My name is Christian Gordon. I also go by the name “The Immortal”. I am three-thousand and eighty-nine years old. The explanation for this is obvious: I am not a normal human. I have been chosen to wield unbelievable abilities many years ago.

I’ll try to have a brief explanation everything that has happened during my lifetime: Ever since my father showed me a magic trick for the first time, I always wanted to prove magic was real. I spent a lot of my time throughout my life researching magic, witchcraft, and voodoo, and trying to see if any of it was real (sometimes by researching, others by testing it myself) One day, when I was 32 in 2013, a Raven flew into my window. It somehow was able to communicate with me through my mind and eventually got me to follow it. The Raven somehow teleported me to an unknown place where I met a dragon named Drogun.

He told me I was chosen to hold power due to my dedication to magic (he was very specific saying that what I was going to receive was not magic, but instead power. Magic doesn’t exist) He then opened a portal and told me that it was to “My Realm” (it was only just a flat, round, purple-ish rock for ground about twenty feet around from the center, and all around it in every direction was nothing but rain clouds) Inside the portal was what I was destined for: unstoppable power.

I never really did anything with my abilities throughout my life, although I could do pretty much anything I wanted.

The main reason was because I had to keep myself a secret. It’s not that I need to keep my identity a secret or anything; I just don’t want the entire planet to be asking me for money or to attack other countries or do anything stupid. Anyway, I never knew what to do with my abilities.

I didn’t want to be a “super hero” because my abilities had altered my mind to enjoy seeing death, such as someone bleeding severely or injured, but I didn’t want to become a “super villain” because ruling the planet would get boring, and additionally; killing people is wrong. Eventually, I decided to just sit back quietly and watch civilization grow.

Many extraordinary inventions and discoveries had happened, but in the year 3047, war between the two most powerful countries on the planet, America and Russia, had almost destroyed the planet through war.

You might ask “Why would they destroy the world if they were only attacking each other?” The answer to that question is the fact that they were both stupid. Both America and Russia had killed all civilization in every country on the planet for two reasons: 1) They thought the other country might have a base set up in a nearby country, but they never bothered to check. 2) They were doing it as a warning for the other country. At the beginning of the war, America had begun to build a gigantic machine of ultimate destruction that was designed to stop the war before it got out of hand. The machine was a fifty-foot tall robot, called the Eliminator Of All Lifeforms (or the E.O.A.L.)

The robot was designed in many fascinating ways; such as being able to walk using human-like leg joints, but it was not able to run. It had a right arm made out of thirteen Gatling Guns that shoot forty five-inch-long bullets a second, a total of two-thousand four-hundred bullets a minute (each) into one gigantic gun (which fires a grand total of thirty-one-thousand and two-hundred bullets a minute). It’s left arm was an experimental Incineration Cannon using special molecules found in “the air of war” to power its laser (which had the laser reach fifty-thousand degrees Celsius), and a large cylinder-like body containing a self-charging power source and a teleporter to transport ammunition to the Gun arm (that way, if Russia wants to eliminate it’s ammunition supply, they’ll have to take out the source in America)

Its head was basically a super-computer, featuring a five-hundred-mile wide scanner (that can scan through any material) to detect and eliminate anything with a heartbeat, a voice simulator (it never had any pre-recorded voices, its own voice was very dark and metallic), and also was programmed to be within and handle ANY combat situation (which is why programming took so long).

The most important and most memorable thing about the robot was within its shoulders: a plasma shield generator. Scientists were able to somehow control a form of plasma and put make it into a coat for the E.O.A.L., covering every single molecule of it. The specific type of plasma that the scientists used with the E.O.A.L. was invulnerable to anything that was tested against it, and it absorbed any form of force. Nothing was able to even scratch the E.O.A.L. when its shields were on, no matter how strong the impact was. The E.O.A.L. was in construction for eleven years, during which the war still went on. After it was finished, it was sent to Russia and destroyed everything alive in it within a week. When the E.O.A.L. got to the Russian military headquarters, they fired all of their remaining ammunition at America, destroying what was left of it.

All life on Earth was destroyed by the year 3058.

I eventually got bored of being on a planet with nothing on it but dust, ruins, and a robot that isn’t programmed to hold a conversation, so I went back into my Realm and thought about what to do. Then an idea hit me: I can just go back in time and start over! But I already knew a lot about America, so I was stuck being bored again before another idea hit me: Who said I was to go to America? And so I went to the first country I thought of: England, in the year 800 A.D.,  and I continued my tradition of watching civilization grow and fall to this very day, in February, 2012.

Since nothing exciting is really happening at the current moment, I’m walking through London to pass the time. Many people had the same intentions as me, walking one way or another somewhere throughout the town. Most people walking by give me short stares from my choice of clothing.

Oh, that reminds me; I never mentioned a very important detail, did I? When I gained my abilities, the colors of my clothes, skin, hair, shoes, and everything else turned blacker than night (my eyes were an exception, they became blank and white). I had also discovered that this change also caused my mouth to vanish, back when I tried to eat in my “true form” many years ago. But there was a way around this “side-effect” to avoid being the most noticeable person on the planet; if I covered my eyes, my colors would return to normal. So I made a new style that hid my eyes from view without making me look like I’m blind. It was a simple design: a black t-shirt with a hood that was long enough to hide my eyes from sight (it was specialized so that I could see out, but nobody could see in)

Back to the present, I had just passed the exact same man wearing a trench coat sitting on the sidewalk for the third time. I must be going in circles. I continued walking straight forward down the sidewalk for a couple of minutes when I took a turn down the first alleyway I came to, believing there must be another street on the other side.

It blocked most of the sunlight, and not a soul was walking through it, besides me. There was garbage everywhere, and even one of the ladders of a fire-escape on one of the buildings had fallen off. I walked on for another moment before I reached a dead end.

“Now isn’t this just perfect?” I said to myself. I whipped around and began walking back to the sidewalk to see if there was another way through town, when out of nowhere my foot got stuck on something brightly glowing purple. I looked down and gasped. My foot was caught in a purple satanic symbol!

No matter how much strength I put into my leg, I’m unable to pull my leg out of it. I panicked, grabbed my leg with both of my arms, and heaved with all my might, giving myself the strength of a thousand men as a boost. I looked at my feet and realized that the symbol had rotated to put both of my legs within a point. A split second after, I began to sink into the symbol! “NO!” I yelled through panic.

I attempted to move my arms to latch onto something nearby, but it appears that my arms had been bound by some form of glowing gas wrapped around my wrists. “NO!! LET ME GO!!” I screamed, trying to pull something away from the symbol. I continued to sink into it still, no matter how strong my attempts were to fight against it.

Is this how I’m going to die? Is this the end of The Immortal?

My head was the only thing that was still on the planet I have known and loved, before it finally went into the symbol as well. Everything went black. I could not see nor feel anything. Is this what death is like? Have I been brought to hell and met an early grave?

“Uh, Spike, are you sure that was the right spell?”

Wait…I had heard a voice. It sounded like a woman’s. How can I hear a voice if I’m dead?

“Heh, funny story, actually,” this time a male had spoken in response. “I MAY have accidently given you a demon summoning spell, heh heh.”

A demon summoning spell? Is that the explanation for all of this? I was brought here by some idiot trying magic? Well…I can’t really complain, since that’s pretty much what I used to do.

“Wait, you’re saying that this…thing…I summoned…is a demon?” the female asked assuming to the male.

They must be talking about me.

“For your information, I happen to be a human,” I attempted to say.

I’m unsure if they could hear me or not, but it was worth a try to see if I can still communicate.

“OH MY GOSH IT TALKS!!!” the female exclaimed possibly in horror.

Yep, they can hear me.

“Of course I talk,” I remarked. “I just said I’m a human. All humans talk. You should know that, considering you are one.”

“Uh, I truly apologize for correcting you but…I’m not a ‘human’,” the female responded.

“Not a human?” What is she playing at?

“Alright,” I said, “if you aren’t a human, what are you then?”

“I’m…uh…a pony.”

“A pony”? I get pulled down into the ground by a symbol of Satan, believing that I’m going to hell early, and instead I get put into this black void being told I’m talking to a pony? What the hell is going on here?

“A pony,” I repeated.

“That’s right, and I’m a dragon!” the male shouted from a short distance way.

Alright, make that in a black void being told that I’m talking to a pony AND a dragon.

“Where the hell am I?” I said.

“Well, you’ve arrived in my library when I mistakenly summoned you,” the “pony” responded.

