shouting for assistance. I followed a dirt path out of this large plot of land. There was a white fence showing the border between this property and free ground, as I called it. A large sign hung over what appeared to be the entrance to this property. It was just white wood, but as I passed under it I noticed that the other side had a design carved into it. I couldn't understand what it said, as our way of writing varies but I assumed that the word “apple” was in the name somewhere, as they were carved around the words. I would have stopped to admire had I not been running from the orange native.
I looked around from my position, there was a dirt road headed two directions, one was headed towards a dark looking forest, assuming that was the one I had come out of the night previous, I would like to stay very much away. I took the other path, which from what I could tell, lead to a small settlement of sorts. I wondered whether this contained Craftians, or Villagers. If they were Villagers I would have no problem, as they do not attack me, they merely acknowledge my presence and continue on their way. There are a few Craftians like that, but not many, most would knowingly gaze into my species eyes, in hopes they may attack and allow the Craftian to slay them and take their pearl.
As I approached the settlement I noticed that this area was full of Natives, and these Natives were almost blindingly colourful and vibrant. It was somewhat painful to actually look at them, but I got over it. I began to slowly make my way towards this Native area when a thought struck me. I am obviously not a common appearance in these lands, otherwise the orange Native would not have struck me. How was the best way to approach these beings. I rattled my mind and remembered a strange contraption from the Villagers towns, Iron Golems, surely they had to have shown up one day, but how did they get themselves accepted.
I stared among the brightly coloured Natives and notice one of them, it had a coat similar to that of refined Birch Wood, and a clump of red and pink hair. She appeared to be selling some form of flower, and that was when it struck me, I had observed the Golems holding roses and then giving them to different Villagers. I searched my immediate area for roses and yellow flowers. Instead, I found what appeared to be blue and purple, the purple flower looked natural in shape, but the blue one. It looked as though someone had turned a miniature hopper upside down and hung it several times upon the stem. Ignoring the lack of logic I picked it up, it had the same texture as the roses and yellow flowers, but the colour was somewhat annoying, along the the upside down Hoppers.
I picked up three of each holding each bunch in one hand, and made my way to the settlement. I had no idea what to expect, but I hoped it wouldn't be anything similar to screams. I didn't know who to talk to first, none of the Natives seemed to acknowledged my presence, which I took as a blessing. I looked around for a Native that appeared suitable to talk to, I spotted the Native I noticed before selling the flowers, the Native was talking to another with pink skin and white and green hair. I made my way towards them, and tapped the flower Native on the back.
She turned and faced my legs, her eyes travelled up my body and came to rest at my eyes. I stuck out my hand that held the purple flowers in it, hoping it to be a sign of acceptance, it wasn't. The Native screamed at me and turned tail to run away, bringing the pink Native with it also screaming. The screams seem to have gain the attention of the entire settlement and all the Natives eyes turned upon me. Many of them screamed, and judging from the pitch they were female. A few others simply stared, horror struck. One however, with refined Oak coloured skin and brown hair yelled at me "Get away from here monster!" holding up a hoof in threat. This caused many of the other Natives to do same, obscenities were yelled at me, many of which I did not understand, but the idea was clear. Leave.
I began to turn away when a voice rang out. "Stop right there!" I turned to see a blue native with, I had to rub my eyes to be sure a multitude of different hair colours. "You had better get out of here before I mess you up!" she, judging from the voice, yelled, followed by a lot of other yells of "Yeah!" I didn't understand, I was leaving, why would she stop me, only to make sure I did. i raised a hand and pointed away from the settlement. "Yeah go on get!" I didn't understand this Natives, or possibly this settlements cultures, but I complied, and walked away. As soon as they believed I was out of earshot, they began celebrating and congratulating the multicoloured Native.
It would appear they have the same mind as the Craftians, they do not want me around, even though I presented them with flowers, perhaps it was different for the Golems because they protected the Villagers, or because they didn't look as intimidating, scratch that, the Golems are extremely intimidating. Perhaps the Villagers trusted them because they had seen them defeat other Mobs. Maybe if they see me defeat some of the Woodwolves they would accept me. I didn't notice how far I had walked until I found myself back in front of the Apple land. I decided I wasn't welcome there either, so I continued onward.
I admired the scenery as much as I could considering nothing was cubic or straight. I noticed a little bridge a ways away, and I decided to investigate. As I edged closer I noticed what the bridge was made of, Cobblestone, sweet Cobblestone. I wondered if it had the same texture as it did back home, I ran towards it and laid a gentle hand upon it. It was as though it had been taken directly from my world, I was too busy admiring the bridge to notice a Native creeping up behind me. When I had finished admiring the bridge I took a step back and let out a long breath. It was calming to find something similar to your homeland in a world you're not used to. I decided I would try and gain the Natives trust again, but by a different means, one that does not use flowers. I turned back to the settlement when I heard a small "eep" I looked around for the source of the sound, and when I could not find it, I looked down.
Standing before me was a small native, it had white skin and purple, pink and white hair, that had almost an iron tinge to it. It also had an odd bone protruding from it's forehead. I sat down on my hunkers to look at it. I could not tell whether it was male or female, or whether it wanted to hurt me or not. It looked up to me and said "You're not from here are you?" Judging from the tone I would assume female, or a very feminine male, I decided to go with the former. I nodded to show this was true. "What were you trying to do in the town?" She asked. I had a quick look around the surrounding area, and noticed another purple flower. I picked it and handed it to the little Native.
She stared at the flower, clearly not understanding "I don't get it." she stated. I didn't know how to explain it, I tried using symbolism. I pointed to myself. "You," The native said slowly. I pointed in the direction of the settlement. "Ponyville," The Native said with more confidence. I looked down upon her with confusion. She seemed to understand. "Oh, the town is called Ponyville." I nodded in understanding and made a mental note as to refer to the settlement as "Ponyville" I pointed towards the small Native. "me?" she questioned. I waved my hand in a "kind of" fashion. I pointed to the Native again, and I made a kind of shape in my hands, tracing along her figure. "Ponies?" I was confused, I pointed to her again as if to ask "Is that what you are?"
"Umm, well no, I'm a unicorn see," she said bringing a hoof towards the obtrusion on her head. I pointed to the obtrusion. "This is a horn, it's how you can tell all the different ponies apart, there's Pegasi, who have wings, and Earth Ponies, they don't have anything, but they're really strong and good with plants, and I'm a Unicorn, although I can't really do any magic." She looked downcast at the last few words. Clearly doing "magic" was something that Unicorns excel at, but it would appear that she is a young Unicorn, and might not be that good at it. I gave her a little run on the head. She seemed to take it better than the red Native yesterday. I wondered if it was because she was use to it being a small Native, or Unicorn, for that matter. I got back to the signing
I made a shape with my hands, I stretched out my index fingers and made them touch, then proceeded to curl my thumbs inward, effectively making the shape of a heart. "L-love?" The Unicorn said uncertainly. I thought about it for a bit, then shook my head. I wanted to show that I tried to befriend the Natives, err, Ponies. I wonder if they have any books. I clasped my hands together and made a sweeping motion with my hands. "Read." She said. I shook one finger to show she was wrong, and then I pointed to my one outstretched hand,and made it look like I grabbed an invisible page and turned it. "Books!" She proclaimed, then looked confused, "You want to read? but readings boring." I looked at her, she truly was a child, but nevertheless I nodded in affirmation. "Well," she began "We could go to Twilight's Library, but I don't think they'll want to be seeing you in town very much." she chuckled nervously. I waved off her worries with a motion of my hand, and pointed to my eye. "Purple?" I shook my head, and pointed to my eye again, but before she could say anything, I brought my finger towards her. "See?" she asked. I nodded, and then made the book motion again. "So you just need to see the library and then you'll be ok?" I nodded, this wasn't entirely true, but I don't think I could explain my teleporting abilities.
"Well you could probably see it from the entrance to the town, and I don't think anypony will see you there." I nodded, but I ignored what she said regarding "anypony" perhaps it was just their way of speaking. I began to head back towards where I came, but before leaving turned to the Unicorn, and held out a hand. She looked unsure about whether or not to take it. I made a gesture to myself, then shook my head, punched my hand, and pointed to the Unicorn. "You, won't punch, me?" She thought about it, "You won't hurt me?" she said looking up at me. I nodded, I don't think I'd be able to, the way she was looking at me with her enormous green eyes. Had they been blue I think I would have started crying. I held out my hand once more, and she placed a hoof upon it. I smiled down at her and she smiled back up. I decided to lift her up and place her upon my shoulder. Clearly she had not expected this and was going to scream, until she land safely upon my shoulder. "Wow, look at how high up I am." I did not understand this young ones amazement with height, but then again she was a child.
As I made our way back to town we inevitably passed by the AppleLand. "Hey look it's Sweet Apple Acres." Clearly the child had either been here before, or had a reading skill sufficient for her age. I pointed to her and then to "Sweet Apple Acres" "Oh yeah I've been here tons of times, one of my friends lives there. I stopped to think, and then remembered the Bow Native, and I gulped. I poked her to grab her attention, than put both hands on my head, both of them in circles. "Oh so you've met Applebloom have you?" I waved my hand again, believing I should not tell what happened with the "Applebloom" I pointed to the young Unicorn on my shoulder "What?" I pointed towards Sweet Apple Acres, and then back to her. "Applebloom?" I shook my head and then jabbed at her. "Oh, you want to know my name." I nodded "My name is Sweetie Belle, but most people call me Sweetie." I made a mental note that if I should ever talk I will find Sweetie Belle first.
In almost no time at all myself and Sweetie Belle had found ourselves at the edge of Ponyville, I had not noticed how quickly time passes in this world, as the sky was already darkening. She was correct in thinking that no one had seen us. but how were we going to get to this library with all these Ponies in the way, oh yeah, I'm an Ender. I made the book motion once more in front of Sweetie Belle. "Umm it should be, right, There!" she exclaimed and pointed towards a rather large tree. I was actually somewhat glad to see this, as I had see Craftians living in trees before, and this was one building I felt confident I could fit into. I felt I should give Sweetie Belle fair warning as to what I was going to do. I pointed to her and then my stomach, and then made a thumbs down. "Me you bad?" Of course she wouldn't know where my stomach was, maybe if I pointed to her stomach. I grabbed her with both my hands and held her out in front of me, she looked a bit apprehensive. I pointed to her, than I gently poked her where I had hoped her stomach was, and it elected a small giggle out of her. I smiled at this, then did the thumbs down. "Me, stomach, bad." She thought about it for a moment. "I'm going to feel sick?" I nodded, and she laughed "Ha, you have no idea who you're dealing with, bring it on!" she proclaimed. I felt truly sorry for her, but she did say to bring it. I placed her upon my shoulder once more, and holding on to her, I searched for a way in.
I noticed a window, with light pouring out of it, and staring through, I could see floor, so I envisioned myself standing on that spot, and granted my body, and to a lesser extent Sweetie Belles, the ability to teleport. I once again felt the freedom of being able to move where ever I so chose, I had no idea what Sweetie Belle was feeling right now though. I came to stop inside the Tree Library, and my heart stopped as well. Before me where six Nat- err, Ponies, four of which I had never seen, two of which I met under unfortunate circumstances, and they were all blissfully unaware of me.I felt a movement on my shoulder and remembered Sweetie Belle. I could see her white face slowly turning green, I gently placed her on the floor, and slowly backed away, I could hear what the six were talking about. "I can't find anything in Fantastic Beasts and where to find them, or in Mythical Monsters." They were clearly talking about me, so I may have sped up the pace a bit backwards, and fell over a table. I cursed Notch for my unfortunate luck, and for the headache that came with the fall. I was groggy as I sat up with the help of my elbows, and came face to face with six Ponies, two of them scared, two of them angry and two of them intrigued. I had no idea what to do, so I held up my hand and said "Hello?"
Their reaction had been less than pleasing. Two screamed, two jumped towards me and the other two, well thankfully they did nothing but merely observe. The two that jumped towards me were the two I had previous encounters with, I quickly rolled to the side to avoid being flattened by two Ponies. They landed with an “oof” and crashed into each other. I turned to the other four, to see that a white Unicorn had fainted, and a purple one was looking upon me with great fear. I was confused by this one, Sweetie Belle had said there was only three types of Ponies, but this one had both wings and a horn, was she perhaps somekind of hybrid. Seeing as I spoke earlier, my mouth would not close for some time, so I decided to make the most of it. I cleared my throat and spoke slowly.
“Excuse me but what are you?” I directed my speech towards the purple one, and she wore the same look of amazement that I wore when I first heard the red Native speak, now that I look back on it I was not aware of which species he was, pherhaps the darkness shad hidden his wings from view, or perhaps, I took a look back at the orange Earth Pony groaning on the floor, he was the same species as her. I turned back to the purple one, seeing as she had grasped a sense of composure and began to talk.
“M-my name is Twilight Sparkle, I am a pony.” She spoke with a somewhat regal accent, similar to the sound of my tribe elders, but she carried an air of compassion in her voice, most definitely not similar to my elders. But it was what she said that threw me. She said she was a Pony, but the only Ponies here where the orange one and, I turned to my right to see a very, unstable, would be the best word to describe, her? She was a pink Earth Pony, and her hair was extremely large and, similar to that of an unwashed sheep. It was matted in places with knots everywhere. Sitting next to her was a yellow Pegasus with hair similar to that of the skin of her neighbour. “No you’re not, they are.” I said pointing towards the pink and orange Ponies. Now she was the one wearing a frown.
“In case you haven’t noticed we’re all ponies.” Her voice had risen in volume, was her mind being pumped with adrenaline, making her unable to form correct thoughts. “No you’re not!” I exclaimed, making her take a step back, perhaps raising my voice was not the best move. I brought my voice back down to a more conversational tone. “You are not all Ponies, she is a Unicorn,” I pointed to the white Unicorn on the floor “the blue and yellow ones are Pegasus, and the pink and orange are Ponies, I do not know what you are.” I made an emphasis on you and pointed a finger at her. After I finished an odd look appeared on her face, one of, recognition, understanding possibly? “Oh, I get it now.” Yep, understanding. “I’m an Alicorn.” She stated. What’s an Alicorn, I thought to myself, then decided to express my curiosity out loud. “What’s an Alicorn?” I question the apparent purple Alicorn “An Alicorn is a Unicorn with Pegasus wings.” What made her so special? Why was she allowed to have both? “Isn’t that a bit unfair?” I questioned. She was clearly taken aback by the question. “W-what? How is it unfair?” she stammered. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the orange and blue Ponies begin to get up, along with the white Unicorn currently by this purple ones side. “Why do you have both a horn and wings?” The blue and orange one were fully up now, but they were not attacking, they were, watching, with, interest? The white one was doing the same? “Because I’m a Princess.” She stated. My eye twitched a little. Although there was no such thing as a Princess in my tribe, I was aware of what the term was. When I was a mere Enderling, myself, along with all the other Enderlings were told stories to keep us occupied. We were told of a great behemoth of a spider known as the Spider Queen. It was a spider, only a bit larger than the regular variety, but it held to ability to control other spiders, even ones of a colossal size. During the story, one of the Enderlings asked what would happen if the Spider Queen had a baby, and that was when I learnt of the terms Prince and Princess. I knew that the term meant that she was the daughter of a Queen, and therefore, granted power over others. I was angered at this, she believed that because she was better , she was allowed more power. I cleared my throat. “And, eh, how would you describe these Ponies.” I said gesturing to the room around me, hoping she understood the meaning. “Well, they’re my friends I suppose.” I nodded in a sarcastically understanding manner. “And, if these Ponies are your friends, why are they not the same as you? Do you not think you should share your power with those of whom you are close?” there was a slight annoyance in my voice, which she picked up on. “How would you know what it means to have friends, who could you be close to?” There was anger in her voice, and it was noticed by each person in the room. “How could a monster like you have someone to care about!” My mind flashed to my sister dying in my arms, I snapped. “DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME I DON’T CARE ABOUT ANYONE!” I shouted, the very sound shook the foundations of the building, and the two that were looking upon me with interest now showed fear, I could feel the anger rising in my chest but I forced it back down, and took a deep breath. I decided now would be a good time to make my leave. Behind the Alicorn was rows of books, all different colours. I reached towards a particularly large and dusty one, and prised it from the shelf. I then turned to the door, which I had noticed earlier, and walked towards it. “Hey!” What is it with Ponies stopping me from leaving. I sighed an turned to face the six. “Yes.” I asked sarcastically. “Give that back.” It was the Alicorn. I took it she was talking about the book. “No.” I told her. “I’m allowed take it.” She was clearly expecting the first part, but the second part, not so much. “What the hay do you mean you’re allowed take it!” I could see a small crackle form around the base of her horn. Did she not know this was a library, I took it she was well aware considering she was looking me up in books. “This is a library, is it not.” I questioned, perhaps I was just misinformed. The crackling around her horn died instantly. “How did you know this was a library?” she sounded more concerned that curious. She more than likely thought I had been here for longer than the one day I have actually been so. But what she said made me remember something extremely important. The book fell to the ground with a thud as I began searching frantically. How could I have forgotten about Sweetie Belle. I would like to blame the Alicorn for distracting me, but I doubt it would be true. The others were watching me as if I was a wolf who had lost it’s favourite bone. I let out a sigh of relief as I discovered an unconscious silver body lying under a table. “There you are.” I reached under that table and picked up Sweetie Belle by her torso, seeing as my hand was large enough to wrap around her. I brought her out from under the table which allowed the Ponies to see. I had only placed her upon my shoulder and turned to the door when I was blasted off my feet and sent crashing into a book case. Whatever hit me was extremely powerful. A book fell off a shelf and landed on my head. The jolt was enough for me to remember what was going on. I looked up and my eyes fell upon a certain purple Alicorn. I glared at her and she wore a scared face, but shook her head slowly and pointed a hoof to her left. It was the white Unicorn. Her horn was practically smoking and her eyes, I blinked to make sure I was seeing correctly. Her light blue eyes held the same gaze of fury that mine held whenever someone tried to injure Bronagh. I was confused, but the thought of Bronagh made be think of someone else. I looked at my shoulder to find that Sweetie Belle was no longer there. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed a small something in the air. The blast sent at me must have knocked Sweetie Belle skyward. My mind was clouded over, when I pictured her falling, in a similar fashion of one that I had seen too many times. I didn’t know what to do, but I felt my self preforming the same actions that were preformed on that faithful day. I leaped forwards in an attempt to catch the currently falling Sweetie Belle. It did not go as expected. It is extremely difficult to leap while sitting down, so I made a sort of, odd tumble, and landed with a THUD on a very sensitive part of my body. Another THUD and a lump landed on my stomach, causing me to let out a gasp of breath. Knowing Sweetie Belle was safe, I closed my eyes and let my head hit the floor.
When I opened them, around a second later, there was a very angry white Unicorn standing over, and every other Pony standing away from her, looking upon her with, fear? It was a very odd kind of fear. Anyway, the kind of fear that you have when knowing you’re friend is going to make a big mistake. Back to the situation at hand, I was now looking upon a Unicorn who I would assume very much wanted to kill me. I didn’t know how to get out of this situation, so I did possibly the strangest thing I had ever done. “Boop.” I squeezed her nose. She let out a “Gah.” and reared back from shock. I took the opportunity to stand up, clutching Sweetie Belle close to my shoulder, her head drooping over the back. After she regained her composure, her horn began crackling a light blue similar to her eyes. “Put her down.” She said in a warning tone. She had a lot of nerve I’ll give her that. “Are you going to hurt her?” I asked warily. She looked, offended. “Of course I’m not going to hurt her!” She shouted at me. Her tone was like that of a protective parent. “Then what was that little stunt back there!” I shouted matching her in scale. “If she had of landed on the floor instead of me she could have been seriously hurt.” “Why do you even care for her!” Her tone was no curious and less seeping with poison. “Because she’s the only one here who’s been nice to me, well except for that red guy.” I replied, recalling the night before I was chased away from “Sweet Apple Acres.” Before she could have a rebuttal, and orange hoof met her chest, signaling for her to stop. “Now how do you know about Big Mac?” She spoke to me as if asking a youngling where they found something that didn’t belong to them. “He was kind enough not to kick me the moment he saw me.” I let it out in a short burst. I had been wanting to do that for a while. The orange one looked as though she was about to apologise, but stopped before she could say anything. “Well,” she let out in a drawl “I wouldn’t have kicked you, if you hadn’t done anything ta AppleBloom.” AppleBloom? Who’s AppleBloom again. “Applebloom, Applebloom,” I murmured trying to recall where the name came from. My mind had a sudden burst of memory “Oh I know this one,” I said as though I was playing a game “She’s eh, she’s small, yellow, and em, uh, has a bow?” I asked hoping my description fit the picture. The orange one looked at me with anger, but it wasn’t the same “I will kill you”anger the white one had, it was more of a “you had better have an explanation for this” kind of anger. “And why, did you have her bow?” she questioned, I could see her holding back the same sentence but with much larger volume. “She dropped it.” I said simply, shrugging my shoulders, inadvertently causing Sweetie Belle to moan.I decided it would be best if I let the white one have her. I picked her up off my shoulder and placed her upon the white ones torso, she gave me a silent thank you with a nod of her head and stepped back from the orange one. “What do ya mean she dropped it?” she asked, clearly not believing my story. I sighed and said again “She dropped it, or it fell off maybe, so I went to give it back to her, and then you,” I pointed at her spinning my finger “thought it would be good fun to kick me.” I gave her a condescending look. It appeared she was actually going to say sorry this time. “Alright I’m so-” “HOLD IT!” “OH COME ON!” I shouted the last bit, the bit before was said by the multicoloured Pegasus. “What about in town? When you scared Roseluck and I had to send you on your way.” The blue one questioned. I face palmed and dragged my hand down slowly. It was causing a bit of discomfort around the room but I really couldn’t care. “Is you’re ego always this big?” I muttered, when my hand finally left my face. “HEY!” she shouted, “My ego isn’t big, my ego is a perfectly normal size.” She finished the last sentence by sticking her tongue out. “You don’t even know what ego means!” I yelled, I wasn’t aware if this was true or not but I was willing to take my chances. "S-so what if I don't know what it means, if I don't know what it means then it means it isn't worth my time knowing." I so desperately wished to place my hands upon her throat and allow her see the price of a large ego, but I abstained as it would not be a good impression on the other Ponies. "Which one of you here is the most educated?" I said tiredly "Cause I really do not have the energy to educate her extremely tiny mind." It caused a snicker from the orange and pink Ponies. I didn't imply it to be funny, but I was hoping to get a reaction from the blue one, which I succeeded in doing. She growled at me, which I thought was extremely unusual as I had only known wolves to growl. I wasn't paying attention as these thoughts came across my mind, so I didn't notice her leaping towards me, when I did it was too late to dodge out of the way, I yelled and my instincts kicked in. I teleported away, I didn't know to where but it was in the immediate vicinity. "Aaah!" was the first thing I heard when I finished teleporting, the first thing I saw was inky blackness. I didn't know who or what made the noise but I was fully aware of what happened next. A bright green light appeared from the darkness and it enveloped itself around me. I looked down and noticed that this green light was fire. So I did what any rational being would do if they were on fire, I screamed. "Gaaaaah!" I shouted, my mouth was once fully open again. It is a peculiar thing how an Enders mouth works, but considering I am on fire now is not the best time. I teleported once more and found myself back in the presence of six Ponies. They screamed almost as loud as I did when they saw me on fire, the Alicorn however, shouted something along the lines of "Spike, what did you do!" A dog did this? What the Nether is wrong with this world? I fell to the ground, as it would appear the flame was eating away at my legs. It traveled faster up my body, catching around my groin area giving it an unpleasing sensation. With the flame getting closer to my head I shouted my last words at the Ponies who were watching me, to the idiotic dog who set my on fire, to Notch and Herobrine themselves..
