Author's Notes:

Crossover with Misunderstood and Mutated by TheGoldenDragon.

Twilight returned a few minutes later with two Alicorns right behind her, both taller than herself. The first was a deep, midnight blue, an ethereal mane that shone like the night sky atop her head, unmistakably Princess Luna. She wore a simple, light blue button down shirt underneath a black bomber jacket, with black jeans covering her long, slender legs that ended in a pair of dark grey combat boots. She rocked the rebel look, if I do say so myself.

The taller of the two, a stark white sporting a tri-coloured pastel mane that flowed in a nonexistent breeze whom none could mistake for any other than the illustrious Princess Celestia, walked just behind and to the left of her younger sister. She wore a simple, red spaghetti-strapped top coupled with a yellow knee-length skirt and matching sandals. A hair clip of her Cutie Mark sat just above her right ear.

I got out of my chair, grabbing Core Strike as I did, before dropping into a ‘Swordsman’s Bow’, as I liked to call it. Of course, I mean I dropped to one knee and presented Core Strike’s handle to the diarchs, eyes to the ground. I heard Twilight gasp a little and Spike sigh, but nothing from the Princesses until Luna took the sword from my hands. I risked a glance up to see her staring at the blade in awe.

“Could…” Luna began, one hand flying to cover her mouth. “Could it truly be?” she asked. Celestia also seemed to recognise the sword, and I was sure I saw tears in her eyes before she turned to me so fast I swear there was a mini sonic boom. With eyes full of anger, she levelled an accusatory finger at me.
“Where did you get that sword?” she asked with the kind of anger that was invisible to anyone but her target. Which, unfortunately, was me.
“In your old castle, your highness.” I replied, suppressing my fear for now. I could soil myself later. “It called to me when I crash landed in the old dungeons, and I found it in the armoury.”
“It’s true, Celestia.” Core Strike said, causing the mare in question to turn back to him. “I was dying, and called to him in my desperation. Whilst cautious at first, Ace gladly accepted me and allowed me to feed upon his courage.”
“Is this true, creature?” Luna asked.
“Yes, Princess Luna. Core Strike has since helped me to defend both Ponyville and my own psyche.” I replied.
“What do you mean?”

I proceeded to explain what had happened when I witnessed Spike’s flame, as well as the connections I had made from the book. At some point we had all decided to once more sit around the library’s central table, and Luna had returned Core Strike to me, much to Celestia’s chagrin.
“So,” Luna began. “If what you say is true, then Spike is a descendant of two of the creator's of Equus? And he possesses one of their powers?”
“I believe so, yes.” I replied. “Considering how powerful it resonated with me, I’d say he may even have the potential to follow in their footsteps.”
“Whatever do you mean?”

I stood up, leaving the sword on the table, and began pacing. Pacing always helps me think about things, and I’d need to think to be able to come up with a way to explain it. During my pacing, something small and hard impacted with my head with enough force to knock me over, but not enough to hurt me. Looking around, I saw a fist-sized cat’s-eye marble looking stone, the ‘eye’ being composed of a deep purple and blue. It seemed familiar, though I couldn’t quite place it. I reached over and picked it up, preparing to glare at whoever it was that threw it, but as soon as my hand made contact a voice rang out in my head - not unlike when Core Strike was talking, but it did block out all other sound.

”Let those who value the freedom of all sapient life and the beauty of nature call upon the name of Medulla in your hour of need and I will lend aid… Or if you want to hang out or whatever that’s cool too.”

I wouldn’t mind meeting this Medulla guy, I thought.

The moment that thought ended, the stone seemed to glow for a second before a portal opened in the air.
A pink and purple form fell slowly through the portal, as the same voice from the orb said, ”So we got another newb here.”
“Oh. My. God,” I said, awestruck by the bipedal feline in front of me. “A freakin’ Mewtwo.”
“What’s a Mewtwo?” Spike asked, eyeing the visitor. He cracked a smirk before adding, “And where’s Mew One?”
The Mewtwo looked directly at Spike and said flatly, “Yes, but his name is just Mew. That cagy ass has been in hiding for quite some time.”

