Title:           The Event - Part 3
Author:          LondonCalling
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First Edit:      Wednesday 11th of April 2012 06:01:47 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 11th of April 2012 06:01:47 PM CDT

Upon entering your private chamber, whilst nudging the door closed with a swift bump of your flank, you smile seeing the look of childlike wonder on Anon's face culminating in a gasp as you levitate the tea tray down onto a low table. His mouth and eyes both wide open, follow you around the room finally closing as you sit down across the table from him, with only the fire and a few hanging lanterns for light.
"Is that, did you just do what I think you did?" "Do what, you ask feigning innocence."
"Magic." "But of course you reply;" lighting up your horn with a soft glow. "Could I, that is, if you don't mind, see some more magic?"
With a soft chuckle betraying none of your amusement to this naive' creature you say with a theatrical pomp; "more? Well if it's magic you want to see then behold!"
The glow in your horn brightening, the items upon the tea tray began to animate, hot dark tea pouring out the suspended pot to flow smoothly through the air, twisting, rising up and down like falling ribbons into waiting teacups. The plate of small shortbread biscuits shattered in midair to form a slow motion fireworks display, crumbs and sugar glinting like glass dust, before imploding back to their round forms. All the while this aerial play distracted anon, behind eyes closed with gentle concentration, you narrowed on your true intent. Behind the amateur levitation you focused hard upon him, this dead space in the magic field, studying it swiftly.
Your initial impressions of him you found to be correct. No matter how hard you try you cannot levitate him, rip him apart, stun, teleport, or even most annoyingly, (for yourself) read his mind. This irritation upon realizing you would have to do listen to him explain everything rather than seeing what you want instantly causes a slight wrinkle to form on your otherwise pristine forehead.
Fortunately anon saw it as a mark of concentration.
Without your magic in any way able to affect him, this effectively placed you and Anon on a almost level field.
The show over, and with parched lips quenched with dainty sips of tea for you, and small slurps from anon he began to ask you more questions about the land he now inhabited, and the three types of p0nies who lived here. Patiently you explained how magic was part of all things in Equestria; sometimes indirectly, letting the Earth p0nies grow strong or the Pegasi fly.
Sometimes directly, such as it was with Unicorns and Alicorns, moving it about with will. He listened eagerly, held on by your every word. "I take it by your surprise that things must be very different
for you in your world," You ask already knowing the answer. He looked down at the plate of shortbread; fiddled with one then placed his cup down with a chink.
"Yes, yes they are. Everything is so grey where I'm from. No magic and little wonder left in it I used to be...." You let his words flow around you, half listening.
This was the part you have seen a thousand times before in the bowl. Certainly it was a little strange that all the parallel anons were unhappy in their worlds, even in the ones (the rare few) that did contain magic. Still his ramblings about a lonely existence, beta qualities and grim environments do provide some useful Intel.
Watching as he continued his story you see Anon sink further into melancholy, shoulders drooping, flickering shadows from the flames masking his face.
Ending his story on a sob, he looked at you, eyes full of tears and said; W-why? Why me? Did you bring me here?" This brought your mind back into sharp focus, looking away from his eyes
into a dark corner you realize that despite seeing thousands of parallel Anons arrive in thousands of Equestrias you never saw who, or how, they actually got there. Making note to investigate this
some other night, finally after a pregnant pause you turn back around to see Anon's tear streaked eyes, and with a sudden stirring of real emotion say; "I'm sorry, I did not bring you here. I did not think it was possible for me, or anyp0ny to do something like this to you." At these words Anon folded, slowly crying into the table. "Then it's true what you said, this really is my home now, I can't ever go back. I'll never see my family or friends..."
his sentence finally breaking up into sobs. Tea and shortbread forgotten, you stand up, trotting to his side, wrapping him up again in your soft powerful wings. "Shhhh, it's okay Anon, I too know the pain of being alone. I lost my sister once for a thousand years, and all those I love eventually leave me. But I get through, by using the most powerful magic I know."
"What's that?" he gasps looking up at you through your feathers. "Friendship," you reply, in hushed soothing tones. "I may not be able to get you home, but may I still call you my friend?"
"Oh yes of course!" he cries suddenly hugging you around the middle. The shock of his sudden decorum breaking hug brought you crashing out of your emotional state and back to cool logic.
