1: Aftermath and Angry Planets

Without the Tyrant, the Solar Empire fell quickly. Those she bound to her service were free, and while it took several days for the reformed United Governments of Earth to move it down the chain that not all her soldiers were willing, those who were proven to be suffering the after-affects of powerful compulsion spells were released to mental hospitals, though not the kind pre-contact humans would think of. No, these hospitals were staffed by those who had learned to use these new powers to aid the ailments of the mind. For the first time in history, mental illnesses were within Humanities grasp to deal with. With powerful cleansing magic, the medical revolution didn't end there. Even the most virulent diseases were subject to eradication. Truly, with the marriage of Technology and Magic, there was nothing that could not be done.

Eventually all The Twisted were returned to their birth forms, though some chose to keep the boons of their prisons. Who would give up flight once you'd experienced it? Why would you not want to be able to throw a lightning bolt at that blasted bird that keeps shitting on your car? Others asked for different boons, even if they didn't originate from the Potion. If you could have flame and damage resistant scales, would you take it? What about fox ears for the cartoon fans, or maybe you were a hunter, in which case you may want a stronger nose? Truly, for some people it was a dream come true. Others saw it as an opportunity, a way to better themselves in ways that were not possible before.

Some saw it as stepping into the realm of the divine, and sacrilege. That humanity was overstepping themselves, just as She had.

Others saw it as their duty, that by rejecting it humanity was squandering a gift given to all. That it was a greater sin to waste this new technology.

Even so, all of humanity was changed in the end, even if they kept their human form. Their race had suffered horrific loss, most of it self-inflicted in desperate defense. Many accused soldiers of murdering those under the effects of mind control, those who had no control over their own actions. Others blamed themselves for the losses humanity inflicted on itself. As such, in defense of those who took arms to defend themselves, The Laws of Magic were created, and the first major laws were those regarding mind control and compulsions. Those under the influence of others were not to be held responsible for their actions while entranced. Neither would those who defended themselves against the controlled be accused of murdering an innocent if they acted in self-defense. While the wording was tricky, the controlled was assigned the legal role of a bystander in terms of what was done by the accused, an extension of the will of the controller in terms of self-defense, like a remote controlled toy. More importantly, those who inflicted such things on others could be found guilty of not only everything the victim did, but also be guilty of the greatest crime yet, one only a single other creature had been accused of in humanities history. Crimes against sapience, and theft of the body. The latter left room for other charges to follow, as technically, the owner of the body became a hostage.

Rebuilding was going slowly, despite the gifts their previous overlords had "left" them. Being able to rebuild a house in 3 days was all well and good, but the infrastructure of the planet had been wrecked. While the factories were being rebuilt, the few existing facilities were constantly being refitted to make another object that was in high demand until a sufficient number of plants were remade to create each item separately. Humanity needed to rebuild the tools to rebuild the tools, etc., to get to where they once were. It was slow going, but even being reduced to snail mail wasn't going to stop them. Not when governments, corporations, militaries, and reconstruction leads could keep in contact with either magic or flyer-based mail. So progress was made. Not as quickly as most humans would have liked, but faster than anything the Equis natives had seen before.

That was another change. Humanity was able to also save the other natives of Equis from the Potion, returning them to their original forms. Many, especially those not magically inclined, moved to Earth. Furnaces not fully repaired yet? "No problem, Karstradez over there can melt that metal for ya in no time. It's what drakes do, after all." Need access to a mine that was closed by the Empire? "I heard Rocky's pack was looking for work. They could get that place opened up in a few hours, I bet." Humanity already knew they weren't alone. Now though, that wasn't exactly a bad thing. These other races, they were broken by the Empire as well. Humanity would not leave them in the dark. They came too close to that fate themselves.

James Raymond was one of those who hadn't kept any special augments. Six foot one, at two hundred and twenty three pounds, he saw the wings needed for such a frame as impractical. Why would he change what already worked for him? And it's not like extra strength would help him wire the houses that were being rebuilt in the reclaimed lands, anyway. No, he was content being just another regular human being again. No more fur, no more bad eyesight, no more dealing with his mind being twisted to be overly happy about the dumbest shit. Ah, and being able to swear freely again. Probably the most important of the things he got back. You know, besides his fingers.