“Spike,” I growled, gritting my teeth in a nervous smile. “Have some respect. He’s got the power to turn your brain into a pile of mush if he wanted to.”
“And he has no affiliation to the Elements,” Core Strike added from his position on the table, rattling slightly. I walked over and picked him up, and the blade jolted forwards, forcing me to point it at the Mewtwo. “I do not like him.” the blade stated, and the mental image of furrowed brows filled my head, brought on by his tone.
”Slow down Mister Pointy, I’m not going to hurt anyone unless they attack me first. By the way, my name is Medulla.” He said holding out his paw. I forced Core Strike down, keeping him pointed at the floor as I shook Medulla’s hand.
“I’m Ace, nice to meet you,” I said, smiling. “The sword is Core Strike, and these are Spike and Princesses Celestia, Luna and Twilight.” I paused, running back over the encounter for a moment. “What’d you mean by ‘another newb’?”

He smiled at that, ”Let’s see, you called me here on accident and said nothing about who you were or why you needed me. And I’ll ask you one question to prove my point, What does the word Displaced mean to you?”
“Displaced? Sounds like Misplaced, gonna assume the ‘D’ is from ‘Dimension’ or something.” I paused for a moment, frowning. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with that jerk-off that sold me this damn thing, would it?” I asked, pulling the amulet from the inside of my shirt and holding it up for Medulla to see.
”I don’t know about the Misplaced thing, Displacement is a physics term for a change in physical location. And yes the guy who sold you that sent you here. There are many of us scattered throughout the multiverse, mostly from earths to Equestrias.”
“Oh, wow,” I said, baffled. “That’s… that’s… actually a huge relief. At least I’m not alone in this. So what other Displaced do you know?”

Medulla scratched his chin, ”Well I’ve met Jason Hughes, he uses an Omnitrix; Max, she’s a time manipulator; and Ryuko, from Kill la Kill. They’re nice people. I know of a few others, Gilgamesh is very helpful from what I’ve heard; Typhon's another great person apparently, a few others too. I can’t really name any to stay away from, but you’ll find out about them on your own more than likely.”
“I’ll have to keep my eye out for those guys, and I’ll be sure to be careful around any new guys.”
”You’ll also want to make sure that Core Strike doesn’t offend anyone. Some people can be very sensitive, I knew that he was just being protective so I didn’t mind it too much.” Medulla said giving Core Strike a grave look.
“... I shall abstain from insulting any other visitors …” Core Strike ‘grunted’, and I chuckled at him.
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t,” I promised. “If he does, I’ll let his blade go dull.”
“You will do no such thing!”
“Try me.”

”So do you need anything, I’d hate to leave without helping you first. You do still need a token so others can summon you if needed.”

“Hold on,” I said, closing my eyes in concentration. “I’ve got an idea. Core Strike, I’ll need your help with this.”
“What do you need?”
“I need to focus my Elements into an object,” I explained, pulling off the amulet. “How do I do that?”
“Just focus on the power and envision it being pushed into the amulet.”

I strained for a minute, pushing a small part of each of my Elements into the trinket. After a moment, I felt the final Element - Dark - slide into place, and let out the breath that I never realised I was holding.
“D-done…” I stammered, holding it out. “Someone… Someone get me a chisel.” A chisel appeared in my hand with a flash of purple light, and I carefully carved my message onto the back of the amulet. When I finished, I held it out to Medulla, who took it and read the message on the back. I smiled at my creativity.

‘I raise my blade in honour of you, the Displaced of the Multiverse. Place this amulet around your neck and call for Ace, and my blade will pierce the hearts of your foes!”

After a second Medulla tipped his hand dropping the amulet, but before it could reach the ground it disappeared. I smiled, nodding in appreciation before stumbling backwards. Apparently forcing fragments of your power into an object takes a lot out of you. Who knew? I was just getting my breath back and was about to ask if there was anything else we had to do when a massive explosion shook the building, sending anyone not already on the floor - or floating - tumbling down.

