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MageAnon's Marvelous Misadventures Part Four

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>The Princess escorts you through the library.
>Just by taking your time you can tell it’s much larger than you thought at first.
>It easily dwarfs anything you’ve seen back on earth.
>It looks like the library goes on for at least another mile in all directions.
>You can see yourself easily getting lost in the labyrinth of books in here.
>Not that you like to admit it, you just LOVE reading.
>Biographies, histories, fiction, non-fiction, just about anything.
>You draw the line at fan-fiction however.
>That shit is just plain weird.
>Out in the hall you find yourself surrounded by at least ten horned guards.
>You assume that they are there just in case you didn’t turn out to be the nice guy that you are.
>At least the mostly non-violent guy.
>They stare at you, glaring as the princess escorts you down the hall.
>They follow close behind.
>Now that you aren’t running for your life, you take a moment to look at the decor along the walls.
>The entire hall is littered with artwork, ranging from paintings of various equines to stained-glass of almost biblical looking scenes.
>One however catches your eye in particular.
>It is of six small p0nies directing some sort of energy at a...
>Just what is that thing supposed to be?
>You’re walking too fast to get a good look at it however.
>”We’re here. I trust you will be on your best behaviour?”
>You nod your head at the princess
>If you were any more nervous, you’d literally be shaking in your boots.
>Do p0nies even know what boots are?
>The door swings open, revealing a large banquet hall.
>Inside there are the six p0nies from earlier, the ones who kidnapped you.
>Amongst them is also a larger white p0ny in what looks like semi-formal military garb.
>They are all seated around a large table, which is complete with dining ware.
>You notice the lack of utensils however.
>”Hello everyp0ny,” the princess addresses “There is no need for alarm, this creature here is a guest of mine, and I expect you to treat him with respect.”
>All but one of the p0nies jaws drop, the large white one’s staying exactly where it was.
>He furrows his brow in confusion though
>”Princess, are you sure we can trust this, this thing?” he says with a harsh tone.
>”Everything will be fine Shining Armour. You are dismissed for now.” The princess responds.
>Man, did you stir up the hornets’ nest.
>He seems a little bit wary about leaving, but takes a small bow, and teleports away.
>Wait
>Teleportation?
>Great, so much for your awesome advantage.
>But it seemed a bit different than yours.
>Much more taxing, and wasted energy expenditure.
>You were trained to notice things like these, and it helps when you need to get your bearings.
>”Please, come sit down, there is much to discuss” the Princess says motioning you to sit in the spot next to her.
>The table was quite low by your height.
>All around the tables were pillows, which all the p0nies sat on.
>This would be uncomfortable.
>Albeit awkwardly, you manage to plop yourself down next to the Princess.
>Seemingly from nowhere, a menagerie of p0nies emerge, each carrying a tray full of fruits, pastries and various desserts.
>A large piece of chocolate cake catches your eye.
>And it seems that your stomach did as well, letting out a large, un-courteous growl.
>You blush in embarrassment, the princess chuckling at your response.
>Great, the monarch of this place already thinks you’re a joke.
>Thank god you try not to be a clown.
>TRY being the keyword here.
>There is only one day you actually try, and god help anyone who gets in your way on THAT day.
>Finally all the food is on the table, and the many p0nies take their leave.
>At first no one reaches for anything.
>If you looked up awkward moment in the dictionary, there would be a picture of this exact moment there.
>Finally the Princess levitates the exact piece of cake you were looking at onto your plate.
>”Please enjoy, there is no use discussing when everyone is sitting here afraid to make a move.” She says.
>”Uh, thanks.” You manage to squeak out.
>Why the hell were you so nervous?
>There was no reason for it.
>Other than the potential vivisection for SCIENCE on the line.
>Were these creatures capable of that?
>You’d rather not know.
>”You’re quite welcome uh,” the Princess stops for a moment “Oh my, it seems that I don’t even know your name!”
>All the p0nies are staring at you again.
>God the eyes.
>The last time you felt like this was the spelling bee when you were a kid.
>What kind of 7 year old knew “Aerie” was a word anyway?
>Mustering as much courage as you can you finally manage to say...
>”Anonymous, Anon for short though.”
>There, that wasn’t so hard now was it?
>You really never were that shy.
>Only when your life was in danger, or you were faced with potential magical experimentation.