"FORCE UPDATE!" and with that, I accepted my demise, and was completely enveloped by the flame.
THUMP I landed on a hard surface, and felt as though my stomach had done several flips, and could feel a surge of internal fluids rushing up my throat, unfortunately, I had felt the sensation several times before. I groaned as I got up and searched for somewhere to expell my bile, and found myself in a room that appeared to be made out of a more recent discovery that was found in the Nether, marble. I was aware of how fond Craftians were of this stone as they said it had nice "aesthetic" purposes. I noticed a hole in the room and ran towards it, barely keeping my fluids down, when i got to the hole I thanked Notch and apologised for my previous language. I didn't have time to look down as the bile evacuated my body. There was a surprisingly large amount considering the only thing I ate recently was an apple. When I had finished throwing up, I had a look as to where I was, I appeared to be in some form of castle, it looked as though it was made entirely out of marble. I would have continued my admiration had I not heard an extremely girly scream. It appeared to have come from below me. I was extremely high up but I could make out thanks to light spilling out of a nearby window that there appeared to be a a white Unicorn, with green hair, oh, wait. The Unicorn looked for the culprit, when he looked up he saw me gazing out of the window and shouted "I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS!" It sounded male and desperately serious, I hope he has no great power. I didn't think my voice would reach down if I talked normally so I shouted. "IF IT IS ANY CONSOLATION I AM EXTREMELY SORRY!" I hoped he would forgive me, but if it was me, I probably wouldn't. "THERE IS NO CONSOLATION HERE!" He shouted before running towards the light. I sighed realising this probably won't end well, like most of my encounters. I sighed and stepped away from the window. "Why can't I ever make a good impression." I sighed "Damn thee Herobrine, you sadistic bastard." I sighed and slumped to the floor, thinking of jumping out that window, but my thoughts were interrupted by a small cough.I turned and found myself in the presence of two Unicorns and a, a, I have no idea what the third being was, It looked like a various mismatch of animals, several of which I do not know. The only things I could recognise were a Pegasus wing, and an over sized bat wing. I noticed it appeared to be bathing in something, it looked like it had a similar texture to milk, but was brown. I also noticed that the two Unicorns were bathing in water, and suddenly realised I interrupted their bathing time. It is extremely awkward to interrupt something as private as bathing. I had the unfortunate realisation of this when I was exploring a cave I heard the sound of running water. Now, the thing about water is, it burns us, if left untreated. Some of the smartest Elders developed a kind of powder that allowed us to nullify the effects of water on our skin. It burns us enough so that it's not painful but it destroys any dirt on our skin. As I approached the running water I wondered what I would find there, I was young so I did not know about the location of ores, so naturally I was excited. I ran towards the source but as soon as I got to a small pool of water, being fueled by a nearby source block coming from a crack in the cave, I tripped and came face to face with one of the, ehem, more attractive females of my tribe. She screamed I screamed we all scream for Magma Cream. Back to the situation at hand I could tell that these three didn't exactly know how to deal with me, and with the depletion of energy given to me from that oh so wonderful experience of the taste of bile in my mouth, I didn't think I could do much. I sighed and hoped these Ponies weren't like the orange and blue Ponies with my first encounters. "Please tell me you're not going to attack me," I sighed "Cause I really am too tired to fight." The two Unicorns shared a glance, and the mismatched creature simply watched with interest.Before either could say anything, the door to this, bathing room I suppose, was thrust open, and a white Unicorn with a dripping green mane walked in. I tugged at my neck as I realised this was the same Unicorn whom I accidentally threw upon. Thankfully, he didn't notice me, and walked straight towards the white Unicorn. "Aunty I need you to find whoever did this to me!" he said, with the same air of royalty that the purple Alicorn had, but he sounded much more, snobby, and an "I'm better than you." attitude. "I think it suits you." The creature in milk chuckled, obviously enjoying this beings uncomfortable situation. "Shut it you demon out of Tartus," and suddenly so was I. "No, wait, I can use you, you're good at getting revenge on people." He said, rubbing his hooves together in a devious fashion. The creature put a, paw, to what I assumed to be it's chin. "Hmm, let me think about that, nope." with that he sunk back into his milky bath. The Unicorn was clearly furious at this, his face turning a bright shade of red. "I don't care what you say I am a Prince and you will obey me!" He shouted getting ever closer to the creature, but he said the magic word. The moment the words prince and obey left his obnoxious mouth I decided to teach him a lesson. Thankfully, he was still angrily unaware of my presence, so my best tactic was to simply walk up behind him, and do whatever comes to mind. As I made my way towards the white Unicorn, I could see the other cast an unsure glance at the Blue one, but the Blue simply shook it's head. I stood behind the obnoxious Unicorn who was huffing at the mismatched creature, who appeared to be giving me a sly smile. "And, what if he doesn't want to obey you?" I spoke behind the Unicorn. He did not jump, much to my disappointment, he did however, tense up, it wasn't out of fear, but out of anger. "Who," He began to turn "In the name of Tartus, dares to talk to me like-" His eyes met my legs "that." he said with a whimper. Slowly his eyes traveled up my legs, up my chest, and came to a rest on my head. I could see his current thoughts in his eyes, and thought I would have a little fun. "Boo." I said. He ran through my legs screaming like a tiny female, leaving a streak of yellow liquid in his wake. You could hear him screaming no matter how far he went, the same, continuous feminine scream could be heard even when he was, what I would assume, twenty floors down. I bet that all those in Ponyville could hear it. Even Notch himself could probably hear it. The screaming had finally stopped and a loud clanging could be heard, I would assume he locked himself inside a room with an iron door. After the bang of the door, I turned to look at the three beings in their respective baths. The milk creature and the blue Unicorn burst out laughing, and the white Unicorn was trying with great difficulty to hold back a great bout of laughter. "I have to say my good fellow you put on quite a show." It was the mismatched creature, he hopped out his bath, and it was a most disturbing site. this creature, he had more than two different wings. his arms were different his legs were different, my head seemed ready to explode, it could not have gotten worse. "Yes, we are most humbled by your exploits." I turned to see the blue Unicorn giving me a friendly smile, but I was too focused above her head. Her hair appeared to be the embodiment of the night sky. There was a small hissing sound going on in my head, a creeper ready to blow, not out of anger though, out of confusion. "Although I am not fond of such actions I must admit it was rather funny." A voice behind me said. I turned slowly, and hoped there was no creation created by Herobrine. The creeper exploded. Her hair was like that of the blue Pegasus, but it was flowing, with no clear wind blowing it. "My name is Celestia, pleased to meet you." She said extending a hoof. "As much as I would love to shake your hoof," I began, "Celestia" looked somewhat upset "I think, I am going to faint." and with that I hit the marble floor with a thud.
I awoke for the second time in this strange world, a world filled with various coloured animals known as Ponies. I first believed that there were only three types, as my only friend in this world, a little Unicorn by the name of Sweetie Belle, told me this but now I have discovered there are four races of Ponies, one of which is known as an Alicorn, who has both a Unicorn horn and Pegasus wings, and this is apparently because they are of a higher status than other Ponies. I was now looking at two of those Ponies, two of these Alicorns, and their hair alone is enough to make one go insane. One has hair similar to that of the night sky, and the other has a multitude of colours in her hair, similar to a certain Pegasus I met back in Ponyville, only this Alicorns hair appeared to be flowing in a non-exsistant wind. I can tell you this because they were standing over me at an uncomfortably close distance, looking down at me expectantly. They had their wings out, which was how I knew they were Alicorn, and felt an instant dislike towards them, hopefully they were nicer than the purple Alicorn in Ponyville. I felt that I wouldn’t be able to talk for some time, so I sat up and stared at the lapis Alicorn and Celestia, whose name I was told yesterday and remained with my conscious while I slept. I waved my hand meekly at the two, presumably, powerful figures, who I should hope did not watch me while I slept. Celestia smiled at me, while the lapis Alicorn allowed an enormous grin to break on her face. “Sister, it is awake!” She exclaimed to Celestia, who wore a slight scowl at her “sister” “Luna, he, is not an it, do you not recall him speaking yesterday?” “Luna” looked lost in thought for a moment, than snapped back to reality as a pink tint surface to her cheeks “Oh, yes, we are sorry for that rude remark.” That made me even more confused, did Celestia say something offensive that I didn't catch. I raised an eyebrow to Celestia, who seemed to understand my confusion. “It is just how she talks, do not worry, I did not insult you.” She wore a genuine smile while saying this, which made her seem likeable, even though she was an Alicorn. I didn't think I would be able to talk so early after waking up so I thought it would be better to simply allow them to converse with me before being required to speak. “My name is Celestia, and this is Luna,” she began, gesturing to her sister I nodded in understanding. “We are the rulers of this fair land, known as Equestria.” So that’s where I was, Equestria, it had a nice ring to it. I was about to nod once more, but then something made me stop. These two are rulers, but, they can’t both be Queens, can they? I rubbed my throat testing to see if I would be able to talk soon, another ten minutes and I should be fine. Luna seemed to notice this.
“Are you having trouble speaking?” She questioned, putting her hoof to her own throat. I was curious as to what she thought of me, was I just some, partially sentient being to her, or did she start rubbing her throat as if to make sure hers wasn't sore. I shook my head and held up all the digits on both of my hands, trying to convey the message of ten minutes. Unfortunately these Ponies did not possess hands, and therefore looked at me in confusion. It wasn't the first look of confusion I had gotten. I held up a single finger. “One?” Celestia asked, unsure of the meaning, I was amused, the ruler of this land, and no idea how to count, actually that was a bit mean, she just hadn't seen hands before so, understandable. I nodded slowly and held up a second finger. “Two.” Luna stated. I nodded once more, and opened my entire palm, allowing all of my fingers to extend outwards. I could see Celestias’ mouth moving, counting my fingers. “Five.” She finished. I extended my other hand and opened my palm, so that now ten fingers were shown. “Ten.” In all honesty that probably took a minute, so it was now around nine.
I looked around, for some form of contraption that told time. I could see no such thing, but I did notice the sun shining through the window, so I pointed towards it. The sisters blinked. “Ten days?” Luna asked. I shook my head and made a squeezing motion with my fingers, as if I was crushing something very small. “Ten hours?” She asked once more. I shook my head again and made the same gesture. “Ten minutes.” Luna stated, hoping she was right, which she was, so I gave her a sincere nod and smile. I decided to try and convey my whole message. I stretched out my fingers and held up ten of them once more. “Ten minutes.”They said at almost the same time. I massaged my throat. “Your voice.” Luna said, as she had questioned the motion earlier. I held out a hand and put my thumb up. “Umm, “ The sisters did not know that that meant, honestly, there must be some form of creature in this land with appendages such as mine, it is a worldwide symbol for, no, quite possibly a Universal symbol, for ok. I shook my head in annoyance, which obviously made the Alicorns worry. “We apologise if we are unable to understand any of your, customs.” Luna told me, in a tone of concern, but it was hard to tell which we she was talking about. I waved my hands in an “it’s fine” fashion, only to realize they wouldn’t understand that either. I decided it would be better for them to be out of the picture while my throat healed. So I made ten fingers again, and hugged my chest. “You wish to be alone?” Celestia asked, with a somewhat disappointed tone. I rubbed my throat again, trying to show just until it gets better. She nodded solemnly and quickly nudged her sister to tell her to come as well. “We hope you get better soon.” Luna added before leaving, which left me alone to my thought, one of which was, which “we”.
I hadn't really taken my surroundings into account until now, as I had been too busy talking with the Queens, which made me question whether or not there was a single King, or perhaps two Kings ruling in harmony. The room which currently housed me was similar to the rest of the building, made of marble, although there were a few paintings here and there. One painting depicted a particularly old, but wise looking Unicorn, standing before a fiery mountain that appeared as if it belonged in the Nether. Upon the floor lay a carpet, it had a symbol stitched onto it but I couldn't make out what it was. I gazed upon what I had been resting on to see it was a large, regrettably, round bed that had sticks supporting what looked like a bright white carpet in the air. It had a bright white duvet, and several pillows, why would you need so many pillows, you only have one head.
I figured that time would pass quicker if I had a rest, so I did just that. I never did like sleeping on beds, they were always too soft and mushy. I thought I would be more comfortable leaning against one of the sticks that was supporting the flying carpet. It was surprisingly comfortable, and as I closed my eyes I found myself back in the land that I had loved so much. Thankfully, it was not Bronaghs dream, and I was allowed to simply explore whatever realm my mind had conjured up. I was having a peaceful stroll throughout my mindscape when I noticed a rather familiar looking building. It was the castle I was currently in, only, it looked as though it was built by a Craftian, and it just so happened to be made of marble. I was about to teleport towards it when I felt a strange sensation in the back of my skull. I whirled round, fearing this had become one of my nightmares, only to find nothing but the trees I had passed. As I turned back around, slowly, I heard the sound of something I was greatly fond of in Craftia. Music, it was one of the few forms of entertainment one had in the land of survival. I followed the sound of music to where it originated, which appeared to be from a poorly constructed house made of jungle wood, the windows appeared to be broken. I could not believe such amazing music was coming from here. There was a small door near one of the more broken windows, I peered inside, but there was nothing but darkness. I decided to open the door, allowing some light to spill into the room. I could not see anything, but the music was still coming from inside. This couldn't be a creation of my imagination, as I would not be able to imagine such music. It was then that I realised the music must be coming from outside this dream world, and that somewhere in a run down home, there is a person, more than likely Pony, with such talent that they deserve to live in this castle. I needed to find this person, err, Pony and bring them in front of the Queens. I attempted to force myself to wake up, thinking of the rising sun, and myself rising alongside with it. I closed my eyes and when I reopened them I was inside the castle room. I stood up, after realising I had sat down in my sleep, and ran to the nearest window. It appeared to be made of glass panes, so I took one away from its rightful place and set it down on the ground. I thrust my head outside, ears strained for any sign of music. I heard a faint melody coming from below me, in a darker part of the city, I also heard a slight scurrying from behind the closed door. As I got ready to teleport the door opened quite suddenly. I was faced with Luna, one of the Queens of this land. “Where are you going?!” She exclaimed. I smiled, knowing my throat was better. “To get you some music.” And with that I teleported to the ground of the city, hoping I could find the Pony before they stopped playing. As I reappeared of the ground, there seemed to be more residue off the teleport than usual. As I brushed it from my arm, I felt dozens of eyes stare at me. I looked up to see I had teleported into a crowded street. I could feel their fear, their sudden hatred of me, a monster that had just appeared out of thin air. I decided to act quickly. “Good Morning.” I stated and then began walking in a random direction, only to turn the opposite way when I heard the music coming from down the street rather than up it. I could still feel them staring at me, some of those stare turned into glares, which I had a hard time keeping my cool over, provided no one attacked me I would be fine. “Halt!” Oh for the sake of Notch. I turned towards a Unicorn that appeared to be wearing golden armour. “Yes?” I questioned him. “I request that you come with me and explain your business here.” He seemed to have lapis and light blue hair, though it was hidden under his helmet. “Why?” The Unicorn looked taken aback. “W-well because I do not wish for you to terrorise any of the innocent ponies.”He answered, honestly, I was getting a bit tired of this. “Don’t you think that’s a bit racist?” I couldn't think of a better word at the time. Now this, completely shocked the Unicorn. “How in Equestria is that racist?!” He shouted in disbelief “Well you see,” I began “you believe, that simply because I am of a different race of creature, or rather, different species of creature, that I must be considered dangerous.” I finished my sentence off, putting extra emphasis on dangerous. The Unicorn made a series of noises, most of which sounding like “I-bu-you- gaah.” He sighed in defeat “Ok fine, I suppose I can give you the benefit of the doubt, but I still want you to come with me.” I groaned, hearing the music fading away.
“Can’t you come with me, I need to find someone.” The Unicorn eyed me suspiciously. “I'm sorry but I can’t.” I kicked a small piece of stone on the cobblestone road, and noticed how it hit another stone, causing them both to go in the same direction. I smirked, a plan forming in mind. “And let’s say, I don’t come, and just continue walking, what will you do?” The Unicorns eyes widened. “You wouldn't.” I smiled and gave a small bow. “Good day.” I then proceeded to run like Nether in the direction of the music. “This is why you’re considered dangerous!” I heard the Unicorn shout after me. I smiled and turned round, only to see him at an extremely close pace. It caused me to scream in a kind of happy horror, like the kind when a friend scares you but you find it funny. I then proceeded to shout as he got nearer “Four hooves are faster than two legs, four hooves are faster than two legs, four hooves are fa- GAAH.”
I was tackled to the ground and ended up in a mess of hooves limbs and hands. “Ow,, ow ow, your horn is poking me!” I cursed as we tried to untangle ourselves. We managed to break and proceeded to lie flat on our backs, panting heavily. “I swear to Celestia, I am going to-” “SSSSHHH” I cut him off, I could hear the music at a much louder scale now, I realised I was in a part of the city that looked very run down compared to the upscale castle, even the houses surrounding the area where I teleported looked like mansions in comparison, and I have seen many of those. “Where are we?” I questioned aloud, hoping the Unicorn would know. “Clay District.” He responded, groaning as he got up of the ground. I offered my hand be he shook it away. “But these houses aren't made of clay, they’re made of poorly constructed wood.” I crossed my arms in anger, wondering who would live in such places. The Unicorn shook his head at the statement. “Then why did you come here.” I listened once more for the music, and found it coming from a house that looked almost as bad as the rest of them. I pointed a finger towards the house, the Unicorn followed it, and it was only then that he heard the music. “You came here, because of some music?” He eyed me incredulously. I nodded in affirmation. “Well,” he walked towards the door “you've got good taste.” He knocked upon said door and motioned for me to come closer. The music stopped immediately, and the shuffling of a chair could be heard, as well as several latches being, hopefully, unlocked. The door opened an inch, and an extremely thin chain mail could be seen, as well as a bright purple eye. I blinked, it looked as though I was staring into the eyes of my brethren for a second. The door closed once more and a small ‘clink’ could be heard. The door opened about halfway this time. There was a grey Earth Pony standing there, with dark hair.
“C-can I help you?” She directed her question towards the armour wearing Unicorn. “uhh, I believe my fri- uhh, acquaintance would like to speak to you.” I was surprised he almost called me his friend, but perhaps he was just being hospitable. I crouched down in front of the Pony and looked into her eyes. I could see sorrow and torment masked behind a welcoming glance to the Unicorn. “I think, it’s a bit of waste to let talent go to waste, don’t you?” The Earth Pony looked at me with a bemused expression.
“And I suppose that you would be able to find me a place to express my talent then?” She clearly thought I was just attempting to make a fool out of her. “As true as that is, I was wondering why you play in such a bleak place, when there could be thousands of Ponies listening to your masterpiece.” A small tear appeared at the corner of her eye, but she held it in. “Because I was chased out by those same ponies, and forced to live here.” She held both sadness, and anger in her voice. I could hear the Unicorn beside me sniffle a little. “Well we can’t have that now can we. I don’t suppose I could see what you were playing could I?” The Pony nodded and trotted back inside her small home, leaving the door slightly more open, allowing myself and the Unicorn a look at what was inside. But there was nothing inside, nothing but a table, and a small piece of cloth. It angered me to think that someone, anyone could live like this. I could hear an aggravated snort from the Unicorn beside me, indicating he thought the same.
“What’s your game?” He whispered to me. “You’ll see.” I whispered back, as the Pony came trotting back towards us, carrying an extremely large instrument that I had not seen before.
“This, is my cello.” She waved a hoof over her “cello”. It looked very battered, like a pick on its last limbs. “And you played that music with this?” She nodded, looking slightly embarrassed. I plucked a piece of string on it. “Good.” I concluded “I placed a hand on the Earth Ponys back, and one on the Unicorns. “What are you do-” He began to question, but before he could finish, I teleported the three of us, to where I had been before this whole endeavour started. The room in the castle. When I had reappeared there, the Unicorn looked a little dazed at first, but quickly regained his posture and composure, where as the Earth Pony, “BLECH.” A large amount of green liquid escaped from her mouth, perhaps I should have thought of that. “Oh dear.” I heard a voice from behind me. I turned to see Celestia sitting by a table, with a small something that appeared to have something steaming in it.
“Oh, hello Celestia.” I waved non-nonchalantly, the other two however, didn't. “P-princess.” The Unicorn stammered, the Earth Pony looked as though she would faint “Oh, you’re a Princess, I thought you were a Queen.” I shrugged. The other two looked at me with their mouths agape, whereas Celestia chuckled. I suddenly remembered the reason for all of this. “Oh yeah, Celestia,” I gestured to the Earth Pony “I brought you a musician.” And with that, the cello playing Pony, who looked as if she was going to faint, did so.
"Well, that's not good." I said, glancing down at the fallen musician. The armoured Unicorns mouth fell open. "I suppose we had best clean her up." She gave a call and several Ponies with white hats and red crosses on them came in, and brought her out. After they had left Celestia turned to me. "It was not very polite to leave from ones window." My eyes were drawn to the glass pane I had placed on the floor. "He-he, sorry about that, I'll put it back." I picked up the glass pane and placed it where it should be, but not before glancing down into the street below. When I turned around both Ponies were looking at me with shocked expressions.
"What?" I was generally confused about this. "How did you do that!" The Unicorn shouted. "Shining Armour, as much as I would like the answer as well there is no need to raise your voice." "Shining Armour" muttered something along the lines of "Sorry Princess." "How did I do what?" I asked once more.
"That, magic you did with the glass." Celestia said hesitantly. I stared at the glass pane which I had put back. "What, put back a piece of glass?" I said picking it up again. Celestias eye twitched slightly. "Y-yes, how exactly are you doing that?" "I'm just holding it." I replied, giving the glass pane a once over, wondering if there was anything strange about it. "I can do it with anything really." I said, spinning the pane on my fingertip.
"I doubt that." Shining Armour scoffed. I scowled at him, placed the pane back, and picked up a chunk of marble from the floor. Both his and Celestias jaws dropped open. I laughed at the "all powerful ruler" being amazed by something as simple as picking up a block, oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask her that.
"Hey, Celestia." I said placing the block on the floor, not necessarily in the same spot, just so I had somewhere to sit. Celestia quickly readjusted her expression and answered. "Yes?" "Why are you an Alicorn?" She blinked.
"I'm afraid I don't understand the question." I nodded and attempted to rephrase it. "Uhh," I noticed Shining Armour gazing at my seat with interest. "would you consider him a friend?" His eyes widened, "Hey don't bring me into this!" he warned "Your just an example." I replied, and turned back to Celestia.
"I, suppose I would, yes." I chuckled at Shining Armours reaction, he appeared to be a bit insulted. "Then why isn't he an Alicorn?" This took both Ponies by surprise. "Well,um, I suppose," She was clearly having a hard time choosing the right words. "I've actually been wondering that as well." Shining Armour said. Ok now I was confused.
