Title:           The Event - Part 4
Author:          LondonCalling
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First Edit:      Saturday 14th of April 2012 06:51:14 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 14th of April 2012 06:51:14 PM CDT

It was strange in those early days, thinking back; how much fear Anon gave you, and how that fear almost poisoned you, as badly as you feared Anon poisoning your perfect world. You remember at the end of the first full day believing that the effort you would have to put into annihilating this threat and then hiding the evidence of your crime was worth it. Surely you rationalized, it was a threat on all levels of its existence, its violent alien thoughts,technology, bacteria, gracious even it's accursed atoms defied your order. How could anyone dare, even your sister, question the wisdom of stamping out this walking, talking, person of mass destruction. And yet when you entered the guestroom and you saw him devouring a dinner (delivered discreetly by a derp-waiter) the smile he gave you was one that spoke volumes, knowing how hard life was to him his contentment stayed your horn. You couldn't do it.Even if originally it was a lie, you couldn't kill a friend. That evening on second night you and Anon sat close on the sofa beneath the alabaster pillars and discussed what was to be done next.
"Oh don't stop there, the suspense is killing me. Or it would if I could, you know, die." Interrupted the voice of Discord. With a frown you look up from your sitting position under
the draconequui's stone prison and sigh. Sometimes you wondered why you even bothered. You have taken too after your nightly talks with Anon coming down into the moonless part of the garden to speak with your enemy. At first it had been purely tactical, as the personification of chaos he knew things about human nature that
even Anon did not. Yet soon even that just became an excuse. It was good to have someone to share your secret with. "Oh no need for that, I promise I won't interrupt any more... If I can have just one more glass, pleeeease?" Realizing that his whining was worse than his interrupting you gladly throw a glass of chocolate milk onto his head. "I don't know why you insist upon these showers," you ask out loud. "I know you can't feel them." "True but the mere thought that you, Celestia is washing me in chocolate is just too funny!" The sentence ends in a torrent of laughter. Taking charge of the situation you stand up to walk away. "No, wait, don't go it was just a little joke! Ha ha. Now come on, tell me, how have you kept him locked away from the others so long?"
"Elementary my dear Discord, I told him with the deepest regret he must stay in the guestroom of 30 days under quarantine." You can't help but say this with a small nod to your own good thinking. "...And how did he react?" said Discord breathlessly.
"you're my friend and I trust you, I would never want to hurt anyp0ny, 30 days inside is a small price to pay." You quote. "How sickeningly noble, and there I was hoping for a
good plague. Remember my feather-futa epidemic? Now that was a riot...." You ignore the old monsters reminiscing and think instead how the human not only
was noble, and took the news well, he almost thrived on it. Suddenly he was animated, dashing from the bed to the sofa to the desk, rapidly counting on his; what did he call them?
Oh fingers. The books and materials he would need. "I tell you Celestia, this is perfect! I can spend the time reading about the history and places of this world,
learn all the social norms and fashions. Really work hard at integrating. Even think about a future career!" From this train of thought he gave you a list of all the things he thought he would need but you noticed one thing that was missing. "Anon, do you think that I could help you? Surely you'll need a companion, better, a mentor? "At the offer of tutorship he gave you a look you had seen once before on the face of a young unicorn, his cries of yes muffled by the sudden hug you both found themselves in.
The days had flown by so quickly after that second night, he studied hard by day, reading books you send up straight from the archives, to modern magazines and newspapers to get acquainted with the modern world. Then at night when you're duties were done, you would climb the stairs up from the throne room to tutor him
on the finer things that no dry text ever could.
Your sister never suspected or asked what you did in their with the 'sea p0nys'; such diplomatic matters never interested her, nor did the staff when the laundry came down not knowing much about their 'guests' they assumed it was just a odd ocean fashion. The quiet in your mind alerted you, and you realized that Discord was listening intently.
"Speak, I know you love to." You ask addressing him. "So now you want my attention; very well, answer me this, kind friend of humans Celestia. You say he has studied hard, he knows what fork to use first
blah blah blah, but do you trust him? Do you trust him enough to let him go on the 31st day? And be out there talking to your little p0nys, teaching them, dating them,
perhaps even breeding with them? Oooh I wonder if the offspring would look like me!" "Goodnight Discord." you say, voice cold. You are gone in a flash before you hear a single roar of triumph.
You climb the rest of the way from your chamber up the tower to the room where the silver bowl still sits. You have not looked into it for almost a month with the strange tales anon told and even his appearance giving you all the surprise and excitement you once craved. Clearing your mind briefly of the harsh truth that Discord sowed in your mind you gaze beyond your worlds limits, back again to the infinite alternative anons just to see, just to prove to yourself once more what you tried so very hard to forget. To release Anon guarantees a slow creeping chaos. To detain him, losing the one person that saw you as a friend. Sleep came late  that night and with it another grey hair to your iridescent mane.