>”Well your quite welcome Anonymous.” The princess finishes, levitating a piece of cake onto her own plate.
>You got to reach for the cutlery, when you remember there was none.
>The other 6 p0nies are all starting to reach for food now.
>The purple one grabs a stalk of celery; how she grabbed it with hooves you have no idea, and placed it on her plate.
>The rest grab various fruit products as well.
>You begin to wonder how to eat the cake.
>You don’t want to seem uncouth and pick it up with your hands, but you also have no idea if these creatures even know of cutlery.
>My god dude, you are obsessing over how to eat cake, just make it hover like the princess.
Oh hey brain, glad you finally decided to show up
>Yeah, no thanks to you stuffing all the knowledge in me at one time, just make it fly dude, there’s magic all over the place here, you got plenty of juice.
>Sure enough the magic WAS in the air here.
And no, not in the way your thinking brain, remember the talk we had about reading smut last time?
>Can’t blame a guy for trying.
>Focusing your will on the cake, you bring it carefully up to your mouth and take a small bite.
>Oh god what if its poison?
>I bet its poison.
>Oh shit I need to think these-
>Oh my GOD IS THIS GOOD.
>This cake, IS THE BEST CAKE EVER.
>”Wow, this is absolutely delicious! My compliments to the chef!” you say.
>Oh wow, you managed to say something.
>Maybe things were looking up?
>The purple one is staring at you now.
>Well, they all are staring, but her more intently.
>She manages to pipe up, “You, yo-you know how to use magic?”
>Well shit, so much for playing it low.
”Yes, I do, doesn’t everyone?” you say
>”Not quite, here in Equestria, only Unicorns and Alicorns can use magic. I myself am a Unicorn, as you no doubt tell.”
>She seems a little more at ease now, the rest of the group however seem a little leery of you however.
>”What kind of magic can you do? I know over one hundred spells myself and some of the even more advanced ones too!”
>The Princess quizzically raises an eyebrow at you, as if to say, “Well, what CAN you do?”
>Welp Anon, do you try to impress these little p0nies with your arcane mastery, or do you say you’re not very skilled?
>On one hand, bluffing your way through this lets you maintain your power level, just in case you need to bust out some MAD TRICKS later on.
>Then again, the Princess has already looked into your mind. Who knows what she saw.
>Uh, dude, just go small time here, save the BIG GUNS for later.
Thanks brain, I knew that.
“Well miss, uh, darn, we never have been introduced.” You say
>”Oh, my name is Twilight Sparkle, and these are my friends,
>”Applejack,” she points at the one with the cowboy hat munching on an apple, how punny.
>”Rarity,” the frou-frou looking one. She already reminds you of your rich aunt.
>”Fluttershy,” She looks like she’s trying to hid behind the one sitting next to her.
>”Rainbow Dash” the cyan colored p0ny with the brilliantly colored mane.
“and Pinkie Pie.” Pointing at the empty spot.
>Empty spot?
>You turn behind you to see where she could have possibly gotten to, when you notice the huge pair of eyes right behind you.
>”HI IM PINKIE PIE IT’S SO NICE TO MEET YOU. WHERE ARE YOU FROM. DO YOU LIKE PARTIES? I LOVE PARTIES. WE HAVE TO THROUGH YOU A WELCOME PARTY. I AM SO EXCITED! YOUR THE FIRST ALIEN IVE EVER MET! I SHOULD THROW A SPECIAL ALIEN THEMED PARTY. DO YOU HAVE PARTIES WHERE YOU ARE FROM?”
>And she goes on and on and on and on, until finally
>“Pinkie!” the one called Twilight yells “Enough?
>”Hehe sorry mister Anon, I get carried away sometimes.”
>She begins to return to her seat when you notice that she has a balloon tattoo on her flank.
“Say Pinkie, do you like balloons?”
>You see her eyes light up.
“How about chocolate balloons?”
>She opens her mouth as if to say something, but before she can get going, you grab another slice of cake from the table and hold up your hand to try and silence her.
>You stand up, gently making sure not to tip over the table.
>This was no time to flip tables.
>You grab the slice of cake and bring it near your mouth.
>Taking a deep breath you pretend to blow onto it.
>Slowly the cake begins to expand and take the shape of a balloon.
>It rises and rises, until it’s about the size of your head.