"Why should you be an Alicorn?" I asked "You just asked why I wasn't." "Yeah but that was an example.""Well I'm married to one." "Is it Luna?" "No." "Is it her?" I pointed to Celestia. "No." "Is it Twilight?" "No- how do you know Twilight!" His sudden increase in volume sent me of my block. "Can we get back to the first question, please?"
Shining Armour "humph"ed at me, but turned back to Celestia, who was rubbing her head with her hooves. "Ok, you can't simply become an Alicorn, you have to do something tremendous first, and then there's a judge of your character and a meeting between all current Alicorns, it is a very long and boring task." She finished with a sigh. I somewhat grasped the concept now, but one thing still bothers me.
"Who is the Queen?" I asked. Celestia looked taken aback. "There is no Queen, there is only myself and Luna." she replied, a slight disturbance in her voice. "How can two Princess run a kingdom?" This land was getting more confusing by the second. "There was a Queen." Celestia said.
Her tone made it clear, and I understood completely. "I'm sor-" Before I could finish my sentiment the doors of the room were thrust open violently, and there stood the only six Ponies in this land I didn't want to see, well, four technically as I hadn't had a chance to talk to the pink or yellow one yet.
"You!" A certain Alicorn shouted "Yes?" she ground he teeth as my eyes travelled along the Ponies, my eyes stopped at the hooves of the white Unicorn, and then, they lit up in surprise. "Sweetie Belle!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms wide. Sweetie Belle ran forward "What are you doing here?" I asked as I swung her up onto my shoulder. "You're talking!" She shouted in surprise, leaving a slight ringing in my ears
"So are you!" I shouted back, than began laughing along with Sweetie Belle. "Hey!" We turned to see Twilight glaring at us. "What?" we said at the same time "JINX!" Sweetie Belle shouted "You owe me a milkshake." I understood the concept of jinx, but I has no idea what a milk shake was. "You are under arrest!" Twilight growled
I blinked. “You have more political power than her I take it?” I looked to the massive white Alicorn standing next to me. “Princess Celestia!” The Ponies said in shock. Seriously, how could they miss such a huge Alicorn right in the middle of the room, with hair that should be classed as against the laws of nature, in a good way of course. They all bowed down until their noses hit the floor. “Twilight you are a Princess too, you have no need to bow, and your friends are heroes of Equestria, they should not bow either.” The Ponies all raised their heads and smiled. “That is why I prefer you over her.” I stated pointing both my fingers at Celestia. “That’s not very nice.” I heard a whisper in my ear. I saw Sweetie Belle lying there with her front hooves over my shoulder. “But she was super mean to me.” I replied. “I was mean to you!” I turned to see the purple princess huffing. “You were the one who shouted at me and stole my book.” I slapped my hand against my face. “It’s a library you’re supposed to take books.” I retorted. “Not without a library card!” “What’s a library card?” I asked. She grumbled “It’s a card that you use to check out books, so that way you can return them on time.” I thought about it for a bit. “That’s stupid.” I said. She looked like a creeper about to explode. “We just go by the honesty of whomever takes it to return it.” Twilight stamped her hoof against the ground. “No that’s stupid, that’s, that’s, you can’t trust people with books. You might never get them back, or, or there might be coffee stains on them, or-” “What’s coffee?” I whispered to Sweetie Belle. “I don’t know, I'm not allowed any, but Rarity drinks it to help keep her awake to work.” She whispered back. I nodded “Which one is Rarity?” “The white unicorn. She’s my sister.” “She’s your sister?” I blurted out, interrupting Twilights continuous rant about everyone needs a library card. “Have you even been listening to what I said?” She asked, very angry indeed. “
“Absolutely not.” I nodded. She began to grind her teeth, and I heard a small chuckle from Celestia, and a stranger chuckle from someone else. I turned my head around to see the mismatched creature from the previous night. I felt a throbbing in my head. “Oh, you hurt my head.” I moaned. “What!” Twilight shouted, she apparently thought I was still talking about her. “Not you him, whatever he is.” I pointed behind me. “Hey that’s a bit rude.” I turned round, the Shining Armour was looking at me with a frown. “Wait what, where did the other guy go?” I scratched my head. “Yes where did the other guy go?” I heard the voice again. “Aha.” I shouted and pointed, at nothing but air. “Oh come on.” I hung my head. “Hey that’s my line.” Sweetie Belle giggled from my shoulder. I smiled and looked up, only to see the creature standing behind the six Ponies. “There!” I shouted. Everyone turned around but they couldn't see him. “What I don’t see anything.” I felt an anger build up in my chest. I gently took Sweetie Belle off my shoulder and placed her on the ground next to her sister. I then, calmly as ever strode past everyone and took the window pane apart again.
Before I even allowed Twilight to question how I did that, I teleported away. I found myself on a roof not far from the castle. I could see Celestia looking out the window at me, wondering what I was going to do. I sucked in a giant breath, and “DAMN THEE SPAWN OF HEROBRINE!” I let it out in one glorious shout. I sighed, content with my work and teleported back to the room. Conveniently I teleported behind everyone, who was currently looking out the window to see where I had gone.
“What are we looking at?” I whispered behind them. All of them screamed, except for the Pink one, she laughed. Celestia even chuckled a bit, and soon, everyone was in full blown laughter, except for Twilight, who frowned at me. “Why did you do that?” She asked. “Well I wasn't going to do it in here now was I?” “No I mean why did you do that, why did you scream?” Oh that’s what she meant. “Because of that guy with the horns that none of you can see.” I told her. Everyone looked confused, until the yellow one softly said “Discord, stop messing around, please.”
I heard the chuckle behind me again. “If I turn around and you’re not there I swear I am going to encase myself in marble.” I turned, and he was there. “Well it’s very nice to meet you, I like that little shout of yours, but who is Herobrine?” He asked shaking my hand vigorously with his chicken hand. “I’d say your father but Herobrine isn't this nice.” I replied, my arm getting tired now. “What are you?” I asked. “How rude.” He pouted, turning away from me. I understood why he was saying that, but I felt like he was only doing so to annoy me. “I'm sorry. Who are you?” He turned back around and smiled toothily at me. “The name is Discord, Lord of Chaos, Creator of cotton candy clouds.” “What’s a cotton candy cloud.” There were two gasps, one from Discord, and one from the pink Pony.
“You don’t know what cotton candy is?” She shouted her face uncomfortably close to mine. I could see there was no violent intent in her eyes, but that didn't stop me from backing away. “No, I don’t, I apologise.” Her face broke into a large grin. “It’s ok, I just happen to keep some on me for emergencies.” She took a stick that looked like it was covered in a lighter version of her hair. For some reason, her friends looked confused and angry at how she pulled it from nowhere. I don’t understand, almost everyone in Craftia can do that, maybe she is from there too.
I took the hair stick off her and held it in my hand, examining it. It definitely looked like it came from her hair. I felt everyone’s gazes on me, not that they weren't already on me, but now they all had the same feeling, anticipation. I took a tentative bite. The pink consumable came apart rather easy, but that wasn't what I was focused. It was extremely sweet, sweeter than anything I ever ate, and I once ate a whole bucket a sugar straight from the cane. I coughed and gasped for breath, I could see the pink one looked rather upset. “It’s *ehem* a little sweet.” I said, looking at the cotton candy haired pony. It just occurred to me that I know absolutely none of their names save for Twilight and Sweetie Belle.
“What is your name?” I asked, I directed it a the Pink one but I hoped the others would answer as well. “I'm Pinkiemena Diane Pie. Or Pinkie Pie for short.” I couldn't help but chuckle. “Very suitable.” I looked at the rest of them “And you’re names are?” I gestured a hand to all of them. The orange one stepped forward first. “Names Applejack, and I would like to apologise for kicking yall seeing as somepony didn't give me a chance to.” She squinted her eyes at the multi-coloured Pegasus, who rolled her eyes and stepped forward. “I'm Rainbow Dash, fastest flier in all of Equestria.” I felt a throbbing in my head, recalling her big ego from when I first met her, well the second time I met her. “You really haven’t got a half-slab of self-control do you?” I rubbed my forehead with my hand, noticing how Rainbow Dash was scowling. I decided to move to the next Pony, but it was Sweetie Belles sister, “Rarity, I believe your name is?” She looked scared “Y-yes, how did you know?” I pointed to Sweetie Belle. “It’s why I shouted “She’s your sister.”” She looked like she understood, but she also looked annoyed at Sweetie Belle. “Well yes it is and I would say it was nice to meet you had it been under better circumstances, for example you foalnapping my sister!” There was acid in her voice.
“I didn't actually kidnap, or foalnap her I suppose, she came along willingly and I did nothing to harm her.” I stated, I was well versed in the act of bullshittery, and even though this is true, I felt the need to mention it. I could see Sweetie Belle nodding in affirmation. “And besides, if I did foalnap her would the first thing she do when she saw me be run up and hug me?” Rarity scratched at the ground nervously. “I-I suppose your right, I apologise for injuring you.” She had sorrow in her voice, I couldn't help but feel sorry. “It’s ok, I understand completely.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “Really?” I chuckled a bit. “What, you think monsters don’t care about their siblings.” I felt my eyes flash a light purple, remembering Bronagh.
I could see a smile on her voice, seeing we had some common ground. I went to look for the other Pony, the yellow Pegasus with the Pink hair, but I couldn't find her, at least I assumed it was a her, it matched the build of most of the others. “Umm, where is the other one, the Pegasus?” I asked, looking around. I saw her conversing with Discord. She was talking in a very low and quiet voice. Discord noticed me looking at her, and gave her a little nudge and a point to me. She looked very scared and her face behind her hair. I gave a meek wave and realised she was probably extremely shy. I decided to ask one of her friends who she was. I couldn't really decide who to choose so I just asked Sweetie Belle. “Her name is Fluttershy, she’s really good with animals.” I nodded in understanding, and felt I should think of something that I could start a conversation with.
I recalled a moment in my life as an enderling when I found a young ocelot. I could tell it was young because of its comically large head. It didn't run away from me, like older ones did, but instead, it looked at me with interest. I didn't have any fish on me, or a fishing rod for that matter, so I decided to share a treat that I had gotten on my Spawnday. “Excuse me Fluttershy,” she whimpered a little, I felt it best to lower myself. I sat down with crossed legs so I was almost level with her head. “I hear your good with animals. I don’t suppose you have any cats do you?” At this her eyes lit up, blue eyes, blue eyes staring at me with glee. “Oh you like cats? I have the cutest little kitty at my home, I also have Tabby, Blue, Siamese and Ginger, I also have a lot of dogs too, I have Labradors, Beagles and Mastiffs. Ooo I have bunnies too, and mice and bears and birds and bats.” I stopped her there with a gesture of my hat. “What are bears, bunnies and mice?” I knew about everything else, but I had never heard of those types of cats or dogs. I knew a chicken was technically a bird. She looked astounded. “Where are you from? Tha-that is if you don’t mind me asking.” I laughed a little, clearly when it came to animals she forgot all aspects or her shyness. “I’m from Craftia.” I told her smiling. She looked extremely uncomfortable. “Um, I've never heard of that place.” I frowned, it wasn't an angry frown, just a confused frown. “It’s fine, it’s not your fault, it’s probably just really far away from here.” I knew I was kidding myself. How could someone not know of Craftia, it spans forever, never stopping, I heard of a Craftian who went to look for the end and hasn't been seen since. “We don’t have many animals there, we have, uhh, ocelots, cats, dogs, chickens, squids, sheep, cows and pigs, there are mooshrooms too, but they’re kind of like cows, and that’s it.” I could see her staring at me with great unease. I could also feel everyone else staring at me with great confusion. I turned around to meet their gaze. “What?” I asked. Everyone looked unsure of what to say, rubbing they hooves behind one another. “YOU’RE CRAZY!” Twilight screamed. Everyone frowned at her, including Celestia. “Twilight.” I could hear annoyance in Celestia’s voice. “That is no way to treat a guest to our lands.” Twilight looked extremely uncomfortable. “But he is, there is no such thing a mooshrooms, and what kind of land has only ten kinds of animals. Also, I've never heard of this Craftia either and it sounds like some made up world.” She wore a frown, and had malice in her voice, even if it wasn't directed to Celsetia. Said Alicorn had a great frown upon her face. “Twilight, how could you be so rude as to not believe his story, he clearly comes from somewhere that isn't within our lands. He might be from a different planet for all we know.” “That would explain why everything is curved.” I mumbled. “See!” Twilight said once more. “He doesn't think anything should be curved.” This was beginning to annoy me. I placed my hand against the wall of the room, and took a block of marble from the wall. Twilight jaw dropped, along with everyone else’s, except for Celestia and Shining Armour. I tossed the block up and down in my hand. “You really need to expand your horizons.” Twilights face grew red. “How did you do that?” She was clearly annoyed that I knew how to do something that she didn't. “I’m not telling.” I said still throwing the block up and down. I tossed it up once more, but it didn't come down. I looked up to see that the block had accidentally stuck to the celling. I sighed. “I hate it when that happens.” I reached up to try and get it down, unfortunately, it was just out of my reach. I took another block out of the wall and placed it down. I then stood on the block I placed down and took the one stuck on the ceiling. I stepped down from the block and placed both back into the wall. After I had put them back I turned around to find everyone looking at me with wide eyes and dropped jaws. “Seriously!” Shining Armour shouted. “How do you do that?” He was completely baffled. “Well, it’s easy really, although it took a while to get it to work with this, I started off with dirt, then moved onto sand, then wood, then stone, I still can’t move obsidian.” I was numbering off the blocks with my fingers. “I've never really tried to move Netherrack, seeing as I’ve never been to the Nether, I was too creeped out by soulsand to move that either, I never found a Nether Fortresse before so I couldn't try Nether Brick.” I recalled the one of the few times I had been to the nether, and let me tell you it wasn't a pleasant experience. Running for your life because you occidentally hurt a pigman is not my idea of fun. “What in Tartus is the Nether?” Twilight said. “And more importantly how can you move almost every physical entity.” I shrugged my shoulders “Practice. I was taught by my elders how to this to the most basic of blocks and from then on I just tried to do it with whatever I came across.” Clearly this was too much for her to comprehend, or the fact that she couldn't do it was just annoying her. Before she could shout more, Celestia cut in. “Is there anything else you can do?” She asked. I pondered for a moment. I was attempting to try and recreate the Craftians abilities to make tools and other things from base materials. “I think I might be able to do something, but I’ll need a tree.” An hour or two later, we were all standing in a forest that looked somewhat similar to the spruce trees. Although it wasn't at all cold where we where they were. “So what is it you can do that you can do that you require a tree?” Celestia asked calmly. “Well, I should be able to turn them into wooden planks.” I said, giving my knuckles a crack in preparation. I stared at the tree, it was much thinner than what I was used to. I placed my hands on the trunk, a good bit above the ground. I concentrated, and imagined myself doing this to the trees in Craftia. I imagined myself taking the block from the tree. I heard a gasp, and when I opened my eyes I saw that the part of the tree I had held onto expanded to fit my grasp were I holding a block from Craftia. “Ha it worked!” I smiled in glee. I placed the trunk on the ground and went to take the base of it. I preformed the same actions, and sure enough the block came into my hands. I placed it down and decided to get one more block before I stopped, because if I remembered the crafting recipe correctly, I would need a lot of wood. I took the final block of wood from the tree, and decided to leave the final block with the leaves on it for a bit. I had three blocks of wood in front of me now. I decided to turn around and explain what I was going to do. Before I could do so however, “OK, NOW HOW DID YOU DO THAT!” It was Rainbow Dash who shouted this time. “Do what? I've been doing the same thing that I did in the castle.” I was confused as to what she meant. “How did you make the tree stay in the air?!” She exclaimed. I stared at the stationary leaves in the air. “What? They don’t do that here?” “NO!” everyone but Fluttershy and Celestia shouted. “Oh, well, I don’t really know how gravity works here, but in my homeland it doesn’t matter if it’s touching anything, unless it’s physically moved it stays where it is. Except sand, and gravel.” I finished my sentence while stacking up the three blocks, and taking the two from under it away. Rainbow Dash looked as if she was going to burst, and Twilight didn’t look much better. Even Celestia had a slight twitch in her eye. “But, I didn't come here to show you that.” I said waving a finger and taking the suspended block out of the air. “Oh great, there’s more?” Applejack sighed. “Yippee, I can’t wait to see what you can do.” I took the block in my hands, and I began to push my hands together. Nothing was happening quite some time, as I hadn't quite mastered it yet. “Umm, what are you supposed to be doi-” Before Rarity could finish her sentence there was a small popping noise, and my hands clapped together. I blinked, my hands were touching, ok, that’s step one complete, now if I can just. I brought my hands up and spread them out in an arc. Within the arc that my hands made were for spinning wooden planks. I sighed with relief, that bit is done, but I don’t have anywhere to put them. I looked over to the Ponies and noticed Fluttershy had a small bag over her back. “Fluttershy,” I called. She “eeped” “May I borrow your bag please?” I asked politely as I could. She looked at her bag and took it off. I noticed that it only had one strap, which was good because I don’t think I could put a bag with two straps on properly. “Um, where do I put it?” She asked quietly. “Just over my neck please.” It was getting very hard to keep the blocks in the arc. I felt the strap go over my neck and saw the containment bit of the bag land on my chest. “Thank you.” I said, now came the difficult bit. I angled my arms so that all the wood would go into the bag. I hoped that this bag worked similar to the ones the Craftians carry. The four small blocks slid down my arm and into the bag, vanishing into null space. I collapsed to the ground, hands and knees on the ground, as well as my head. I heard everyone rushing over to me to check that I was ok. “What happened!?” I heard Shining Armour ask. I waved their worries away. “Nothing, it’s just that transmogrification isn’t my strong suit.” “Transmogawhatnow?” I heard Pinkie Pie ask. I looked up to see Twilight looking at me, but not with the same gaze as before, in this gaze, she held respect. “Transmogrification,” She began, but then stopped herself “To put it bluntly is changing one thing into a different thing.” I nodded. “That is true, and hopefully I should be able to,” I let my sentence carry off as I reached into Fluttershy’s bag and retrieved the planks, still in their small spinning form. “I hope this works.” I said hesitantly. I slowly began to push all the planks together, they made small screeching noise as I finally closed my hands. I imagined all of the times I had seen Craftians make those tables, and tried to recreate their actions. I felt the four small blocks disappear in my hand, and were replaced with one smaller block. “Ok, I think it worked.” I told the others. All of them looked upon me eagerly, even Celestia had a smile on her lips. I spread my hands and a single block was spinning in the air. “That’s it?” Rainbow Dash asked. I frowned at her and slammed the cube to the ground, causing a slight gasp from all the Ponies. “Now there was no need for that.” Celestia said in an annoyed tone. “I apologise, but I was supposed to do this.” I lifted my hand from the ground and in its place was a single, designed block. “So, you put together four blocks to make this one block?” Twilight asked. I nodded. “I know you think it’s probably a waste of materials, but if I do this it should make getting everything a lot easier.” I sat down beside the block and figured it would be best to explain it. “This block right here,” I placed a hand on it “is known as a crafting bench.” I could see everyone looking intently, even Discord, who I assumed would be able to do this for some reason. “There is only so much that I can do with just my hands.” I figured it would be best to let them assume I was the only sentient species from Craftia. “This is used to create tools, weapons and other appliances.” I said, recalling many Craftians making and leaving these benches in the middle of nowhere for no good reason. “If I were to want to make any sort of tool, I would first need to make sticks, which, although it can be done with my hands, is easier done with this.” I reached over for a piece of tree trunk and compressed it once more. After doing so I only put two planks into the bag this time. “If you will come a bit closer,” I gestured for them to come nearer with a wave of my hand. “you can see these nine squares.” I pointed a finger to the small crafting area. “These squares hold the blocks and anything else that you put in it.” I said spinning the two blocks in my hand. “Now, if I were to do this.” I placed the two blocks down, one above another in the squares. “That should pop up.” No one noticed the small spinning stick in the air above the crafting bench. I reached out to take them, but was stopped by a purple hoof. I turned to see Twilight stopping me, her eyes on the sticks. “There’s, no way this is dangerous right?” She asked, fear in her voice. I had to think about it for a minute. “No,” I began hesitantly “unless you’re making something like TnT you should be fine.” “Should be?” Twilight gulped. “Well, yeah, unless you grab it wrong, or send it out the wrong way, there worst that could happen is a block to the stomach.” With that being said I reached out to take the sticks once more this time with no interruptions. After I had grabbed the stick, it sprang into four identical looking ones. Of course no one was expecting this, so they were extremely confused, but decided not to question it, as their minds more than likely were confused enough. “Ok, so now that we have the base building material, I’ll show you how to make the most base of tools.” I compressed one more tree block for good measure and let the blocks slide into the bag. “One of the most important tools, is a pickaxe, it’s made by placing two sticks,” I placed two sticks on top of another in the centre and bottom middle squares “and with three planks on top.” I placed three wooden planks on the top of the table, filling up the top row. A small wooden pickaxe appeared spinning above the crafting bench. I plucked it from where it hovered and placed it in the bag. “How are ya supposed to mine with that teency thang.” Applejack asked, staring at the bag. I chuckled and pulled it back out. It had grown to about three times its size. They all stared at the bag. “It’s bigger on the inside.” Pinkie Pie said, and I couldn't help but feel I had heard a rather odd Craftian say that before. Ignoring unreturning memories, I explained this to them. “The pickaxe is one of the most useful tools for mining. The name explains itself, and all the tools can be made out of five materials. Wood, stone, iron, gold and diamonds. Diamonds are the most difficult ore to find in the world so should you come across some you are very luck-” “Oh, I’ve got some here.” I looked up to see Rarity searching through her own bag, and low and behold, she took out eight diamonds. I had only once seen a bounty of diamonds that big, and that was when a Craftian occidentally fell in front of me, dying and spilling the contents from his bag. I had to admit, I found it funny at the time, but only because Craftians are basically immortal, they die in front of you one minute and the next they’re running back almost naked to get their loot back. That particular Craftian, a man with some kind of orange wolf coat on his back, had an amazing stack of diamonds and other goods. I may or may not have taken a few for a friend of mines Spawnday, as well as some of his lapis for a treat on the way back. “Where did you get all of them?” I asked Rarity, my mouth hanging slightly open. “Oh, I always have a few in case I need to make a few dresses on the go.” Suddenly, the diamonds became encased in a light blue glow. They began hovering over to me, and I was suddenly very scared. I recalled a time when I heard someone stepping on grass, I was still an Enderling at the time. I could see no one there, but I could still here the noise. Then, a sword appeared out of nowhere and began to swipe at me. I later learned that it was a Craftian using an invisibility potion, and more than likely wearing a pumpkin on his head as I couldn't sense him looking at me. This made me wary of floating objects, some of which were floating to me right now. “Um, what’s going on?” I asked, uneasy at the sight. “Oh that’s right, you don’t know about magic.” Twilight said, a small smirk on her face, clearly this made her happier now that she knew something I did not. “Unicorns, and Alicorns, can use magic, to lift things, to make things, in Rarity’s case she can use magic to help her find gems and jewels. They can also use it to teleport, and if they are powerful enough, to go back in time.” I blinked, something I've been doing very often when I heard something I didn't understand. They can teleport, and go back in time, and find ores. Damn this magic sounds cool. “So, you’re doing this?” I asked, pointing to the floating diamonds. She nodded. I grabbed the diamonds out of the air and looked at them. They had a different shape to the diamonds I had found. These appeared to have a more spherical element to them, whereas the ones I had found were egg shaped. “Ok, seeing as I have one of the most sought after ores in all of Craftia at my disposal, I shall show you what to do with them.” I looked at the eight diamonds, and figured I would show them armour. “You can make protection from certain materials,” I said, filling the crafting bench with diamond except for the top centre square. A small image of a tunic popped up. “This is a chestplate, its size and shape changes depending on the creature that makes it.” I stood up to my full height “If I were to make it, it would go from here,” I pointed to my shoulders “To here.” I pointed just below my stomach. “They can also make leggings,” I took the bottom centre and middle diamonds out and placed one in the top square. “Shoes.” I left only the middle and bottom left as well as the middle and bottom right diamonds in their place. “and helmets.” I placed a diamond in the centre of the table. I looked at the spinning blue helmet in the air. “Do you mind if I make this?” I turned to Rarity. “Oh not at all.” I smiled and plucked it from the air. I placed it in the bag, and the placed on my head, where it fit snugly leaving a small gap allowing me to see. “How do I look?” I asked. They all nodded in approval. Ok, so I have three diamonds left now. That means I can make a spade, and axe, a sword, a hoe, a diamond hoe? No way I’m making that. I don’t have any obsidian, or a book for that matter, although I have the feeling Twilight brought one. I think I’ll make a spade so I can get to the stone. “Ok, I’m going to make a spade so I can dig until I get to the stone.” I placed two sticks in the middle and bottom centre, and placed a diamond on top. I grabbed the spinning tool out of the air and placed it in the bag. “Hopefully this works.” I took the spade out and slammed it into the ground beside the crafting bench. To my surprise, a square hole took its place and left a spinning dirt block in its place. “Now we’re talking.” I smiled as I continued to dig away at the dirt, the blocks zooming up into my bag without having to tell them to. I heard a chink and realised that I had hit stone. I smiled at the faint grey surface that I could see. I decided to dig straight up to check how far I was from the surface. I ended up to the left and a bit away from them. “Hey!” I shouted, waving them over. I was half way out of the hole when I saw white hooves approach me. I was surprised to see it was Shining Armour standing in front of me rather than Rarity or Celestia. “Yes?” I asked. “I think you should know there’s a distinct possibility you’ll be digging into Diamond Dog territory.” What? Are they dogs made of diamonds, like that one that lit me on fire, he was probably a fire dog or something. “I think I’ll be fine, but if you’re really worried I could make a sword.” I got out of the hole and was talking to him. “Wait, you make weapons?” I shook my head. “I don’t professionally, I just can.” I told him, routing through the bag for the two diamonds I had left. “So if you make weapons, that means you have something to use them on.” I sighed. “It’s true that I am not the only sentient species in Craftia, but we do contain our violence and rage better than others, provided no one looks at us the wrong way.” I mumbled the last bit. “So what do you fight against?” “In Craftia? There are many a beast who turns violent in the presence of others, Zombies, Skeletons, Spiders and Creepers. Those are the base four.” I held up four fingers, walking back to the crafting bench where the others were waiting. “Zombies? I thought those were just a myth.” His voice shuddered. “And how do the Skeletons work?” I approached the waiting Ponies. “I’ll tell you later.” I said, jabbing a thumb in their direction. He understood. “Ok, so now that I've hit stone, I'm going to need this.” I fished for the pickaxe to take it out of the bag. “Dammit, all this dirt is in here.” I said, placing the rather immense amount of dirt blocks on the ground, piling it up until I couldn't place another block on it. I started to place it across instead, and then back down to the ground. I now stood in a dirt arch, or doorway if you will. It looked like that was the end of the dirt so I could easily get the pickaxe out of the bag now. “Can you do this with all blocks?” I looked up to see Celestia asking me the question. She hadn't really said much through the entire thing, so I assumed she was just trying to remember everything. “Except obsidian.” I said pointing a finger at her. She nodded. “But, would you be willing to say, do this on a much larger scale, say houses?” I chuckled. “I build houses all the time, granted their usually made of dirt, but.” “I would like to send you somewhere after you’re done with all of this if you don’t mind.” I waved a hand at her. “Of course, of course, but for now,” I held up the pickaxe “We mine.” I ran down the hole and struck the pickaxe against the stone. It made a pleasant pop as the stone crumbled away and turned itself into a small floating block of cobblestone. I made my way back up, and noticed that it would be very difficult to fit all the Ponies down there. I took the cobblestone out of the bag and placed it on the grass. “And that’s just the beginning.” I said smiling.
