>You sit down and prepare to tell her what you had prepared
>Then, it hits you
>Like being kicked in the face by an ass
>You are suddenly very afraid of the world around you
>Your magic should not work
>You learned all the Latin and Greek at the behest of your mentor
>And when you said your incantation in the old world
>You just had some tricks ready to go
>With flash powder and perhaps the occasional chemical reaction
>And followed the motions
>These things should not work
>The incantations were just for show
>And only historians would understand them
>And your theorum should not work either
>So much was out of circumstance here
>The horses should not speak
>They are supposed to be beasts of burden
>For working
>Not capable of speech
>Nor should not be capable of thought
>They were caring
>They had emotions too
>Or so it seemed
>And this world
>You had yet to fend off any beasts
>This world frightens you
>Not for what you have found here
>But rather for a lack of what you have found here
>And it must have shone upon your grisly facade
>Twilight looks at you, her soft purple eyes staring deep inside you
>"Anon, what's the matter?"
Nothing, dear Twilight....I...
>You fade to silence
>You were unsure what to say
>The world you once knew is gone
>And with all that is here
>You take your head into your hands and begin to cry
>"Anon, are you certain nothing's the matter?"
Twilight, how would you feel...if someone had sent you to deal with a dragon, and you suddenly found yourself in a place where your magic works when it should not, and find yourself amongst monkeys who speak when they should not?
>"I...uh....I imagine that must be terrifying for you, Anon. I'm sorry...if there's anything I can-"
No no...I do not know as though there is anything you can do. I just must move forward and accept that I may never get home.
>"Oh...I feel so guilty! I wish there was something I could do for you!"
That is alright...I will simply get on with our lesson...now, if you could turn to-ah, I am forgetting myself, you do not have the text that I do! Here, allow me to write. Mind if I use this...what ever it might be?
>"The black board? Sure!"
Excellent! Now, how do I write on this thing?
>It also occurs to you that you had the good fortune to end up in a world of horses that talk English
>It might have been something like Assyrian, or Hebrew, or some other like language you did not know
>"You take this chalk, the white stick, and drag it across the board, like an ink and quill, except you don't need to re-wet the quill!"
This is a marvel! What else do they have here that might be of interest?
>The little one gets a beam of light from her eyes, and her smile could illuminate the night to day
>"Wonderful! I will show you some of them later! But for now, can we get to my lesson?"
Absolutely. Now then, without further ado...
>You start writing complex theorums on the board
>She gives you a sideways glance
>"Anon, why are you using extro-warlock when you could easily do it intro and channel the magic a pass further into more powerful spells?"
Because, that would further limit my spell potential. That is to say, what I can cast. Tell me, can you cast anything concerning shapeshifting?
>"Well....no, that's left to the changelings here-"
Vobis factus timore!
>She turns into a standard horse, with no horn
>"AHHHHHH! Anon, what have you done to me?"
I have demonstrated the power of using extro-warlock as opposed to internal.
>You still marvel at the fact you have actual magic
>Not the elaborate schemes you used to put on for the king at court
>"You turned me into an Earth Pony! I always wondered what this would feel like, and it feels clausterphobic! Change me back!"
As you wish, Twilight.
Factus tuum verum ipse!
>This would have ruined the sham back in the court
>There was no way, no matter how hard you tried, could you pull this off
>She turns back into what they call a 'unicorn'
>You realize you are now thankful for your mentor urging you study all the incantations
>You did not believe in all this
>But now, you'll have to work to remember it all
>You do not have any of your books
>And you are fairly certain that they did not have a form of Latin or Greek here
>"How...how did you manage that?"
It is simple, really. I speak the words of a tongue long lost to my people, and another which may exist in some part of the world. Those seem to act as my focal points here.
>"Really? You're that arcane? I just think spells to life, and they work flawlessly-"
You waste some of your potential, Twilight Sparkle. Though, this may work well as you have latent ability, for one like myself without any sort of natural focal point, like your horn, the voice acts as both for me.
>"Well, if you teach me how to incant externally...I could teach you internal incantation, it's not too hard."
I think this is suitable. I wonder if it will limit my magic to the same degree as you.
>"There's one way to find out!"
>This will have to await another day, sadly
I have just remembered, the Princess summoned me a week after settling in, and that will be today.
We will continue this tomorrow. I assure you.
>You walk outside, a definite feeling of sadness overtaking you
>You realize you will never see your beautiful lady again
>You realize you have lost much that is dear to you and all that remains is what you hold in this world
>Your cloak, your hat, and a few of your crystals
>They were designed to hold a soul
>You are not certain there will be call for it now
>You board the train, only to sit next to that yellow mare that cannot stop thinking about copulation
>"W-Will you ever g-give me a shot, Anon? I wanna t-take you for a ride, m-mister!"