>You hold on to the bottom of it tightly and quickly transform the napkin you were holding into a string and tie it around the bottom.
>You walk over the bright Pink p0ny.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too. The balloon is solid and edible by the way, so don’t drop it.
>You learned that little trick for a friend’s child’s birthday party.
>”Oh my gosh Mister Anon, I love it!” Pinkie says dashing back over to her seat, munching on the balloon along the way.
>All around you the p0nies mouths were open, save for the Princess, who seemed somewhat impressed by your parlour trick.
“Was it really that spectacular?” you say
>”Anon, transformation and transmogrification are some of the hardest magic’s known to p0ny kind! Only great sorcerer’s can attempt things like that.” Twilight spoke, her mouth still agape.
>Well shit, now you feel like a straight up G.
>What’s this?
>Anon’s confidence has leveled up!
>You climb the scale from “Bumbling Butterfingers” all the way up to the prestigious rank of “Not a failure”!
>Ok, it wasn’t THAT much of a jump, but still, you feel a bit better about your situation.
>”That was quite impressive Anonymous,” the princess said, “have you got any more tricks up your sleeve?
>Oh it’s ON now.
>You notice the pot of Tea that was brought in as well.
“Would anyone care for another cup of tea?” you ask slyly.
>If these p0nies thought a simple kid’s party trick was spectacular, and illusions were toppish-teir casting abilities, they may get a kick out of this.
>The yellow one raises her hoof, and holds out a small porcelain cup.
“Oh dear it seems to have gone cold.” You say, sounding just a bit cheesy.
>”Oh dear, let me call for another one.” The princess says.
“Ah, no need, allow me” you say smugly.
>You levitate the pot high above everyone’s heads.
>You snap your fingers and a little flame appears on the tip of your index finger.
>They don’t seem to impressed.
>Good thing you were just getting started.
>The flame quickly grows into a small ball and levitates off your finger.
>You repeat this process 8 more times, each time changing the color of the flame, until you have a full rainbow of fire dancing around the pot.
>You can smell the tea beginning to boil now, and bring the pot gently down onto the table.
>The fires finish their dance in the air above the table and slowly peter out.
>You grab the kettle and pour some more tea into, you believe it was, Fluttershy’s cup.
>She looks more frightened then she was before.
>You guess names were a little literal around here.
>”Th-thanks” she manages to squeak out.
“Not a problem at all” you say.
>The crowd does not seem as hugely impressed by your show of pyromancy as they did your feat of transmogrification, but they still looked surprised nonetheless.
>”Well you have put on quite the show Mister Anonymous. I must saw you do have some skill in the art of magic. Perhaps you could show us a few more of your, handy, tricks.” The princess says smiling at you.
>Wait,
>Did she just wink at you, ever so subtly?
>Well, did she?
I dunno man, you got the eyes here.
>Well they connect to you asshole, playback memory file.
Ok dude fine, but you already know the answer.
>Sure enough she did.
>Oh god, what does it mean?
>”Perhaps you can tell us a bit more about where you come from, Mister Anonymous?” The Princess inquires on a more serious tone.
>Oh god, you knew it would come to this.
>How are you gonna explain human history in such a short time?
>These people seem so peaceful, how would the react to your retelling of War?
>Uh, why not just NOT tell them?
OF COURSE! Brain, I love you sometimes.
>Bro’s for life, you and me dog.
>The next few hours were spent discussing your world, with you trying to leave out as much detail about the nasty bits as humanly possible.
>You explain what a Human is, and how many there are of you.
>You also decide to try to leave out the anatomy lesson for now.
>You don’t know how they would react to you being an omnivore.
>Before you knew it, most of the food was gone, and you accidentally let out a yawn.
>”Oh goodness, will you look at the time, we’ve been here nearly 5 hours already!” the Princess said.
>You didn’t even notice that the Cyan p0ny and the Orange p0ny were fast asleep at the table.
>You glanced outside and noticed the sun was still in the same position as before.
>What’s up with that?
>”I think it’s about time everyp0ny was on their way, except for you of course you Anonymous, you will be staying here until I can make arrangements for accommodations elsewhere. For now, I will call carriages to take you all home.” The Princess said, rising from her seat.
>All of the p0nies rose after her, saying their goodbyes to you, and left.
>The Princess walked over to you in the mean time, and watched the doors close.