OMAKE: “You’re under arrest!” Twilight yelled. I looked to Sweetie Belle, and we held the same idea. “NOPE!” We shouted. "Hit it!" Sweetie Belle shouted. With that, we ran leaping over all the Ponies, causing them to give chase to us. I noticed a small yellow tail hiding behind a corner. I smiled and grabbed it, hearing a pleasant yelp from a not so pleasant Pony. I whirled him over my head until he was about to do to me what I had done to him last night. I released him, sending his body, and what was coming out of his body in the direction of the Ponies. I heard screaming and smiled high fiving Sweetie Belle. “TO MILKSHAKES!” We shouted together.
“What block is that?” A small white unicorn by the name of Sweetie Belle asked. “This,” I replied, slamming said block into the ground “is cobblestone.” Where I placed the block down there was now cube of cobblestone stuck out like a cactus in a tundra in this land of curves. “Oh we use that!” Twilight said, inspecting the cube, “It’s usually made into bridges and other decorative things as well.” I took in her words, apparently our worlds are not so different.
“I am aware, I found a bridge made of it not long after I was chased out of town by a certain egotistical Pegasus.” I said, my eyes wandering over to said Pegasus, who was now whistling nonchalantly avoiding my eyes. “But it has a similar use in my land, when there’s no wood to build with, there is plenty of stone below.” I said, tapping my foot on the ground. “So people in your world mine for a livin’?” A hatted pony asked.
“Yes, it is our main way of fortification and often used in the making of food.” Applejack whistled, “Must be on heck of a work out, mining stone all day.” I chuckled “You have no idea.” I made my way back down my makeshift mineshaft, only to realise something. “Do any of you have any food?” I said, popping my head up from the tunnel to look at the Ponies. For some reason, everyone turned to Pinkie.
She noticed this and said “Sure, pull cotton candy out of my hair one time and now everyone thinks I have a buffet in there.” She said rolling her eyes. “So you don’t have any food then?” Rainbow Dash asked. “I didn’t say that.” She replied, reaching into her hair and pulling out a small tray, stacked with various goods. I licked my lips, I didn’t notice how hungry I’d been with all the commotion.
Pinkie held out the tray as I got out of the hole and made my way over to her. To my disappointment, it was all things that looked like they were as sweet as the Cotton Candy I had earlier. I stared at the sweets. “These are called cupcakes, you probably don’t have them where you’re from either do ya?” I shook my head as an answer. I picked up a particularly blue one, that looked as if it had small gems encrusted in it.
“Uhh, Pinkie, isn’t that the same cupcake you gave Spike for his birthday.” Rarity asked. Why would a dog want a cupcake? I popped it in my mouth with and with a pleasant crunch it filled my taste buds with a new experience. It tasted like cake, I suppose they were called ‘cupcakes’ for a reason, but it also tasted strongly of lapis and diamonds mixed together. Ok I may have found the Elders alcohol and taken some and ended up eating one of the most precious minerals in my land along with a small snack, but damn it was good.
“That was,” I began. Pinkie leaned in for a good earful “bloody amazing.” “Woo Hoo. We found out what he eats.” Pinkie then started to, what I assume, dance in joy. “Do you have any-” I stopped myself, how rude, asking for more right after taking one, but I needed to finish what I have said “recipes for that delicacy?” Maybe that would suit.
Pinkie began ruffling around in her hair. “Hmm, not on me sorry, but I can tell you what the main ingredient is.” She leaned in as if to whisper a secret that was guarded by her family for generations. “Sapphires.” I blinked. “What are sapphires?” Many of the Ponies were surprised about this. Before any of them could speak I cut in. “Look, I’m going to assume there are several things in this world that mine doesn’t have, so if we could just hurry with this, and then I will tell you about every ore, liquid, living thing, block and danger later.” They all nodded in understanding. “Good.” I turned to my tunnel, staring at it, thinking how many blocks out I would have to dig in order for every one of the Ponies to fit.
I turned back around and began to count the Ponies rapidly. Two from here, six from Ponyville, I looked down to Sweetie Belle, and a half. “Ok, assuming you all want to see me mine, I suggest you get comfortable as I will have to widen out the mine for you all to fit.” I turned around once more, only to realise Celestia was much bigger than the others.
“Actually, Celestia,” I began “That’s Princess Celestia.” Shining Armour told me. “She’s not my Princess, anyway, if you could stand by the blocks so I could measure your height please.” Celestia did as per requested and stood behind the arch of blocks I had placed down earlier. “May I be so rude as to ask, what is with the hair?” two and a half blocks, but her horn reaches to the third, so four blocks high, just to be safe.
Celestia chuckled “Well I am an immortal deity with great cosmic powers.” I paused for a moment. “You have people who are immortal here too?” I asked. She looked quite bewildered. I realised what I had said and that it may have given away I was not the only sentient species in Craftia. “Shouldn’t have said that,” I muttered as I jumped into the hole. “I should not have said that.” I quickly began my work near the stone as my calculations went through my head.
Eight and a half Ponies, each Pony will more than likely take up two blocks, both in length and height, save for Sweetie Belle and Celestia. So if I dig out from here, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. I did the same on the other side. So fifteen by ten by four. From where I had stopped digging on the one side I dug ten blocks forward, which was quite difficult considering my height at four and a half blocks tall. Oh yeah, I forgot about myself when making these, looks like it’s by five instead of four. I dug and extra block above me. When I got to the end of ten I turned right and began to dig fifteen blocks forward, then right and ten again. I met up with my first small tunnel and sighed. I’m glad diamond has such good durability. I then began clearing out the centre which I had left completely alone until now.
“Ok you can come down now, I called up the hole that I had previously dug straight up through. Soon enough, down the tunnel came a bouncing Sweetie Belle, a bouncing Pinkie Pie, a timid looking Fluttershy, a falsely brave Rainbow Dash, an orange Pony that appreciates hard work, A disgusted looking Rarity, an inquisitive Twilight and an in awe Shining Armour. “Where Celestia?” I questioned, looking up the tunnel, only to see her stuck at the very entrance to the tunnel. “Celestia are you ok?” I said, clambering up the tunnel to see what the problem was.
She looked very red in the face, and considering that so far she had been calm and stoic through the entire thing, it must have been something quite embarrassing. “It would appear, I am stuck.” I was confused. “Did I measure your height incorrectly?” She became even more red. “No, no, you measured that just fine, it’s my width you didn’t take into consideration.” Oh, blocks. “I can dig you out don’t worry.” I pulled my shovel out my bag, or Fluttershy’s bag, which I’m not even sure she would want back now, considering how much dirt was inside it.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to put you through that much trouble.” Modest as she is respectful. Ding. A redstone torch appeared above my head. “Give me your hoof.” I held out a hand.” “I beg your pardon?” She asked, confused and shocked. “D-did I say something wrong?” Celestia suddenly realised what she had said. “Oh no, it’s just,” She chuckled as she said “You should at least buy me dinner first.” I slapped face with my palm, realising what she meant. “May I have your hoof please.” I grumbled. She daintily placed her hoof in my hand with a small grin. I couldn’t help but grin too as I teleported myself and her to the area below.
“AAAH!” Twilight yelped. It would appear we teleported right in front of her. “Princess why did you teleport him?” She asked, holding her chest, at where I assumed her heart to be. “What are you talking about? I teleported her.” I said, releasing Celestia’s hoof, who looked quite shaken at the sudden teleportation. “I apologise if you feel unwell,” I told her “But you are in much better shape than the musician I brought you so,” I finished my lines there, to prevent any awkwardness.
I turned to make sure everyone has gathered, only to find a certain being that had been driving me insane only hours earlier had disappeared. “Where’s Discord?” I questioned aloud. There was a sudden widening of eyes and a lot of looking around wildly. While everyone was looking around I noticed a small sheet of paper on Celestia’s rear. I was about to reach out to touch it, when I realised what it would look like from a different angle, so I cleared my throat.
“Ehem, Celestia,” I coughed, said Princess turned around to face me. “It would appear you have something on your, rear.” I looked away, pointing gently at the sheet. Her face suddenly went red, but I could not tell whether or not it was from embarrassment or from anger at Discord. The paper became enclosed in a golden glow, which I assumed meant Celestia was levitating it, as Rarity was blue and Twilights, if I recall correctly was purple.
Her eyes scanned the page and then crumpled said page up in anger. “It would appear Discord has left to go talk to a friend of his by the name of, oh how do you pronounce this, Cthulhu.” I felt there was something more to that message, something along the lines of not being able to get through because of a certain large rear in the way. His words not mine.
“Anyway,” I clasped my hands together, gaining everyone’s attention “Since you’re all here I suppose I had better start I rummaged for the pickaxe in Fluttershy’s bag, but could only feel dirt. “I need a chest,” I murmured as I eventually felt the pickaxes wooden handle. I pulled it out to spun it round. “I shall have seats for you in no time.” I said as I struck the block directly below me. Ah Herobrine, you just love messing with me don’t you, you sadistic bastard. As the block under me gave way, I found myself looking at nothing but darkness. It seemed almost comical, the amount of time I was in the air before I fell. It gave me just enough time to utter a single word. “Blocks.” With that being said, I fell along with my pick, which had flown out of my hand, and screamed similar to that of a Craftian the first time he encounters a creeper. Not my manliest moment I have to say.
With me screaming as I fell, I found it extremely short lived, as I was quickly being pulled by my foot by something. I looked upwards to find Rainbow Dash pulling with all her might. “How much do you way? Jeez.” I Chuckled. “One must never ask a lady her weight.” I replied. “You’re not a lady!” She shouted down to me. “Oh yeah.” I mused. I heard a ‘chunk’ of my pickaxe against the stone, and judged how far down it would be from here. “Ok you’re almost at the top.” I smiled and thanked Notch and flipped off Herobrine for my luck.
Why did I do that? I should have learnt by now. “Rainbow Dash,” I told her warningly. “What now? And just Dash please.” She questioned, clearly exhausted. “Let me go.” “WHAT! WHY!” She probably thought I’d gone mad, which is a distinct possibility. “We’re not alone.” As soon as I said those words, and arrow flew by Dash and caused her to drop me. As I fell I shouted up to her “Tell Shining Armour he was right.”
I landed with a not so pleasant “UMPF.” On my backside. “Damn, I think I sprained my coccyx.” I stood up with great difficult, rummaging through my bag for the sword that I am now quite glad I made. I felt dozens, no, hundreds of eyes staring down at me. They must be the Diamond Dogs Shining Armour talked about, as they held the same gaze as a feral wolf. I found my sword, along with two spare sticks from earlier. I thanked notch as I noticed a small black fleck in the stone, and my wooden pick on the ground beside it.
I bent down slowly, grasping my pick in my left and, sword in the right. I gently stuck the pick against the black flecked rock, until a piece of coal popped out. I smiled deviously. Assuming these were Diamond Dogs, they appeared to live in the darkness, and what better way to defeat darkness, than with light. I placed the coal against the stick and it split into four torches which burst to life. I placed a single one down, illuminating the surrounding cave. I couldn’t make much out save for a few feet around me, but I could make out several other not so pleasant looking things.
I could see the torchlight, reflected, in hundreds of eyes, and each set of eyes was staring at me. “I mean you no harm?” I exclaimed loudly, holding up my hands in a sign of defence. It did not go over well. I felt an arrow rush right past my ear, and embedded itself in the stone. “I take it you’re not the peaceful kind are you?” I threatened menacingly. Another arrow was launched at me, but I blocked this one with my diamond blade. “That was you’re first warning, next time it’ll be your throat.
I felt a slight tinge of fear go through their stares, only to be stamped out by an urge to protect their territory. “You asked for it.” I picked the three torches and began to fling them throughout the cave. One landed right behind a group of them. Another landed on a stone pillar, which many of them surrounded and were even climbing on. The last one landed right before a massive horde of them, each and every one of them growling at me. They were different to what I had imagined, which was basically dogs made of diamond. Instead they appeared to look like dogs mixed with Craftians. They had all the dog features, fangs, claws, paws and even a collar. But they also stood on two legs, they’re forearms much longer and broader than the back legs.
“Now, who wants to go first?” I held my blade with two hands, gripping the handle tightly, analysing their stares, trying to figure out the answer to my own question. It started with one behind me, judging from its stare it was one of the more, inadequate ones, desperate to prove itself. I swung around and sliced my sword in the air, sending a slash against the dog’s chest. “I do not wish to fight you I said, but you leave me no choice.” I pointed my sword at the fallen dog. “Retreat or die, I will not stay here very long if it is your territory, I merely wish to explore.” My answer was two more dogs launching themselves at me from either side at the same time. I dodged the one from my left and sliced his arm, causing a whimper to come from it, the one on my right tried to use his comrade’s pain as a distraction, bad idea. I thrust my blade through his lower torso, causing dark red blood to matt his fur, along with stain my sword.
I was now surrounded by three injured Diamond Dogs, and was more than likely going to be surrounded by quite a few more unless I acted quickly. “I can tell that there are more of you, and I can tell that there are many stronger than these three. Either send me your best and let that decide the outcome, or let more become injured and close to death, a death you will have to explain to their families.” I shouted the last bit extra loud, just to get the message across. I felt sadness and fear go across their stares, most of them now directed at the bodies, thankfully not dead, on the ground.
“Take care of your injured, and send forth your strongest.” I swiped my blade downwards to the side, causing the blood to fly from it. I felt three dogs come forward, but their stares were not on me, I assumed that these were here to retrieve the fallen. I watched six sets of paws reach out, and drag the Dogs from the light into the darkness. I waited in silence. While waiting I had the strong urge to look upward to make sure the Ponies were ok, but life has taught me not to become distracted from a battle.
Sure enough, a Diamond Dog much larger than the rest came forward, carrying what looked like a spiked sphere on a stick. He also wore iron armour, which covered most of his body. “I take it you are the strongest?” I asked, making a defensive stance. My answer was a growl and a bark. “I’m going to call you Fluffy.” I said, tauntingly. I could sense his eyes twitch with anger. He roared and ran forward.
Clearly Fluffy was an attack first contemplate life choices later kind of dog. I dashed forward to meet him, my blade and his, his, I’m going to call it a club, hitting off each other, a clang reverberating throughout the cave. We both jumped back after the blow, giving ourselves time to get readjusted. I tried to quickly analyse Fluffy. Judging from what I’ve seen from the other three, they are easily defeated, provided I have an opening, unfortunately with his armour, quite difficult to find one.
Fluffy barked and came forward, his club raised over his head. I saw my opening, but I needed him to be still in order for it to work. Redstone torch. Fluffy brought his club down on my head, and I heard several screams from straight above me. I chuckled “Don’t underestimate those you don’t understand.” I said without pause as I stabbed my sword in the gap between Fluffy’s chest piece and his leggings. He howled in pain and jumped back, leaving his weapon stuck in my head, or should I say helmet. I took my helmet off and pried the club from it. There were several small dents, but none made it through its defence. I stared at Fluffy, who was now panting in pain, and staring at me with awe and fear, knowing he had lost his weapon, he might as well be dead right now. I tossed his club over to him, his eyes widening in surprise as it fell at his feet. “It is dishonourable to finish a fight against someone without a weapon.” I gripped my sword in my hand as I brought it up. I felt Fluffy’s gaze, as well as every other Dog’s gaze begin to hold a different feeling. Respect. Fluffy smiled and picked up his weapon. “You know, you are not so bad for a monster.” “You can talk?” I was perplexed. Fluffy let out a deep throaty laugh and said. “Actions speak louder than words, wouldn’t you agree?”
I smiled. I was beginning to like this fellow. “But if that is true, why is the quill mightier than the sword?” Fluffy let out a booming laugh and gripped his club. “Should we both survive, I hope we shall make good comrades.” “I hope the same, but don’t expect me to go easy on you.” I said gripping my sword in both hands. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He let out a battle howl and rushed forward. I did the same, minus the howl. Our weapons clashed and we brought them back, only for them to clash again, and again, and again. It was a flurry of blue and grey. “You know, I wouldn’t have attacked if you didn’t start it.” I said, while continuously slashing. Fluffy chuckled and said “A strange being has entered your domain, coming forth from the sky, along with a known enemy of our kind, what would you do.”
I bounced back a good bit. “What do you mean ‘a known enemy’?” Fluffy growled as he said “Ponies and Diamond Dogs do not exactly see eye to eye.” I lowered my sword and stared skyward, seeing shapes covering up the hole I fell through. “How so?” I asked, hoping he would answer me. “Defeat me, and I shall tell you.” He said gripping his club tighter than before. I rolled my shoulders, bringing my sword skywards. “Seems fair.” With my sword in the air I rushed forward. Fluffy dashed towards me, his club scraping along the ground. He both jumped and swung at the same time, our weapons clashing for the umpteenth time that battle. The only difference was the shattering of Fluffy’s weapon. I swung myself around, slashing against his armour, creating a large gash in the chest piece, small trickles of blood seeping from the wound.
Fluffy fell to the ground clutching his chest. “Well, it would appear you have beaten me, I suppose there’s no alternative but to finish me now is there.” I stared at Fluffy, who was practically bowing to me, but, I refused to kill him. “There are three reasons I can’t do that.” I said, Fluffy looking up in surprise. “One, You still haven’t told me about why Ponies are your enemy, two, you have no weapon, and three” He looked up at me as I held a smirk “I refuse to kill someone who has given me such an exhilarating battle.” I held out my hand, as an offer of friendship. Fluffy smiled and muttered. “Under normal circumstances, a man who refuses to kill would be seen as weak, but you,” He looked me in the eye, respect in each and every crack of his own “You are the strongest man I have ever met.” He clasped my hand and I helped him stand, causing cheers and howls to ring out from the side lines. In the torchlight, was myself and my new friend Fluffy, our hands held high, as we were both champions in our own ways. “I apologise for your weapon, and armour, I promise I will make it up to you.” I said, our hands back at our sides.” “We can worry about that later, for now, A FEAST!” He shouted the last two words, causing roars and cheers to ring out from the audience. “Now, about the Ponies.” He whispered, making sure only I could here. “We were here first, granted we were underground, but we were still here first, the Ponies lived above us for quite some time before we were discovered. We came out of our caves in hopes to make peace with the Ponies, but they either ran from us, or attacked us.” I frowned recalling myself in a similar position not too long ago. “I know the feeling.” I replied, a small amount of lava in my voice.
“Then why do you acquaint yourself with them.” Fluffy asked. “Because, I believe in second chances, and granted many of them treated me similar to how they treated you, not all of them treated me that way. The young ones, they have no racial bigotry, they do not all see us as monsters, a young Unicorn gave me the courage to go back in to the town where I had not so long ago been run out of.” I sat down cross legged, inviting Fluffy to do the same.