“What was that!” I shouted, scrambling to my feet and grabbing Core Strike before I raced out the door, Medulla hot on my heels. We shot through the halls and out the main door, coming across a tiny green gremlin with razor sharp teeth that immediately tried to eat my foot alive.
“The hell!?”” I shouted, kicking the thing off. “What’s a Chompy doing here!?”
”Guess I should have told you most Displaced have to deal with the baddies from what they're based off of.”, Medulla said swatting away a group of Chompies with a blast of psychic energy.
“Well isn’t that just awesome!” I shouted, slashing through a forest green elven spearman that tried to sneak up on Medulla. “I have to deal with Skylanders villains!” I shifted Core Strike into Kaze no Ran’na, the katana blade ripping cleanly through a line of large crow-like creatures in leather armour. I looked back to see Medulla throwing a huge tank armed with an oversized chainsaw with his Psychic, frowning at the sheer number of enemies around us. “Who’s behind this, anyway?” I muttered, blocking a charge from a dog-like creature that seemed to be made of rocks and plants. That was when a huge shadow flew over, casting the battlefield in darkness. I looked up, seeing a huge airship flying over the town. I frowned, looking around and spotting Medulla slamming two large tanks that looked like faces together.

“Medulla,” I shouted, catching the Mewtwo’s attention. “I’m going for the ship. You gonna be okay?”
”That depends, is it okay if I outright kill these things?”
“Go ahead, they’ll just sort of poof into smoke.” I demonstrated this by decapitating a bomb-throwing turtle, watching as it turned into a cloud of purple smoke and dissipated.
”Okay, so no need to hold back then.” Medulla said enthusiastically as jets of fire sprang from his hands. I smirked before slicing at the air, creating a staircase for me to to climb up to the airship with.

When I came level with the deck atop the airship, I saw something that made my blood run cold. The Doom Raiders themselves, with two extra members.

Chef Pepper Jack, a huge, walking red pepper in a chef’s outfit, one hand covered with a massive oven mitt and an oversized egg beater strapped to his back. Fire Element.

The Gulper, a massive blue slug monster that grew exponentially whenever he drank ‘soda’. He clutched a large golden trident in his barnacle-encrusted hand, a tiny golden crown atop his head. Water Element.

The Chompy Mage, an old, white-bearded man with an unhealthy obsession with the tiny biting monsters that were his namesake. A chompy hood, a chompy staff and a tiny chompy puppet were just a few things that made this guy a wacko. Life Element.

Dreamcatcher, a massive, blue-skinned, disembodied head with the power to enter people’s dreams and hurt them from within. She almost looked like a small child, with the massive pink bow and the braces. Air Element.

Doctor Krankcase, a troll mechanic that replaced his own legs with four wooden spiderlegs. A red leather duster and top hat, as well as a pair of emerald green goggles, further labelled this guy as the ‘mad scientist’ type of villain. Tech Element.

Wolfgang, a punk-rock werewolf that wielded a harp made of bone. He had discovered the musical note for pain, and exploited it as a way to get what he wanted. Undead Element.

Night Shade, the best thief in Skylands, dressed entirely in purple leather with a mask covering the top half of his face. One of the new guys, he stood to the side, clearly not a part of the ‘true squad’ yet. Dark Element.

Luminous, the ultimate sufferer of Scotophobia who wished to rid the world of all darkness - in the literal term. His bright yellow face was framed by stark white headgear, robes of the same colour adorning his body. It was almost ironic that he was in a team with a Dark elemental. Light Element

And last, but not in the slightest least, was the Golden Queen, a woman made of pure gold, dressed in a golden dress with golden regalia. She saw all of the world's gems and trinkets as hers, even going so far as to use her powers to turn people and subjects into gold. Earth Element.

"Oh, no..." I whispered, sweating in fear. "I-I can't… I can't believe it!"

Golden Queen looked to me, and her pure crimson eyes locked onto mine.
"Ah, child. Have you come to kneel before the one true Queen?" the golden woman asked, smirking sinisterly. "Or perhaps you wish to put up some form of futile resistance?"
"I-I…" I stuttered, before slapping myself and dismissing the solid air below me, causing me to fall towards the ground. The cackling of the Doom Raiders rang in my ears, haunting me as I fell.