>”I must thank you Anonymous,” she said in a hushed voice, “for trying to spare the gritty details of your world. Yes, I do know most of the details from our brief contact, and what i saw as truly horrific. There has not been such violence in my kingdom for a very, VERY, long time.”
>You can feel this conversation going south.
>”However, from your actions and behaviour today, I feel as if you are safe and trustworthy enough to live amongst us, until such a time you find a way to return to your own world, should you choose to do so. My only caveat is that you do NOT tell anyp0ny about the atrocities your kind has committed. That and that you keep my informed about your time here in Equestria. In exchange, you will receive a monthly stipend of funds to ensure that you are able to live adequately until you are able to procure work for yourself, and a place in which to stay.”
>It’s not like you could just up and refuse an offer like this.
>Even if you wanted to, any other option was much worse.
“I understand completely Princess, and I would never do anything to compromise the peace and serenity of this land willingly. I have only one request however.”
>The Princess eyes you with suspicion.
“In my world, magic is channeled from what we call Ley Lines. They are essentially the lifeblood of Magic in our world, and they are present here as well. Every once and a while, I require near contact with a Line to keep my magic running. Sort of like adding fresh wood to a fire. I have noticed that there is a long line running directly under your castle, and I would humbly request that once a week, I be granted access so I can recharge.”
>She looks at you as if you just told her a dark secret only she knew.
>”Anonymous, only 3 p0nies ever knew about the Lines. They were me, my sister, and a very powerful mage who lived long ago. Our magic runs off of the ether produced by the lines, however, I noticed that yours comes from within rather than around you. The lines are an ancient secret here in Equestria, and are NOT to be tampered with. Our magical abilities come from our attunement through emotion, and most emotions are not as potent as happiness and friendship. They allow the unicorns to siphon power from ether, and use it. Sort of like a conduit. I will grant you this; however you MUST be extremely discreet.”
>Oh shit.
>Political intrigue?
>In YOUR world?
>Its more likely than you think!
>You wonder what happened to make it such a well guarded secret.
“You have my word princess, now if I could quickly recharge, and I will get out of your hai--, I mean mane for the rest of the day. I would love a chance to read some of the tomes in the library.”
>The Princess sighs, a sigh of relief.
>”Very well, follow me.” She says directing you through the door.
>She takes you back to the throne room, where you can see the line of arcane power running through the room, like a vein in your arm.
>You walk up to the apex of the room, where the melody of magic reaches its crescendo.
>You sit down and cross your legs, assuming the channeling form.
>The magic WAS different than back on earth.
>It seemed much more potent.
>and wild
>And chaotic
>Wait
>That’s not good.
>You follow the Line’s path with your mind.
>It zigzags all over the town, back to the town you first landed in.
>It stretches far into the mountains as well.
>It goes much farther still, but to follow that would be difficult.
>You try to pinpoint the exact point of trouble when you feel it closer to where you started.
>Most of the lines seem like they are functioning normally.
>Gathering energy as the planet spins, or at least you think this planet spins.
>The output of magical energy is quite something however, much more than there was back on earth.
>Perhaps it was because there are much fewer magic users here.
>It would explain the abundance of ether, and the brilliance of the line.
>But why was there something fishy about the Main Line?
>It’s as if there was something actively disturbing the magical flow.
>Like a clog in a pipe, or a blocked artery.
>You try and project yourself further, but without focal points along the Line, the strain becomes too much.
>You decide to return to the throne room, and try in another direction.
>Your mind quickly snaps back to your body, when you notice a build-up of magical overflow coming from the south, and a large LACK of flow coming from the Far East.
>Both were equally dangerous to the integrity of the Lines.
>The magic of the Line to the east is so weak, that you cannot project yourself farther than about 50 miles or so.
>The magic seems to die out nearing a vast expanse of rocky canyons and desert.
>To the south, the magic seems warped.
>Not to say that magic isn’t inherently wonky, but much more so here.
>You barely make it to the castle gardens when the erratic nature of the Lines over powers your senses.
>You immediately break the trance, and vomit all over the floor.
>So much for being smooth.
>”Anonymous!” The Princess gasps, “Is there something wrong?”
>Well no shit something is wrong, you wanted to say.
“Well Princess, I’m not quite sure how to tell you this,” you managed to say wiping the bile from your mouth
“There’s something quite wrong with your Lines, and the problem is closer than you might think.”

