I didn't think at that point that I could have been any more happy. I mean, I had the one thing that meant the most to me, back in my life....

I mean, seriously, how would you feel if you were thrust into a place where you lost that one special thing that made you feel good, made you feel special, in ways that you could never describe, just made you happy? What would you feel like if you made to feel like it was impossible to get that special something back? Then, all of a sudden, you got it back in one fateful moment. That was how I felt at the time. Music was to me like the portal gun to the Portal series. Bad analogy, I know, but it's true. Music made me who I was. I quite literally function without music for too long. I was music, and it was me. Having music back made me more happier than I ever could have thought of.

I just wish it wasn't just me and the changeling to witness this..... Wait a second.

"Hey, why did you say you were here?" I asked the changeling.

"I am here on orders." she said. "I was told to help you out with whatever you want."

"Um. O-okay." I stammered. "Do you have a name? Something I can call you?"

"......No........" she said softly.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked. "I didn't quite catch that."

"No, I don't have a name." she said, this time a bit louder.

"I still couldn't hear that. What?"

"I don't have a name, okay!" she screamed at me. "We only get names by either training to be an infiltrator or proving our worth."

"I-I'm sorry." I said. "I didn't know....."

"It's okay." she said. "You are an outsider, after all."

"I don't get something though." I said. "Why do you changelings not get names unless you've proven your worth? Why not just a name when you're born?"

"I don't know." she said. "It's been like that for a while now."

"Well, that's not right." I said. "I think it needs to be changed. From now on, I'm giving you a name."

"W-what?!" she said very excitedly. "You would do that?"

"Well, I think you deserve a name." I said. "Everyone deserves a name. It's something that the ponies do, it's also something the people where I came from did. I mean, all it does is show that you're your own person. There's nothing wrong with it."

"Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she chanted. This kept going on until I spoke up again.

"From now on, I'm calling you Emerald." I said.

"Emerald?" she said.

"Yeah, Emerald." I said. "It's has a nice green colored gem. It's honestly one of my favorite gems."

It's true. Why? I like the color green. Honestly, I like green gems. That, and when you've played as much Minecraft as I have, you kind of develop a love of the gems that you can find while mining.

"So, I'm a gem?" she said.

"And a really pretty one at that." I said.

She responded with a blush. It took me a second to realize why she was blushing, I had just inadvertently flirted with her. If you could see my face, you would see a huge crimson blush covering my entire face.

"I'm sorry, about that." I said, reaching my hand behind my head. "I didn't mean to say it like that."

"So I'm not pretty?" she asked.

Crap. The question that many a man tried to avoid. Why? Because it's a trap! I mean, seriously ladies, why do you ask us guys with our simple minds these really opinion based questions. If we say yes, we either look desperate or seem into you. If we say no, you start calling us jerks and start crying. We don't want that.

Anyways, back to the matter at hand.

"U-um. U-um." I stammered, thinking over my options.

"Yes?" she said, breaking out what seemed to be her secret weapon: absolute freaking cuteness. Why changeling lady? WHY?! All that is doing is making it harder for me to think and making me blush! WHY ME?!

".....Y-y-yes......." I said in as quiet a voice as I could do.

"What was that?" she said.

".....Y-yes....." I said. "......You're cute....."

"I knew it!" she said excitedly. "I'm cute! And I have a name! I'm Emerald! I'm Emerald!"

She just kept chanting 'I'm Emerald.' over and over again and wouldn't stop.

She eventually stopped when another changeling showed up and made himself known.

"The queen would like to speak to you." it said.

"About?" I asked.

"I was not informed about what." it said.

Just then, two of my die started glowing. The hell? What was it now?

"I'll be right there, could you wait outside for just a second?" I asked him.

"Very well." it said.

"Oi! What now?!" I said, taking out the two die that were glowing. As per usual, the d20 was glowing, but the other one caught me off guard. The d6 was glowing. Crap.

For those of you that don't know, the d6 is meant to signify damage at a certain level. That, or a random event that was predetermined to signify which path it'll take, which is one of the ways I do it. Thing is though, I'm pretty sure there's no path to take. Though, a d6 isn't used until a higher level.....

I did kill a bunch of griffons, and kill a centurion..... Crap, it's for damage......

"What are those for?" Emerald said. That's right, I forgot she was there for a second.

"I'll explain later." I said. Best she not know right now.

So, time to roll....... Shit, and double shit.

A 1 on the d20, and a 6 on the d6. I am NOT looking forward to this.

Author's Notes:

As I've said before, somehow I have free time.

Now, I've already said in the story what the d6 is for.
Here's your job right now, though.
Put your guess in the comments for what the d20 was for.
Winner gets mentioned next chapter..... and possibly a cameo for their OC later..... I don't know.

But seriously, I've hinted it oh so slightly, so if you guess correctly, I'll give you a cameo later, or other things. Most likely the cameo, depending on other things.