With the rebuilding being under way, anyone, and really, anything with knowledge of construction found themselves fully inundated with work. Even if the entirety of ones knowledge was the difference between a regular and a Phillips screwdriver. Not that it was a bad thing. James enjoyed teaching those around him the wonders of electricity. The looks of disbelief on the faces of the Equis natives was always worth it when he described the wonders humanity had created before the war. His favorite reactions were always those of the Dogs when he described mining equipment. In fact, he was currently enlightening one right now.

"So, you say hoommies make ding's dat dig tunnel so big, dragon can walk through without hitting head? Not possible! How would ding move? Be too heavy."

James chuckled at his disbelief "You've seen those cars that have been showing up again on the streets, right? You take the same principle for the engines, and blow it up to about four times the size, and you can literally move a building. Easily, I might add."

"What was ding you say? Oh, yea. Bullshit. Still not possible."

"Say what you want, Iron, I know what we did before the war. Even our own people had trouble believing some things that were done."

Finishing the last few connections for the underground housing unit he was working on, James gathered his tools, bid Iron Grip farewell, and went home for the night. No, life would never be 'normal' again, not with the new species wandering the planet, and most of humanity permanently changed in some way or another, but there was a new normal settling in. Once again people were going to their jobs, without the fear of the Barrier, or someone sneaking the Potion into the local water supply. Once again, people like James could do what they wanted: live their lives in peace.

It was a peaceful walk back to his apartment complex. While cars were making a reappearance, there just wasn't enough of a supply of them yet, not to mention those with wings didn't use them unless it was long range and they needed to take a bit of luggage. There was also the issue of most roads being destroyed. Why would you use resources that were desperately needed elsewhere when the end product was limited anyway? So many walked. Those that needed to go long-distance could use the trains (those were easier to rebuild)or in an emergency, a dragon could be bribed for a lift. There was rumor going around that some techno-mages were even working on teleportation pads in the major cities, making world travel instantaneous, but those same rumors said it was still a thing of the distant future. Still, it gave James time to relax. To process the changes the world had gone through.

The world was at peace again, the calm night air holding a gentle breeze that carried with it familiar scents and sounds. A few engines could be heard in the distance, and he could see the lights of New Chicago in the distance. The moon just rising into the sky, following it's own path as it should, naturally reflecting the light of the sun that belonged to no one creature for the enjoyment of all. After five years of hell, life was good.

Five years. Five years ago he was a bright eyed, bushy tailed High-school student heading to college, already planning on following in his dad's footsteps as an electrician. It was simple stuff, things that he grew up with. Electricity always acted in a specific way. If it did something strange, it was because you weren't aware of the whole setup. Not so with Magic. That stuff was volatile at the best of times. So many rules that changed based on the location or the season or even the attitude of the caster.

"Screw magic. I'll take electricity over it anyday..."

Unfortunately for James, Magic, as many mages had figured out, sometimes has a mind of its own. And it took offense to his badmouthing.

One moment James was walking back to his apartment complex. The next he was gone. Witnesses claimed he disappeared in a quick flash of light that was obviously magical in nature. Within days, Magitech crews were on the scene, working feverishly to determine if this was some new attack, another threat to their home. What they discovered left some relieved, others puzzled and the rest with imaginations ablaze with the possibilities. While the origin of the spell was unknown, the direction it had traveled in was to another plane. An as of yet undiscovered location. They would find the victim, but they would not rush in blindly. No, they would explore this school of magic thoroughly before they sent anyone through it. Once again, magic would be the cause of another revolution in human understanding of how the universe worked. And humanity would eventually use it to travel outside of their plane of existence. But that is a tale for another time. This tale, dear readers, is about James. James, and his discovery of a terrifying place. One that would make him ask a question that Man has asked since the dawn of time.

James stumbled slightly, but managed to keep his feet after the unexpected teleportation landing. That was all that could have been, really. He'd seen quite a few mages preform the spell, and even been dragged along on a few trips and thus knew what to expect in the aftermath. Confusion, vertigo, fluttering stomach, cloudy vision, and an odd tingling in the extremities. Taking a knee, he let the symptoms pass. They never lasted more than a few seconds anyway, based on distance teleported.