[Medulla’s POV]

After cutting through the third swarm of Bob-omb looking things with shark faces, I realised something. These individual monsters were basically so weak that any attack was a waste on them, groups were a bit harder simply because they would all make a beeline for me or any civilian. I was still rather exhausted from earlier and couldn’t continue fighting this battle of attrition. So I decided to go the top of town hall and break one of my rules and take direct control of some of the beasts and stir up some chaos. Their minds were so weak I knew I would feel no guilt about taking over these things. They had a level of intelligence even a poodle would mock, and the survival instincts of lemmings. They followed orders of the more powerful blindly even if the saw dozens of their own die, so I saw no difference between what I was doing and whoever commanded them.

My plan worked better than expected, there was infighting even among minions I didn’t control. Just as the invading force had been drastically reduced I heard the noise of something falling very fast, I looked up and saw Ace plummeting back to earth. He was falling completely out of control. I didn’t even think about what to do next, I rocketed up to catch him, cushioning the force with my telekinesis.
“What’s happening?” I asked, as he woke out of his stupor. The boy stared at me for a moment before replying.
"D-d-doom Raiders…" he muttered, still not completely with it.

I knew it would still be a bit before he could respond clearly, so I searched his mind for relevant information. What I found was not good news, individually they could be a decent challenge - all of them together and me not at one hundred percent meant this was going to end horribly if we didn’t help the evacuation.

”Wake up!” I yelled in his mind. I began to descend back into the town as Ace became more aware of the situation.
"W-wha…" he stammered, quickly pulling himself together. "Oh, dammit! Medulla, quick! We have to get the civilians out of here, we're nowhere near ready to face something like the Doom Raiders!"
”They’re already working on that, the best we can do right now is speed things up. Twilight seems to be leading the evacuation, she really is the most organised out of the bunch.” I said, letting some pride into my voice.
"Well if the show holds any merit here then yeah, she is." Ace paused, glancing around before pointing to a large group of mummies with stone hands, feet and heads that looked almost Mayan. “Grave Clobbers at eight o’clock!” he shouted, quickly diving out of my grip and running across the air towards the hulking beasts.

I wanted to go after him, but I knew my energy would be best used by getting as many ponies out of town as quickly as I could. I teleported over to where I sensed Twilight, of course my sudden appearance startled her, but I quickly asked, ”Where are you evacuating the ponies to? I can teleport small groups almost immediately.”
“There’s an old castle in the Everfree Forest that we’ve been fixing up, they should be safe there.” the Alicorn replied, gesturing in the vague direction of the forest.
I nodded, and replied, ”I know the place.” I then teleported away to gather as many of the towns ponies as I could.

[Ace’s POV]

I dropped to the ground, sprinting towards the gargantuan golems as Kaze no Ran’na shifted back into Core Strike. To my horror, I spotted a white mare with spiky, electric blue hair through a gap between the beasts, backed into a corner as they closed in. Narrowing my eyes, I put on an extra burst of speed and dropped to my knees, raking my blade across one of their legs.

I slid to a stop beside the mare, spinning around and slashing out at the remaining Grave Clobbers. To my dismay, the strikes only seemed to annoy them, and I now found myself trapped with the mare. I merely stood between them, holding Core Strike in a defensive manner.
“Are you okay?” I asked, glancing back at the mare. A small trickle of blood ran down her forehead, slipping behind a pair of purple shades, and a few bruises adorned her bare arms, but otherwise she seemed fine.

Before she could answer, a Grave Clobber attempted to smash us into the ground, and I raised Core Strike in an attempt to deflect the blow. The massive force behind it’s fist cracked the ground below me, and despite having held it back the rebound of the force sent Core Strike flying from my hands. I grunted in annoyance, putting my fists up and preparing to go out swinging.
“Well,” I sighed, ducking under a high - to me, at least - swing from a Grave Clobber. “For what it’s worth, it was nice coming to Equestria.”
“You ain’t leaving yet, muchacho,” a scratchy, feminine voice sounded from behind me. I turned back and immediately felt my jaw drop.
The mare was stood there, a massive, black and blue rifle in her hands that ended in a large speaker framed by a golden gear. She swung the rifle around, aiming it at the nearest Grave Clobber and squeezing the trigger. A soft, thumping beat sounded for roughly two seconds before gaining more energy, pulses of energy erupting from the rifle's speaker to the beat of the song and causing the creature to explode into a pile of glowing purple, green and yellow orbs.