“I wish I could believe you, but the Ponies just do not trust us, they see only our outside, and not any deeper.” He sighed. “Have you tried talking to higher up Ponies? I know of thre- two that are most kind and have a higher place than most others.” Fluffy put his paw under his chin, taking this into great consideration. “I suppose, if we were to, reach some form of agreement with Ponies that have power.” I smiled, than took his words into consideration. “You’re not planning on kidnapping any of them are you?” I asked “No, of course not, we may be beasts, but we still have standards, only the lowest of the low kidnap Ponies for their own benefit.” I smiled, a plan forming in my mind as I stood up. “If you could wait here a moment.” Fluffy raised an eyebrow as he stared at me, curious as to what I would do.
I teleported up to the clearing that I had made earlier, to see all of the Ponies huddled around the hole. “Eh-hem.” I cleared my throat. All of the Ponies jumped, and Pinkie almost fell down the hole. “What happened?” More or less everyone shouted, save Fluttershy and Celestia. “How did you survive against those horrid beasts?” Rarity exclaimed. I frowned “Choose your words carefully, they are not horrid beasts, they are just like you or I, defending their land from an apparent invader, a land you Ponies apparently invaded.”
It was Celestia’s turn to speak “When we came to Equestria it was close to a barren wasteland.” “Well yes, but did you not think of what was under that wasteland.” I had no idea what that word meant, but I could guess. “W-well no.” She replied. “The Diamond Dogs were here first, and when they tried to come out in peace, you attacked them.” “Well of course we did, have you seen those monsters?” Rarity exclaimed once again. My hand gripped around my sword. “Monster or not they still deserve a chance, you gave me one, what makes them so different?” I took a step towards Rarity
“They kidnap Ponies.” “You thought I kidnapped your sister!” It was then I noticed something very worrying, there was no sign of Sweetie Belle. “Where is Sweetie Belle?” I was almost afraid to ask. Rarity’s eyes went wide, as did everyone else’s. All eyes turned to the hole. I went over and stuck my head in. “FLUFFY! YOU DIDN’T HAPPEN TO SEE A UNICORN FALL IN DID YOU?” “IS SHE SMALL WITH PINK HAIR?” “YES!” I shouted down, my worrying vanishing. “SHE IS UNHARMED, MINUS A SMALL BRUISE ON HER SIDE!” I sighed in relief. “Thank Notch.” Unfortunately, I was the only one relieved.
“They have Sweetie Belle!” A panicked Rarity screamed. “So? They’re not going to hurt her.” Rarity turned around, her eyes wide with fear. “Are you mad! They are savages, she’s just another meal to them!” I felt my arm raise, thankfully not the one with the sword. With Rarity still panicking she didn’t notice me reach out to grab her by the horn. When my hand clasped round her horn she looked extremely worried. “Please, shut up.” I told her gently.
She whacked a hoof across my face and I stumbled backwards. “How dare you! Don’t you understand that my sister might be dead!” I suddenly realised what I had done. A small tear fell from my eye, recalling Bronagh. “I understand your plight, but they will not hurt her.” Rarity ground her teeth together as I turned away. “Celestia, if you may accompany me down to their home.” I held out my hand once more, hoping she wouldn’t make some innuendo out of it. “Well, I have to say, they are really quite scary.” She said, placing one hoof over another. “Am I any different?” I asked, with a flash of my eyes.
Celestia smiled as she placed her hoof in my hand. “I hope you know what you are doing.” “As do I.” With that I teleported down to where I had my battle with Fluffy. I noticed that the cave was much more illuminated now, the light looked as if it was coming from minerals in the wall, allowing me to view the cave in all its glory. There were several more Diamond Dogs than I had previously imagined, I assumed many of them were in their stone made houses, which looked very well made considering they had very little materials. “Hey! Over here.” I heard a voice call. I saw Sweetie Belle being wrapped in bandages by a feminine looking Diamond Dog, and was sitting next to Fluffy.
“Oi, Fluffy, I got someone with power.” I called, walking over to them, Celestia following behind me. Fluffy, this is Celestia, Celestia, Fluffy.” I said, my hands waving between each of them. “Good afternoon, Fluffy.” “And to you, Celestia.” I could tell that there was clearly some form of awkwardness, so I tried to break it. “Celestia is a Princess of Equestria, she probably holds more power than anyone else in Equestria.
Fluffy nodded, taking this in. “Celestia, I wish for our two races to coexist in harmony, provided you approve of this, I’m sure your subjects should too.” Celestia nodded. “I understand, and I apologise, seeing as, you were here first, apparently.” She said modestly. “Well, I suppose it can be forgiven, we did not exactly venture out of our caves very often, as there are several kinds of food that can be found underground.” My stomach let out a small grumble at the mention of food. Causing both Celestia and Fluffy to look at me. “Hehe, the only thing I’ve had recently was a cupcake.”
Celestia smiled and giggled. Fluffy let out a booming laugh “Well I did say we were going to have a feast.” A sudden thump to our side made us all jump. “Did somepony say feast?” Pinkie Pie appeared out of a cloud of dust, staring at Fluffy. “She is an odd one, but yes, I said we would have a feast in honour of our battle.” He threw a hand around my shoulder and shouted “Let the feast begin, you may invite your friends if you wish, provided it is not whichever one called us monsters.” He growled the last bit. “Sorry Rarity.” I muttered as I teleported up to the clearing. “You have been invited to a feast.” I said clapping my hands together. They all looked cautious, except for Rainbow Dash, who began drooling at the thought of a feast. “Feast means free food, free food means I’m in.” With that she flew down the hole. “I’d sure like to sample some of their food, maybe trade some recipies while I’m at it.” Applejack thought, a hoof on her chin. “I would be interested to learn about their culture.” Twilight thought, wondering how different they were to Ponies. “I’m sure they have some nice animals that I could talk to.” Fluttershy said as she gently, well, fluttered down the hole. “Might as well.” Shining Armour said with a shrug of his shoulders. Twilight and Shining disappeared in a bright flash, taking Applejack with them.
I turned to Rarity “You’re not invited.” She looked surprised “What! Why?” “Because of what you said earlier, oh and by the way, Sweetie Belle is just fine.” I stuck my tongue out at her and folded my arms. “B-but, fine, I bet their food is horrible anyway.” Rarity turned away from me and I sighed. “They’d let you go if you apologised.” “I’m sorry but that’s not going to happen.” I groaned “Why must you be so stubborn?” Rarity turned around and stomped her hoof at me. “I’m not stubborn, they ponynapped me so I apologise if I’m a little hesitant to forgive them so quickly.” Oh, that makes sense. “But they’re not like that, Fluffy said only the lowest of the low kidnap.” “Which applies to each and every one of them.”
“They’re not all like that, they care for their own, and for others. When I went down I saw someone bandaging up Sweetie Belle.” I told her softly. She faltered, “Well, well I suppose-” She stopped herself. “Do you really trust them?” I nodded. “I trust all of you, and I only met you all two days ago, and that was after you blasted me.” Rarity went red at this. “Oh fine, maybe they have some interesting clothing or something.” I smiled “That’s the spirit.” With that I placed my hand on her back and teleported the two of us down wards.
Myself and Rarity appeared in the clearing where I had my battle with Fluffy. I saw the Ponies talking to what, I could only describe as, their diamond dog equivalent. Twilight was talking to dog with a purple vest and a book in paw. Shining Armour was talking to a white dog with blue vest, who was showing him a sword. Pinkie Pie was bouncing around with a dog with curly pink fur and vest. Applejack was talking to a dog with a hat and a red mineral in paw. I could see Celestia talking to a rather old looking white dog with, although not as mind-bogglingly luxurious as Celestia’s, it had a vest that shone with all the colours in the world. I couldn’t see Rainbow Dash anywhere, until I felt a rush of wind rock me on my feet, followed by a second one that sent me onto one foot. She was racing against a light blue dog with a multi-coloured vest. I saw them run by a blonde dog with a pink vest that was helping Fluttershy with what looked like Diamond Dog Puppies. I looked down to Rarity, “I’m sure there is someone here that is like you.” I walked forward to look for Fluffy, noticing Rarity walking very close behind me, using me as a shield of sorts.
As we walked I noticed Fluffy talking to the dog that had patched up Sweetie Belle, I decided to go over to them, seeing as I knew Fluffy best. “Ah, the man of the hour, how are you feeling.” Fluffy said, smacking a hand on my back as I stood next to him, knocking the wind out of me. “I’m fine Fluffy thank you, might I ask where Sweetie Belle is?” “Who?” He asked, “You know, the little Unicorn that fell.” Fluffy nodded his head in understanding “She is over there playing with the pups.” I followed his claw to where Sweetie Belle was playing with a yellow dog with a red scarf and an orange one with purple vest. I could see Rarity twitching out of the corner of my eye, clearly wanting to get Sweetie Belle out of here. “This is Rarity.” I said, stepping to the side to allow Fluffy and his friend to see her. “Hello there little pony.” Fluffy said, a kind tone in his voice. “N-nice to meet you.” Rarity stammered, clearly frightened. “I can tell you’re not exactly fond of us.” Fluffy said with a raised eyebrow. “I-I don’t know what you mean.” Rarity said, panicking. She gave me a look which quite clearly said “HELP ME” I whistled and pretended not to notice. “Which is why I will not rest until we’ve become the best of friends.” Fluffy smiled. I almost burst out laughing at Rarity’s expression. She had not been expecting this. “I, I don’t know what to say.” “You need not say anything. I heard tell of a unicorn that had been kidnapped by three expelled Diamond Dogs, and I have a feeling that is you.” He said, a small point of a claw, which did nothing to help Rarity’s fears. “Oh, sorry about that.” Fluffy said rubbing the back of his head with his paw. The female dog hit him over the head. “You can’t just go around pointing claws at whoever you feel like, they might get scared.” I just realised that this dog was white with a purple vest. “Good day my dear, my name is Precious.” She said holding out a paw. Rarity stared at the paw and shook it gently. “Rarity, pleasure.”
“Well, why don’t we let you ladies get acquainted, while we go and find the ale.” Fluffy said, throwing an arm behind my back. “Uh, yes, I agree, I’ll see you at the feast.” I said, waving to Rarity, who looked a little worried to be left on her own with Precious. “You know my friend,” Fluffy said, walking along a stone path “I was a bit worried we wouldn’t make chums.” He stopped and looked at me. Then burst out laughing. “Come on now, let’s get some ale.” I wasn’t entirely sure what ale was, but it sounded like a beverage. “Sure, I’m pretty thirsty anyway.” I said, taking a stab in the dark. “That’s the spirit.” He said entering a cavern that lead away from all the stone houses and other dogs. “Here we are.” He said, pointing to several, round chests, why does everything have to be Notch, damn, round. “I think a mug of ale should suit us both nicely.” He reached into a hollowed out bit of stone and produced two, mugs. I assume it’s for holding drink, as it doesn’t look like it would be able to hold water or lava. He dipped the mugs into the chests, and when they came out they were frothing at the top. “Is this alcoholic?” I asked, recalling the few drinks of alcohol I had consumed in my time at home. The elders make it from seeds and water, they must boil the water first though, and then they add all manner of ingredients to it, I had some with magma cream in it once, it’s was quite nice, a bit fiery. “Yes, that won’t be a problem will it?” Fluffy asked, holding onto both mugs. I shook my head. “No, I can hold my drink quite well.” I took the mug and downed it in one.
Four Drinks Later “96 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL, 96 BOTTLES OF BEER, YOU TAKE ONE DOWN PASS IT AROUND 95 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL!” The crowd cheered as myself and Fluffy sang upon a stone table in the centre of the main cavern. I am still capable of speech, and am not inebriated, but that won’t stop me from having fun. We began once more, knocking back our drinks and the number of the song going down. As we cried out I could see Rarity talking with the Precious, apparently showing her how she put’s diamonds in clothing. “Wait a minute.” I reached up to feel my head, my helmet was missing. “Who’s got my helmet?” I questioned aloud, but alas, no one could hear me over the loud music, probably played by Pinkie Pie. I got down from the stone table, drink in hand. I heard some groans coming from around me, probably upset that I only got to 87 before coming down. “Has anyone seen my hat?” I asked to the crowd. They all murmured looking around, trying to spot a hint of blue. I took it as a no. I sighed. “Man diamonds are so hard to find.” I suddenly heard laughter behind me. I turned to see Fluffy on his back rolling on the ground. “My comrade, you are most certainly not from here.” “What do you mean?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Come with me.” Fluffy gestured with a paw, walking away with a slight sway in his step. I followed, deciding it would be better to question his actions later. We came to a door at the edge of cavern, even though it was a plain wooden door, I sensed there was something important behind it. “You, my friend,” Fluffy said with his paw on the handle. “Are going to have your mind blown.”
He opened the door, and there was most definitely an explosion going off in some parts of my brain. Behind the door was a literal treasure trove of diamonds, emeralds and a million different gems I had never heard of. “I see you are gobsmacked.” I truly was, but certainly not speechless. “Humana, Humana, Humana, Humana.” I kept endlessly repeating. My train wreck of a mouth stopped after I suddenly thought of something. “Fluffy,” I began, “Hm?” he looked over, after picking up a red looking gem, “If I were to replace your weapon, with a sword made out of a certain gem, which would you like best?” an amused stare was my answer. “You believe that you can make a sword out of any gem here?” I smiled and said “Well I can sure as Nether try.” Fluffy roared with laughter, looking at the gem in his paw. “I suppose this kind.” He said, tossing the gem my way. “Was always fond of rubies, like the colour.” I nodded, picking up another red looking gem. “One minute please.” I told him. I teleported away a second later to where the Ponies and I had previously been before descending into the Diamond Dog hole. I found the crafting bench and placed my hands on it so I would be able to put it in my bag. Now that I think about it do I have enough sticks left to make Fluffy a sword? I checked my bag and found that I had two sticks left. That’s good for two swords or one tool. I teleported back to Fluffy, who was rooting through the pile of gems, possibly looking for more of those “Rubies”. I coughed to get his attention. He pulled his head out of the pile of gems, several of the red ones in his mouth. “I swee ywour bwach.” I raised an eyebrow at him. He spat out the gems and repeated himself. “I see your back.” I nodded smiling, and looked for a place to put my crafting bench. I noticed a small alcove within this room, and placed it there. If I a Craftian this would be a perfect spot to set up a small base while exploring caves underground. Any gems left in Fluffy’s mouth would have definitely fallen out considering how wide his mouth was. “Magic.” I told him, waving my hands at him in a sort of spooky fashion. Fluffy let out a laugh. “Now, may I have those rubies?” I asked, holding out my hand. He gave me the two sparkling red gems. I turned and faced the crafting bench, the gems in one hand, and a stick being pulled out of my bag in the other. “Do you know what you’re doing?” Fluffy asked cautiously. “I sure hope so.” I placed the items in the bench in a similar fashion to which I did with my own diamond sword. As soon as the last gem had been placed down I was amazed at what lied before me. A shining red sword was spinning slowly above the crafting bench. I reached out and grabbed it, it fitting comfortably in my grasp. I turned to Fluffy and smiled. “Looks like you got a new sword.” I said, pointing the hilt towards him. He took it, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“It’s, it’s,” Now it was his turn to be gobsmacked. I chuckled at his expression, oddly fishlike I would say. “Beautiful.” His eyes practically watered, holding the sword high above his head. “I dub thee, Dragons Breath.” I chuckled at the unusual name. Although I had never seen it being done, I was almost certain he could enchant his sword to give him an Aspect of Fire on it. I wonder if I could do that with any other gem, or any other item for that matter. I chuckled deviously as I picked up several of the red gems that Fluffy dropped from his mouth. I filled the entire crafting bench with the rubies, minus a single slot in the very top. I smiled as I called to Fluffy, who was still staring at his sword in awe. “Hey Fluffy, I said I would give you new armour too.” He turned to me, and I don’t think his mouth could have fallen any lower than it did if he tried. A spinning tunic, made entirely of rubies was floating above the crafting bench. I was about to grab it, when I recalled something that I had said to the Ponies earlier. “This is a chestplate, its size and shape changes depending on the creature that makes it.” I realised that if I were to take it, it would alter its size so that it fit me and not Fluffy. “Fluffy, please take this.” I said, stepping to the side, allowing Fluffy to reach out and grab the armour. He eyed me warily, “Are you sure this is safe?” He said, eying me carefully. “Completely.” I lied. It was quite safe, but I didn’t know how safe with a being that is not from Craftia using the crafting bench. Fluffy reached a paw towards the floating ruby tunic. I covered my eyes, leaving a small gap between two digits, allowing a single purple eye to poke through. I winced as Fluffy brushed the tunic, only to have it fall out of the air and clatter on the ground. But, aside from that mishap, it was a perfectly normal chestplate, ignoring the fact it was made of rubies. Both myself and Fluffy stared at the ruby tunic, sitting on the ground. Tenderly, Fluffy reached down to pick up the tunic. “I don’t believe it.” He said, mouth agape, and quite frankly I agreed with him, I didn’t think this wasn’t going to work, but I probably shouldn’t tell him that. “Try it on.” I said, looking at the shape of the armour, and the shape of Fluffy. Fluffy did as I recommended, and lifted the armour piece above his head. He moved his arms through it, coming out at the designated holes, and then pulled it downwards. There was a slight ‘pop’, and Fluffy’s head came through the neck hole. There is probably a proper term for that, but I don’t know it. Fluffy looked at the glistening red armour, protecting his body from danger, and he laughed. “Oh what a glorious day, with armour like this, I shall never be defeated again.” He boomed. “Come, we must go show off our new weapons and armour.” He said, looking as excited as a creeper when it sees a Craftian sleeping.
“Well hold on a sec, I haven’t made mine yet.” I said as I looked for more diamonds among the huge pile. “Ah, here they are.” I picked up five diamonds. That was strange; they had the same colour as lapis lazuli, but aside from that completely normal in every sense of the word. I placed the diamonds on the crafting bench the same way I did before, three in the top, two for the sides. And “Voila.” A diamond helmet floating above the crafting table. I grabbed the spinning helmet and placed it upon my head. It felt different to last time, like it was made of a different texture. I took it off to look at it, it was a shade darker than usual, the same colour as lapis. “Hey Fluffy, these were diamonds, right?” I asked him, handing my helmet over. Fluffy took the helmet and began intensely examining it. His eyes were glued to the make surface of the helmet, his large nose sniffing wildly. “No.” He finally decided. My eyes went wide. “Then what’s it made of?” I asked hesitantly. “If I were to make an assumption,” he said, staring at my helmet, and then the large amount of gems, “sapphires.” I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about that. On one hand, I now have the first, and possibly last, sapphire helmet ever created, but on another hand I’m not sure how much protection sapphire armour offers. Because it is a gem, like diamond, I should assume it would be equal in protection, but diamond is diamond for a reason, it is the hard mineral on the planet, which is why only a diamond pickaxe can break obsidian. Still, it would at least do as a replacement for my missing diamond helmet, which I still need to find out who had taken it.
“Well comrade, let us make our way to the banquet hall, I suspect our feast is about to begin.” I smiled gleefully, anticipating the idea of a meal, but, as I smiled, Fluffy smiled back, and I realised that he is more than likely a carnivore. “What exactly will we be eating?” I asked, hesitantly. “Oh a bit of this and a bit of that.” Fluffy said, with a playful tone. He then noticed my worried gaze. “Oh that’s right, the ponies are grass eaters.” He said, a paw on his chin. “I think we have some veggies, but their all things that grow in the ground, like carrots or potatoes.” I sighed in relief, finally something here that was similar. “I think that will do nicely.” I said, smiling. “Just make sure you don’t get any meat on the ponies.” Fluffy chuckled. “Do not worry, we do not lack table manners, but if it is a feast, things tend to get out of hand.” Fluffy said rubbing the back of his head with his hand. I raised an eyebrow at this remark. I felt a sudden similarity to Applejack for some reason. “Well, I think its best we don’t dwell on the past and move onto the future.” Fluffy said, walking straight out of the treasure room. I followed him, chuckling at the idea of what might have gone wrong at the last feast.
We made our way to the centre of the cavern, which was clearly where the celebration was at. This was thanks to, what I believe to be a setup between a jukebox and several note blocks. “What is that song they are playing?” I asked Fluffy, who chuckled and said: “Would you believe me if I said Diamond dogs?” I raised an eyebrow at this. “There is a song named after your species?” Fluffy chuckled and said, “Apparently so.” We found out that behind the jukebox and note block set up were three figures, Pinkie Pie being one, the Pink dog, whose name I now know to be Rosy Recipe. The two seemed to fit together like zombies and shovels, minus the taste in music. Rosy seemed to enjoy music that sounded like it was being made by stringed instruments, whereas Pinkie enjoyed a redstone genre. Yes we have stringed instruments, but very basic ones, we simply put string between two different blocks, and pluck the middle. I also noticed the other Dogs getting along well with their counterpart. Shining Armour was talking to Glimmer Sword, Twilight was having a heated discussion about literature with Dusk Shimmer, Applejack was comparing apples and rubies with Rubyjoe, Fluttershy was conversing with Glide Wary, Rainbow Dash was still racing Hue Chaser. I found Rarity a little while off, showing Precious how she created clothing, and vice versa. “Well, looks like everyone’s having fun.” I commented to Fluffy. He nodded in agreement, running a finger over his sword. “You know, perhaps we may have another battle soon.” He said, wiggling an eyebrow at me. I chuckled and declined. “Apologies, but I have already agreed to two activities with the Ponies.” Fluffy’s eyebrows stopped wiggling and were no raised. I took the gesture as he wanted to know what the activities are. “Well one, is helping build houses for Ponies with my skills.” I told him, picking up a cube of stone to signify my point. “I didn’t know you could do that.” Fluffy said, slightly used to my abilities now. “Well now you do.” I replied, putting the cube back in place. “And the other, is going to get milkshakes with Sweetie Belle.” “Milkshakes?” Fluffy asked curiously. “I don’t know what they are either. Actually maybe that was an omake.” I mumbled the last bit. “Beg your pardon?” He asked. “Oh, nothing, now let’s go join in on the party.” I said throwing my hands into the air. Fluffy laughed and said “Better late than never.” He followed my gesture and we both ran to the centre of the cavern. I was never much for parties, but I figured being in a different world, might as well make this one a good one.
Once in the party, I noticed how much I towered over everyone, and I use that term lightly. I was a good 13 feet tall, and the Ponies, minus Celestia, were all 5, or 4 foot, except Sweetie Belle, who was an obvious 3. The tallest diamond dog was only 7 feet, while taller than the average Craftian, still not very impressive. I then realised how my legs were being used as poles for the party goers to hang onto, should they have had too much to drink. It was astounding how poorly some people could hold their alcohol. Although, I think that Enders have adapted to some form of intolerance to it, considering it usually ends up with us teleporting inside of a wall, which by the way is not very pretty. An elder of my tribe was half an arm, because he was a foot off while teleporting. It is because of this reason, that teleportation lessons are commonly held in deserts or plains, where there isn’t much to teleport into, minus the ground. I suddenly noticed the lack of music in the air. I turned to look at the noteblock set up, only to notice it missing its operators. “Where did..?” I trailed off, realising everyone else was probably thinking the same thing. I noticed two tails of pink, inside of a stone building. Almost as if the tails sensed they were being watched, the door of the home closed, and a hat was placed on the handle. “What the Nether does that mean?” I wondered to myself. I heard several groans and complaints going around. Fluffy was looking very down trodden. “Whatever will we do now?” He mused. “Well, when in doubt.” I began, Fluffy looked at me, curious as to what I was going to say. “Rock out.”