“Then why can’t I see nor feel anything?”

“Well,” the male said, “it says that blindness and loss of feeling is a side effect. It should wear off after a couple of minutes.”

“Then do you mind explaining why I was kidnapped out of an alleyway in the middle of London through a symbol of the Devil?” I asked, expecting an answer out of the female.

“Can you…um… please define ‘London’, and ‘Devil’?” she responded awkwardly.

Is she serious? How stupid are these people?

“London is the capital of England,” I answered, “and the Devil is a religious figure that basically rules hell.”

“Could you also define ‘England’, ‘religious’, and ‘hell’?”

“Look, stop with all of this nonsense, alright?” I said, getting annoyed. “I know you released some kind of drug in that alley I was in, and now you made me go blind. I know It’s not my hood that’s making me blind, so don’t say that.”

There was silence for a moment, and then the male said “Uh, what hood?”

I quickly tried to feel round my head to see if my hood was on, but I still couldn't feel anything.

“So…you’re saying that this entire time…I never had my hood on?”

“I’m surprised you know what a hood is,” the male responded. “I never knew that demons wore clothes.”

“If you noticed, I’m WEARING clothes, and I already said that I’m a human. Now can you just please cut the act? I’ve got places to be.”

That was a lie. I don’t have to be anywhere; I just want to be able to go back to being normal; or in my case; being abnormal.

“I-I don’t think the rest of Ponyville would be comfortable seeing you walk around town,” the female said.

“‘Ponyville’? What kind of town is named ‘Ponyville’?” I remarked.

“The town that you’re in,” the female responded, slightly annoyed by my words.

I began to feel what felt like wood against my pants and fingers, along with seeing small colored blurs everywhere. Finally, my sense of touch and sight are coming back.

“How long does it take for my eyesight to return completely?” I asked randomly, looking around, hoping to see any hint of skin color to show me where the people were.

I heard what sounded like a few pages turning, and then the male said “It should be coming back by now. Just give it a few seconds and you’ll be back to normal …or at least it will be for ponies,” he added quietly.

“How long are you going to keep up this ‘pony’ act?” I said. “I am being serious when I say that I am completely annoyed with all of this nonsense.”

Everything started to become clear. My eyesight had returned to how it always was. The first thing I saw was a bookcase; a very large bookcase that went halfway up to the ceiling (which was considerably high).

A sudden thought sprang into my head, and my hands darted towards the back of my neck, pulled my hood onto my head, and had it cover my eyes. I’m glad I’m still able to see through it.

“Whoa…” the male said behind me.

I spun around to see what these two buffoons actually looked like.

What stood in front of me was shocking.

I was kneeling in front of a purple unicorn that was at eye level with me. Its mane was dark sapphire blue with violet and rose colored streaks, and it was styled fashionably like a human. The unicorn also had huge, violet eyes shining with interest, scanning me up and down, this way and that. The unicorns face wasn’t very comparable to a horses face either. It was actually closer to the face of a human than any horse I’ve ever seen.

“You’re a unicorn,” I said, hardly believing what I am seeing.

“Yeah…” it said awkwardly.

So it was the unicorn that was the female voice I was hearing the entire time I was blind.

“And I’m a dragon!” the male voice shouted from somewhere behind the unicorn.

I leaned over to see a small human-like dragon the size of a toddler, colored purple with a green belly and scales running down its head to its back down to the end of its tail. Like the unicorn, its face resembled a human more than an animal. He wasn’t as surprising, considering that I had met Drogun before, but he was undeniably unique.

“I will admit I am a bit shocked to see you as well,” I said, “but I’ve seen a dragon before. It’s not as big of a surprise.”

The little dragon gave a small grunt, assumingly from not getting as much attention from me as he hoped. It’s interesting how similar their behavior is to a human’s. I was about to lean back in front of the unicorn when I caught something in the corner of my eye; the unicorn had what looked like a tattoo on its thigh. I couldn’t really see it from this angle, though.

“Do you mind turning to the side for a moment?” I asked politely and curiously.

“Oh, uh, sure,” the unicorn responded, shaking her head for a moment.

A moment after it spoke, she turned to her body to its left, but her head was still staring at me. When its body had curved just enough, I was able to see what appeared to be a pink six-pointed star surrounded by five small white stars.

“Why do you have stars on your thigh?” I said, more to myself than to the unicorn.

“Actually they’re sparkles,” it responded, “and I have it ‘on my flank’ because it’s my cutie mark.”

“And what the hell is a cutie mark?”

“Well, a cutie mark is a symbol of a ponies’ special talent. It shows who they are and how they’re different from the other ponies. A pony gets their cutie mark when they’re a filly, after they realize what their special talent is.”

…I have no response to this.

“Alright, I have another question,” I said, and the unicorn turned to face me again. “How did you bring me here, and why?”

“Well, uh, I was using my magic on a spell, and it…kind of was an accident…” the unicorn responded, going quiet and looking in the other direction.

I was brought here on accident…I could still be in London right now, and instead I’m in a library accompanied by a talking purple unicorn and a purple-and-green baby dragon.

I looked around the unicorn and noticed the dragon wasn’t there anymore.

Scratch that; I’m accompanied by a talking purple unicorn.

“I demand for you to send me back,” I said.

The unicorn’s horn began to glow some shade of purple that I couldn’t exactly describe, then suddenly a book glowing the same color zoomed in front of it, suspended in midair. The book began flipping pages for the unicorn as she skimmed through each one. After about ten pages of skimming, I noticed that the unicorn appeared to be sweating.

Maybe it’s sick. I normally would not care whether something’s ill or not, but it’s a unique creature, I can’t let it die.

“Are you feeling alright?” I asked.

“I-I’m fine, thanks,” she said nervously.

I could tell it’s just nervous. No big deal. But why is it nervous?

I put my hand on its neck. Immediately afterwards I heard its thoughts in my head as if it were my own.

“Dear Celestia it’s touching me,” were the first thoughts I heard, followed by my hand feeling the unicorn have a chill. “I’d better find a spell to send this thing back to where it came from quick, or otherwise it might kill me.”

She must think I’m an animal, like how I thought she was. But it turns out she’s actually able to think intelligently, making her different from anything that I refer to as an animal.

“Growing mustaches; no, that’s not it,” her thoughts continued, as another page was flipped. “Teleporting objects; no…” yet another page was flipped. “Aha! Summoning demons!”

At this last sentence of thought, the unicorn’s face looked relieved.

“‘The ancient art of summoning demons was practiced long ago by an unknown unicorn. His journal entries have been a month-long process before they had suddenly stopped. Theories have been suggested why, but none seem to fit. Demons had been described in the journal as ‘large, two-legged beasts with ape-like features, but most do not have any fur anywhere besides the tops of their skulls, and all wear unusual clothing. They appear to have pony-like intelligence, but panic severely and easily when spoken to.’ The journal also states that once a demon is summoned, it cannot return to its original home, due to it being unknown by any pony in Equestria.’”

I took my hand off of the unicorn’s neck and fell backwards purposely onto the floor with a thud.

“I’m never going home…” I thought out loud.

“Y-you…what?” the unicorn stuttered.

“I can’t believe I’m never going home…” I thought out loud once again.

“How…h-how did you-?”

“When I put my hand on your neck I heard your thoughts,” I explained. “I was able to feel your brain giving off signals to your body, so I was able to catch the readable signals and hear it inside my own head, because those are your thoughts. It also indicates you are a very intelligent creature, due to how fast I was able to pick it up.”

“Y-you think I’m intelligent?” she said.

“I KNOW you’re intelligent. I was able to hear your thoughts immediately after I put my hand on your neck, meaning that you are, in fact, VERY intelligent.”

I continued to lie on my back as I stared up into the ceiling, thinking about how I could possibly go home. Then I realized that I had powers, and that I’m able to teleport.

“I’m going to see if I can teleport myself back home,” I said into the room.

I want to be in my own living room back in London.

Nothing’s happening.

Oh no…

I put my hood down (who cares anymore?), placing my hands on my face. Why me? Why do I, out of all of the 6 billion people on the planet (at this point of time), have to be stuck here?

“Uh…mister demon…sir,” the unicorn said. “Is there something wrong?”

“I can’t teleport back to my house,” I said. “Out of my three-thousand and fifty-seven years of having these abilities, they have never failed until today.”

“You’re three-thousand and fifty-seven years old?!”

