Just a bit of AN before we begin, thanks.

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Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue.

Twilight Sparkle looked around the inside of the library and breathed in slowly, happy to be there. The Canterlot Royal Archives was a extensive underground labyrinthine collection of shelves, on each one was placed an innumerable amount of scrolls, books, tomes, journals, compendiums, dictionaries, atlases, encyclopedias and the occasional manila folder. Every now and then the maze of shelves would be broken by artifacts, each of which would be surrounded by the required tools and scriptures required to understand its significance.

She trotted towards one of these now. She had memorized its location by heart since Princess Celestia had shown her the pegasus-eye view of the library. Every 20 feet the gloom would be broken by immaculate pairs of brilliant white orbs of energy that seemed to cast no shadow, due to the careful placement of the spheres by the library’s caretakers. She seemed to recall that, according to myth, there had been a tiny creature living in the shadows of the library some eight-hundred years ago.

She shivered quietly in the Archive’s cold, berating herself for reading more of that silly book “The Many Creatures of the Known Universe and Equestria” earlier that day. “Stupid ghost stories” she muttered. The object of her search was now before her, in all its unexplainable majesty.

It was the newest addition to the archives. This artifact alone had its own guards, to whom she nodded to before she approached. It also had the largest stack of papers and literature related to it. She remembered the words Princess Celestia had spoken to her before she had ventured into the deeps.

“Now, Twilight” she had said, “I am sure you know about the anomaly we have currently in the Archives.” She sniffed with displeasure. “Not a single pony has been able to make sense of how it is opened, its use, and who made it. More importantly, who owns it currently. We found it a couple days ago near your current place of study. It seems to have no exterior mode of movement, and no marks were made in the surrounding soil.” Twilight had nodded. She had heard the gossip about the strange object in her monthly visit to Cantelot. “There are also legends and writings throughout history, dating back to our earliest predecessors, about this. It seems to be an important piece in history. When there is trouble, it is there.”

“But Celestia,” she had said, suddenly disquieted. “Our greatest spellcasters have tried to answer the questions you have, but to no avail. Why me, then?” Celestia had smiled at that.

“Because I think you’re greater than the lot of them.”

She looked at the nearest one and smiled. “The Legend of the Blue Box” it read. She smiled. Perhaps now she could make some headway by reading the old legends.

It was just then that she heard a bone chilling scream.

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~Earlier that day~

The Doctor was not happy. “I could have sworn I had left the TARDIS here!” He scowled. In the middle of what the ponies called the Everfree Forest. There were patches of torn-up soil that most certainly were involved. Great, He thought. I just regenerated into a quadruped and now some joker up and stole my TARDIS. No, he was not happy at all.

He had recently gone into the town nearby to learn about his present predicament. He had asked about the current events, for he remembered all to well that while he could control where the TARDIS took him, it was usually the other way around; it would take him where he was needed. The houses were vibrant in their hues and the happy pony faces passed him by without the slightest glance. There he learned that this land-or planet? He was not sure- was called Equestria, that the town was Ponyville, and the capitol was named Canterlot. And so he left and went back to his TARDIS. It had vansished.

And that led him to his present predicament. From what he saw, it was socially acceptable to go without clothes on this planet. So he trotted along the path made by the torn-up earth.

“Is this how time normally passes?” He said out loud. “Reeeeeealy slowly. In the right…order?” It had been midday when the sun was going down, and now the moon was peeking its way over the horizon. He wondered what planet he was on. It was certainly nowhere he had been before. Somehow he had the feeling that he had forgotten something important. Shrugging, he decided to let it pass.

In the distance as the moon reached its apex in the starry sky
He saw something white on a mountainside. He blinked, and it came into focus. A massive castle hung impossibly over the side of a cliff face. “Huh. Do physics work differently here? I wonder if I’m in a different universe.” He laughed. “I really do have to stop talking to myself.”

He wondered if he would meet Rose.

So it was that he entered Canterlot, in all its majesty, through the main street, and as an incredible fatigue set suddenly over his shoulders, and for the first time in what he felt was several days, he laid himself to sleep out of sight.

* * * * * * * * *

“Ow. Stop that.” He said. He was rewarded with another dig between the ribs.

“State your name” a cold voice growled. He rose up from the alleyway he had slept the night in and looked the stallion in his face.

“I’m the doctor.” He said. Remembering what he had learnt in the town-Ponyville, the name was- “You must be a guard of her Royal Highness.” He said, seeing the sun/moon emblem on his breastplate.

“You guessed correctly.” The guard said. “Why are you out after curfew?”

Ah. Curfew, he thought. As the experienced liar he was, he knew when it was the right time to do the exact opposite.

“Well, you might think I’m crazy, but I’m looking for a blue box that fell from the sky a good long ways over in that direction. And he pointed towards the Everfree he had originally crashed in.

A flicker of recognition and something else, a pair of emotions he could not identify, sparked in the guard’s eyes.

“I don’t know about falling, but I do know that there’s someone who would very much like to hear your story. You’re coming with me, kid.”

He laughed inside as he was called ‘kid’. Jaded as this warrior may be, he was over a thousand years old, and doubted anyone else in this Equestria could claim that much. Do I really look that young? He thought to himself.

The guard looked back at him, showing the same two emotions he had earlier seen. Then he realized he had accidentally given voice to his thoughts. “Oops,” He said. I sometimes think out loud.”

It was only when they had come before a majestic white hall, complete with a sun engraved on the left of the door, the moon on the left, the moon on its opposite, that he pinpointed the adjectives he wracked his brains for.

Awe and Fear.

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