He knew he wasn't near the apartments anymore, he could smell rotting vegetation all around him. This only compounded his worries when almost two minutes later, his vision started to clear. Doctors had found that teleporting from one side of the planet to the other only resulted in about 20 seconds of symptoms, so how far had he been pulled? Taking a look around, James found himself in a forest. A particularly dark one, actually. The one thing that did catch his eye was a message burned into the ground in front of him.

'What?'

James was confused. The last insult he'd thought was based on magic being unpredictable, and 'screw mag-'

"No. There is no way in hell our planet's magic field has- I don't know whether I should laugh at the irony of our planet's magic field being so 'human' or cry at the fact that it just threw me somewhere for insulting it." Looking around one last time, James sighed at his predicament.

"So, the question still remains... where the hell am I now? Dammit, Earth, this is all your fault!"

Teeth. Teeth and claws, it was all he saw before running as fast as he could. While he would have liked to fully ponder how he'd ended up in this forest for insulting magic in general, he now had something else to occupy his time. Mainly, keeping ahead of the angry ball of death tearing through the forest behind him. It was the first time in a long time he had reason to truly appreciate the enhancements given to humanity in general. He juked around a tree; a normal human could never have reacted to the obstacle while moving at his current speed, much less seen it. He batted aside a branch that crossed his path; increased durability prevented the branch from tearing through his skin easily at his current speed. He hopped over a lo-

A quick roll and he was moving despite tripping over the vine behind the log. In a different direction as well, so whatever was chasing him was thrown off enough that it could not capitalize on his mistake. Even with these upgrades though, James knew this was bordering hopeless. No, unless something happened soon, he would eventually either make a mistake that he couldn't recover in time from, or the creature would tire him out. Just as he would have sworn he could feel the monster's breath on his neck, his rescue came, but not in the form he hoped it would take. There was no rescue party, no wandering hunter that took the beastie out. No, it was something that caused some part of his brain to remember a movie he saw as a teenager.

The forest to the left of him suddenly exploded with movement. Trees batted aside, trunks as thick as a two feet across snapping like twigs under the force of the motion. The creature behind him only managed a strangled yelp as whatever it was grabbed the creature mid-stride. James didn't stop for a second, in fact, the thought of a larger predator left him with an unexpected burst of adrenaline and he continued to run for a full two minutes afterwards, though he did start to slow down around thirty seconds or so after the chase had ended. He no longer ran like the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels, but he had no intention of stopping just yet.

Despite his plan, he stumbled again, this time from sudden fatigue. Dizziness followed, and he collided with a tree. Something was horribly wrong; yes he'd run harder than ever before, but he should be able to keep going for at least another minute at full speed. Never before had his strength left him so quickly, even taking into account the brush with death. As his vision darkened the final thing he was aware of was a strange ringing behind him, leaving him with the distinct feeling that something was laughing at him.

A splitting headache was the first sign that James was coming out of whatever blunt force trauma induced darkness that had once clouded his mind. Slowly he managed to crack his eyes open. If he'd had full control over his form, he'd probably have shit himself. He was in a hospital bed, no more then five paces from The Tyrant's Gaze. Satan's Promise, some called them, others referred to them as The Soul-Void, as any being caught in her stare was stripped of it's free will and willingly danced to her tune. He looked down, and delved further into his panic. Fur. Brown fur.

They'd gotten him again.

'No, this is not happening. It can't be happening. I won't go back to that mindless thing again, there's no way, she's-supposed-to-be-dead-I-saw-the-report-myself...she's...dead?'

His downward spiral was stopped by that thought. The Tyrant's Hoofmaiden's were one of the first targets of the humans who'd broken free of the Potion, after the Tyrant herself. In truth, they needn't have worried about them. The six girls were found in a small room in the castle, staring vacantly into space. Upon noticing the Human soldiers entering the room, The Tyrant's Voice, once a young purple unicorn, slowly looked to the soldiers, and smiled. She said she was glad they'd made it, glad that they'd broken free when harmony itself was shattered by her will. She asked them to forgive those who had no part in the war, and asked them to end their misery. The last that was reported of the Hoofmaidens was that the last had committed suicide, despite the heavy security imposed on them. Everyone knew of them. Thus everyone read the report on their capture. There was quite literally not one human on the planet that didn't know about the mares, or what happened to them. Yet here sat one of them before him. How was it possible? Hadn't the Bitch done enough to them?