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>The Princess escorts you through the library.
>Just by taking your time you can tell it’s much larger than you thought at first.
>It easily dwarfs anything you’ve seen back on earth.
>It looks like the library goes on for at least another mile in all directions.
>You can see yourself easily getting lost in the labyrinth of books in here.
>Not that you like to admit it, you just LOVE reading.
>Biographies, histories, fiction, non-fiction, just about anything.
>You draw the line at fan-fiction however.
>That shit is just plain weird.
>Out in the hall you find yourself surrounded by at least ten horned guards.
>You assume that they are there just in case you didn’t turn out to be the nice guy that you are.
>At least the mostly non-violent guy.
>They stare at you, glaring as the princess escorts you down the hall.
>They follow close behind.
>Now that you aren’t running for your life, you take a moment to look at the decor along the walls.
>The entire hall is littered with artwork, ranging from paintings of various equines to stained-glass of almost biblical looking scenes. 
>One however catches your eye in particular.
>It is of six small p0nies directing some sort of energy at a...
>Just what is that thing supposed to be?
>You’re walking too fast to get a good look at it however.

>”We’re here. I trust you will be on your best behaviour?”
>You nod your head at the princess
>If you were any more nervous, you’d literally be shaking in your boots.
>Do p0nies even know what boots are?
>The door swings open, revealing a large banquet hall.
>Inside there are the six p0nies from earlier, the ones who kidnapped you.
>Amongst them is also a larger white p0ny in what looks like semi-formal military garb.
>They are all seated around a large table, which is complete with dining ware.
>You notice the lack of utensils however.
>”Hello everyp0ny,” the princess addresses “There is no need for alarm, this creature here is a guest of mine, and I expect you to treat him with respect.”
>All but one of the p0nies jaws drop, the large white one’s staying exactly where it was.
>He furrows his brow in confusion though
>”Princess, are you sure we can trust this, this thing?” he says with a harsh tone.
>”Everything will be fine Shining Armour. You are dismissed for now.” The princess responds.
>Man, did you stir up the hornets’ nest.
>He seems a little bit wary about leaving, but takes a small bow, and teleports away.
>Wait
>Teleportation?
>Great, so much for your awesome advantage.
>But it seemed a bit different than yours.
>Much more taxing, and wasted energy expenditure.
>You were trained to notice things like these, and it helps when you need to get your bearings.
>”Please, come sit down, there is much to discuss” the Princess says motioning you to sit in the spot next to her.
>The table was quite low by your height.
>All around the tables were pillows, which all the p0nies sat on.
>This would be uncomfortable.
>Albeit awkwardly, you manage to plop yourself down next to the Princess.
>Seemingly from nowhere, a menagerie of p0nies emerge, each carrying a tray full of fruits, pastries and various desserts.
>A large piece of chocolate cake catches your eye.
>And it seems that your stomach did as well, letting out a large, un-courteous growl.
>You blush in embarrassment, the princess chuckling at your response.
>Great, the monarch of this place already thinks you’re a joke.
>Thank god you try not to be a clown.
>TRY being the keyword here.
>There is only one day you actually try, and god help anyone who gets in your way on THAT day.
>Finally all the food is on the table, and the many p0nies take their leave.
>At first no one reaches for anything.
>If you looked up awkward moment in the dictionary, there would be a picture of this exact moment there.
>Finally the Princess levitates the exact piece of cake you were looking at onto your plate.
>”Please enjoy, there is no use discussing when everyone is sitting here afraid to make a move.” She says.
>”Uh, thanks.” You manage to squeak out.
>Why the hell were you so nervous?
>There was no reason for it.
>Other than the potential vivisection for SCIENCE on the line.
>Were these creatures capable of that?
>You’d rather not know.
>”You’re quite welcome uh,” the Princess stops for a moment “Oh my, it seems that I don’t even know your name!” 
>All the p0nies are staring at you again.
>God the eyes.
>The last time you felt like this was the spelling bee when you were a kid.
>What kind of 7 year old knew “Aerie” was a word anyway?
>Mustering as much courage as you can you finally manage to say...
>”Anonymous, Anon for short though.”
>There, that wasn’t so hard now was it?
>You really never were that shy.
>Only when your life was in danger, or you were faced with potential magical experimentation.
