Magicae Opera 2

My name is Anonymous, and I have been brought to your world by unknown means.

>"Wow...what are you? A monkey?"

No, I am a human.

>"What's a 'human', Anon?"

A human is...well...I could show you easier than I could tell you.

I am a human male. There are females that are shaped similarly, but different from us as men.

Men lead, and decide.

>Trixie and Twilight looked at each other and burst out laughing

>"A stallion? Lead? Oh that's rich!"

>They're positively rolling with laughter

What is so odd or unusual about that?

>"This is..."

>"More than unusual here in Equestria."

>So you have come to a place named Equestria

Alright, you just answered one of many questions. My next question: Who runs this county?

>"My! There's a word I haven't heard in quite some time, not even in my books!"

>"That'll be the Princesses!"

>She looks gleeful at this proclaimation

>She stops with realization

>"Trixie, you're not my friend! Why'd you lie?"

>"Because, you're going to be when I tell you...he made me his fledgling!"

>"YOU WHAT?!?"

I did. The poor dear seemed in need of some assitance, she is confused, does not utilize her full potential.

>Twilight snorts

>"Whatever! That's a lie and you know it, Trixie. And a monkey that performs magic? Please-"

Would you like me to show off some of my talents?

>"Yeah right, a monkey performing magic-"

>No sooner had she said this than the words were shot forth from your throat

Videte nunc nec!

>She yelps

>"I can't see! What'd you do!"

>Her eyes were still there

>Well, what do you know

>You chuckle to yourself

Me videre now!

>She howls again

>"I can see! Was that..."

>"Yes, Twilight, it is magic. And I can't say that I'm terribly pleased this creature is able to use it."

>A horse of similar stature to yourself had appeared

>But this one had wings and a horn

>Must be some sort of advanced race

>They might work off of a caste system

Good morn, madame. My name is Anonymous. And I am not here to cause discord amongst your kind, I am here for reasons even I myself do not know.

>"I'm more concerned about you being discord."

>She says this as though it were a being of some sort

>Imagine that

>A being

>Named Discord

>How can that be possible?

How is this possible?

>"Well, we've had an adversary here many years by the name of Discord, and he likes his namesake quite well."

>"He's the reason all three races grew apart into tribals so many years ago.." Twilight added, with some sadness in her inflection

>"Yes. That's quite right. Now, why are you here?"

Well, you see, originally, I was to defeat a dragon that had roosted in the plains, but in my point of origin, those are creatures of pure fiction. Imagine my surprise when I see one...

>Everyone looks around with a grimace on their faces

>The tall one looks on at you

>You realize you are speaking to royalty when you notice the jewels

>"Go on..."

Well, shortly following that, a portal opened, and I awoke in some woods, and ran into...Trixie I believe her name is?

>"I see. Well, I will be requesting politely you come back to Canterlot with me-"

I think your highness means Camelot.

>"No, Canterlot. Camelot's a silly name, everyone knows Camels live in Saddle Arabia."

>Your mind is skewed right now

>You feel as though someone let the king's jester loose

>And told him he may create a world of his choosing

>You shake your head out of these useless thought

Alright, where do I go to this 'Canterlot'?

>"You can take the train. If you tell them it's for royal business, they won't hassle you with a ticket.

>Since I know you don't have a bit to your name."

>Bit

What is a bit?

>Everyone of them looks at you with mouth agape

>"Bits are our currency! Golden bits are the most valuable, while silver ones are really meaningless."

>You shake your head

>This was quite a bit to take in at once

Princess, once I have reached Canterlot, will I have-

>Before you can finish, a yellow Pegasus with a pink mane and tail walks in

>And the most adorable teal eyes

>"Twilight, c-can-*yelp*!"

>She disappears behind her mane

>You stand up slowly, stretching arms toward her

There there, little one. Nobody is going to hurt you.

>She looks up at you

>You run a hand through her mane

>She positively quakes to the touch

>Your heart goes out to such a shy creature

>She seems so terribly innocent

>"It's okay, Fluttershy, he's really friendly, just gotta get past all that...hair."

>They, of course, must be referring to your magnificent beard

>One that might make a dwarf jealous

>Had dwarves existed in your realm

>You doff your hat, and set out for this..train

>What is a train, come to think of it?

>You know what training is

>But train as a noun

>This was a new concept to you as well

>Doors on trees

>Trains that are nouns

>Talking horses

>You are just on a roll today for things that would not exist back home

>Wherever home might be now

>You realize

>Finding a home here may be difficult

>Because they all seem to see you as some sort of animal

>Oh, the irony

>Your tale will be simply too much for the king's heart to handle

>Another thought occurs to you

>How will you get back?

>And did the dragon return with you?

>Or is it still back on earth, and di you fail in your duties to your lord

>No, you performed them to your utmost

>You have no way of being able to recieve punishment as it stands regardless

>You see an iron machine pull into the station, with several coaches behind it

>This must be the train of which her highness spoke of

>You climb aboard, explain to the ticketmaster you are on royal business

>He looks at you funny

>He shrugs and trots down the aisle

>This truly is a wonderous place.