“Actually I’m three-thousand and eighty-nine. I was thirty-two when I got my abilities, and ever since then I had stopped aging.” I took my hands off of my face and saw the unicorn’s large, violet eyes staring into mine.

“Your eyes are so bizarre…” she said.

“They are like this for eternity,” I explained. “Before I got my abilities, they were green. But now, they are the key to my appearance. If my eyes are hidden to the point to where nobody is able to see them, I’ll look like any normal human.”

“And that’s why you wear that hood…”

“Exactly. But if they aren't covered, I’ll look like how I am now. And if you didn’t notice, I only wear my hood because it would freak people out if they saw me like this.”

I rolled over onto my side and curled up into a sleeping position. This floor is strangely comfortable.

“Do you mind if I stay here?” I asked. “You don’t need to take care of me or anything; I just need a place to stay.”

I didn't get a response, and I couldn't see the unicorn’s face from my position, so I assumed she was thinking heavily. I reached upward and touched her neck.

“Great, now he’s listening to my thoughts again,” I heard. “Mister Demon, could you please stop?"

I obeyed her thoughts and dropped my arm onto the floor with a small thud.

“Thank you,” the unicorn said.

Maybe I could find somewhere else to stay? Sure, I might freak all of the unicorns out, but I’m sure eventually they’ll be comfortable with me being around.

My head started to ache a little, so I propped my head up on my arm. It didn’t help at all, but I wasn’t really focusing on it.

I don’t think the unicorn is going to be letting me stay here, so maybe I should just leave. But yet this floor is so comfortable, I don’t want to get up. But the unicorn is going to have a problem with me being here, so I really should go.

“Or you could just stay,” the unicorn said.

I turned my head left so I would be looking straight up, and I saw just in time to see the unicorn’s horn stop glowing, and my headache faded simultaneously. She was grinning widely.

“Did you just-?”

“Yes, yes I did,” she confirmed.

“Well then,” I said, sitting up, “I think if I’m going to be living here, we should really get to know more about each other. My name is Christian Gordon. What would your name be?”

“I am Twilight Sparkle. It’s a pleasure to properly meet you.”

Twilight Sparkle held out her hoof in front of her. I took the offer and shook hands (or hand and hoof in this case)

“I really appreciate you letting me be here,” I said. “I’ve met quite a few people throughout my life, but not many would let somebody they just met stay in their house like you’re doing with me.”

“Well, I have to admit it’s unusual for most ponies around here as well.”

I gave a small laugh and lay back down. Suddenly I was feeling tired. I conjured a pillow out of thin air, tucked it under my head, and closed my eyes.

I felt what must have been Twilight patting me on the head, followed by the sounds of hooves walking across wood.

I’m glad I came across such a kind friend.

When I woke up, I felt myself lying in my bed, warm and comfy. I didn’t open my eyes, I wanted to go back to sleep. I had the best, and yet strangest dream I’ve had for around two years. I rolled onto my other side, when at that point I felt hair against my foot.

I live alone.

I opened my eyes and saw nothing but darkness.

I conjured a single-person-flashlight (a flashlight that only lights things up for the holder, invented in the year 2612) and held it up in front of me.

I was facing Twilight Sparkle, the purple unicorn that I had just met, peacefully asleep. I smiled. I’m very relieved that it wasn't a dream. I glanced under the star-map covers, pointing the flashlight underneath it as well, and I saw that my legs were touching the end of Twilight’s tail. I adjusted myself so that I wouldn't be laying on her tail, made the flashlight vanish, looked directly at Twilight, and whispered “Thank you” before closing my eyes and going back to sleep.

I could have sworn I saw her smile.

I was woken up by being blinded by the sunlight shining through the window.

I used my telekinesis to draw the curtains. As soon as the daylight was blocked, I sat up in the bed and stretched, yawning. Then I teleported in a spiral of purple flames out of the bed because I was too lazy to get up. I used my telekinesis again to straighten up the bed that I had somehow been put into and looked around.

Twilight’s room didn't really remind me of anything. There was a small desk holding a marble bust of a unicorn, a clock and pair of horseshoes on the wall, a pink-ish rug on the ground, and a little cat bed next to the real one.

I instantly realized that there was no door to the room, only a small cliff going downward to the library.

I was about to be curious as hell on how she got up here (along with bringing me with her) when a second look revealed a staircase on my left.

I want to be about five feet away from Twilight Sparkle, inside of her house.

I teleported once more in a spiral of purple flames, and I was standing back in the library where I arrived yesterday. I was facing the behind of Twilight. She looked deeply focused on a certain letter. A split second later, I saw that there was a quill glowing an uncertain shade of purple, along with Twilight’s horn. I guess she’s writing a letter to someone.

I didn’t want to stop her, so I sat on the ground, conjured a glass of tea, and began to drink silently, staring at the marvelous unicorn.  A few minutes of silence passed, and then the purple-and-green dragon from yesterday walked in, carrying a plate with a teapot and two teacups contained what must be no other than tea. It carried the plate over to Twilight’s table, placed it down, bowed, and said “Your drink, your majesty!”

“Thank you, Spike,” Twilight responded, levitating the teacup to her mouth and taking a small sip.

Spike the dragon took the other teacup and started drinking as well. Spike looked around for something to do, and as soon as his eyes saw me, he spit out his mouth full of tea.

Twilight looked over and said “Spike, what’s wrong?”

Spike was speechless, so he pointed in my direction. Twilight’s eyes followed Spike’s arm and found me an instant later. I waved at them.

“Good morning, Christian,” she said happily. “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept fine, thank you.”

“Wait…what? Huh?” Spike said confusedly. “I-I thought you said you would get rid of that thing last night!”

I’m not going to ask.

“Christian, here, is going to be staying here from now on,” Twilight explained. “Don’t worry about taking care of him, he’ll be fine.”

“She’s right, you know,” I said, toasting my cup to him and sipping it.

Spike just stood there frozen, not making a sound.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” I said. “I won’t be doing anything that’ll cause trouble.”

“B-but he’s not gonna be replacing anyone, right? I mean, you don’t need another assistant, why do you need him here?”

“Twilight is just being a good friend and letting me live here,” I said. “Trust me, if I could, I would go back home. But unfortunately, I’m stuck here for eternity. So I might as well have a place to stay. “

“So…you’re not going to be her number one assistant?” Spike said.

“No, I will not.”

Spike wiped sweat off of his forehead in relief. I shrugged and continued to drink my tea, but my lips didn’t meet any liquid. I looked in my cup and saw that it was empty. I threw the cup over my shoulder, having it vanish before doing any harm, and conjured a new, full, cup of hot tea.

Spike walked back into the other room, taking his teacup with him, and Twilight went back to writing her letter. I sat silently drinking my tea as Twilight wrote her letter for what seemed like an hour, when out of nowhere, Twilight yelled “SPIKE!” while rolling up the letter, having a ribbon fly by and tying itself to it, making a neat scroll.

Spike zoomed into the room and stopped directly in front of Twilight, saluting her like a soldier.

“Send this letter to Princess Celestia,” Twilight said.

The letter glowed entirely the shade of Twilight’s magic and was put into Spike’s hand. Once the letter had stopped glowing, Spike took a deep breath and blew on the scroll, scorching it with green flames, leaving nothing but twinkling smoke suspended in midair.

“She said send the letter! Not scorch it!” I said.

“Don’t worry,” Spike assured, “I always do this to send letters, there just aren’t any windows open.”

Spike walked over to the front door (which had a candle on the inside for some unknown reason) and opened it. The smoke flew over to the door and zoomed out into the clear sky outside.

“You see?” Spike said, closing the door. “The letter was never burned, it was just sent magically to Princess Celestia. Eventually she’ll write back.”

Well this seems like an unusual way of receiving mail.

“So do you know what you’re going to be doing around here?” Spike asked.

“Not really,” I answered. “I just needed somewhere to rest my head, since I can’t go back home.”

“Well you need to do something!” Spike said, drooping his arms. “Why don’t you go and meet everyone in Ponyville?”

“Are you CRAZY?!” Twilight answered. “The town would FREAK if they saw Christian! There’s no WAY he’s gonna go out there!”

“Well…”

I stopped and drank my tea, knowing the answer Twilight would give.

“Well…what?” Twilight said.

I sighed. “I am able to morph myself into anything I have DNA of, and alter it from there.”

“You’re able to change your physical form just by getting a DNA sample?!” Twilight exclaimed.

“I am,” I confirmed. “But the thing is I would need your DNA sample, because I am more than certain that dragons aren’t very common around here.”