I teleported myself to their set up, and noticed that it was very different to what I had expected. There were several buttons and pads, and measurements of the volume and speed of the music. I was going to teleport away, but unfortunately people took notice of me being up at the music booth, and began to cheer. “Well blocks.” I said to myself, looking over the several buttons I could possibly use. I noticed one that said, shuffle, and another one that said: play. “What the Nether do theses mean?” Apparently people were beginning to realise that I wasn’t going to be playing any music any time soon and started to disperse, I decided to change that. “Let it be known,” I shouted, raising a hand and finger in the air, causing the crowd to look at me. “That I have no idea what the Nether to do.” I brought the finger down and hit the button that said play. Music started to come out of the noteblocks to my side. I couldn't make out most of the words over the unusual redstone beats, but I feel like it was about a certain person I had met only earlier. The crowd cheered and I thought I heard some applauding from the house of the Pink tails. I turned back to the set up before me, and looked at the various buttons. Some of them looked like they moved up and down, and others, that were regrettably circular, looked as though they turned. I decided to play around with them. I twisted the circular ones, and noticed that the volume of the music decreased, causing several calls from the crowd, telling me to change it back. I twisted the button in the opposite direction, and even higher than what it previously was, causing cheers from the crowd. I turned my attention to the ones that I believed to move up and down. I moved one up slightly, and noticed a change in the pitch of the music. I moved another one, and noticed that a certain sound in the song got lower, amplifying the other parts of the music. I was surprisingly good at this, even though I had never used it before. I noticed that the song was beginning to end, noted by a line on a part of the set up that showed the length of the song, and how much it had been through already. I didn’t know what button to press, so I pressed shuffle, hoping it would do something. It did not. Ok, panic setting in, what do I do, what do I do? “We’ll take it from here.” I heard a voice behind me say. I turned to see Pinkie and Rosie standing behind me, large smiles on both of their faces.
“Oh thank Notch.” I sighed in relief. “Hey, don’t fret buddy, I think you did pretty well up there.” Rosy told me with an air of confidence. “Ooh, I think I might have a little competition.” Pinkie said, winking at me. “Don’t worry Pinkie, I don’t think I’ll be doing that again.” I said, putting my hands in a defensive position. “Not in that sense.” She winked at me, causing Rosy to giggle. I had no idea what they meant. Oh. Ohh. OOOOHHHH. I nodded, now understanding what the hat meant, and proceeded to teleport the Nether out of there. “You did well friend.” Fluffy said, appearing next to me as if he himself had teleported, with two mugs of ale in hand. He handed me one and I took a large gulp. “What’s the matter, I thought you did quite well.” I thanked him and said “While that may or may not be true, I’m more concerned about a current revelation I just had.” Fluffy chuckled “And that would be.” I pointed two fingers at the current music players. Fluffy didn’t seem to understand at first, then went wide eyed. “Oh.” Was all he said. “My thoughts exactly.” I replied. We then both drained our mugs. “It’s not taboo is it?” I asked, slightly worried about what they may bring upon themselves. “Taboo, no. Unheard of? Most definitely.” I looked at the bottom of his mug. “I’m going to get some more ale, would you care for a mug?” He asked. “Please.” I said, handing him my mug. He nodded and departed to the where the alcohol was located. I attempted to lean against the wall, but just found it too uncomfortable. I plucked a block out of the ground and set it down, deciding to use it as a seat. I let out a breath, and took in what I had just realised, and how it may affect me. While there is absolutely no way that Pinkie and Rosy could ever affect my life in any bad way, it was more what it made me realise.
I am alone. Not in the sense that I don’t have any friends, I should at least hope not. But in the sense that I am the only Enderman in this world. In this universe possibly. The most base instinct, or goal of any species is to reproduce. And, if I am the only one of my species in this land, and I highly doubt crossbreeding is in any way possible, or if I would even think of it, I will be, the only Enderman in this world, for as long as there will be a world. With that notion in my head, I felt strangely at peace. I had never been good at talking to females, of any species to be honest. Although, I suppose I can’t really say much, as with female skeletons you can’t really tell, and zombies, they don’t exactly seem like perfect partners. I have yet found a way to identify a male or female creeper, but I assume it is merely their genitalia, which I have thankfully not seen. Craftians just run, and while I have managed to resist from attacking a female Craftian, it doesn’t mean I am on conversation terms with them. Enderwomen, are completely normal, save for the fact that, should you seem in any way annoying, threatening, or inferior, they will teleport away without a word. I know from experience. But now, I feel like a weight has left my chest. While I may be upset I will never reproduce with a fellow Ender, at least it is no skin off my nose.
“You seem deep in thought.” A voice behind me said. I expected it to be Fluffy, but instead it was Shining Armour. “Oh, hello Shining Armour, didn’t see you there.” He nodded and sat on the ground beside me. “Shining is fine, so, what’s with the mind games Galopleo?” He asked, looking up to me. “I don’t know if you’d be interested.” I laughed, imagining what his reaction would be. “Try me.” He challenged. “Mating, or, the inability to.” Would he have been drinking, it would have most definitely been spat out. “Pardon?” He cleared his throat. “Have you seen any other me’s around?” I asked rhetorically. “No, thank Celestia.” He chuckled. I frowned but chuckled as well. “Well, can’t mate if there’s not another one of my species.” I could really use that ale right now. “Oh, I understand.” Shining said. “So, no kin, no kids.” “Couldn’t have put it better myself.” I heard footsteps behind me, and turned to see Fluffy carrying three mugs of ale. “Gentlemen.” He said, handing a mug to both myself and Shining Armour. “Thank you, Fluffy.” Shining said uncertainly. “Correct, Mr. Armour.” “Wait, so your name actually is Fluffy?” I asked. Fluffy, looked away and a mumbled “Yes” came out of his mouth. I fell off my block laughing, not at the name, but at the fact I was right. I could see Fluffy frowning at me, so I decided to voice my reason. “It’s not the name, I was just right.” I chuckled, wiping a tear from my eye. Fluffy made a crude imitation of me, repeating what I just said, making both myself and Shining laugh.
“Oh, dear, the toast.” Fluffy suddenly sprang up. “What’s toast?” I asked Shining Armour. “Well, toast is well burned bread, but I think he’s making a toast, to congratulate you.” I understood now, except the burnt bread bit. “Why would you burn bread?” I contemplated. “Well because when you put butter on it, it melts, and some people like their bread crispy. I nodded, and was about to ask what butter was, before a booming voice interrupted. “Greetings everyone.” I recognised the voice instantly as Fluffy. I stood up to see where he was, and noticed him standing at a little platform a ways away. “I would like to welcome to the feast, our residents.” A cheer ran through the enormous crowd. “Our Pony guests.” A slightly less thrilled clapping ran through the air, minus Rosy Recipe who was going absolutely crazy. “And of course, the person whom this feast is in honour of, the victor of our battle.” He threw his hands in my direction, and a lot of light was suddenly placed upon me. I heard enormous applause, and felt something similar to stage fright. “Psst.” I heard a voice say. I looked down to see Shining Armour now seated on my block. “I think they want you to join him.” I nodded in understanding. “Just wave a little while you’re going up.” I did as I was instructed and made my way towards the small platform, waving at the crowd. Fluffy welcomed me up and shook my hand. “For defeating me, I would like to give you two things.” He began. “Oh, I don’t really need a reward or anything don’t worry.” I told him nervously. Fluffy looked at me and said “One is material, the other is a different matter, so do not fret.” I was about to make another argument, but Fluffy cut ahead of me. “First, I would like to give you, a token of my appreciation.” He turned to me, and I noticed he had something in his hands. “Kneel.” He told me, with a tone that said “don’t do this or you’ll look like an idiot” and, in slightly more threatening way, “don’t do this or I’ll look like an idiot”. I did as he requested, and knelt. I was now head height with him. “I would like to give you this necklace, that belonged to some of the greatest warriors of our race.” I felt him place said necklace over me, and tumultuous applause was what followed. I rose, and held the necklace in my hand. It was fairly simple necklace by any means. A rope tied to a pendant. The pendant however, was very interesting. It was a broken sword. The blade was broken what I assume would be halfway from the hilt. On the back of it, there was an inscription. I couldn’t make it out, which was quite possibly how I ended up in this situation in the first place. I went to get a book, and ended up being applauded by Diamond Dogs. “Even if you are broken, you can still succeed.” Fluffy spoke to the audience. That is the motto of our race. No matter how broken, how damaged, or how badly fixing is required, you can always succeed.” The cavern was filled with thunderous applause. “And the second thing, is permission for both you, and whoever you choose to accompany, access to our city at all times.” Applause rang out once more.
“And now, I would like you all, Ponies and Diamond Dogs alike, to stand and applaud together, for my good friend...” He stopped, causing mass confusion in both the spectators, and myself. “I just realised something.” He spoke loudly, so that the audience could hear him. “I have battled you, I have befriended you, we drank together, we sang together, we made weapons and armour together and yet...” I had no idea where he was going with this. “And yet, I don’t know your name.” Really. In all my time with Fluffy, I had never once mentioned my name? “Actually,” I heard a voice in the crowd “we don’t know it either.” It was Sweetie Belle. I had never mentioned my time in the entirety of my presence in this land? Even to Sweetie Belle? How in the Nether is that even possible? *Author also wondering the same thing* I decided I had better put this matter to rest. I tapped Fluffy on the shoulder, and asked if I may speak to the audience. “Dear Ponies and Dogs, or, Diamonds, whichever you prefer.” I heard a small chuckle run through the crowd. “I have no idea how my name has eluded conversation for so long. But rest easy, as my name shall be spoken for you all to hear.” The crowd applauded in anticipation. “My name, my name is-"
“I don’t remember.” A gasp went through the crowd. “Oh wait, yes I do, my name’s K-ack!” “Kack?” Fluffy asked “What kind of name is that?” I didn’t understand what had happened, I tried to say my name, and something stopped me. I felt around my mouth, and realized that it was closing. “I can’t talk.” I said. Or I wanted to, instead, this is what it sounded like. “Mmmphmmhpmh!” A heard an extremely large gasp from somewhere in the crowd, and then found Pinkie Pie standing behind me. I probably would have screamed, if it were not for my mouth being closed. “You can’t talk because your mouth is stuck and it’s an adaption of your species to have your mouth closed as often as you can because it is only supposed to open when you’re angry.” She let out in a single breath. I looked at her, perplexed, and then gave a sign where my index finger and thumb joined together showing her she was right. “Yessss, I’m two for two today.” She brought her hoof inward, if she had the appendages required, she would more than likely be using them to clutch a fist of victory.
“So what you are telling me is,” Fluffy began, “you cannot talk until your mouth opens again?” I nodded in confirmation. “And how long until you will be able to talk again?” I shrugged, showing I was unaware. It was going to be closed for an indeterminable amount of time. “So what should we do until then?” Fluffy questioned. I heard a cough somewhere in the crowd and saw Celestia’s head rise among the many Diamond Dogs. “If I may, I would like to borrow him for a bit.” She wants to borrow me? For what? “I was hoping he may help me in the building of homes for Ponies in need.” Ah yes, that.
I turned to Fluffy, looking to him to see if it was ok for me to go. He saw me looking at him and chuckled. “Your life my friend, not mine.” I nodded, realizing why it was silly of me to look to him. I looked to Celestia and gave her a thumbs up. She was unsure of what it meant. “It means yes.” Fluffy called. I bowed my head a bit to him, thanking him for explaining.
I was about to teleport to Celestia, when I looked to Fluffy once more. “Yes?” He asked. I pointed in the direction of the vault in which I had made the sword and chestplate for Fluffy. “You want a few gems for the road?” He questioned. I shook my hands, then contemplated a bit. I made a squeezing motion with my fingers. “Just a few, alright, I suppose you’ll be wanting your bench back too.” He started away to the vault, after seeing me nod in confirmation. I was just going to get that originally, but figured some high durability tools would help too. I followed Fluffy into the storage room, probably the last time I would ever be here.
When we entered the room, my mind was still finding trouble contemplating all these gems, although there wasn't that much of an explosion going of this time. I gazed at the mountain of gems, trying to decide which would be better for tools. While judging my choice, it was evident Fluffy had made it for me already. He tapped my shoulder, and showed me a bunch of the gems I had used to craft my helmet. “Sapphires, do you recall?” I nodded in confirmation. He smiled and placed them in my hand, I counted ten. My eyes widened in shock. I looked at Fluffy once more and made the squeezing motion once more. His response was a raised eyebrow.
“Do you not see all this?” He asked, gesturing to the pile of gems. “That is a small bit, so take them, and put them to good use.” I clutched the gems, and smiled at Fluffy. I desperately wanted to thank him for everything he has done for me. Unfortunately, my mouth would not let me, but Fluffy somehow understood what I wanted to say. “Do not worry friend, warriors do not say “thank you”’s or “good bye”s, they say, until next time.” With that, myself and Fluffy clasped hands, a silent agreement to meet again one day, and to obviously have a rematch. I picked up the bench, placed it in my, Fluttershy’s bag, along with my gems. I nodded to Fluffy, and left him with the trove of gems, allowing him to be on his own for a while, and perhaps, to go back into the cellar with the ale.
As much as I would have loved to join him, I had a duty, well, a promise more so, to help these Ponies in need. I saw Celestia and the rest of the Ponies, minus one pink Pony. I teleported over to them, giving Fluttershy a small scare, and nodded to Celestia. Seeing as I could not speak I hoped that Celestia understood my notion. She lit up her horn, and smiled at me, clearly recognizing what I meant. I stood back, realizing that she was about to teleport everyone from out of the cave, and while I appreciate the gesture, I much prefer to teleport my way. There was a bright flash, and everyone was gone. I turned to the crowd of Diamond Dogs, and saw Fluffy watching me from afar. I placed my hand on my forehead, saluting, before I made my leave. What happened next was unbelievable.
Fluffy saluted back, but so did the entire cave. Each Diamond Dog, even the pups, each held a paw to their hands, matching my salute. I could feel a tear forming in the corner of my eye. I dropped the salute before it could fall, the Diamond Dogs followed suit, and then started applauding. I took a bow and then teleported away. I found myself back at the clearing and noticed that there was no one else with me. I started to get worried, until I heard voices from down in the hole from where we had first entered the cave. “Where is he?” I think that was Shining Armour. “I don’t know, he backed away before we teleported.” That was Twilight. “Maybe he’s up top.” I heard a slight twang in the voice, identifying it as Applejacks. I smiled and waited for them to come up. My smile turned to a frown however, when I felt someone staring at me. I turned to where I sensed it coming from, only to find the forest from which I had gotten the wood to make the Crafting Table. I could definitely sense someone looking at me, but I couldn’t see them. I saw no tell-tale signs of an Invisibility potion being used, so why could I feel someone staring at me.
“HEY HE’S UP HERE!” I heard a voice shout. I whirled around to find Rainbow Dash hovering above the hole, shouting down to the others. I turned back to where I had sensed the person looking at me, only to find the sensation missing. I knew it would be unwise to turn away, but I had, slightly more pressing matters to deal with. I watched the parade of Ponies pile out of the hole. “Where were you?” Shining Armour asked. I pointed down to the ground, and then made the same saluting signal I had earlier. “They were seeing you off then?” Celestia questioned. I nodded in confirmation, and felt a small tear creep out of my eye. I turned around before anyone could notice, pointed to the castle and started marching. I stopped when I realised I didn’t actually know where to go. I turned to them and placed my hand on the back of my head. “Don’t run if you don’t know where to go.” Rainbow called cockily. I frowned as she prepared to fly past me. As she did however, her tail was caught by a black hand, my hand to be precise. It was humorous to see her bounce back into the place where she took off, not necessarily on her feet, or, hooves I should say.
I heard Applejack and Rarity snicker, Pinkie Pie on the other hand did nothing to hide her laughter. I felt a small tap on my foot and looked down. Sweetie Belle was looking up at me, with a small frown on her face. She raised one eyebrow in a “you know why I’m here” fashion. I sighed, well, I would have if my mouth was working. I looked to Rainbow, who was glaring at me. I placed my hands against my chest, and then threw them downwards. She obviously didn’t get what I was trying to convey, but thankfully, Sweetie Belle already told me what to say.
“He’s saying sorry.” Sweetie Belle told them. Everyone looked to Rainbow and they could see a small blush on her cheeks. “Y-yeah well, next time don’t grab my tail.” She began stroking it as she held it to her chest. “It’s sensitive.” She trotted past me, her tail between her legs, as if fearing I would grab it again. I mentally sighed and followed after her, the rest of the Ponies following suit. I stopped suddenly, causing Sweetie Belle to crash into me, Twilight to crash in Sweetie, Rarity to crash into Twilight, etcetera, etcetera. “Why’d you stop?” Pinkie Pie piped up, obviously with a bitten tongue. I put a finger to my lips and drew out my sword. I felt that same presence that had been staring at me before.
I pointed toward the forest, looked at Shining Armour, hoping he understood what I meant. His eyes widened and his horn began glowing. Seeing this, Celestia, Twilight and Rarity all lit up their horns. Sweetie Belle made an attempt, but her horn just fizzled out. She was dragged behind the magic wielders by Fluttershy, who was hugging Pinkie Pie protectively. I looked to Shining Armour, and pointed to myself, then to the forest, made a clenching motion, and then pointed to him. He seemed to understand what I was saying, which was “I’m going in, If you hear something scream, please save me.” Although he might have misinterpreted it.
I teleported into the forest, just behind a tree that was nearest to where I sensed the presence. I heard a curse word, which I do not wish to utter in this tale, and then a stern female voice. “Doctor, you can’t say things like that, it’s not polite.” I heard a smack and then a small whine. “I’m sorry Derpy but it’s after running away, and I am not going to let anything that dangerous roam these lands.” What? I’m not dangerous, and how does this ‘Doctor’ know who I am, I’d like to see his degree, telling someone what is and what isn’t dangerous. I had half a mind to step out from behind that tree and give him a good talking to, but unfortunately, I was unable as I couldn’t give even a bad talking to if I wanted.
I could at least put my sword away, maybe doing that would show I’m less of a threat. “Where did you go you beautiful beast?” WHAT? I swung around from the tree and glared at the man that called me a beast. I realised this scoundrel was a Pony, an Earth Pony, as I didn’t see any wings or horn. He had brown hair, and a lighter shade was his coat. The female next to him, was also a Pony, this one, was a Pegasus. It had a grey coat and yellow hair. The Earth Pony didn’t notice the fact I was glaring at him, until he noticed my legs at the outer rim of his vision. He and the Pegasus beside him slowly craned their necks upwards. When their eyes finally met I was extremely confused for two reasons. When I saw the Earth Ponies eyes, I felt as if I was looking into that of a Craftian, and when I met the Pegasus’ eyes, I could feel nothing at all, as one was staring at me, and the other was lazily looking at the ‘Doctor’. We stood there for a few minutes before something happened. That something was a pink blur breaking through the bushes with an armada of Ponies behind it. I say armada, what I mean is nine Ponies barrelling through a forest.
There was shock on everyone’s faces as the Ponies circled the ‘Doctor’ and Derpy, I believe her name, I do not believe this Pony to have ever gone to medical school. “Derpy?” Rainbow questioned. “Dash?” “Doctor?” “Twilight?” “PINKIE PIE!” Pinkie Pie appeared out of nowhere in the middle of our little entrapment. “What are you doing here?” Twilight asked, at the same time as the Doctor. “We could ask you the same question.” Rainbow Dash replied, at the same time as Derpy. “We are bringing him with us.” Applejack responded, along with the Doctor. “What do you mean your bringing him with you?” Pinkie Pie shouted, as did Derpy. “He is a friend/fiend.” Shining Armour and Doctor answered. “Enough!” Celestia called, causing the entire clearing to become silent, minus one unicorn. “But I didn’t get my turn.” Only to be hushed by her elder sister.
“I believe there is a serious misunderstanding here.” Celestia began. “Why you two are out in the middle of White Tail Woods is none of my concern, even if the reason isn’t completely ‘foal-friendly’.” This gave both Derpy and Doctor an enormous blush, and immediately started excusing how that wasn’t what they were doing, only to be silenced by a small look from Celestia. I heard a small “What are they talking about?” being whispered, and I could only imagine who was saying that. “It would appear, that while we were making our way to the castle, to prepare for a trip to Appleloosa, we were being spied on.” “That is not true.” Doctor retorted immediately. “We were making sure this thing wasn’t going to hurt you.” I clenched my fist and raised it towards Doctor. “See!” He shouted, covering his face with his hooves. “Perhaps he is angry over the fact you called him a ‘thing’.” Rarity said in a condoning voice. I relaxed my hand and gestured to Rarity gratefully. “That still doesn’t excuse the fact he is clearly a monster.” I clenched my fist once more, but instead of hitting him, I tapped a nearby tree and it turned into a small block. I didn’t mean to do this, well, I did and I didn’t. I meant to punch the tree with great force, but I didn’t mean for it to pop off. It can only be done if the punch has great force or reason behind it, and seeing as I imagined the tree as Doctor’s face, I had all the reasoning I needed. I have seen only a few Craftians able to take out a log in a single punch, one of the few had a cowboy hat, a magnificent beard, and a shit eating grin, I believe his name was Chunk Norris.
Doctor stared at the small rotating block, and then recoiled in pain as it hit him between the eyes. “Gah!”He cried. “See you see, he just hurt me.” He started to look a tad like his friend in grey over there. Said friend was staring at me angrily, or at least, I assumed she was, kind of hard to tell honestly. “Why did you do that?” She asked, looking up at me, once more, kind of hard to tell. I made several gestures, none of which got through to her head. I finally turned to Shining Armour, and pointed to myself and then to him. He was obviously confused, mouthing the words “you” and “me” several times over. I pointed to myself, where my mouth should be, and then him again. His eyes lit up in understanding. “You’re being racist.” He said almost happily. “How in Taurtus am I being racist?!” Doctor all but shouted back at him. “Because you think just because he’s tall, black and carries a sword, means he’s dangerous. Oh wait, that’s speciesism, is that a word?” He looked over to Twilight. “No, but we can make it one, the new thesaurus comes out next month, and it’s actually not a bad term considering how much of it is going around.” She told him excitedly, she was particularly buzzed about the new thesaurus, whatever that is. “I’ll have you know that whenever I judge people I tend to be 100% right.” Everybody in the clearing, including Derpy, raised an eyebrow at this statement. “Well, maybe 79% right.”