>You arrive at Canterlot

>The entire city appears to be built into a cliffside

>You step out tenatively on the platform below

>You have seen some cliffside cities, but this was unheard of

>You walk uptown to the castle

>The castle itself was quite the work of art

>You marvel at its almost fairy-tale like construction

>It is very well done, and yet tasteful

>You walk into the throne room, and drop to the customary knee

>The Princess looks around confused

>"Uhh...Anon? What are you doing?"

>"He performs the traditional position of Royal Courtesy."

>This voice

>She sounds much like someone you remember from the court

>Always obsessed with the moon

>"Yes, Luna, but why is he doing that?"

>That would explain why, she is like that because her name /is/ Moon

>"Sister, we know this because it has not been done here for well over a thousand years."

>You are getting impatient, your knee upon the cobble floor

Begging your pardon, ladies, but how might I be of service to you?

>"Anon, in your time on this...as you call it, Earth, what was your position?"

>You think briefly

>How to describe this?

Well, you see ladies, my tale is long, sad, but it goes something like this....

 

>You are Anonymous

>Back in your own time, in your own place

>You weave this as a story for the royal sisters

>How you arrived

>That fateful day, the King had requested your presence

>This is where it all started to go wrong

>Typically, this meant that bad things were about to occur

>This time he told you he had a new position open within his inner circle

>You graciously accept

>You are now the king's magician

>Being as you lived during a time of much to do with the arcane, it was quite fashionable to have a court magician or magi

>But none of you ever could perform magic

>You all made it appear that you could do this magic

>You had magi beneath you struggling to learn the art

>There was much that needed doing

>Most of your jobs were not so terrible

>You were the one he typically called upon for advice

>One day, however, you were called upon for something more grave

>And your services were needed

>The magical sort

>"We face grave peril from this beast. Can you accomplish this herculean task?"

Milord, I will do my dying best to defend your honor and land. I will go and see what can be done.

>"Excellent! You have my undying gratitude in wait!"

>You walk outside the walls of the city and toward a forest

>You smell brimstone

>This is not good

>You run up with your staff, and as you are about to crown the sleeping beast

>You swallow your fears, and jumped at the beast

>Something is not right

>You feel like you are being squeezed into a rope

>You blank out

>And awaken in a quite different place than when you had fallen asleep

 

So dear sisters, that is the tale which brings me to here.

>"Wow...we had no idea that humans were so...similar to us!"

>"We had notions of it too, sister."

I am just one man. I do not know what I could have done, but I would have done it.

>"Well, you'll be pleased to know we've procured quarters for you in Ponyville."

Oh good. When can I go...settle in?

>"As soon as we release you from your interview."

Oh jolly good. Are there any more questions?

>"Yes, just one...would you be comfortable teaching Twilight Sparkle some of your magic too?"

Certainly! I just hope that, in return, she will have something equally important to teach me?

>"Bartering? I like it, so much more intriguing than just an exchange of bits."

>You nod your head graciously

>You bow, turn and walk out of the throne room

>You have just spoken with a princess

>Of horses

>How does this begin to make sense?

>You take the train back to this 'Ponyville', which is evidently where you boarded to Canterlot

>They have some strange names around here

>You set your things up in your home, what little you were carrying when you left on a dresser, and collapse in the bed

>Well, at least something worked out right

>The bed is still scaled to your size

>You find some leftover parchment and quills, and an inkwell

>You decide to write out what you were willing to teach Twilight Sparkle

>And explain your agreement

>By Jove, you are writing a contract for the poor thing

>You tear it up, best not to be so litigatious

>You instead write a list of spells you would teach her

>You are going to enjoy this

>Suddenly, there comes a knock at the door

>It is the shy mare pegasus from earlier

>"Uhm...hello Anon....uhm, I'd like it v-very much if we could *mumble mumble*..."

Sorry, I am afraid I am a bit hard of hearing, could you please repeat that?

>You were being gentle on her, you didn't hear her, and you weren't hard of hearing

>But you were trying to be polite

>After all, you were the visitor

>And they were your gracious hosts

>The faintest scent of musty hay fills the air

>It has been a while since you have smelled that anywhere

>Last time you did, it was when you worked at the stables

>But that was so long ago and you do not recall much of it

>"I-I said, c-can you take me for a n-nice, long r-rut Anon?"

>Oh dear

>It appears this one will not take no for an answer

Fluttershy, is it?

>She nods furiously, with a grin that could swallow the sun

Fluttershy, I do not think you understand. Where I am from, horses were made to be ridden, do not have the ability to speak, and moreover, nobody will engage in the act of coitus with an equine.

>"Oh...m-maybe if I finde y-your fetish?"

>What was she getting at?

>And what was a fetish?

>You vaguely remember reading about it somewhere

>Might have been one of those old libertine books

>Books you were condemned to burn

I do not think there will be any need for that, my dear. Now, if you will allow me to pass, good day.

>You walk past her as though she were an open gate

>Setting off for the library

>This still got you every time, a library in a tree

>You knock on the door

>Twilight opens up

>"Oh, Anon! You're here! Ready to begin our lesson?"

I think I am quite ready to begin the lesson, Twilight.

>You walk in and sit down, after taking off your overcloak

But first, might I ask for a spot of tea?

 

END PART 2