That stopped him as well. Newfoals couldn't swear, even in their own minds. They couldn't think of their life prior to conversion. They definitely couldn't think of the Solar Tyrant in any way besides "Our Beloved Ruler". And yet here he was, mind raging against the wrongness he was experiencing. Hating with all his being the one who had stolen his identity from him. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed. His mind cleared itself of fear. He wasn't converted. This was different. Something else was responsible for his change. Besides, humanity had beaten the Potion already, all he needed to do was get back home and they could turn him back again.

"Um, are you okay? You were panicking there for a moment. What's wrong, and what calmed you down?" The voice wasn't The Gaze, but a nurse that had recently entered the room in the midst of his panic attack. She was apparently ready to sedate him, if the needle of anesthetic was any clue. Taking a deep breath, James made his decision. He would find out where he was on his own. He would learn what was going on without drawing the entirety of the worlds attention to himself, and most importantly, he Would. Not. Panic.

"Sorry." The word felt strange coming out of his mouth, like he was talking through a muzzle. No, not the snout of an animal, the thing you put on a dog to stop it from biting. "I was, uh, just a bit confused. Last thing I.. remember was running from something in the forest. I tripped, hit a tree, and that's the last thing I remember. Waking up in a weird place kind of... made me panic. How did I end up here?"

The nurse took the explanation in stride, putting away the injection. "You can thank this young lady right here. She and her friend found you in the forest and bro-" The nurses explanation was cut off as another member of the Hoofmaidens literally flew through the doorway, making James jump a good foot in the air. Of course, it was only because the pegasus had startled him. Yea, definitely that. Nothing to do with the fact that she was The Tyrant's Wind. The one who would fly by impossibly fast and Potion world leaders as they walked to their cars. Definitely nothing to do with fear.

"Hey 'Shy, he up- Cool, your up! Nasty hit you musta' taken, if that busted snout is anything to go by. What happened, you run into a tree?"
"Um, yes, Dash. He did. I was actually just about to tell him how we-"

"Awesome! So we went into the forest, looking for Shy's chicken Elizibutt."
"Elizibeak"
"Right, Elizibeak, when..."

"'Oh, dash, can you help me find my stupid chicken? She's too dumb to not wander into the horrid forest that will most likely end with her death in hundreds of horrible ways.' Seriously, how stupid is that thing?"

Rainbow Dash was not a happy camper. Once again she was roped into helping her friend find some lost animal that apparently didn't have enough survival sense to avoid the giant forest of death right outside of the town. Seriously, what about this place attracted the animals? It was so unnatural, everything moving on it's own, with no help from the local ponies. Clouds forming and dispersing with no guidance. The seasons changing in time with the rest of the world, but with no outside influence. Even the animals here had their own set of rules to play by. Namely, 'If I'm bigger than you, I can eat you'. And even that rule wasn't a guarantee from what she'd heard around town.

"Have you found anything? Oh dear, where could she be..." Meanwhile her friend, Fluttershy, continued to panic over the wellbeing of their feathered objective. It was the only reason Dash was out here. Seriously, she could be getting a full ten minute nap in right now. Ten minutes! Alas, she could never leave her friend to wander the Everfree by herself. She was going to pluck every feather off of that-

"Buck?" Her quarry looked up from whatever it was that had captured it's interest long enough for her to spot it, before ducking back into the bush.

"Shy! She's over here!" She yelled, trotting over to the bush to grab (not strangle, Flutter's would be upset) the dumb bird that had caused this wild chicken chase.

"Oh thank goodness!"

As she approached the dumb bir-chicken, Dash noticed it was pecking and scratching at something. It looked like somepony had grabbed some clothes for a minotaur and thrown them on some Earth pony stallion. "Weird"

Fluttershy arrived only moments later. "Oh there you are, Elizibeak, you shouldn't wander off like that. Thank you for... Sir? Oh.... oh dear...."

"It was the weirdest thing I've ever seen. Like somepony'd decided 'Hey, here's some poor colt that's been knocked out in the forest, lets stuff him into these clothes and leave him here!' They even stuffed all your stuff into the pockets of the clothes, took your saddlebag, and left this weird bag in it's place. It was sitting right on your back. Can't imagine it would be comfortable to wander around with that." Dash looked quite proud of herself for her deductive skills. No doubt she'd figured out exactly what fate had befallen James. "If you need help giving those jerks a good one-two-three-four, let me know, 'kay? Just because somepony's a fan of fake monsters is no reason to do that do a colt."