>”Well your quite welcome Anonymous.” The princess finishes, levitating a piece of cake onto her own plate.
>You got to reach for the cutlery, when you remember there was none.
>The other 6 p0nies are all starting to reach for food now.
>The purple one grabs a stalk of celery; how she grabbed it with hooves you have no idea, and placed it on her plate.
>The rest grab various fruit products as well.
>You begin to wonder how to eat the cake.
>You don’t want to seem uncouth and pick it up with your hands, but you also have no idea if these creatures even know of cutlery.
>My god dude, you are obsessing over how to eat cake, just make it hover like the princess.
Oh hey brain, glad you finally decided to show up
>Yeah, no thanks to you stuffing all the knowledge in me at one time, just make it fly dude, there’s magic all over the place here, you got plenty of juice.
>Sure enough the magic WAS in the air here.
And no, not in the way your thinking brain, remember the talk we had about reading smut last time?
>Can’t blame a guy for trying.
>Focusing your will on the cake, you bring it carefully up to your mouth and take a small bite.
>Oh god what if its poison?
>I bet its poison.
>Oh shit I need to think these-
>Oh my GOD IS THIS GOOD.
>This cake, IS THE BEST CAKE EVER.
>”Wow, this is absolutely delicious! My compliments to the chef!” you say.
>Oh wow, you managed to say something.
>Maybe things were looking up?
>The purple one is staring at you now.
>Well, they all are staring, but her more intently.
>She manages to pipe up, “You, yo-you know how to use magic?”
>Well shit, so much for playing it low.
”Yes, I do, doesn’t everyone?” you say
>”Not quite, here in Equestria, only Unicorns and Alicorns can use magic. I myself am a Unicorn, as you no doubt tell.”
>She seems a little more at ease now, the rest of the group however seem a little leery of you however.
>”What kind of magic can you do? I know over one hundred spells myself and some of the even more advanced ones too!”
>The Princess quizzically raises an eyebrow at you, as if to say, “Well, what CAN you do?”
>Welp Anon, do you try to impress these little p0nies with your arcane mastery, or do you say you’re not very skilled?
>On one hand, bluffing your way through this lets you maintain your power level, just in case you need to bust out some MAD TRICKS later on.
>Then again, the Princess has already looked into your mind. Who knows what she saw.
>Uh, dude, just go small time here, save the BIG GUNS for later.
Thanks brain, I knew that.
“Well miss, uh, darn, we never have been introduced.” You say
>”Oh, my name is Twilight Sparkle, and these are my friends,
>”Applejack,” she points at the one with the cowboy hat munching on an apple, how punny.
>”Rarity,” the frou-frou looking one. She already reminds you of your rich aunt.
>”Fluttershy,” She looks like she’s trying to hid behind the one sitting next to her.
>”Rainbow Dash” the cyan colored p0ny with the brilliantly colored mane.
“and Pinkie Pie.” Pointing at the empty spot.
>Empty spot?
>You turn behind you to see where she could have possibly gotten to, when you notice the huge pair of eyes right behind you.
>”HI IM PINKIE PIE IT’S SO NICE TO MEET YOU. WHERE ARE YOU FROM. DO YOU LIKE PARTIES? I LOVE PARTIES. WE HAVE TO THROUGH YOU A WELCOME PARTY. I AM SO EXCITED! YOUR THE FIRST ALIEN IVE EVER MET! I SHOULD THROW A SPECIAL ALIEN THEMED PARTY. DO YOU HAVE PARTIES WHERE YOU ARE FROM?”
>And she goes on and on and on and on, until finally
>“Pinkie!” the one called Twilight yells “Enough?
>”Hehe sorry mister Anon, I get carried away sometimes.”
>She begins to return to her seat when you notice that she has a balloon tattoo on her flank.
“Say Pinkie, do you like balloons?”
>You see her eyes light up.
“How about chocolate balloons?”
>She opens her mouth as if to say something, but before she can get going, you grab another slice of cake from the table and hold up your hand to try and silence her.
>You stand up, gently making sure not to tip over the table.
>This was no time to flip tables.
>You grab the slice of cake and bring it near your mouth.
>Taking a deep breath you pretend to blow onto it.
>Slowly the cake begins to expand and take the shape of a balloon.
>It rises and rises, until it’s about the size of your head.
>You hold on to the bottom of it tightly and quickly transform the napkin you were holding into a string and tie it around the bottom.