“So what are you saying?” Twilight and Spike said simultaneously.

“I’m saying I need to either have a blood sample from Twilight, or I’ll need to touch her tongue to gather saliva; spitting doesn’t work that well. It’s either one of those or I’ll have to stay in here forever. It’s your choice.”

Twilight brought a hoof to her chin in thought (I didn’t know horses were able to do that kind of thing, depending on their bone structure) as I carried on with my tea. Spike also began to whisper into Twilight’s ear. After a moment Twilight said “Alright”.

I got up, walked over to Twilight, and knelt in front of her, so we were at eye level.

“What was your choice?” I said.

“I…guess you could…touch my tongue…” Twilight said, going quiet. Her ears had dropped at the word “guess”.

“Alright then,” I said, “open wide.”

Twilight opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, blushing slightly at the awkwardness of the situation. I rubbed my right index finger and middle finger against it, collecting saliva. It was pretty nasty, but it had small amounts of DNA in it.

After collecting all that was needed (which was a few drops) I conjured a pair of Microscopic Glasses (invented in the year 2559) and put them on. Twilight pulled her tongue back into her mouth and closed it, watching my actions keenly.

I flipped a switch on the side and it magnified close enough to see DNA samples. It took a moment, but I counted a total of twenty-four DNA samples. Exactly the amount I need. I had the microscopic glasses vanish and absorbed the saliva into my hand.

I want to look like Twilight Sparkle.

My bone structure was rearranging inside of me, along with my organs (thank God I can’t feel pain), to the point where I couldn’t keep my balance on two legs, so I went on all fours. The shifting inside me went on for a few minutes before I felt my head begin to change.

My face grew outward, my ears went upward, and my eyes grew bigger. Another couple of minutes passed, and then I felt the changes stop. I still felt my clothes on me, but they felt differently than how they did moments ago.

I tried to walk, but I wasn’t used to having hooves for feet, and I fell onto my face after my first three steps.

“You are so fascinating!” Twilight exclaimed. “How are you able to do that?!”

“If you mean fall on my face,” I remarked, attempting to stand up, but only fell back down to the floor, “like that.” This time when I spoke, it wasn’t my voice that was coming out, but instead Twilight’s.

Twilight gave a short laugh. “No, silly, I meant how are you able to alter your appearance at will?”

“I can’t really explain it,” I said, standing up shakily. “I just think what I want and it just happens.”

“So are you saying that your abilities are connected to your mind?” Spike said.

“Yes, that’s how I’m able to do anything I want.”

I started to walk slowly and more carefully around the room while Spike and Twilight both watched me, and I didn’t collapse yet! Right when I thought I was getting the hang of it, I fell directly onto my face again.

Screw this.

I want to be able to walk easily.

This time when I got up, I was able to walk with no difficulty. If I were to describe it, the closest thing I can compare it to was that it felt like I was crawling like an infant. I reached behind my shoulders and pulled my hood over my eyes. Since these are Twilight’s eyes, I couldn’t see through them. I closed my eyes for a moment, thought “I want to be able to see through my hood”, and opened them back up. I was able to see as though there was no hood at all. I conjured a mirror and stood in front of it.

Looking back at me was Twilight Sparkle, wearing a hood over her head and horn. Behind me stood the original Twilight Sparkle, and at her side was Spike. I focused my attention back onto myself.

It’s time to make some changes.

I changed my mane style to resemble my own (where it was hidden underneath my hood) and my tail to match it. I like the color purple, so I just made my fur color a teeny bit darker than Twilight’s.

I turned a little to the side and focused on the cutie mark. What picture would best describe me? Maybe a ball of purple flames could represent me? No, no, that would represent my powers, not actually ME. Well, the only thing that differs me from others is my abilities, so I’ll decide on that.

After the final change was made, I had the mirror vanish and I turned to face Twilight and Spike.

“Well, what do you think?” I said. Twilight’s voice still came out of my mouth, so I cleared my throat, had my voice go back to normal, and tried again.

“Well, what do you think?” I said in my own voice.

“You are truly the most fascinating creature in existence…” Twilight said. Spike didn’t say a word; he just stood there with his jaw hanging open.

“I’d like to thank you again, Twilight, for letting me borrow your DNA,” I appreciated.

Twilight nodded and said “If you’re going to be walking around Ponyville, you’re going to need a story in case anypony asks how you got here.”

“Don’t worry, I’m a quick thinker,” I assured. “If anyone brings it up, I’ll explain everything.

I walked over to the door so I could get to walk around town, but I felt like something was wrong, so I turned my head around. Twilight was still in the same spot.

“Are we leaving or not?” I said.

“Oh yeah, but are you sure you want to be going out like that?” Twilight asked, walking over to me. “Because I’m pretty sure that a mare with a colt’s voice isn’t very normal around here.”

Spike laughed loudly in the back.

“Oh, uh, right…”

I want to change my gender to a male.

Not a thing changed.

“I think I’m going to need DNA from a male…” I said awkwardly. “But in the meantime I’ll just pass around as a girl.”

I altered my appearance slightly so my mane was longer, and I changed my voice back to match Twilight’s.

“I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your voice,” I said, opening the front door.

Twilight giggled. “Not at all, but I’m sure somepony will notice.”

“Like I said; I’m a quick thinker.”

I walked outside the door, and my eyes immediately fell upon a light-gold horse with cyan eyes and a long, pink mane. The horse shrieked and fell backwards.

“Hello Fluttershy,” Twilight said, squeezing between me and the doorway to get outside.

Fluttershy looked frightened from me to Twilight, back to me, and back to Twilight.

“I’m Christina,” I said, holding out a hoof, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I had always used the name “Christina” whenever I passed on as a female, because it was still close to my own name, which I liked very much.

Fluttershy pressed her hoof against mine very softly and moved it up and down gently before retreating.

“Did you need something, Fluttershy?” Twilight asked.

Fluttershy stood up back onto her feet and said “Well, um, yes I did. I was wondering if you had a book about taking care of snakes.” Her voice was very soft and polite. “You see, a new snake slithered into my cottage and it hasn’t really moved since. I’m not sure if it’s sick or…or…”

“I’ve got just the thing,” Twilight interrupted, her horn glowing. A few seconds after, a book glowing the same color zoomed in front of Twilight.

“Backyard Safari; Volume IV; Snakes and Raccoons,” she read aloud.

Fluttershy brought a small smile to her face at the sight of the book. “Thank you, Twilight,” she said, grabbing the book with her maw, causing it to cease glowing.

“My pleasure,” Twilight responded, bowing.

Fluttershy turned around, spread wings that I hadn’t noticed before, and took off.

“You didn’t tell me there were horses with wings around here!” I said.

“Hey! ‘Horse’ is not a polite word to call someone,” Twilight told me. “And yes, there are many ponies with wings, horns, and even ponies without either of them.”

“So they have regular ‘ponies’, ‘ponies’ with wings, and unicorns all running around this town?” I said, confused.

“Yes, there are. And for your information; the winged ponies are called pegasai.”

“Pegasai?”

“It’s the plural for pegasus.”

So pegasus is a species now, and not a Greek myth?

Where the living hell is this place?

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to all of my friends,” Twilight said, leading the way. I followed.

We walked around town for a while, and Twilight was not kidding; there are unicorns, pegasai, and normal ponies everywhere. Each and every one was a different color, had a different mane style, and had a different cutie mark.

I’m noticing as we’re walking round town that most of the regular ponies have horseshoe or foot-related marks, unicorns mainly have astronomical symbols, and most pegasai have weather-related marks.

I wonder how they all get their cutie marks…

“Oh look!” Twilight said out of nowhere. “There’s Pinkie Pie over there, let’s go meet her!”

Twilight attempted to pull me with her magic as she ran off, but I wasn’t affected; I’m immune to any kind of unwanted actions against my body. I tried to keep up with Twilight, but having these new legs prevented me from going very fast.

“HEY PINKIE PIE!” Twilight yelled, still dashing.

A regular, bubblegum-pink pony with light blue eyes along with sky-blue and yellow balloons as a cutie mark had come into view. She had a light-red mane and tail that reminded me of cotton-candy. I knew Twilight was after this pink pony because it was the only one that had stopped to look at Twilight.

Twilight was running so fast that she didn’t have much time to stop, and had collided with Pinkie Pie head-on. By the time I had caught up with them both, Twilight was already standing up, rubbing her forehead while Pinkie Pie was rolling on the ground laughing.