I stared, slack-jawed, as the mare turned her song of destruction to each of the other Grave Clobbers, laughing madly as her hair whipped around. Time seemed to slow down as I watched, the light reflecting off her glasses.
I snapped out of it when I heard Medulla say, “You’re welcome”, before another voice cut in singing before a chorus burst in. I felt my face heat up, spinning around and glaring when I saw the Mewtwo smirking at me from afar before he teleported away.

I sighed, turning back to see the mare leaning casually on the rifle and grinning at me.
“So,” she said, adjusting her shades and paying no mind to the blood still trickling down her face. “What’s up with the freaky sword? Turned into a… thing… when I grabbed it.”
“Yeah, he does that.” I replied, coughing awkwardly. “I’m Ace, by the way.”
“Vinyl Scratch. Now, what’s going on around here?”
“See that ship?” I pointed at the airship, waiting for Vinyl to nod before continuing. “That belongs to the Doom Raiders, the worst villains imaginable from a time before Equestria even existed.”
“So it’s just like a normal day in Equestria, then?”
“Eh, pretty much. But these guys might actually be tougher than Tirek.”
She paled at that - if you can believe a stark white anthropomorphic Unicorn can pale, that is. She wordlessly handed me the rifle - which converted back into Core Strike as soon as she let go - and sprinted off, heading towards a large house on the outskirts of town.

“Wait!” I cried, chasing after her. “What was that?” I asked Core Strike, knocking away a Drow Elf Spearman as I ran.
“She possesses an abnormally high affiliation with the Tech Element, Ace” he replied, amazement in his voice. “As much as the Skylanders did, if not more!”
“Uh, where’s an Animus when you need one?” I groaned, sliding to a stop in front of the house I had seen Vinyl run into. The sight of a destroyed door greeted me. I crept forward, shifting Core Strike into Kaze no Ran’na as I passed though the doorway. The inside had fared no better, as the entire room - which appeared to have been split into two in the first place - had been ransacked. A piano, smashed to bits. A sound system, sliced in half. And on the back wall, a massive whole, the debris have fallen inwards.

I found Vinyl rummaging through a pile of rubble. When I walked up to her, I saw her pulling a small pink bow-tie out, tattered and torn. She held it as though it were the most precious thing in the world.
“Uh… Vinyl?” I asked, placing my hand on her shoulder. “You okay?”
“O-Octavia…” the white mare muttered, shuddering as tears ran down her face. “Sh-she can’t be…”
“I’m sure Octavia’s fine, Vinyl.” I said, trying to reassure her. “She’s probably been evacuated with the others. We can ask Medulla when we see him.”

Just then Medulla appeared in front of us, ”Time to go, kids, you’re the last and that Airship will be landing a few seconds.” he said just before teleporting us to the Everfree Castle. Vinyl didn’t waste any time, dashing off with the bow still in her grip, calling out for Octavia. I turned to Medulla, wiping some sweat from my brow.
“You wouldn’t have happened to see a grey mare with a charcoal mane, would you?” I asked.
Medulla pulled a glass bottle full of water from nowhere and drank deeply from it while saying, ”Not that I remember, Octavia might be working her way through the forest right now. I could only grab those that were still in town.”
“Right,” I sighed, looking around. “Thanks for the help, Medulla. I should be able to handle things from here.”
”All you have to do is say, ‘Medulla, our contract is complete’ to send me home.” Medulla said clearly exhausted.
“Medulla, our contract is complete. Keep youself safe, buddy.”
”You too, call anytime you might need some help.” He declared as a black portal swallowed him.

I stood there for a moment before sighing, turning and making my way through the throngs of ponies in an attempt to find Twilight. Maybe she could help me get a search party together, just to make sure nopony was lost in the forest.

Purely for their safety.

No other reason.

Certainly not for Vinyl.

She probably doesn’t even remember my name.

“Ace!” a scratchy, feminine voice called out. I turned and saw Vinyl being held down on what looked like a small cot, struggling against the nurses. “Ace, c’mon! Get these guys offa me!”

“Why me?” I groaned. “Why, by Luna’s moon, did the universe decide to pick on me.”