Fluttershy, thou asketh me something towit I cannot oblige. I shant engage in coitus with an equine.
>"Oh...b-but what if..."
>She stops to pull up some stockings she was wearing
>"Socks are your fetish?"
Fluttershy, my dear pegasus, I will be unable to please thee in the method thou desires. It simply is not within me.
>"B-But, I thought I had it this time...."
>She yelps and hides behind her mane
>You tussle her hair with your hand
There there, little one. I will never hurt you or scare thou...well, scare thee intentionally.
>It occurs to you that your language is slipping to that of when you were younger
>Always happens when you are stressed
>You feel a pain in your head
>"Are you alright, you don't look so well..."
>You do feel rather faint
>You fall over
>As you awaken, you see you are being tended to by the yellow pegasus
>She has quite the thing for taking care of people
>Rather endearing, if you do say so yourself
>"Don't y-you worry anon, we'll get y-you fixed up...and then *mumble*..."
>You do not even bother to ask what she hath said
>You are feeling weak
>You are rolled into the Infirmary
>You get one of the charletan doctors of the realm
>"He'll be fine, he appears to be experiencing Post Traumatic Stress Disorder..."
>What is this Stress 'disorder' they speakest of?
At the behest of my conscience, what is this...disorder?
>"It's whenever you go through something traumatic and begin to have inexplicable changes in your being, be it mentally or otherwise."
>This would explain much of what you have experienced thus far
>You feel as though you should work to bring yourself up to snuff
Prithee, doctor, might we speak to the Princess of the Night for English lessons?
>"I can see about setting that up!" A familiar voice calls
>She trots up beside you and Fluttershy
>It was Twilight Sparkle after all
>"Anon, I heard what happened...I know we're not your true family, but we will be there no matter what."
>"Yeah! Especially being loyal! You could say that's my job." A cyan pegasus you had not previously noticed chirped
>They seem to be such a happy sort here
>Her mane appeared to be a rainbow of colors
>Like Joeseph's coat
>You sit up in bed
>You feel like you belong
>For what may be the first time ever in your life
And, my good pegasus, might I ask what thy name is?
>"Rainbow Dash is the name, speedemon is my game!"
>Demon
>This could get interesting....
>"No no no, not demon-" Twilight protests but is interrupted
>Her face looks like she's hiding something
>"What are you talking about-" Rainbow tries interrupting
>"His culture may have a thing for the demons of old. Do you wanna push it?"
>"Oh...I guess not..." Rainbow stated, dejected, perhaps a bit silly
>Rainbow's face seemed flush
>Embarassed, perhaps
>But demons....
>There was something you had not been asked about in quite some time
>You thought them to be lost to the ages
>But many people were asking for exorcisms from the priests in the days before you left
>You are brought back to the present with one of the horses saying something about time for her lesson
>Ah right, Twilight
Twilight, thou asketh me a difficult question. I wish to teach thee, but I seem unable to find it within me to hold this lesson with such a wretched headache.
>"Your head hurts?"
Indeed, little one, it does. I will take care of it later, just need to remember my incantation...
>"But incantations are so pass-"
Not now! I am trying to concentrate, Twilight.
>You continue to think of the words as you walk home
You know Twilight, I have been thinking...I will craft a staff!
>She gasps
>"A staff? What for?"
Why, to be my focal point naturally. The voice can only act for so much.
>It was about this time that a bluish mare with familiar tattoo on her flank trotted up
>"YOU!" she shouted
>"You've been shierking your teaching duties to the Great and Powerful Trixie!"
You have not even asked me the first day with which you would like a lesson.
>"Uh....the Great and Powerful Trixie-"
Will become the Great and Silent Trixie if thou continues to interrupt me with thy drivel!
>Wait a minute
>You think the lights dimmed
>You might have actually used a spell of projection on your voice without meaning to
>She cowers on the ground
>"P-Please, don't hurt the Great and Humble Trixie!"
>"That's the Trixie I know!" Twilight chortles
Twilight, you are not helping things here.
>She can tell you mean what you say
>You grin at Twilight
>She grins at you
>You both leave Trixie there
>You head home, take your cloak off, and put the kettle on to boil
>You feel as though something is amiss, but cannot put your finger on it
>You shrug
>After all, with the tale you have had this day
>You take the kettle off when it begins to squeal like a banshee
>You begin steeping some green tea
>That Fluttershy creature, darling as she was, gave it to you
>Said it was an 'Equestrian Staple'
>What ever she meant by that, you will not know
>As you sit to relax in your favorite sitting chair, you hear a faint yelp
>You look around, suspiciously
>Something is rotten in Denmark
>You decide to try a spell out
>You remember pulling this over on the king many a year ago
>And he believed it
>Imagine if he could see you performing true magic
>His smug face would melt
>You whisper the words that would give you insight
Nota sit me!