“You were all just WOOOOOOMMM and I was just like-” Pinkie Pie made a surprised face. “-and then we were just all WABOOM! BLAM! KABOOSHHH!” Pinkie Pie continued to laugh uncontrollably.

Something tells me that she likes to talk a lot. Pinkie stood up onto her feet and looked at Twilight, although her eyes were pointed at me.

“Who’s your friend Twilight?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“This is Christina,” Twilight answered. “I wanted to introduce you. Christina this is Pinkie Pie.”

I held out my hoof for Pinkie, and she took it and shook it like crazy. Luckily it was only my leg that I allowed to be shaken.

“My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, but you can just call me Pinkie Pie!” the pink pony said, still shaking my leg.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said.

Pinkie stopped shaking my leg immediately and stared right at me.

“You sound a lot like Twilight…” Pinkie said, putting her face close to mine. “In fact, now that I notice, you kinda look like her to…”

I need to think fast.

“I get that a lot,” I said. “I’m actually not related to Twilight at all. I just came into town today.”

“But how come you sound exactly like Twilight?” Pinkie continued to stare where my eyes should be, and even flipped herself upside-down to see if she can see inside my hood.

“Do you mind taking off that hood?” Pinkie asked.

“Actually I do,” I answered. “See, I’m having a bad hair day, so I’m wearing this hood to cover it. I don’t like other pe-I mean ponies…to see my hair while it’s like this.”

Pinkie squinted her eyes in suspicion of me. I put my hoof to Pinkie’s neck, and she didn’t seem to care. It took a moment for me to catch any brain waves (meaning she isn’t as intelligent as Twilight) but I caught some shortly.

“I wonder why Christina’s voice sounds exactly like Twilight’s voice,” I heard. “I also wonder why her color is just a little darker than Twilight’s. Also why is she a unicorn just like Twilight? Is she related to Twilight? Could she be Twilight’s cousin? Maybe an evil clone of Twilight? Maybe I should ask Zecora about evil clones. Aw who am I kidding, she’s just another pony like anyone else! Who am I to change that?”

Pinkie flipped herself upright and I put my hoof back down.

“Nice meeting you!” Pinkie said, skipping off.

Twilight walked in front of me and said “She was getting suspicious. Nice thinking.”

“I’m three-thousand and eighty-nine years old,” I said, smiling, “you wouldn’t think that I would have learned some quick-thinking by now?” Twilight shook her head and began to lead me somewhere else through town.

“Who are we meeting now?” I asked as we were walking.

“We’re going to meet Rarity. She’s a unicorn too.”

Another unicorn? This might be interesting. Twilight and I walked through town, seeing some shops and plenty of ponies on our way to see Rarity.

“So where is Rarity’s house?” I asked.

“Oh she lives in her dress shop,” Twilight answered. “She loves making dresses for others, and especially on new ponies.”

Colorful horses that wear clothing, what else is new? Wait… “new ponies”?

“She better not make any for me. I was a female a few times, and I always hated wearing dresses. They’re so uncomfortable.”

Twilight giggled. “She might.”

We walked for another minute or so before reaching a fancy cylinder-like building with a sign that reads “Carousel Boutique”

.

“Lady’s first,” I said, opening the door for Twilight.

“Well, technically you’re a lady too,” Twilight remarked, walking inside. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling, and so I followed Twilight in.

“RARITY!” Twilight called.

As soon as I stepped inside, I was surrounded by clothing and mannequins everywhere. There were mirrors on many walls, and at one particularly big mirror was a small stand. This must be where Rarity measures ponies.

“Coming!” an elegant voice came from somewhere in the shop.

There was some rustling somewhere on the right of the shop, and a pure-white unicorn popped out from a clothing rack. Her mane was curly and colored indigo, she had blue-ish eyes and a very light-blue eye-shadow. As she was walking towards Twilight, I noticed that she had three light-blue diamonds as a cutie mark

“I apologize Twilight,” Rarity said, “I was just finishing up on a new dress I was making. You see, I-” She stopped speaking when her eyes reached me. I smiled.

“Hello, I’m-”

“Artistic!” Rarity interrupted. “That hood is like no other I’ve ever seen!” She came closer to observe the features of my clothing. “It appears to be a mixture of a vest and a cloak, and those LEGGINGS! Where did you ever find someone who could make a fabric like THAT?!”

“Um…myself,” I answered, not sure if I’m being offended or complimented.

“Wow! I never knew that such a mare like yourself could…wait, could you say that again?”

“Myself,” I repeated, slightly confused.

“You sound almost exactly like Twilight here! Twilight, say what…um…”

“Christina,” I answered for her.

“Yes, sorry about that. Could you please repeat what Christina said just now?”

“Myself,” Twilight said.

“You two DO sound alike! How strange!”

Great, now SHE’S starting to get suspicious.

“Yes, well, um…” Twilight cleared her throat. “I would like to introduce you to my new friend Christina. Christina, this is Rarity. She’s a fashion designer.”

“I noticed,” I said, motioning to one of the hundreds of racks of clothing.

“How about we get you fitted into something more decent looking?” Rarity said, her horn glowing blue and several dresses came flying near her, glowing the same color.

“I-I’m okay, thanks,” I said, backing away slightly.

“Oh don’t hesitate dear!” One of the dresses, colored daisy yellow and rose, flew over to me.

“I…don’t…want…” I was trying to fight the dress as it pulled itself onto me, but whenever I tried to pull at it, the dress always seemed to slip away.

After what seemed like ages of fighting (actually it was probably just a few minutes) I was wearing what looked like the most ridiculous thing on the planet.

“Why are you still wearing that hood, dear?” Rarity asked.

I had just noticed that my hood had managed to stay on underneath the dress, but my pants were not, and were lying on the ground (luckily, I could feel that my boxers managed to stay on).

“I-I’m having a bad hair day,” I said. “I don’t really want anypony seeing me like this.”

I can’t believe I said “anypony”. That sounds so ridiculous to say.

“Oh you need not to worry about that, darling. I can fix up your mane in no time!” Rarity had somehow called a hairbrush to join the levitating dresses when this was said.

“I…um…just like my hood. Yeah. I haven’t taken this thing off for a LONG time! It’s special to me,” I said quickly.

“Maybe Christina and I should go,” Twilight said.

“Is this dress important to you, or can you make a new one?” I asked.

“I’ve got plenty more exactly like that one, why must you ask?”

I ripped the dress off of me using my teeth in a heartbeat, sending two pieces into the air. Rarity stood frozen in the spot, her mouth hanging open, and all of the things she had suspended in midair fell to the floor with a small clatter. I used my telekinesis to have my pants fly back onto my hind legs (where they belonged) and I walked towards the door.

“Sorry about your dress,” I said. “Here’s something to make up for it.” I conjured a large diamond the size of a small golf ball behind my front legs, and then I rolled it over to Rarity’s feet.

“Good day.”

I opened the door for Twilight, but she stopped at the doorway. “You don’t make a lot of friends, do you?” she whispered.

I shook my head.

Twilight rolled her eyes with a smile and went outside, with me on her tail (metaphorically).

“So, where to next?” I asked.

“Sweet Apple Acres; Applejack’s farm,” Twilight answered.

We took a few turns through town, when we came across the town market. There were carts of fresh fruit and vegetables everywhere, and the clinging of coins could be heard from all around.

“So is this market here Applejack’s farm?” I remarked.

“No,” Twilight responded, “I just wanted to see if Applejack would be here selling apples.”

I followed Twilight around the market, mainly trying to keep up with her swift walking. Twilight’s head moved this way and that, looking for who-knows-what. I kept following, and because of Twilight moving so hurriedly, I wasn’t able to really notice any of my surroundings. All of a sudden Twilight stopped, causing me to ram into her, knocking us both down.

“Why’d you stop?” I said, getting up and brushing myself off.

“I thought I heard Applebloom,” Twilight said, getting up with a groan. “Applebloom is Applejack’s little sister,” she answered to my puzzled face. I stopped and listened as well.

“I can’t hear anything but the chatter of ponies everywhere,” I said.

“Listen more carefully”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

I want to hear nothing except for Twilight and Applebloom.

Suddenly, it seemed as though I had gone deaf. I couldn’t hear a thing.

“Apples! We got your freshly picked apples straight from Sweet Apple Acres! Only 3 bits each!”

It sounded as though a little girl around the age of seven or eight was talking, coming from what seemed like a few meters away to the left somewhere.

I want my hearing to return to normal.

Once my hearing came back, I tapped Twilight on the shoulder, having her head turn around to face me.