"Uh, sure? Where did you put my... the things they put on me? And the bag? Oh, and what do you mean, fake monsters?"

"Human's, filly. Sheesh. The card even had a picture of one on it. I assumed you were like Bonnie in town, she's a big fan of 'em."

The nurse took over the explanation from there. "As for your things, they're in the patient's belongings storage room, and will be returned to you once you've been cleared to leave. Considering it seems to be light head trauma, coupled with exhaustion, it shouldn't be too long before you're cleared to leave." The nurse approached the bed, grabbing the clipboard with her hooves and turned to look at him again. "Before I get distracted again, what was your name? The cards said James Raymond, but as loath as I am to admit it, Miss Dash Is most likely correct in assuming it was a play name for a human character. So what is your real name?"

Only one name came to him. He couldn't use his real name, not without raising suspicion given his current form, so he was stuck falling back on his old nickname, one he'd been given during his gaming days. 'I'm going to catch hell from the guys back home if they ever catch wind of this...'

"Raider. My name is Raider. Thanks for taking care of me while I was out."

"It was no problem, Mr. Raider. Dr. Quick-fix will be by in a few moments to check you out. If everything seems fine, you may even be released today."

Wonderful. The sooner James got out of the hospital, the faster he could start hunting down answers. First things first, though. Where would he find maps of local geography and information on local governments

Author's Notes:

So I was sitting at work, pondering story ideas, and I thought "people seemed to like adapt and overcome, and while I can't think of anything to do with the story itself, is there anything I can do with the premise? Ah, I got it! A post-conversion war MC!

I almost used sentience for the crime, but then I checked online, and found this Sentience VS Sapience
So I've gone with sapience. Hopefully I'll remember that from now on. Probably not, though.

2 Seas of Madness

So many questions... that nurse had him answering so many questions his head was still spinning. Half of them he ended up having to bullshit by making up distances, or making up horse-punned names for his schools and the places he lived. After what felt like an age and a half, though, James, or rather Raider, was finally free of the hospital. Not a moment too soon, either. Being that close to those two ponies, even if they weren't quite like the Hoofmaidens he knew, was terrifying. Thankfully no one seemed aware of his situation as of yet, so he could continue hiding in plain sight.

"First things first though, library." He mumbled to himself, wandering through the town. It was... disturbingly utopian. Everyone was happy, smiling, helping each other. It was what the Tyrant had promised, actually, before she stole their souls. Actually, the only reason he didn't think he was in a Newfoal village was because there were still a few fights and arguments every now and again, though even those were rare. Each pony was also marked with their talents or personalities, as opposed to the shattered mirrors that adorned the flanks of most Newfoals, or human skulls, as marked his... own...

A electrician's tool belt.

He had a frackin' electrician's tool belt on his ass.

Were his earlier justifications wrong? Was the tyrant going a more subtle route this time? Had she reworked the potion, making it more difficult to tell the difference between pony and Newfoal? Maybe none of this was real, and he was trapped in some type of matrix-thing made of magic?

'No, calm down, man. Deep breaths. Don't assume, don't jump to conclusions, don't...'

To Raider, the world went quite. His life was flashing before his eyes. He'd seen her.

And she'd seen him.

The Tyrant's Madness. The one pony that no-one was safe from. Some people were literally found ponified in underground bunkers with all the doors locked, nothing marking her passing but a few streamers and some confetti littering the ground from her entrance. You couldn't hide from her, you just ran. So that's what he did. He turned and ran as fast as he could move, almost running down several ponies in the process, but it didn't matter. She knew. She always knew where you hid, she always knew when someone was around. She was always "super-duper excited to make you all my newest bestest best friends in both worlds!" He couldn't let that happen to him.

Not a second time.

He wasn't sure how long he ran, but Raider finally slowed down in a park. It was quite, he had a nice view of the surrounding area, he was on a hill with no trees or flowers for her to jump out of, and he could just barely make out the tree/library in the distance. No sign of the pink one, though. It surprised him, actually; he didn't see her anywhere. Raider honestly expected to see her pronking up the hill after him when he finally slowed down, but there was no sign of the warper anywhere.