>You can see an outline of one of the pegasus behind your chair
I can see you, you know. I am a wizard, known in my lands as a magician.
>You hear a faint yelp
>You walk over to discover...
Fluttershy. Now, are we going to need to discuss why it is you may not live within our quarters? Be gone at once.
>She runs off, mumbling some nonsense about getting you yet
>What ever she means by that is a question you must ask her one day
>You hang your hat up on the wall
>You think over the last several days events
>You are Anonymous
>And you are now faced with a realization
>You can be the hero this realm deserves
>But the question remained
>Were you the one it needed?
>These were ridiculous questions.
>You fell asleep later that night
>Dreaming of things you did not understand
>You awoke with a fright the next morning
>You put your cloak on, and set out to make a staff
>You go to find an oak tree
>For it must be made of oak
>And the crowning crystal would be made from one of your collection that survived the journey
>You find a suitible tree and branch
>But you will need rope to get down the bough
>You wonder who in this realm would have rope
>As it was meant for hands, but-
>"Howdy y'all! Haven' seen your kind around here before! Mah name's Applejack, wuts yours?"
My name is Anonymous, and I am a magician from my place of old, except now my tricks are magic incarnate.
>"Uhhh....right. Whatcha doin' here?"
I am trying to get that branch down.
>"Well why didn't ya just say so!"
>She ropes the bough and drags it to the ground
>She is quite strong for one of these miniature horses
Thank you, dear...Applejack. Perhaps I will come by later and show you some tricks.
>"That sounds great Aye-non! Take care now, ya hear?"
I shall endeavor to that end, dear Applejack.
>"Eh-heh....okay bye!"
>She trots off
>You have this branch
>And it shall be perfect
>You drag it home
>This will take some time to carve down to exactly how you wish it to look
>You will begin this project tomorrow
>You have more serious things to take care of
>For instance, making your doors and windows more resiliant to the mare sitting in the middle of the room
>"G-G-Good morning, Anon....did you l-like your surprise?"
Fluttershy, I do not remember getting a surprise. What surprise was it to be?
Aside from which, what are you doing in my house again?
>"Oh, I was just m-making your bed and t-t-trying to get to know you better-"
Fluttershy, stop there. You can do a myriad of other possibilities to know me better.
Not breaking into my home. And I presume you want me to engage in coitus with thee?
>"Well, I'd l-l-love that..."
>She displays her plumage
>You think this would be the best time to leave
>Something stays your hand
>Right the fact you have magic of almost limitless potential
Extra meum domo!
>She appears outside your domicile
>Worked according to plan
>You begin barring your windows with what you can find, and you barricade the door
>If she gets in through this, she is indeed magic herself
>You can just try your teleportation spell that had not worked on earth
Accipe me platea!
>You flash away and find yourself in the town square of Ponyville
>You dust yourself off and seek a place to eat
>Do they have taverns here?
>You see a gingerbread house
>It just may be that...
>You walk in and are accosted by a pink miniature horse
>"OHMYGOODNESSHIIMPINKIEPIEWHATSYOURNAMEAREYOUGOINGTOBUYSOMECUPCAKES-"
>You put your finger upon her muzzle
One question at a time, little one.
>She asks you these questions in order and you answer them
>"What's your name?"
Anonymous, but it seems your kind has taken to shortening it to 'Anon'.
>"Do you wanna buy some cupcakes?"
No, but a spot of tea and some food for breakfast would do fine.
>Her face breaks into a beaming smile when asked to make you some breakfast
>As you are seated there, Fluttershy walks in with a white unicorn
>The white one gasps
>"Oh...my...stars! Just look at the way he's dressed, Fluttershy! He simply must be given new clothes!"
>The town seamstress
A pleasure meeting you, Lady....?
>"The name's Rarity, but I could be a lady with a pony of my sophistication."
>She beams at you, batting her eyelashes at you
And my name is-
>"Yes darling, I caught your name, Anon."
>She seems entranced with you
>Her sapphires for eyes piercing your veil of cloak and beard
So I am to take that you are the town seamstress?
>"Seamstress? Heavens, no! I'm a designer of the finest garments, and Ponyville's premier clothier!"
My apologies, Rarity. I did not mean to offend thee.
>She smiles at you
>You return to eating your delicious breakfast
>She has made you some manner of flapjack or other breakfast cake
>Rainbow Dash and Twilight enter the eatery
>You had not ever seen them all in the same place
>All that was missing now was that peasant miniature horse named-
>Applejack had arrived as well now
>They appeared to be the best of friends as they chattered away over breakfast
>Rarity, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash looking over at you with a smile occasionally
>The other three were incapable of doing so because they had their backs to you
>You give them a polite smile and go back to eating
>Fluttershy continues to stare at you
>She appears to have some sort of obsession with you
>You pay her no mind and finish
>You walk out and hope that you are not followed
>You go back to the grove to which you remember arriving here
>You get on your knees
>You feel rather at peace here
>It was a place for you to think and remain undisturbed
>You sit there for what feels like mere minutes
>But in actuality it is getting close to dark
>You get yourself together and head for your home
>As you arrive, you remember that you cannot enter it physically
>Your memory falters for a moment
Tollite me, intra mea domum!