Celestia took a step forward and said “As much as I’m sure you trust your, instincts, I would like you to give him the benefit of the doubt for the time being, seeing as he hasn’t done any monstrous things so far.” She phrased it in such a way that she too, expected me to be some form of monster when she first laid eyes on me, but, I suppose if some strange creature were to appear in front of me and throw up out a window while I was bathing, I would think the same. Doctor made an angry grumble and a very soft and very angry “Sorry.” Could be heard escaping from his mouth. His companion on the other hand, made no effort to appear angry. “Sorry for thinking you were a dangerous beast and observing you to learn your weak points and then later blast you into oblivion.” I raised an eyebrow at Doctor, who looked around nervously. “I, uh, she, hehe.” He bolted for the bushes, dragging Derpy by the tail. “He always was a strange one, pity.” Rarity said, turning round and exiting the forest, followed by Sweetie Belle, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rainbow Da- you know it’ll be too tiring to name them all, she was followed by everyone.
We found ourselves at the entrance to the marvellous castle that I had slept in the previous night, speaking of which, it was getting rather close to it. I could see the sun hovering gently just above the horizon. As we walked towards the castle gates the Unicorn guards in golden armour stiffened up at the sight of me. I do not mean to say that as they were afraid, I am sure they have been properly trained, they stiffened to make sure their muscles were ready should I decide to attack, a little rude, but at least they’re prepared. I noticed a small black speck in the sky, getting steadily closer, and while I thought nothing of it at first, I figured it would be best to keep an eye on it. I was, uneasy, to say the least about this incoming projectile, so I did what any smart being would do, ask the nearest most powerful and wise person what to do.
I tapped Sweetie Belle on her hoof, seeing as she was still over my shoulder, and I pointed to the thing in the sky. She squinted and put on a puzzled look for a moment, then smiled. “Uhm, Princess.” She called forward, causing Celestia to glance back, along with Rarity, which I have to admire, I have often done the same whenever I heard my sister ask a question. “Yes Sweetie Belle?” The ruler of this land replied. “I think your sister’s coming in for a visit.” She ended with a rather large smile. This caused a smaller smile from Celestia, as she gazed into the heavens for her sister, which I now realise must be Princess, what was it, Lupin, no, Luna! That’s it. I haven’t really seen her since I jumped out the window, oh my, how is that Earth Pony doing, I don’t think I ever got her name.
I waved up to the sky born Princess, wondering if she could even see me at this distance, then realised, considering I was tall, dark and handsome the only one of my species there, it shouldn’t have been that much trouble. As we continued walking Luna got closer and closer, it was then I realised that she was descending at a much faster pace than she probably needed to, she was falling, and I, the mute alien, was the only one who noticed. I jumped in surprise, almost tossing Sweetie Belle of my shoulder, causing her to gasp. Rarity’s head whipped around so fast it probably would have broken the sound barrier. Rarity looked at me angrily, whereas Sweetie Belle looked concerned. “What’s wrong?” She asked quickly. I didn’t have enough time for guessing games so I did my actions as fast as I could. I pointed up, made a cross with my arms, and then flapped them. It looked as I just asked Sweetie Belle to make a complex redstone circuit, and I thought all hope was lost, until I heard a shout. “Princess Luna is falling!?” I turned and saw Rarity with shock on her face, along with several heads, including those of guards whipping round in our direction, and then skywards. There was immediate panic in the courtyard, as soldiers ran around trying to calm the storm that they obviously started, and even in my own group there was pandemonium. “She’s going too fast, we wouldn’t be able to catch her with our own hooves.” Rainbow shouted. “I don’t even think my magic could slow her in time.” Twilight exclaimed. I turned to look at the sister of said falling Princess, only to see her frozen, whether out of fear or shock I did not know, but I did know, what I had to do.
I took Sweetie Belle off my shoulder and placed her on Rarity’s back. The two sisters looked up at me, wondering what I was going to do, and in all honesty, I was wondering that myself. I ran towards the closest wall and grabbed onto an outcropping, searching for the next. When I found it, I teleported myself towards it, using whatever limbs necessary to keep me from falling. I heard several shouts from down below, most likely questioning my actions, and telling me to get down, but I ignored them. I continued this tactic, teleporting from wall to wall, balcony to balcony, until I was finally at the top of the tallest tower, holding onto a flagpole that carried what I assumed to be this nations national symbol. I jumped towards Luna, who was now roughly 10 metres above me and falling fast.
I had heard about this manoeuvre in several stories that I had read over the years. The dashing prince jumps outward, catching the princess, and descends easily to the ground, landing with absolute grace. Only one of those aspects was correct, the fact I was jumping out to save a Princess. When I caught her, I felt too things, immediate weight, and immediate regret. I didn’t realize how much she weighed, and I know you aren’t supposed to talk about a woman’s weight, but, Notch damn, I forgot how heavy animals were, if these people even could be considered animals. I cartwheeled forward, almost being thrown away from Luna in the cycle. I held onto her for dear life, and then saw the ground speeding towards me. I had only one chance at this, and it wasn’t a very good one, or a very smart one.
I turned myself round so that my back faced the ground, and with all the strength I had in these bones, I threw Luna upwards. I hit the ground with amazing force, causing a large crater to form, and, from what I was told, my plan worked perfectly, somewhat. The force of my muscles pushing against the force of gravity, managed to make Luna, as I am told by Rarity, “Float serenely, for about two seconds.” Then gravity caught up again and sent her down into the crater, with a cushier landing than I had. I groaned and turned around, finding a still unconscious Luna pressed against my face. Had she been awake, this would be a most awkward situation. I began to push her off, or tried to at least. She seemed to have completely flattened me, pinning my arms to the ground, and to make it worse, I couldn’t call for help. A pink head popped over the rim of the crater. “Uh, I think kissing a Princess is against the law.” This sentence caused several heads to look into the crater, many of them guards. At first they looked angry, but then, after Twilight and Shining Armour started laughing, the stern expressions dropped into a ‘No problem, no punishment’ look.
Luna was levitated gently off me, releasing my limbs from their imprisonment. I clambered out of the hole, holding my head once I got back on my feet. “It would appear you have helped us once again.” The soothing voice of Celestia helped to relieve my head ache. “We are deeply in debt to you, K.” She said, bowing on one knee. The ruler of a land bowing to me? Whoa. But what did she call me?
“What did you call him?” Dash asked. “K.” Celestia replied “Seeing as that was the only letter we were able to get out of him.” She held a small grin on that last syllable. “Isn’t that the name of that guy with the weird thing that keeps flashing and making people forget where they are?” Everyone looked to Pinkie incredulously. Applejack brought her hoof to her head after a few seconds saying. “Pinkie, that’s the fella in that Mane in Black story you borrowed from Twilight.” Rarity eyed Applejack. “And how pray tell do you know that?” “Because I read it after her, I can read you know.” Twilight laughed, seeing her friends enjoying a book in her library, well, enjoyed I suppose, past tense. “Now everypony,” Celestia began, “we came here to better the lives of our fellow Equestrians, not bicker about Science Fiction novels.” With that, she turned into the magnificent castle that was her home, and the Ponies followed suit. I took a step into the castle only to be stopped by a small cough. I looked down and found, an unusual Pegasus. Where Pegasus seemed to have inherited their traits from the bird, this one seemed to have done so with a bat. This Pegasus seemed to have cat eyes, judging from the slanted irises. I couldn’t tell whether or not it was a boy or a girl.
The Bat Pegasus reached from behind it and took out a piece of paper that was held together by two pieces of wood. It unravelled the paper and cleared its throat. “On behalf of the Night Guard,” girl, definitely girl “we, the Ponies under Princess Luna’s command, hereby thank you for saving our mother, and request that you join us tomorrow night, for a feast in your honour.” I was surprised. Firstly at how quickly that was written and brought to me, and second that I was invited to a feast. I was dumbstruck honestly. I had no idea how to respond, and that’s not just because I couldn’t. I had never been invited to a feast before, so I had no idea what to do. Oh, wait. I tell a lie, I was invited to the feast with the diamond dogs, although, I didn’t really eat anything. I nodded gracefully, it was about the only thing I could do, seeing as how Ponies didn’t really know what a thumbs up meant.
The Bat Pegasus nodded in agreement. “We thank you for saving her, we would have been here sooner, but we were chasing after a mysterious blue box that was flying away from a forest, almost hitting us in the process. We were so caught up with the fact that it almost hit us, we didn’t notice it hit our Princess.” I could hear a tinge of regret at the end of that, and understood why. If you spend your life protecting someone, only to have them gone due to ignorance, it can leave a great toll on your mind. I patted the Bat on the back, and pointed to my head, to her, and my heart. “How would you know how I feel?” She asked. Before answering I made another gesture by pointing to her head, then my mouth, well, the area where it should be. “Yes I understood that.” Apparently my facial expression was enough to give the next question. “I’m really good at charades.” I could hear her starting to cheer up a little. “Oh, my names Midnight Clover by the way.” I wore a similar expression to my previous one. “You’re not from here, so you probably don’t know about the names and stuff do you?” I shook my head, actually being intrigued to this story.
“Well, when a pony is born, the parents give them a name, more than likely related to the profession they are in, or a profession they hope their foal to be in, like miss Applejack, her family has been in the apple business for generations..” I nodded, suddenly having a terrible realisation that the doctor of my old village was named Butcher. “But, it can also be based on their coat or mane or some other appearance of theirs.” She looked around and noticed Rainbow flying alongside with the herd of Ponies. Like Miss Dash over there, her hair kind of gives it away.” I nodded, wondering what her parents were like. “Or, it may have to do with a specific event at the birth. The word on the grapevine is that when young Sweetie Belle was born, her parents heard the bells of the local school and it was the most beautiful sound in that moment.” I nodded, thinking back to how Bronagh was born. Bronagh, in case you didn’t know, means Sorrow, in our language. She wasn’t the healthiest baby, and along with the fact her eyes were different colours, it was all my parents felt when her heart stopped beating. But, she survived, and managed to do the exact opposite of her name, and make almost everyone that saw her smile. Shaking memories out of my head, I pointed to Clover. “Oh me? Well, I was born at midnight, and I’m a Bat Pony. My mom really wanted a girl, so while she was in labour my dad was out searching and found a four leaf clover. They’re supposed to be really lucky, and apparently they are, because, out came me.” There was a large smile across Clovers face. She obviously had fun telling that story each time.
“Ok, so what’s your name?” I tried to make it out to her, but apparently even if you are good at charades, there is just some stuff you can’t get. In the end, I just stuck up my thumb and my index and middle finger. “K? That’s it.” I preformed some gestures which meant “That’s all I can get you to understand.” She nodded her head in a fair enough sort of way. I pointed towards the group of Ponies waiting by the door. “Oh right, you have to get back to your friends. I will come and get you when the feast is ready. Do you eat meat or veg?” I put up two fingers. “Oh you’re an omnivore, good.” She nodded, then spread her wings and took to the sky.
I like her. I don’t know why, she just seems like a person, or Pony rather, plus I was always fond of bats back home. “Hey K, come on already, I want to fill up on grub, now.” I heard the unmistakeable call of Rainbow Dash. Clearly she was hungry, or at the very least thirsty. I followed the sound of her rather obnoxious voice into a grand hall. On the table were a whole host of different foods, I didn’t smell any meat, which I considered normal, seeing as these Ponies, if anything like cows, were herbivores. I did smell cooked sugar, which I already sampled earlier thanks to Pinkie Pies Sapphire cupcake. I would have licked my lips if I could open my mouth. Time to eat, I hope they have Sapphires. WAIT. I ate a cake that used the same thing as my helmet is made of. I took my helmet of my head and stared at it. Am I able to eat this? I sniffed it carefully. Nope, smells like a regular helmet. Maybe it’s the fact she cooked it.
I didn’t notice it at first, but as I sit down, I saw a rather large instrument sat next to me. And next to that instrument was the grey Earth Pony I had met earlier this morning. I peered round the large cello, and saw her stuffing her face. I was unaware that someone could stuff their face gracefully, but it was being done. I waved at her, and she stopped eating a moment to swallow. She smiled and nodded at me, clearly too full to speak. Well, that makes both of us. Although mine isn’t voluntary. Oh, I just recalled saying that I would tell you how my mouth works, well it’s quite interesting you see. What happens is –“Fillies and Gentlecolts.” A large voice rung through the hall. I turned to see Celestia at the very top of the hall, sitting on a golden throne. I remember seeing something similar once in Craftia, a crazed man with a crown and kilt sat upon a thrown such as this, calling for his subjects to perform tasks for his entertainment. I shivered at the memory, remembering how he defeated one of my brethren in the rain. Well, Wallace was kind of rude anyway, I’m not upset he’s gone. “We are here today, to welcome a stranger to our land.” I felt several pairs of eyes look at me, and suddenly realised that this meal was not just for our little group in the caves. All around me were the crowds of Ponies that I had run from in the town with Shining Armour. Speaking of which, he was now wearing his golden armour again, standing close by to Celestia. “Thanks to this visitor, a tremendous thing has happened. We have made peace with the Diamond Dogs living under Whitetail woods.” There was an instant muttering among the crowd, obviously thinking that their Princess had gone mad, and that it was untrue. “To prove it, here is their leader, Heavenly.” She lifted up a wing to show the elderly looking Diamond Dog that she had been talking to while underground. A gasp ran through the crowd. I couldn’t tell it was out of shock that a Diamond Dog was in the palace or out of disbelief. The only thing I did know was that they didn’t approve. I could almost sense the uproar coming, but before the storm came, a gentle wind broke through.
“I understand that you do not want me here.” It was Heavenly. “I know you are scared of our kind, but we were equally as terrified as you were when we first met.” Her voice was soft and motherly, clearly trying to help the Ponies feel safe. “We have made peace,” I could sense the crowd beginning to grow rowdy again “but this doesn’t mean every Diamond Dog will be living as your neighbour.” The crowd stopped, realising that this was the truth, and obviously hadn’t been thought of before. “If anything, we will stay in our house’s underground, only coming up for supplies, and to try and better our relationship with you.” She ended her speech as quietly as she had begun it. There was conflict in the crowd. But not conflict against Heavenly, conflict as to whether or not there should be conflict. Eventually, the crowd just died down, deciding it wasn’t worth the effort to shout. I caught a smile passing on Celestia’s lips. “Thank you Heavenly, now I wish to show you the peacemaker between our two tribes.” I felt myself standing up involuntarily. I saw a bright yellow glow around me, and realised that Celestia must be making me known. Another gasp went through the crowd, this one of recognition. Obviously rumour of my being had spread to the castle. Celestia continued her speech “He has shown us that even if you get off on the wrong hoof with someone, or should I say paw, it can be easily forgiven if you feel like you are up to the challenge.” I waved a small wave to the crowd, somewhat voluntarily. I could feel sneers of disgust in a certain direction, so while I was waving I raised only my middle finger in that direction.
It was humorous to see them not knowing what it meant. “And what is best is that he has agreed to help build houses for our fellow Ponies, if not even a few Diamond Dogs.” A hubbub was heard in the crowd. One voice shouted “Where will he be building?” while another shouted “What are the houses like?” and “Where will we get the resources?” Celestia smiled as she said. “The building will be taking place in Appleoosa,” a groan went through the crowd, and a frown darted across Celestia’s face “which you all know was hit by that terrible sandstorm a week ago.” A murmur of acknowledgement was heard. “As for what they look like, I do not know,” with this she turned to me, as if asking me what my building skill was. I didn’t know, I could build mansions if I wanted, although that would take some time, and if this town was hit by a Sand Storm, I didn’t like the sound of that, then it would probably need quick fixing. I would still do my best to build. I looked at Celestia and raised ten fingers, then seven. Celestia looked puzzled, but then to my right I heard Twilight shout, “I think he’s saying on a scale of one to ten, it’s about a seven?” I saw Twilight stick her head from behind her friends, checking to see if she was right. I nodded in confirmation.
“Well, I think that is very good news for the Appleloosians, and as for the materials.” She trailed off, thinking. “Our guest here is an accomplished miner.” That was a lie, sort of, she doesn’t know what I have done, I would just think of myself a little better than standard at best. “We shall be providing some materials, most likely in the form of wood, but I am hoping that whatever materials he may require from the earth, he would be able to get them his self.” I gave a thumbs up, I didn’t mind getting my own materials, it would make the builds feel more like mine anyway. “Wonderful.” She stated, apparently sealing the deal. “We look forward to your builds K.” I nodded in a ‘thank you’ sort of way. “I thank you all for taking the time out of your busy lives to come to this hearing.” She told the audience.
With that the crowd started to be driven out by other guards in gold armour. Why were all the guards white, I was right, they are racist. “Hey Shield,” I heard a guard say, “You coming to the salt block after work?” ‘Shield’ shook his head, “Can’t Spear, got no foalsitter, by the way, you think I need a manecut?” Shield took off his helmet, and suddenly his appearance changed from a stoic white guard to a Pony with oaky brown skin and a darker shade for hair. “Nah you look fine.” With that, Shield and Spear went their separate ways, Shield putting back on his helmet and turning into the white guards Pony again. I suppose Shining Armour’s skin is actually white, as he wasn't wearing anything in the caves. As I was wondering about Ponies skin colour, I noticed the grey Pony, whose name I still haven’t gotten come up to me while balancing her cello on her back.
“Hello again.” She smiled. I smiled back and nodded in agreement. “Are you suddenly unable to talk?” She asked, a sly grin crossing her face. I nodded with a gesture of my hands which meant “Yes actually.” And she got it right. “Wait really?” I nodded again. “Oh, now I feel rude.” She looked slightly downtrodden, or would it be downtrotten here? I patted her on the back, showing it was ok and that I didn't mind. She smiled, and then said “I am grateful you brought me here, the Princess’s seem quite fond of my music.” I smiled and gestured to her cello, asking if she would mind playing. “For you? Not at all.” She reached around for her cello and pulled out a small stick with a string attached to it. As she laid the stick on the cello and began playing, I noticed that the stick changed the tune of the cello. It was an interesting song, must have been one from her home. As was sitting cross legged, simply enjoying the sound, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Celestia smiling at me.
“I am grateful for your friend, she makes the meetings pass by with much more ease.” I grinned and turned back to my musical companion and nodded my head to her tune. As it ended I clapped a small clap and she took a bow. “Thank you, you've been a wonderful audience.” I chuckled mentally at this remark. “My name is Octavia and I hope you have a safe trip home.” Oh, so that’s her name, well, now I know. A slam echoed through the hall as two doors were thrown open. A white Pegasus guard flew at such speed Octavia was nearly thrown off her hooves. I held onto her to prevent her from going sailing like the several others that were flung from their chairs. “Sir Iron Hide what is the matter?” Celestia asked, in a somewhat motherly scalding tone. “I-I’m sorry your majesty, but the Princess is awake.” At this Celestia’s eyes widened and she was gone in a flash. Everyone stood with their mouths open, before Twilight rushed through a hall shouting “WE NEED TO SEE PRINCESS LUNA!” of course everyone followed suit, running after the purple alicorn, well, everyone save myself and Octavia. I turned to her and raised an eyebrow. She apparently understood this as “Should we go to her?” to which she nodded in response. We got off our chairs and headed for the same hall everyone else did, but at a much more leisurely pace, wondering what lies ahead.
“What hit me?” Those were the first words to come out of Princess Luna’s mouth after waking from her apparent coma due to falling from a great height. In Luna’s mind, she must have been rather startled, as there were several Ponies staring at her from a close proximity. Granted these were all people who were concerned about her, but still, quite odd.
“Oh Lulu, thank goodness your awake.” Celestia said as she leaned in and nuzzled her sister. Several of the other ponies aww’ed at this show of affection, I would have too but, I cannot speak, remember. While it is a nice little show of affection, I would like to know what caused her to fall.
“Luna, whatever happened to you?” Celestia, asked holding her sisters cheeks in her hooves, causing a blush to emanate from the darker princess. I could understand her sorrow, as back when I was young my mother would often do the same thing if I got hurt.
“I just remember a bright blue light, and someone yelling ‘Allons-y’.” I could hear a nurse whispering behind me to the doctor, asking if that’s part of the concussion.
“Well, I’m just glad you’re ok now.” Celestia said, nuzzling her sister once more, “and I believe we have someone to thank for that.” She said, nodding her head in my direction.
“You mean to say he saved me?” Luna said with disbelief, which I was slightly offended by. “How? He possesses no magic.” Luna asked, obviously forgetting my teleporting abilities.
I mentally chuckled and teleported to the other side of the room, where there was a small white flower in a pot, and plucked, teleporting back over to Luna to give her said flower. She looked startled, then gently took the flower out of my hand using her magic.
She gave the flower a sniff and bit down on it, which took me by surprise, then I recalled that they are herbivores, so it probably wasn’t that strange. She swallowed and then chuckled at the apparent taste.
“Gladiolus, very rare, and very tasty.” Luna let out a small smile at this remark. Seeing that she was feeling better, the doctors and nurses let out a sigh of relief, and went back to other patients in the room. Soon it was just our group in the caves and Octavia. “We thank you for coming, but we are feeling much better now, thank you all.” The group seemed downtrodden, or trotten, still haven’t decided, at the idea of leaving.
“Well, I suppose we had best leave you to rest,” Celestia began, obviously a tad upset that she wouldn’t be able to stay by her sisters side, “But allow me to introduce you to a rather wonderful cello player, that will hopefully aid in your recovery.” She gestured a hoof over to Octavia, who looked like she gazed into the eyes of one of my more, violent, brethren.
“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind playing for you, would she?” Celestia gazed at Octavia, who shook back to reality and nodded, preparing her stick with the string on it. I wonder what it’s called. She pondered for a moment, obviously trying to think of what song to play. She let out a smile, obviously reaching a conclusion, and began to play.
“Well, now that she is occupied, let us leave her.” Celestia whispered, and quietly left Luna to her music. The others trotted out quietly, but I stayed behind momentarily to wave a hand in goodbye to Octavia.
“I am very glad she’s ok.” Celestia said, sighing in relief once we were out of the room. I can sympathise with her. If I had found out something similar happened to Bronagh I would have stayed by her side until she was better. Of course, being a Princess of this land meant she had duties to attend to. It is a good thing her medical staff are so well trained, that she has such faith in them.
“Umm, Princess?” I heard Sweetie begin, it felt odd not having her on my shoulder if I’m honest, it was a nice source of warmth and fluffiness. “When will K have to go to Appleloosa to build houses?”
Celestia pondered for a minute. “Well, as much as I would like to say right away, I’m afraid that can’t be the case, as you must all be very tired from your adventure in the caves.” As if on cue, each of the ponies yawned. I probably would have too, but my mouth was sort of closed at the moment.
“So we should probably leave tomorrow morning.” Celestia said. I then recalled the feast that Midnight Clover had invited me to. I tapped Celestia on the back of her neck, getting her attention. I had no idea how to tell her I had a feast planned, so I pointed at Dash then put two pointed fingers down from my mouth.
“Bat pony?” She asked, I nodded, and then mimicked the action of opening a scroll, similar to the one that she did. “A scroll?” I nodded once more and then proceeded to send my hands near my face, trying to show myself stuffing it. “Um, food?” I nodded once more, and waited for her to put the pieces together.
“Oh I get it.” I heard a voice from behind me and turned to see Pinkie Pie snorting. “He’s saying that because he saved Luna from imminent death he has been invited to a feast of his honour by the Bat Ponies that serve under her.” Pinkie Pie smiled widely, and I just sort of, pointed at her.