Seeing the pony responsible for his enslavement had been a horrific experience, one that left him shaking. No, she had to be around here, she never gave up on her targets that easily. That cloud over there? What about that rock at the base of the hill. There! A flash of pink... no, that pony had blue hair, not all pink.

It took a few minutes, but eventually his paranoia faded, replaced by the idea that the warper, of all creatures, was acting wrong. He did see her once, but she didn't even look at him, prancing happily along, talking to the other ponies in the market. The other Hoofmaidens were acting strangely, was Madness, even with her inherent strangeness, included in this? Why did so many ponies look familiar? Taking a steadying breath and stretching out his legs to make sure he didn't cramp after that run(He'd gotten a cramp before in his forelegs after the mind-fog was lifted, not fun to deal with when you don't have fingers to massage it away), Raider finally started closing on his destination. As had been his prerogative all day, though, Murphy wasn't quite done making Raider his bitch.

"Closed? What kind of library is closed in the middle of the day?"

Raider was nearing the end of his rope. Not only did he survive encounters with three ponies who looked terrifyingly like the Tyrants Hoofmaidens, he now learned that his best bet at learning something about this mad world was behind a locked door.

'Of all the stupid, no, screw that. I'm getting in there.' Mustering what little courage he had left, he walked right up to the door, steeled himself, and promptly dove into a bush near the door.

Guards, fucking solar guards pulling a VIP chariot, just started circling the library as he was getting ready to bash the door in. Oh he was so screwed. Hunkered down in the bushes, Raider watched as they landed, dropped off yet another Hoofmaiden look-alike, and took off, headed back to what appeared to be a city on the side of a mountain. Listening to the purple unicorn, however, confused him greatly. Where did she get a dragon, and since when did ponies tolerate other races? She was to stay in the library during her mission here, did that mean she had a key? Wait, Twilight Sparkle? Was this the Twilight that first came to Earth all those years ago, before her own body was stolen?

Of all the Hoofmaidens, Twilight Sparkle was the only one who Humanity had any previous dealings with, and was the only one they could say with certainty was not acting normal when the conversions started. She'd been infinitely curious, and more than happy to engage at length with anyone who wanted to discuss anything of relevance to the purple unicorn. Seeing as how she studied anything she could get her magic or hooves on, this left quite a wide range of topics. Hell, James had seen her himself, when she'd shown up for one of his college electrician courses; the little bookworm had actually abused her visa to get into several university classes, to see how humans learned.

Raider smiled for the first time since getting launched from Earth. He could do this. Twilight may or may not be evil, but even after her possession, she was still obsessed with learning. He just had to use that to his advantage and not draw attention. Easy, right?

'They're going to need a new word for how sunk I am. Nothing ventured nothing gained.' Taking care to not let his nerves show, he approached the pair as they were arguing over their purpose in the town.

"Excuse me miss, you said you were staying in the library. Could you let me in? I need access to some of materials inside."

"Oh, hello." The unicorn greeted. "Um, I actually have some things to do, so I'm not actually going to be opening the library until later."

'Dammit.' "Okay uh, sorry for bothering you. I'll come back later, any idea when you'll be able to open?"

Three hours. Three hours to go around town and check the preparations. From what he'd heard the unicorn didn't actually do anything either, just walked around town making sure everyone else was working

'Reminds me of my old manager.' Raider thought darkly to himself. His mood hadn't improved much even after getting access to the library. No, that would require being able to study the maps and recent events in peace. Peace that was at odds with the party currently occurring in the middle of a thrice-damned library. Seriously, how had the warper gotten in here to set this up? He'd personally tried to open the door earlier, and it was locked. Not just locked, but the door was spelled shut; there was no key that would open it, just a magic array at a specific frequency. Not only had Pinkie gotten in, but she'd invited the entire town to this party, and gotten them inside as well. With the library still locked. He was certain of this, he'd seen the librarian unlock it himself.

Speaking of the menace to logic, he wasn't as worried about her now, as every time she looked at him, it wasn't with that freakishly oversized smile. In fact, she kind of drooped whenever she looked at him. Wait, was she talking about him to The Wind?

"...the worst thing I'd ever seen, Dashie! I was just so happy to make another friend and he just looked at me and he... he ran."