>You wait a moment, and concentrate again
>Shouting louder than before
Tollite me, intra mea domum!!
>You fizzle and appear in your home
>Must have something to do with the whole matter of volume
>You make a note that your spells take more shouting in the evening
>You head up to draw water for a bath
>Another of the horses' many innovations
>They called it running water
>It baffled you that they would call it running if it did not actually run anywhere
>You turned it on and the water even heated itself
>You did not have to heat it up manually
>You settle into the bath and get your thoughts straight
>You are going to need to find some form of toil here to make your way
>You cannot honestly expect your newfound friends to pick it up for you
>You begin musing places that might have need of human dexterity
>You had not seen a single clock here or else that'd be a posssibility
>A grin crosses your face
>You wondered if the horses here called them hooves instead of hands
>You continue to think
>Perhaps someone needed you to tutor the young ones in magic?
>Speaking of magic, you hear a knock at the door
Go away. I am preoccupied with personal matters.
>"THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE DEMANDS YOUR PRESENCE THIS INSTANT!"
>Your anger seethes
>You yell with the force of a thousand tournament criers
TRIXIE YOU WILL WAIT, BE PATIENT, AND MOST OF ALL RESPECT YOUR ELDERS WHEN ADDRESSING THEM!
>The lights return to their previous luminosity
>You really needed to get a handle on your anger
>You wish there were some forms of your old world's entertainment here
>You were rather bored
>And these horses have no concept of boundaries
>Be they personal or otherwise
>You sat and thought to yourself once more
>You are the only man here, are you not?
>And these horses claim to never have seen another man
>Yet their behavior indicates so
>Especially the yellow one, Fluttershy took such liking to you
>And you had only been here little less than two days
>These horses were horrid at times, and at others just great
>You let the water out of your bath
>You dress yourself in your sleeping clothes
>It was time for sleep
>You awoken to a crash outside
>Zounds! It was a creature of gargantuan proportion
>It appeared to have constellations all over its body
>It appears you are going to have your first true test of your magic
>You stand before the beast and wonder what its weakness might be
>You come to a conclusion
Lightning...
>Your hands tingle with lightning from the heavens
Accipiam vos!
>You watch the lightning shoot from your fingertips at the massive ursa
>You watch it collapse to the ground holding its chest
>You must have done quite some damage
>The beast collapses, presumably dead
>Fluttershy appears
>Your lightning dissipates
Fluttershy, I did what I had to, this beast would have torn me limb from limb, drawn and quartered me even.
>"T-That's okay, m-mister, I'm just glad you were brave enough to d-do what needed doing..."
>She forces a smile
>Poor little one
>You felt so bad for her
>You walk about your day
>You come across a younger horse
>She had a mane of purple and wings that looked smaller than the rest
>You were not sure this was a young one
>Or one that had not yet come of age
>She looks nervous
Good day, little one. I am Anonymous, what is your name?
>"M-my name is Scootaloo..."
Oh my. That will not do.
>You turn your head at her
Are you a young one?
>"HEY! I AM NOT A FILLY AND I AM NOT A CHICKEN!"
>Her face would kill you right now, if looks were able
>You feel as though it would be best to go about your business
Good day, Scootaloo.
>You walk past her
>She seems confused
>You walk past Rainbow Dash's home in the sky
>You did not realize that such things were possible
>Her entire home is made from clouds
>This seems like something of an old wizard's tale
>You walk onward, ready for almost anything today
>Twilight Sparkle happens upon you
>"Oh, Anon! There you are! We found some sort of stick, has a crystal in it black as night. We figured you could tell us what it was!"
>They have found your staff
>And now you know why your magic works
>That crystal was always your gimmick
>It had to have made it if you were able to use your magic here
>This place must make it possible for you through the crystal
>The crystal is your focal point
>You head over to Twilight's tree so that you can feel that familiar wood again in your hand
>This staff, which was your graduating gift from the school of magicianship
>It was your crowning acheivement
>The staff that had been with you through thick and thin
>You had indeed been through more with that staff than you could shake it at
>You are accosted along the way by the white unicorn and the yellow pegasus
>"Anon, we have some news for you." Fluttershy stated
>"And you may not like the outcome...." Rarity added
>They looked at eachother and licked their lips
>You looked at Twilight in utter shock
>She looked back with a rather mischevious look
 
END PART 3