“They’re somewhere off to the left,” I said, motioning my head towards the direction I heard them from.

“Great! Come on!” Twilight jumped behind me and began to push, but no results came from her attempts.

“You do know that you can only alter the way I am if I allow you to, right?” I said. Twilight stopped pushing me at once.

“Oh, I was about to ask why you were so heavy,” she said. “You weren’t that heavy last night when I carried you to my bed.”

Twilight walked around me and zoomed off somewhere behind a small group of ponies that made me lose sight of her. I pushed my way past them, and my eyes fell upon Twilight talking to an orange pony with a blonde mane and tail, along with green eyes. She had three apples as a cutie mark, and was wearing a brown cowboy hat and an apron. Accompanying the orange pony was a very small, yellow-ish pony with a red mane, orange eyes, and a large light-red bow on her head. She didn’t have a cutie mark.

“You know, you really should wait for me, Twilight,” I said, walking up to the stand. “You’re lucky I’m not stupid enough to lose you easily.”

“Sorry Christina,” Twilight said, “I guess I got pretty excited to introduce you to my friends...”

“Uh, Twilight?” The orange pony said. “Do you mind introducing us to your new friend?”

“Oh! Uh, this is my friend Christina.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said, holding a hoof out. The orange pony pressed her hoof against mine and moved it up and down.

“Nice to meet you too, Christina,” she said. She had some kind of southern accent that I couldn’t recognize. “You sound a lot like Twilight here. Anyways, I’m Applejack. How would you like an apple straight from Sweet Apple Acres? They’re freshly picked!”

“Sure,” I said.

I don’t feel like eating right now, but I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings by denying it. Applejack reached her hoof into the cart and pulled out a large red apple.

“That’ll be three bits,” she said.

I have no idea what the hell a bit is, but I want three of them to be on my back.

“Here you go,” I said, turning to the side.

The little pony jumped up and pulled the “bits” off of my back, and Applejack handed me the apple. I took it with my mouth (I’m afraid I would drop it without fingers) from Applejack’s hoof. The skin already tasted sweet against my tongue.

“Thank you for doing business with us,” the little pony said.

I saw her put three little gold coins in a small jar that was next to the wheel of the cart. I began to drool a little from the apple being in my mouth.

I want the apple I’m holding to go into my jeans pocket, without being harmed.

The apple burst into purple flames for a fraction of a second, and then nothing was in my mouth but saliva and air, so I closed it.

“Magic,” I said, answering all three bewildered faces. “Don’t worry; I’m just saving the apple for later.”

Applejack blinked. “That’s some of the strangest magic I had ever laid eyes on,” she said.

“Yeah, mine’s a bit unusual around here,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “But it’s quite normal where I’m from.”

Why did I say that? Now they’re gonna ask-

“Where’re you from, anyway?” the little pony asked.

“You’re Applebloom, right?” I said, trying to stay off-topic.

“Yes I am,” Applebloom responded, puffing her chest out a little.

“I couldn’t help but notice,” I said, getting lower to reach Applebloom’s height, “why is it you don’t have your cutie mark?”

“I haven’t gotten mine yet, but me and the other Cutie Mark Crusaders are determined to get our Cutie Marks, no matter what it takes!” Applebloom stood proudly in place, having her hoof in the air.

“Well with that spirit, I’m sure you’ll get yours in no time,” I said, messing up Applebloom’s mane and standing back up to normal height (or, at least, pony height)

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you two,” I said, turning to Twilight. “Ready to go?” I asked.

“If you’re ready, we can see if we can find Rainbow Dash,” she said.

Twilight turned and started walking. I gave Applejack and Applebloom one last nod before following. Twilight led me all around town, through alleys and main streets, mainly looking skyward as she walked. I have a feeling that Rainbow Dash has wings. We were walking for what felt like hours (possibly minutes again), when Twilight stopped (this time I didn’t collide with her) and gave a sigh.

“I guess Rainbow’s off somewhere practicing for Wonderbolt tryouts,” she said, sounding depressed.

“Why so down?” I asked, walking over to Twilights side.

“I just wanted for all of my friends to meet you, so they can get comfortable around you when you go back to how you really are.”

“Why would you want to show your friends what I really look like?” I said, trying to keep my voice down.

“Because you’re the most fascinating thing in existence, Christina,” she said.

I was about to correct her, saying that my name is really Christian, but someone had yelled “TWILIGHT!”

A sky-blue pegasus with a rough, rainbow-colored mane and tail along with purple eyes landed in front of us. She had a cloud and a rainbow colored lightning bolt as a cutie mark.

“Sup Twilight,” she said. “Who’s your friend?”

“I assume you’re Rainbow Dash?” I said.

“Yes I am! Has Twilight here been telling you all about me? Because-”

“No, she hasn’t,” I interrupted. I could tell by the tone of Rainbow Dash’s voice that she liked to talk a lot about herself.

“I’m Christina. Nice to meet you.” I held out my hoof for her to shake like the others, but she didn’t take it.

“You sound a lot like Twilight…” Rainbow Dash said, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Why is it everyone is asking that?” I said to Twilight, putting my hoof back on the ground.

“Probably because you do,” she answered.

“You DO. Are you two related or something?” Rainbow Dash said.

“No, we are not related,” I said. “I just came into town today.”

“Well, now that I notice, you look a lot like Twilight too.”

“Look,” I said, sounding serious, “I am tired of everyone saying that I look and sound like Twilight, okay? I am not her sister. I am not her cousin. I am her friend. That is all. Got it?”

“Okay. Jeez, I was just messing with you,” Dash said, rolling her eyes.

“Why is it you’re called ‘Rainbow Dash’ anyway?” I asked. “It sounds like you ought to be running everywhere.”

“Actually I fly everywhere,” Dash corrected. “And I’ll show you why I’m called ‘Rainbow Dash’.”

She took off into the sky instantly, flying this way and that, doing flips, stunts and other moves I can’t even watch fast enough to describe. After it was over, Rainbow Dash landed back in front of us.

“That was ten seconds,” she said, standing proudly, “and I did twenty laps around three clouds, ten flips, and eleven twirls.”

“Eh, I’ve seen faster,” I said. If you count seeing myself go faster, then yeah, I’m being honest.

“Really? Like WHO?” Rainbow Dash said, pressing her head against mine, trying to push me back.

“I can go faster; the only thing is I can’t fly, so I can’t prove it.”

Dash pulled her head back, since her attempts to push me down failed.

“How about a race?” she said. “Tomorrow, at Sweet Apple Acres. Sunset. See you there.” Rainbow Dash took off into the sky before I could say another word.

“Do you know how much trouble you’re gonna be in?” Twilight said. “You can’t beat her!”

“Actually I can,” I said, rotating myself to face her. “I’m able to make myself as fast as I want. Additionally; I can slow down and even stop time.”

“You can WHAT?!” Twilight gasped.

“Yes, I can control time flow,” I said. “But I can only control myself and anything I’m holding. It’s no big deal, really.”

“Of COURSE it’s a big deal! YOU CAN CONTROL TIME!”

“Quiet down!” I said. “You’ll attract attention!”

“Oh, sorry…” Twilight whispered.

Let’s get back on subject…

“So, is that everyone?” I asked. “Or do you have another fifty dozen friends you would like to introduce me to?”

“That’s all,” she said, smiling slightly. “Come on, let’s go home.” Twilight led the way once more, this time taking me back familiar routes through the town, and we eventually reached an enormous tree with windows, a front door, and a balcony. There was a sign outside with a picture of a book that said “Library”. I never noticed what Twilight’s house really looked like until now. I rushed in front of her and opened the door for her once again before she could get it herself.

“You are very kind,” she said, walking inside, with me following.

As soon as the door closed, I pulled my hood down and changed back into my normal form, which was a lot faster than turning into Twilight’s duplicate.

“Good to be home,” I said, falling face-first onto the floor for no apparent reason.

“This IS an interesting creature, Twilight.”

I stood back up instantly (with a little help from my levitation ability) and looked where the voice had come from. Standing on the edge of Twilight’s room was a tall, dark blue unicorn (with wings, for some reason). She had a mane and tail that was swooshing without any wind-flow in the house that reminded me a lot of the starry-night sky. Her eyes were cyan, and she had a crescent moon on a black background for a cutie mark. She was wearing a black crown, a black necklace (I think that’s what it is), and silver-ish slippers.