>You walk over the bright Pink p0ny.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too. The balloon is solid and edible by the way, so don’t drop it.
>You learned that little trick for a friend’s child’s birthday party.
>”Oh my gosh Mister Anon, I love it!” Pinkie says dashing back over to her seat, munching on the balloon along the way.
>All around you the p0nies mouths were open, save for the Princess, who seemed somewhat impressed by your parlour trick.
“Was it really that spectacular?” you say
>”Anon, transformation and transmogrification are some of the hardest magic’s known to p0ny kind! Only great sorcerer’s can attempt things like that.” Twilight spoke, her mouth still agape. 
>Well shit, now you feel like a straight up G.
>What’s this?
>Anon’s confidence has leveled up!
>You climb the scale from “Bumbling Butterfingers” all the way up to the prestigious rank of “Not a failure”!
>Ok, it wasn’t THAT much of a jump, but still, you feel a bit better about your situation.
>”That was quite impressive Anonymous,” the princess said, “have you got any more tricks up your sleeve?
>Oh it’s ON now.	
>You notice the pot of Tea that was brought in as well.
“Would anyone care for another cup of tea?” you ask slyly.
>If these p0nies thought a simple kid’s party trick was spectacular, and illusions were toppish-teir casting abilities, they may get a kick out of this.
>The yellow one raises her hoof, and holds out a small porcelain cup.
“Oh dear it seems to have gone cold.” You say, sounding just a bit cheesy.
>”Oh dear, let me call for another one.” The princess says.
“Ah, no need, allow me” you say smugly.
>You levitate the pot high above everyone’s heads.
>You snap your fingers and a little flame appears on the tip of your index finger.
>They don’t seem to impressed.
>Good thing you were just getting started.
>The flame quickly grows into a small ball and levitates off your finger. 
>You repeat this process 8 more times, each time changing the color of the flame, until you have a full rainbow of fire dancing around the pot.
>You can smell the tea beginning to boil now, and bring the pot gently down onto the table.
>The fires finish their dance in the air above the table and slowly peter out.
>You grab the kettle and pour some more tea into, you believe it was, Fluttershy’s cup. 
>She looks more frightened then she was before.
>You guess names were a little literal around here.
>”Th-thanks” she manages to squeak out.
“Not a problem at all” you say.
>The crowd does not seem as hugely impressed by your show of pyromancy as they did your feat of transmogrification, but they still looked surprised nonetheless. 
>”Well you have put on quite the show Mister Anonymous. I must saw you do have some skill in the art of magic. Perhaps you could show us a few more of your, handy, tricks.” The princess says smiling at you.
>Wait,
>Did she just wink at you, ever so subtly?
>Well, did she?
I dunno man, you got the eyes here.
>Well they connect to you asshole, playback memory file.
Ok dude fine, but you already know the answer.
>Sure enough she did.
>Oh god, what does it mean?
>”Perhaps you can tell us a bit more about where you come from, Mister Anonymous?” The Princess inquires on a more serious tone.
>Oh god, you knew it would come to this.
>How are you gonna explain human history in such a short time?
>These people seem so peaceful, how would the react to your retelling of War?
>Uh, why not just NOT tell them?
OF COURSE! Brain, I love you sometimes.
>Bro’s for life, you and me dog.
>The next few hours were spent discussing your world, with you trying to leave out as much detail about the nasty bits as humanly possible.
>You explain what a Human is, and how many there are of you.
>You also decide to try to leave out the anatomy lesson for now.
>You don’t know how they would react to you being an omnivore.
>Before you knew it, most of the food was gone, and you accidentally let out a yawn.
>”Oh goodness, will you look at the time, we’ve been here nearly 5 hours already!” the Princess said.
>You didn’t even notice that the Cyan p0ny and the Orange p0ny were fast asleep at the table.
>You glanced outside and noticed the sun was still in the same position as before.
>What’s up with that?	
>”I think it’s about time everyp0ny was on their way, except for you of course you Anonymous, you will be staying here until I can make arrangements for accommodations elsewhere. For now, I will call carriages to take you all home.” The Princess said, rising from her seat.
>All of the p0nies rose after her, saying their goodbyes to you, and left.
>The Princess walked over to you in the mean time, and watched the doors close.