“You are insanely good at charades you know that.” Rainbow Dash told Pinkie, which just made her smile even more. “When is this feast?” Dash asked, licking her lips slightly. I angrily pointed a finger at her. “You’re not invited.” Pinkie Pie said, joining my stance and pointing a hoof at her. “And the feast is tomorrow night.” I slapped my hand against my face. However, Pinkie did the same, and ended up leaving a bright red mark on her face.
I would have laughed were it not for the fact my mouth was closed. “Oh dear, Pinkie Pie, are you ok?” The soft voice of Fluttershy wafted through the air as she came closer to her and inspected the red mark. After looking it over a bit she felt that it was fine, and that the bruise would go away soon. Before leaving her to her own healing abilities she gave where the bruise was a little kiss, making it seem as though it would heal faster.
“Aww Fluttershy, you didn’t have to do that.” Pinkie Pie said, hiding her blush in her tail. I chuckled at Pinkie’s embarrassment. Before hearing a sound that sent shivers through my spine. “You’re hurt too mister.” I froze and turned to my left, where Fluttershy was hovering gently with her wings. She gave me a small peck on my forehead, and caused my black skin to go red. For whatever reason, I fell down, stiff and straight as a fence post.
“Uh, I think you broke him.” I heard the drawl of Applejack say. I also heard an “oh, my” that I can easily assume to belong to Fluttershy. I heard Pinkie Pie and Twilight chuckling, whereas Rainbow Dash had erupted into full blown laughter.“Hmm, you’d think he’d be a little bit more comfortable with female contact.” I reached up and grabbed her muzzle, stopping her from laughing and mocking me. I glared at her and she shuddered, gulping down any further sly comments.
I got to my feet and walked out of the room, shortly followed by Celestia and Sweetie Belle. I found myself back in the hall in which we had our little feast. I pulled up a chair and sat down. I held my head in my hands and tried to calm down. I felt a small nuzzle on my leg, and saw Sweetie Belle holding her hoof against it. I smiled and picked her up, holding her against my shoulder. “May I ask what is the matter K?” I made a few gestures than pointed to my throat.
“You cannot explain it properly without talking?” I nodded; glad that she could finally catch on to my actions. “Well, what if I sped up the healing process?” I raised an eyebrow at her, curious as to what she meant.
Suddenly, her horn glowed a bright gold, as did my throat. My throat felt as though I had just swallowed a potion of healing. I coughed a few times and felt my mouth open. I could finally speak again, but, did I really want the first words out of my mouth to be something so upsetting. “Firstly, thank you for that.” I said, rubbing my throat. Celestia nodded in appreciation. “Secondly, my full name, is Korkora.” Huh, been a while since I had to say that. “It means purple in my language.” Celestia and Sweetie Belle nodded in understanding.
“As for why I grabbed Rainbow,” I began, I didn’t really want to say this but, I figured its best I do so now. “Because I myself have a Princess I care about.” I sniffled a bit at this, and chuckled at Celestia’s reaction. “Oh don’t flatter yourself.” I joked, “she’s not from this world.” Celestia looked relieved at this. “Celestia, I’m sure you have had relationships during your life at some point.” Celestia gulped slightly and nodded. “I understand it may be an uncomfortable question, seeing as you are immortal, as you have said before.” I figured I had best get it over with. “Do you miss any of them?”
Celestia nodded, replying with “Yes, everyone whom I have ever had a relationship with had been an immediate source of comfort in difficult times, and I wish I could have them all back, especially Starswirl.” While I do not know who that is, I can sympathise. I placed a hand on her shoulder and looked her in the eye. “Then you understand why I got angry, when my princess could be in danger for all I know, and here I am, in another world.” I could feel my voice start to waver as I told her this, and I felt Sweetie Belle tighten her hooves around me.
“But, I have already made a promise to you.” I said standing up and wiping my eyes. “And I know that my princess can handle herself.” Celestia stood to her full height and nodded. I felt that I needed some time alone for a bit, but of course I couldn’t get that here. “About Appleloosa…” “Of course.” Celestia said, using magic to wipe away and trace of a tear, “When would you like to leave?”
“Now.”
A long shrill noise sounded from somewhere. “Ah, it would appear the train is coming.” Celestia had been kind enough to accompany me through the city to the, train station. I had no idea what a train was, but it was more than likely similar to a mine cart if the tracks proved anything.
“I am sorry no one else could come, but, I believe you should be fine.” Celestia told me, with a hint of worry in her voice. “I had to practically force Twilight into that carriage.” She chuckled, giving me a good one too. “In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if she teleports here at the last sec-” Before Celestia could finish her sentence a bright light emanated from right in front of her.
“Twilight.” Celestia said, slightly annoyed, “I told you, you have to look after the Castle.” Twilight smiled sheepishly and then gave her reason for being here. “I know you said I have to take care of , and that I can’t come along with K.” “Korkora.” I interrupted. “But you didn’t say anything about Spike not coming.” My mind flashed back to the night I first ran into these Ponies, and ended up being set on fire by that damned dog. “You keep that fire breathing dog away from me.” I cried, hiding behind Celestia. I heard an indignant huff, and someone began talking from behind Twilight. “I’m not a dog dude.” I peeked round Celestia to find the source of the voice. Well I tried to, but I couldn’t see it. “Down here.” I looked down to see a, a, I have no idea what it was. “I’m not a dog, I’m a dragon.”
“Ok hold up just a minute here.” I stepped out from behind Celestia to confront ‘Spike’. “I have never, ever, seen a dragon as small as you before.” This dragon barely reached where Twilights leg met her body. “Well duh, I’m a baby dragon.” Spike replied. I held up a finger to rebuttle, but stopped.
“Ok, fair enough that makes sense.” I said, bringing my hand to my chin in thought. Spike nodded appreciatively. Twilight nudged him and gave him a small frown. Spiked sighed and cleared his throat. “Also I’m sorry for accidentally setting you on fire.” I chuckled a bit at this. “It’s ok man, if someone randomly teleported in front of me in the dark I’d probably hit them or something.” I smiled down at Spike, who showed a mouth full of sharp teeth in return.
“So you’re going to be accompanying me then?” I asked him. “Well yeah, Twilight says she doesn’t want to miss a single thing, but seeing as she has to she’s sending me.” Spike smiled smugly, showing his pride in the fact Twilight trusts him. “Yeah, Spike will be taking note of everything and sending it back to me while I mind the castle.” Twilight said, with a slight hint of sarcasm, to help remind Spike what he was actually going with me for. Then I was confused for a moment. “Why don’t you come and he stay behind and watch your castle?” Twilight sighed as she began to explain.
“Well, that was the plan, but last time that happened Spike almost ate half the castle.” My eyes went wide and I stared down at Spike. “Hey it looked really tasty.” I then stared at Twilight and asked “What the Nether is your castle made out of, meat!?” Twilight looked horrified at the very idea of meat. “Sweet Celestia no!” I heard a small chuckle from aforementioned goddess. “My castle is made out of crystals.” It was my turn to look horrified. “You mean you built an entire castle out of diamonds!” I practically shouted at her.
Her face went stark white. “W-well, not exactly.” I slapped my face with my hand and sighed. “I suppose it’s something more common in this world like Ruby’s or Sapphires or something.” She said no once more. “Then what?” How many more gems are there. “Well, it, sort of, grew out of the ground.” My face went blank. I started making very strange gestures with my hand to make up for my inability to speak. “Oh dear,” I heard the motherly voice of Celestia appear. “Have you lost your voice again?” I shook my head at her and said “Nope, just can’t think of something to say without being insulting.”
Twilight looked rather offended whereas Spike let out a small chuckle. Twilight was about to retort but a shrill whistle cut her off. I was very confused to what that meant, but after a rather slender looking brown Pony in a blue uniform and hat. He was looking around for passengers, and once his eyes laid on me he froze.
He swiftly turned around, and walked straight into a pillar. Our small group flinched at the pain he must be in. I was tempted to walk over and help him up, but Celestia stopped me. “I think it’d be best for you to get on your train.” A small piece of paper with writing on it floated over to me, covered in a golden glow. I took it and examined it. It was in writing that I couldn’t understand, all the symbols were very different to what I was used to.
“Thank you, but what is it for?” I asked. Celestia blinked. “Well, it’s to show you have permission to use the train.” It was my turn to blink. “You mean that you need permission for this?” I said pointing to the large train behind me. Celestia nodded and began to explain, but was cut off by the Pony in the uniform yelling “ALL ABOARD!”
I shook my hands and said “You know what, he can explain it to me.” I said, pointing down at Spike. Spike wasn’t able for a rebuttal as I picked him and stepped on the train. “Wait don’t you need one?” I said as I set him down. “Nah, Twilight got me one already.” He pulled another ticket from out of nowhere, and I nodded. I waved to Twilight and Celestia, who were standing away from the train, and began waving back as soon after I did.
A sudden jolt shook the train and I almost fell out of it. Spike grabbed onto my leg and pulled me back into the train. “What in the Nether was that?” Spike chuckled a small bit and said “The train dude.” When I looked up I could no longer see Twilight or Celestia, but instead saw the landscape slowly going by.
“Huh, we’re moving.” I looked outside the train and down and saw ground going by slowly. Spike chuckled and said “Well come on, let’s get inside the actual train.” I looked down at him. “You mean this isn’t the actual train?” He laughed and said “No dude it’s in here.” He pushed open a door and went into a small room.
I instantly bumped my head once I got inside, which caused all other occupants to turn around at the noise. The majority of them screamed. Whereas others simply stared in silence. I sighed and said “What, never seen an Enderman before, racist.” With that I sat down on what I assumed to be a seat.
Spike fell over laughing at me for whatever reason. “W-what?” I stuttered, “What did I do wrong?” Spike managed to breathe and say “That’s a luggage rack dude.” He then continued laughing, and much to my surprise, I heard other occupants of the train laughing. I joined in and said “See, once you realise how stupid I am I don’t seem that scary.” This made almost everyone in the room laugh. Once it died down I asked Spike where the actual seats were. “They’re these things dude.” He pointed to something that looked like a set of stairs back in Craftia. To be fair, several people in Craftia used stairs as pseudo seats or chairs. I sat down on the seat, and found it to be very uncomfortable, due to my height.
“Well this doesn’t look ridiculous at all.” I said aloud. I looked to the seat opposite from me and saw that no one was sitting there. “One minute.” I got up and sat near the window on the other side. I put my legs up slightly so my feet ended up between the two sets of seats. “This isn’t considered rude is it?” I asked to Spike. “No.” He said after some hesitation. “I mean, if every other seat becomes full, and you’re still like that, it’d be rude.” “Because someone else wouldn’t be able to sit here right?” He nodded in response. “Oh yeah then, that’s just basic manners isn’t it.” I said with a smirk. Spike smirked back and said “Yeah, Twilight basically had to drill manners into me.” I chuckled and then asked “So, is she like your mother, or what?” Spike shook his head and said “No way man, she’s sort of like a big sister to me, well, technically she did hatch my egg.” I nodded in response. “But, I’d consider her mother to be mine, seeing as she looked after the both of us.” I laughed a little at the idea of a Pony taking care of a dragon.
“You know, you’re really different to the dragons where I come from.” I said non-chalantly looking at Spike. Spike was rather small, he probably came up to just beneath my knee. He looked about the same height as Sweetie Belle. He was green and purple, a rather odd colour combination, but he pulled it off well.
“Whoa, you have dragons where you come from?” I looked at him with a small smile. “Oh yeah, totally.” I chuckled thinking of the dragon that guarded my ‘home’ home world. “Where I’m from, we have a giant dragon we call, ‘The Ender Dragon’.” I gave the name a slightly creepy sound effect, which gave Spike a definite interest in it. “Where does it live?” He asked immediately. I chuckled at his eagerness at learning. “It lives on a floating platform in the middle of an abyss, known as, ‘The End’.” Spikes eyes went wide, then snapped back to normal for a moment. “Wait, are you from the End?” He asked. The question caught me off guard. “Um, sort of, how’d you guess that?” Spike smiled and said “Cause I’m the greatest detective ever.”
I laughed at him, and he gave his real answer. “Well, you said you were an ‘Ender’ man so I figured you may come from the same place as the ‘Ender’ dragon.” I nodded, scratching my chin. “You’re pretty spot on there.” Spike smiled, showing his sharp teeth. “Well, the Ender Dragon is sort of our protector.’ I began, remembering when I first saw the Ender Dragon.
“You see, when we are born, we are very weak, and nearly blind, so it is very dangerous for us to go nearly anywhere. The Ender Dragon, along with our parents helps protect us and keep us safe until we are able to look after ourselves.” Spike looked confused for a moment. “You mean your parents can’t look after you?” I laughed a bit and told him “No it’s not that. Parents are completely capable of looking after their children, but they have to go out and forage for food and stuff.”
Spike nodded taking this in. “And the reason why it’s hard to look after us, is because my species is granted the ability to teleport at a very young age, which, if you can imagine a teleporting baby anything, it would be quite difficult to keep an eye on.” This made Spike chuckle a bit. “and we have a habit of teleporting off the island.”
Spike looked horrified at the idea of this. “So you mean you can fall into an abyss when you’re just a kid?” I nodded. “Yeah, I must have almost fell off a dozen times, but the Ender Dragon saved me each time.” Spike looked amazed. “How’d it know that you fell off?” He asked, now this was going to be hard to explain.
“Well, the Ender Dragon, is sort of connected, to both all Endermen and the Island of the End.” I remember the headache I got when this was being explained to me. “Um, it’s sort of hard to explain without a picture, do you have anything I could write on?” Spike looked on his person, but found nothing. I was about to say it’s alright, when I heard a voice from beside me say, “I’ve got some paper and ink.”
I looked to my right to find a green Pony with yellow hair looking at me. It was a Unicorn, and it was holding some paper and a strange bottle in its magic. “Oh, I’m sorry, was I being too loud?” The Pony smiled and said “Oh no not at all, it’s an amazing story really.” It sounded female. “Well thank you very much,” I stopped at much and raised my eyebrows to the Pony, hoping it would give her name.
“Oh, I’m Quick Quill, nice to meet you.” She stuck out a hoof and I grasped it with my hand. “Hello Quick Quill, I’m Korkora.” I smiled and held out my hand, allowing the ink and paper to fall into my hand. “Sorry I haven’t actually got a quill, I’m on my way to Appleloosa to get a rather special one.” I smiled and said, “Well then, I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
I looked down at the small bottle. “Um, how do I work this?” I said, putting one hand behind my head. “Oh, you uncork this,” I small pop, sounded, and there was a brown, thing, floating in front of me. “It stops the ink from coming out.” I nodded, deciding to call it a stopper, due to its function. “And then, you would put your quill in there.” I looked at the bottle, and place a finger in it.
It felt wet, and yet, my hand wasn’t burning, which confirmed it was ink. I took my finger out and placed it on the paper. I drew two lines, and then a curved one underneath. I looked at my smiley face and copied it. “Well it works.” I said grinning at Quick Quill. She laughed upon seeing the picture. “Ok, now to draw my home.” Spike decided to sit on the seat behind me, so that he could see better.
“I never said I was a good drawer.” I joked. This gave both Spike and Quick Quill a good chuckle. “Anyway, so, that’s the Ender Dragon,” I pointed to the crude but obvious drawing. “And these,” I pointed to the vertical columns, “Are the towers that hold the life force of the Ender Dragon.” My small audience eyes went wide.
“How does it hold its life force?” Quick Quill asked, which surprised me slightly. “Well,” I tried to recall how it was explained to me as a child. “it’s sort of like, once every hundred years or so, the dragon will cough up a sort of, priceless crystal, that’s the thing on top of the tower, that has healing properties.” It was something along those lines anyway, I knew there were certain circumstances behind it, but I couldn’t remember them at the time.
“The crystal is placed upon the towers by either the Ender Dragon himself or one of my brothers.” I remember seeing one of the great warriors of my tribe being selected to place the crystal. “It is a great burden surprisingly, as the crystal is very delicate, and can be easily destroyed if handled incorrectly.” “Anyway,” I began, trying to get back on topic “because Endermen are all connected to the Ender Dragon, these crystals act as a sort of, sensor. For the Ender Dragon, it sends a pulse through the island, and it can sense all of the Endermen on the island.” Spike had a curious look in his eye.
“So, that means, if it can’t sense one of them,” He started “Then the Ender Dragon knows that they must have teleported off.” Quick Quill then piped up “But, how can it spot you so easily? Black on black in an abyss would be quite hard to see.” I nodded, taking her question in and trying to think of an answer.
“Well, that’s because it’s not black on black, when we are born, we are actually quite pale, almost ghostly even.” Quick Quills mouth made a small ‘o’ shape in realisation. “So, it’s quite easy for the Ender Dragon to spot Enderlings that have fallen off. Oh, that’s what young us are called by the way.” I joked a bit there.
“And what if you fall off how you are now?” She asked. I wasn’t sure actually. “Well, most matured Enderman have full control over their teleporting abilities, and wouldn’t accidentally teleport off.” I tried to think of what would happen if it did happen. “Hm, do you know how bats hunt?” I asked, trying to think of a common animal between our worlds. Quick Quill nodded. “With sound right?”
“Echolocation, I think.” Spike piped in, to which I commended him. “Well, it’s sort of like that, the Ender Dragon roars, and it’s like the crystals. It acts as a sort of sensor, and searches for the life force of the Enderman that fell off.” Yeah, that’s plausible, and true.
“That is so cool.” Spike said, and I think that Quick Quill nodded in agreement. “Um, does the Ender Dragon breathe fire or anything?” he asked. I tried to think. “Not that I know of, he wouldn’t really have a reason to, nothing dangerous has ever come to the End, or at least not while I was there.” “You mean you left?” Quick Quill jutted in. “Um, yeah, I went to a place called Craftia, and it is a much nicer and more beautiful place then the End, although more dangerous as well.” Quick Quill and Spike ‘ooo’d’ at the idea of danger. “How’s it more dangerous?” Spike asked, clearly eager to know about Craftia, with Quick Quill nodding rapidly after he asked the question.
“Well, in The End, it’s just us, just Endermen. But in Craftia, there are several more species of being that live there, like Creepers, Skeletons, Silverfish, Zombies-” “ZOMBIES!” I heard a voice shout. I looked down to see a small Pony looking up at me with eyes full of wonder. “Oh, sorry, didn’t realise we had an audience.” I joked. A slightly larger Pony walked up beside the first one and said “Sorry about my brother, he wanted to talk to ‘The really cool tall guy’. The brother put one hoof behind the other and said “You just look really cool.” I laughed and said “If you wanted to listen in on my story you only need ask.” The small Pony smiled and jumped up onto the seat behind me. “You can listen too if you want.” I nodded to the larger Pony. The Pony’s face broke into a grin as they joined their brother.
“I’m Short Cake, and this is Sugar Rush.” The older of the Ponies said. “Yeah, my sister really likes eating short cake.” Sugar Rush said jokingly “Shush Sugar.” His sister said, hitting his head gently. “Anyway Mister, can we hear more about the zombies.” Sugar Rush asked, looking up at me. “Oh sure, um, well I’m not sure if they’re the same as what you would call Zombies, we just call them it because that’s what they want to be called.” “You can talk to them?” Short Cake asked amazingly. “Well, yeah, kind of. I mean, every second word is either ‘Graoh’ or ‘Brains’ but they kind sort of speak properly.” “Cool.” Sugar Rush said squeakily. “So if they’re not actually zombies, what are they?” Spike asked.
“Well, I’m not sure, they’re like us I guess, they just evolved to look like zombies, and act like them.” Sugar Rush gasped “Does that mean if you get bit you turn into one?” I laughed at this and said . “No no, they don’t have any interest in us.” “Because you have no brains?” Spike joked. I made a playful glare at him and said “No, because we’re too tall. The zombies where I’m from would be about, if you stood on your back legs.” I pointed to Quick Quill. She got off her seat and stood up experimentally. “Yeah, they’d be around that height.” I heard everyone gulp. “But don’t worry, they probably won’t eat you.” A sigh of relief swept through the little group.
“Wait why not?” A confused Spike asked. “Well, don’t take this offensively, but they’d probably see you as animals.” The Ponies wore blank looks. “We are animals.” Quick Quill said. “Well, livestock then? Or, non-sentient animals?” Now the Ponies looked offended. “Why would they think we’re just animals?” “Well, because there’s none of your kind where I come from, and if you were to just appear out of nowhere one day, you’d look very much like the cows there, and would be treated as such.” The Ponies looked satisfied with my answer. “Ok, and what are the Skeletons?” Spike raised an eyebrow.
“Um, what you think probably.” I chuckled. “They’re skeletons that are held together and have come alive through some kind of magic.” The Ponies looked horrified. “You mean, there are things in your world that do necroman- necromanky.” Short Cake stuttered. “You mean necromancy?” Quick Quill asked. “Um, yeah that.” I was confused.
“What is necromancy?” I asked. Quick Quill cleared her throat. “Well, it’s using magic to bring a dead person back to life, but it’s very taboo, because you’d be bringing someone back from the dead, and when people die, they’re supposed to stay dead. I know that sounds kind of bad, but it’s sort of the natural law isn’t it?” I figured it’d be better not to tell her about the Craftians. “Yes I understand. But, no that’s not how these skeletons work. They’re actually zombies that have been burnt to death, and their skeletons rise up and continue doing what they were as zombies.”
“They go out looking for brains?” Sugar Rush asked. “Well no, you see, they get very angry when they, um, ‘die’, and so they want revenge on who killed them.” I put air quotes when I said ‘die’ because, I don’t know if it qualified as death. “You mean, they just go out and, hurt people, because they’re angry, they don’t even eat them?” Short Cake asked.
“Well no, they don’t have stomachs.” I said, slightly jokingly. “And yes, it’s because they’re angry. Let that be a small lesson to you ok?” I looked at the two young Ponies. “Never ever hurt someone, just because you’re angry, ok?” They both nodded in agreement with me. “Good.” I laughed, then ruffled their hair, causing them both to giggle. I heard a whistle up ahead and turned to see where it was coming from. “Oh, that means we’re almost here.” Spike said. The two young Ponies looked at each other and nodded. “We need to go back to our parents.” Short Cake said, and got of her seat to walk down to the end of the room. “Thank you for the story Mister Korkorkorka.” Sugar Rush smiled, then followed his sister.
“It was very nice meeting you Korkora.” Quick Quill said, sticking out her hoof for me to shake it. “And you too, Quick Quill.” She smiled and said “Oh just call me Quill, everyone does.” I laughed and said “Well in that case nice meeting you, Quill.” She nodded and I released her hoof. “Oh, would you want this back?” I said, handing her the paper with my crude drawing on it.
She smiled and said “Why yes thank you, it’ll make a nice memory of our meeting.” She then gently placed it into her bag that she held at her side. She then headed up the room a little to stand near a door, that would presumably let her out of the train. “So Spike, you think you know enough about where I come from now?” Spike laughed and said “Yeah, I do, but I don’t think Twilight does.” He showed me several blank pieces of paper. I let out a low whistle. “She expects you to fill all of that?” Spike laughed and said “Yeah, and she’ll probably send more when I’m done.”
Spike hopped down off his seat and said “But, that’s enough of that, let’s go help out some Ponies.” Spike threw his fist in the air, and I joined in. “Alright, let’s see what this Appleloosa is all about.” With that, myself and Spike exited the train, and stepped into the town of Appleloosa.