“My sister apologizes for not being able to be here to witness such a creature, Twilight Sparkle,” she said, “but she had urgent matters to attend to down in Canterlot.” The tall pony continued staring down in awe at me. I was speechless.

“Uh…Christian,” Twilight said, “this is Princess Luna. Princess Luna, this is Christian Gordon.”

“It’s a nobility to meet you, Christian Gordon,” Luna said, flying slowly and gently down into the library.

“Well, I-I’m kind of speechless right now, your majesty,” I said. “If you’re expecting something extraordinary to happen-“

“Something extraordinary IS happening, Christian Gordon,” Luna interrupted. “You, standing here, is enough to be extraordinary.”

Well, I never thought about it like that.

“I meant for me to be like shooting fireballs or make hundreds of coins and make them disappear or something. I'm not used to showing off my abilities.”

“Well, no need to,” she said. “A creature like yourself that has intelligence like a pony, AND being able to speak! That is enough to astound me!”

I’m not sure if I should be offended that I’m being referred to as an animal, or be honored that I’m impressing royalty.

“There isn’t really much else to see than to see me talk,” I said, conjuring a soft leather office chair and sitting in it. “What is it you want to know about me? Or what is it you’re expecting from me?”

“I am here to observe what Twilight has described in her letter,” Luna answered. “And you had just proven that you are, indeed, able to create objects out of nothing!”

“That doesn’t really answer my question.”

“Twilight had said in her letter that you are three-thousand and eighty-nine years old. Is that true?”

“Yes it is.”

“I am amazed! Neither I nor my sister have aged that long! Is it possible you were alive before Equestria?”

“Actually, if Equestria is this world you’re referring to, I’m from a different world,” I said. “Twilight had accidently summoned me, and that I’m supposed to be a ‘demon’ according to her book.”

“Well you certainly don’t look like any demon that I have heard about,” Luna said, scanning my features. “Most demons have horns and claws, and are usually much larger, according to legends.”

“I have a question, your majesty…” Twilight said.

“And what would that be, Twilight Sparkle?” Luna responded, not taking her eyes off of me.

“Did you see Christian change when he walked in?”

“Why yes I did!”

Crap.

“I am astonished that Christian Gordon is able to revolutionize his physical form to modify his appearance at will!”

“How did you know it was at will?” I asked. “Twilight didn’t know that I could change my form or control time until after she sent that letter this morning.”

“You are able to direct time?!” Luna exclaimed.

“Yes, that’s why my age is how it is. I had gone back in time after my world had ended so I could see the beginning again from a different location.”

“You are indeed correct, Twilight Sparkle; Christian Gordon IS, in fact, the most remarkable creature Equestria has ever known!"

If the princess has been spreading the word about me, I’m going to have to live my life in solitude. I’m not going to have half of the planet following me everywhere so they can goggle at me like a zoo animal (which I’m probably considered as in Equestria).

“Excuse me princess, might I make a request?” I said.

“Anything.”

“Could you please not be spreading the word about me? I really don’t want hundreds of ponies following me everywhere so they can ‘see if the legendary Christian Gordon is real’ or ‘see if they can touch me’. Although I am, I don’t want to be treated as an outsider in this world.”

“You need not to worry, Christian,” Luna said, “you will not be spoken of to anypony except for Twilight Sparkle and my sister.”

“I appreciate your decision,” I said. “I’ve always been trying to keep my abilities a secret from civilization; otherwise I would be surrounded by hundreds of people wherever I go, asking me to make them money so they’ll be rich, if they can get a picture with me or something like that.”

Luna gave a small chuckle. “As I said previously, you need not to worry; you are a secret to all of Equestria, unless you say otherwise.”

“I won’t,” I said firmly.

“Very well, then,” Luna said.

She turned and faced Twilight. “Twilight Sparkle, I would like you to write regular reports of being with Christian. My sister and I are very interested with him.”

“I will, your majesty,” Twilight answered, bowing.

“I shall be on my way. Farewell!”

Luna walked over to the front door and opened it, stepped outside, spread her wings and took off into the sky. I used my telekinesis to shut the door as fast as I could.

“Sorry for the surprise visit,” Twilight said, walking in front of me. “I just wrote a letter to Princess Celestia telling her all about you. I was so excited that a one-of-a-kind creature had appeared in my house that I just HAD to tell somepony.”

“Well don’t go inviting everyone to come and have a look at me,” I said. “I’m not an animal to come and goggle at.”

“I know that,” Twilight said, “I just didn’t know at the time that you didn’t like to be talked about that often.”

I stood up and made the chair disappear. Feeling tired, I teleported myself to Twilight’s bed, lying down.

“I’m feeling a bit tired, I hope you don’t mind if I take a nap,” I called.

“Not at all,” Twilight answered from downstairs.

I didn't mess up Twilight’s sheets because I wasn't very cold, so I just slept on top of the neatly made bed. I felt a lump on the side of my leg, so I reached inside my pocket and pulled out the apple that Applejack sold me. I conjured a nightstand next to the bed and put the apple on top of it. My eyes began to droop, and I fell asleep within seconds.

When I woke up, I could feel something rubbing against my feet. I looked over and saw that Twilight was lying at the foot of the bed reading.

“What time is it?” I asked, sitting up and stretching.

Twilight looked over at her wall, then responded by saying “It’s half past eleven.”

I stood up on my feet and stretched my legs.

“How long have I been sleeping?” I asked.

“Maybe three or four hours,” she said.

I sat down on the bed next to Twilight, looking at the book she was reading.

It had some of the most bizarre symbols I've ever seen.

“What do those symbols mean?” I asked.

“The first one represents salt,” Twilight explained. “The second one represents olive oil, and the third symbol represents vinegar.

“So you’re looking at ingredients?”

“For a potion, yes. I’ve been studying demons while you were asleep to see if there might be any way to send you back, but I couldn’t find one. But this specific potion that I’m looking at should help prevent the side effect from when you were summoned.”

“What side effect?” I asked.

“After a demon is summoned, it becomes sleepy at random moments in time for a few months. I noticed that it’s been happening with you too.”

So that explains why I’ve been falling asleep so fast.

“I just need to find these ingredients, mix them together, and then cast a spell on it. You’ll go back to normal after you drink it.”

“Why do you need to find them, if I can just make them for you?” I said, conjuring three small containers of the ingredients Twilight mentioned in a neat line in front of me.

“That’s pretty much what I meant,” she responded, smiling and rotating to face the containers.

“Do you need a pot or something to put them in?” I asked.

“No, no, I don’t need one.”

Twilight had the containers of olive oil and vinegar levitate, then she had them pour themselves into the container of salt. I conjured a mixing spoon and offered it to Twilight, where she happily took it. Twilight put the spoon in the mixture, began to mix it in a clockwise direction for thirty seconds exactly, then she started rotating it counterclockwise for the same amount of time. Once she was done mixing, I was expecting her to start chanting or saying nonsense or something, but all that

happened was that her horn glowed brighter than normal for a second, and then the mixture began to give off a yellow aura.

“All done,” she said.

I made the empty containers of olive oil, vinegar, and the mixing spoon vanish, then I picked up the mixture and observed it. There wasn't any hint of any of the three ingredients within it anymore. Instead it was just a green gooey liquid giving off a yellow aura that smelled like over-aged plasma (discovered during the construction of the E.O.A.L.).

“Are you sure that it doesn't taste disgusting?” I asked uncertainly.

“I never said that,” Twilight said.

I don’t want to be able to taste or smell anything until after I drink this unusual mixture.

As soon as the scent of the future had faded away, I had my hood put itself on me (so I had a mouth again) and quickly gulped down the mixture. Once I every last drop was in my stomach, I regained my sense of smell and had an aftertaste of what can relate to the fizzy taste of a soda.

“It takes about fifteen minutes to take effect,” Twilight said.

“Thank you again for going through this trouble for me,” I appreciated, having the last container vanish. “Out of all the people I have met in my life, none would have done all of this for me.”

“It’s no problem at all,” she said. “A friend is always there when another needs them. I hope you’ll do the same.”

“I’ll try my best,” I said. “I don’t magically know that you need advice with your boyfriend or that you broke your leg or that you’re sick, so you need to tell me some of these things if you want me to be able to help.”

“Well, I see a few flaws in that explanation of yours,” Twilight said, smiling. “First of all; I’m single, and I’m not looking for a relationship just yet. Second; I don’t do stupid and dangerous stunts like Rainbow Dash that has a chance of killing me. Finally; you should already know if I’m sick. You live with me.” I gave a short chuckle at her words.