>”I must thank you Anonymous,” she said in a hushed voice, “for trying to spare the gritty details of your world. Yes, I do know most of the details from our brief contact, and what i saw as truly horrific. There has not been such violence in my kingdom for a very, VERY, long time.”
>You can feel this conversation going south.
>”However, from your actions and behaviour today, I feel as if you are safe and trustworthy enough to live amongst us, until such a time you find a way to return to your own world, should you choose to do so. My only caveat is that you do NOT tell anyp0ny about the atrocities your kind has committed. That and that you keep my informed about your time here in Equestria. In exchange, you will receive a monthly stipend of funds to ensure that you are able to live adequately until you are able to procure work for yourself, and a place in which to stay.”
>It’s not like you could just up and refuse an offer like this.
>Even if you wanted to, any other option was much worse.
“I understand completely Princess, and I would never do anything to compromise the peace and serenity of this land willingly. I have only one request however.”
>The Princess eyes you with suspicion.
“In my world, magic is channeled from what we call Ley Lines. They are essentially the lifeblood of Magic in our world, and they are present here as well. Every once and a while, I require near contact with a Line to keep my magic running. Sort of like adding fresh wood to a fire. I have noticed that there is a long line running directly under your castle, and I would humbly request that once a week, I be granted access so I can recharge.”
>She looks at you as if you just told her a dark secret only she knew.
>”Anonymous, only 3 p0nies ever knew about the Lines. They were me, my sister, and a very powerful mage who lived long ago. Our magic runs off of the ether produced by the lines, however, I noticed that yours comes from within rather than around you. The lines are an ancient secret here in Equestria, and are NOT to be tampered with. Our magical abilities come from our attunement through emotion, and most emotions are not as potent as happiness and friendship. They allow the unicorns to siphon power from ether, and use it. Sort of like a conduit. I will grant you this; however you MUST be extremely discreet.”
>Oh shit.
>Political intrigue?
>In YOUR world?
>Its more likely than you think!
>You wonder what happened to make it such a well guarded secret.
“You have my word princess, now if I could quickly recharge, and I will get out of your hai--, I mean mane for the rest of the day. I would love a chance to read some of the tomes in the library.”
>The Princess sighs, a sigh of relief.
>”Very well, follow me.” She says directing you through the door.
>She takes you back to the throne room, where you can see the line of arcane power running through the room, like a vein in your arm.
>You walk up to the apex of the room, where the melody of magic reaches its crescendo.
>You sit down and cross your legs, assuming the channeling form.
>The magic WAS different than back on earth.
>It seemed much more potent.
>and wild
>And chaotic
>Wait
>That’s not good.
>You follow the Line’s path with your mind.
>It zigzags all over the town, back to the town you first landed in.
>It stretches far into the mountains as well.
>It goes much farther still, but to follow that would be difficult.
>You try to pinpoint the exact point of trouble when you feel it closer to where you started.
>Most of the lines seem like they are functioning normally.
>Gathering energy as the planet spins, or at least you think this planet spins.
>The output of magical energy is quite something however, much more than there was back on earth.
>Perhaps it was because there are much fewer magic users here.
>It would explain the abundance of ether, and the brilliance of the line.
>But why was there something fishy about the Main Line?
>It’s as if there was something actively disturbing the magical flow.
>Like a clog in a pipe, or a blocked artery. 
>You try and project yourself further, but without focal points along the Line, the strain becomes too much.
>You decide to return to the throne room, and try in another direction.
>Your mind quickly snaps back to your body, when you notice a build-up of magical overflow coming from the south, and a large LACK of flow coming from the Far East.
>Both were equally dangerous to the integrity of the Lines.
>The magic of the Line to the east is so weak, that you cannot project yourself farther than about 50 miles or so.
>The magic seems to die out nearing a vast expanse of rocky canyons and desert.
>To the south, the magic seems warped.
>Not to say that magic isn’t inherently wonky, but much more so here.
>You barely make it to the castle gardens when the erratic nature of the Lines over powers your senses.
>You immediately break the trance, and vomit all over the floor.
>So much for being smooth.
>”Anonymous!” The Princess gasps, “Is there something wrong?”
>Well no shit something is wrong, you wanted to say.
“Well Princess, I’m not quite sure how to tell you this,” you managed to say wiping the bile from your mouth
“There’s something quite wrong with your Lines, and the problem is closer than you might think.”

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