Did you just offer to be this alien, this chaotic threat to your kingdom's stability friendship?
Oh Celestia, how can you salvage this? You utter a gentle cough, and Anon, perhaps remembering that you are after all royalty, let go of your midriff with a awkward smile. "I'm sorry." He stutters, wiping back the last of his tears. You nod in a understanding way.
"Hey, did you say you lost your sister? I thought you said she was outside in the night?" For the third time tonight you curse yourself for forgetting something so crucial, dawn is now only minutes away!
"That I think, is a story for another night. Come, I have a room ready for you."
Standing and speaking a little swifter than usual, you walk to the door, anon following close behind you.
Looking to see if there were any early staff patrolling the corridor, you escort Anon to the guest room showing him in. "One last thing" you say, Anon already eying the large gilded bed with sleepy eyes.
"I must ask that you not to leave the room, not until you've had a full checkup." Anon, yawning sleepily, merely said "of course, of course, don't worry I trust you. (yawn) Goodnight Celestia, my friend."
And with that he flopped into bed, asleep. "Goodnight Anon," you whisper back closing the door then locking it with a click.
With him dealt with, you quickly glance out the corridor window to see the moon almost fully lowered. Powering up your horn there is a flash, as you instantly teleport to the gardens outside,where your sister Luna waits anxiously.
"Goodness 'tia I thought thou wouldst never arrive!" She said, her accent slipping back several century's with panic. With time so short, before you could form an answer, you and your sister
are both raising your heads high, spreading your wings to the air, swapping places of power in the heavens, your sisters time having ended, now yours beginning, as you raise the sun start a new day.
The twice daily ritual now over, disaster averted, you and your sister sit on the bench in the inner garden, to talk as you always do in these early dawn hours before parting. "The coral kingdoms?" Luna asks
"'tis most peculiar, but if you say it is so... remember when we were little fillies and you opened their ambassador's door..." "Yes" you grown with embarrassment, blushing in a way only your sister could make you.
"...not only did you almost drown him in air, but the castle didn't dry out for months!" "Tee-hee, very droll my sister." you say, cheeks positively red with shame to that memory. "I'm sorry Luna, but duty calls."
"Yeah, alright." She smiles back at you, pleased to have ruffled your feathers for once. "See you at sundown!" And with that your sister trots off smiling back to the castle.
Deciding to stay outside until your embarrassment wears off, you find yourself wondering towards a stone statue of a hideous twisted creature. Seeing it stuck in pain like that never failed to cheer you up.
"Well well well," came a voice whispered directly into your mind.
"Flooding the castle, how wonderfully..... chaotic." "Discord!" You hiss, lunging at the petrified statue of your old enemy. "Show yourself!"
"Temper temper, call yourself a mother?" Said the voice of Discord the crown prince of chaos. "No need to fret Celestia honey, I'm still here. Trapped. In stone. I wish your student had been more original,
now if I was in charge..." "Tell me how you are doing is, and what you want."
Your voice now beyond a hiss and into a deep growl, your eyes now face-to-face with the goat-headed draconequus. "Well now, what I want should be fairly obvious even to a simpleton like you." He continues, with a voice as smooth as chocolate milk. "But as for how I'm talking to you I can't say. But I will say, something powerfully chaotic must be out there to cause this. Oooh! Maybe it's my long lost daughter! No, perhaps my wife! Did you ever meet her? Darling thing, it was elevanteen o'clock when we first met, under the spaghetti tree..."
At the mention of something chaotic, an image of anon flashes to the front of your mind. "....So I gave her a bunch of double daisies in wutan sauce and/ Wait! Stop! hold the presses! What's this? An Anon? What a ugly animal, I love it!"
Damn, he could read minds now too! You cautiously begin to back away from this evil creature with the velvet voice, his noise lessening as you walked. "It wasn't me you know." Discord shouted quickly before you backed out of earshot. "Nope, nothing to do with me. No power in this stony face. So don't blame me when this Anon breaks something in your oh so precious clockwork universe." The last thing you hear as you pass is the cackling of his laughter.
Walking now back to the castle, shaken, but ready to start the day of royal duty, (first and foremost the moving of that statue to a more remote part of the grounds) not one of your guests, staff or advisers noticed that in your shifting aurora like mane, single strand of what loosely could be described as hair had turned a ominous shade of grey.