The blue Pegasus chuckled at her friends reaction. "No offense, Pinkie, but you do come off a bit strong sometimes. Remember when you tried introducing yourself to Lily's mom?"

A ghost of a smile appeared on the warper's face before disappearing. "It wasn't like that, Rainbow. It was... it was like he'd seen a manticore running at him, and he was looking straight at me. I'm sure of it. I've... I've never seen somepony react like that." Pinkie's eyes started to shimmer, on the verge of tears. "It was, it was like he was terrified of me."

Raider tuned out The Wind's consolations, turning back to his book. That was why she didn't track him down? Because he was scared of her, and it upset her? That, well actually, considering how things were going so far in this weird not-Equis he'd found himself in, it wasn't too surprising. In fact, it was all the inconsistencies that allowed him to not panic as badly the second time he'd seen the pink menace. He still wasn't eating the cupcakes, though. No need to push his luck.

It all mattered very little to him in the end, though. The party could only go on so long, then he'd get to study in peace.

"C'mon everypony, the Summer Sun Celebration's about to start! Let's go!"

Those ponies were at it all night. They literally partied till sunrise. Raider would have been impressed if not for the fact that he was irritated at the constant interruptions to his study session. Ok, yes it was rude to yell at that mare, she was just trying to be nice, but this was life and death stuff here. Pretty important, to him at least. Anyway, this was supposed to be a big deal for the ponies, happened every year, but not usually in such a small town. Might as well see what it was all about right? So he followed the crowd after placing a bookmark in the history book he'd been reviewing.

Talk about dry stuff. 'The fourth century since the nightmare war was filled with almost as much peace as the previous three centuries combined, except for this little thing where some ponies didn't feel appreciated, but the princess went and hugged them, and everyone was happy again. The fifth century was even nicer than that, and don't get me started on how good the sixth century was!' Good god, did nothing bad happen here? Where was the political intrigue? The bastard children claiming the positions of their fathers through convoluted schemes, the wars over who owned a small field of rocks in the middle of nowhere?? There wasn't even a single disease mentioned in the book, besides something called 'cutie-pox', and honestly, that sounded benign at worst. And what the hell happened during the nightmare war? There was absolutely nothing on it, just something about one sister getting jealous of another and trying to take over. Did anyone die? How long did it last? Details, man, he needed details!

Eventually, he found himself towards the back of the assembly, waiting in front of a stage for something to happen. What it was he was waiting for was anyone's guess. Maybe he should have been paying more attention at that party.

"And now, fillies and gentlecolts, the moment you've been waiting for: Princess Celestia!"

The color immediately drained from Raider's face. 'Yea, definitely should have been paying more attention. Wait, princess, not queen?'

As he was making ready to bolt, the curtain was drawn back, revealing an empty stage. As if the name of the one they were all here to see wasn't enough to drive Raider to hyperventilate, the mayor and the guards were confused and looking all over, not certain of the whereabouts of the Princess, throwing the entire crowd into a panic. That was when he noticed it, a slight shift in the air above the stage, slowly coalescing into a visible cloud, before finally solidifying into an alicorn about the size of the Sun Tyrant.

She spoke, but he didn't hear a word she said. Oh Raider got the jist of what she was saying, but it didn't matter. He heard Twilight call her out, saw the guards make an attempt to stop her; honestly, that was pretty dumb. What were they going to do against a demi-god, tickle her into submission? Maybe ask nicely? With a final flourish, and a swirl of darkness, Nightmare Moon left the gathering, floating off to the forest.

Only a few ponies weren't panicking in the wake of these revelations. One knew what she had to do, and immediately headed for the library. Five others followed her, wondering just what she knew of the situation. The last could only stand there, confused, as the last piece of his reality slipped away.

Raider was alone by the stage, the area having been evacuated shortly after the dark alicorn left. He recognized her even in that twisted form, even as she basically told everyone she was going to freeze the planet. The one who stood beside humanity in their time of need. The one who was turned to stone for not following in the footsteps of her sister. The one many humans owed their lives to, who had done more for humanity than the rest of ponykind put together.

"Luna?"

Author's Notes:

I've only read a few CB stories, but in general I don't think many people understand just how terrifying Pinkie can be if she's out to get you. There is literally nowhere you can go that's safe from her.