We sat in silence for a moment or two. I didn’t want to break it first, and I assume Twilight didn’t either, so neither of us spoke. It seemed a little awkward because we aren’t doing anything.

“How is it being a librarian?” I asked. “Do you read a lot?”

“Oh of course I do!” Twilight said, glad that I said something. “I LOVE reading! That’s why I live in the library, so I can either read or give somepony an interesting book at any time.”

“Is that how you met your friends?” I asked. “They came here looking for books?”

“No, I didn’t meet them like that,” she said. “They don’t really come here that often to borrow any books, especially Rainbow Dash. I haven’t EVER seen her with a book in her hooves.”

“Then how did you meet them?” I wondered.

“Well, it all started with me arriving in Ponyville. I was supposed to supervise the preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration held in Ponyville with Spike, along with the task of making some friends. At the time, I wasn’t interested in making friends, but instead I was focused on the return of Night Mare Moon.”

“Who is Nightmare Moon?” I asked.

“Basically Night Mare Moon was Princess Luna when she was evil, sort of. Anyway, I went to check up on the food for the festival first. I saw Applejack kicking a tree to harvest its apples. I introduced myself, and Applejack introduces me to the Apple Family. I saw that the food was handled, so I was about to leave, but Applebloom asked me to stay for brunch. I said no, and everypony groaned. I didn’t want to make anyone feel bad, so I said I would stay. I don’t think I have ever eaten more in my life. At any rate that’s how I met Applejack.”

“So they used peer pressure to have you fill your stomach until it was ready to burst?”

“Yep. And so Spike and I were walking down a path, when Spike mentions that Rainbow Dash should be clearing the skies, and a quick look told me she hasn’t done a great job. Then out of NOWHERE Rainbow Dash crashes into me, sending us into a mud puddle.”

“You and Spike, or you and Rainbow Dash?

“Me and Rainbow Dash. Afterwards Rainbow apologizes and washes me off with rainwater. She realized I was soaking wet and tried to dry me off with a small twister, which frizzled my mane and tail.”

“And is that how you met her?”

“I’m not done. After Rainbow Dash and Spike where done laughing at me, I said I was supposed to be checking on the weather. Rainbow Dash procrastinated by saying she can take care of the clouds in ten seconds. I dared her to prove it, and she did. After I was left with my jaw hanging open, she invited me to hang out sometime.”

“Rainbow Dash seems like she thinks she can do anything, from what I’ve heard,” I remarked.

“She does,” Twilight replied with a smirk.  “After Rainbow Dash left, we went to the town hall to check on the decorations. Once we were inside, Spike falls in love with Rarity, and Rarity saw my mane. She took me to her boutique and dressed me up and everything, then after she went off to change the jewels on my dress, I escaped. Luckily she didn’t come looking for me, so Spike and I went to go and check on the last thing on the list; music.”

“You must have been glad.”

“You bet I was. Once we found where the music was taking place, I found that Fluttershy was orchestrating a bird choir, and she told one of the birds politely and quietly that he was a teeny bit off. I said hello kind of louder than I expected, scaring away the birds.”

“You are so cruel,” I said sarcastically.

Twilight ignored me and went on. “I apologized severely and complimented on her music, but she didn’t say anything. I asked for her name, but she didn’t speak loud enough. I stated that the music was under control and turned to leave, but Fluttershy saw Spike riding on my back and knocked me down, holding Spike and said she ‘never saw a baby dragon before’.  I got up and put Spike on my back again with my magic and begun to leave, but Fluttershy followed to talk with Spike, introducing herself loudly so I actually heard her name, and listened to everything Spike had to say about his entire life.”

“Must have been a long walk to talk about his whole life.”

“Trust me, it was. Eventually we reached the library. I made up an excuse to have Fluttershy leave, and before Fluttershy made up an excuse to stay, I went inside with Spike.

“He complained about me being rude, and I apologized and told him that I needed to be alone to study about Night Mare Moon.”

“Sounded like you preferred to be with your books at the time than with friends.”

“I did. And just to my luck the lights flicked on and I was surrounded by dozens of ponies yelling ‘surprise!’ Turns out Pinkie Pie planned a surprise welcome party for me. She was talking so much I could barely get a word in.”

“And is that how you met everyone?” I wondered.

“A few minor events after helped us get to know each other a little, but yeah, that’s how I met them,” Twilight confirmed.

A sudden knock on the door had Twilight and I jump. I reacted by pulling off my hood, morphing into Christina, and pulling it back on. Twilight walked over to the left end of the room where the stairs are located, and descended down them. I went over to the edge of Twilight’s room and lied down, watching. Twilight reached the door and opened it with her horn’s magic.

Waiting at the entrance was Fluttershy, carrying the book that she had borrowed earlier under her folded wing.

“Here’s your book back Twilight,” she said, grabbing the book from her wing with her teeth. “I hope I didn’t have it for too long.”

“You only had it for a few hours, it’s no big deal,” Twilight said, taking the book magically and putting it on one of the shelves. “What was wrong with the snake?”

“It turns out it was just a little sick from eating too many mushrooms.”

Okay, why is it that a snake can eat wild mushrooms here and only get sick, but when a human or any other animal eats wild mushrooms they have a chance of dying?

“Thanks again for letting me borrow the book, Twilight,” Fluttershy said. “It was really helpful.”

“It was my pleasure,” Twilight said. “If you ever need anything else, you can always come to me or to Christina.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She turned around and took off into the sky. Twilight closed the door behind her.

“You can change back now,” Twilight called.

I was already back in human form the instant the door latched shut.

“So is Fluttershy a vet or something?” I asked.

“No, but she does love animals. She takes really good cares of them.”

“Which type of animals?”

“All of them!”

Interesting. A yellow pegasus with pink hair and three butterflies on her thigh that takes care of animals. That’s something you don’t see every day. Twilight came back up the stairs with a book, sat on her bed again, and started reading. I didn’t have anything to do, so I used my telekinesis to pull a random book out of one of Twilight’s shelves. It was a very large, brown book. On the front it had a golden picture of a unicorn’s head. I opened it up, and it turned out to be a very large comic with captions everywhere.

Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria, there were two regal sisters who ruled together, and created harmony for all the land. To do this, the eldest used her unicorn powers to raise the sun at dawn; the younger brought out the moon to begin the night.

Thus, the two sisters maintained balance for their kingdom and their subjects, all the different types of ponies. But as time went on, the younger sister became resentful. The ponies relished and played in the day her elder sister brought forth, but shunned and slept through her beautiful night.

One fateful day, the younger unicorn refused to lower the moon to make way for the dawn. The elder sister tried to reason with her, but the bitterness in the young one's heart had transformed her into a wicked mare of darkness: Nightmare Moon. She vowed that she would shroud the land in eternal night.

Reluctantly, the elder sister harnessed the most powerful magic known to ponydom: the Elements of Harmony. Using the magic of the Elements of Harmony, she defeated her younger sister, and banished her permanently in the moon. The elder sister took on responsibility for both sun and moon, and harmony has been maintained in Equestria for generations since.

“That book is a bit out of date,” Twilight spoke. Apparently she was watching me read, because her body was entirely facing me and her book was shut. “Nightmare Moon was defeated by me and my friends using the Elements of Harmony, and she turned back into Princess Luna.”

“I didn't know you and your friends could do that sort of thing,” I said.

“In fact we did it twice. The first time we used it on Nightmare Moon, and the second time we used it on Discord; the God of Chaos.”

“By chaos do you mean chaos as in trouble and mischief, or is chaos a civilization?” I asked.

Depending on what I've learned so far about this world, nothing is really surprising anymore.

“I mean he causes nothing but tomfoolery. He would have buildings levitate upside down; he changes the road to soap; he even has cotton candy clouds that rain chocolate!”

“Sounds like he has a few laughs,” I said.

“Yeah, but he had his last when we turned him back into stone.”

”Wait… if Discord is frozen in stone right now, then how come Luna isn’t?” I wondered.

“The elements of harmony don’t only turn things into stone, Christina…I-I mean Christian.” Twilight responded, swishing her tail nervously. “They use the elements of Loyalty, Laughter, Honesty, Kindness, Generosity, and Magic to return them to their original state, when they were good or when they were safe from doing any harm.” Twilight stood up off of the bed and walked over to the stairs.

My legs need stretching all of a sudden.

“I feel like taking a walk suddenly. Want to come?”

“Sure,” I said, changing into Christina. “I’m not doing anything right now.”