"We'll get there when we get there," Luna's exasperated voice said through the trees. Gotta hide! ... Wait.... Better idea.

Moving to the middle of the entrance to the cave, I picked up a stick that was as tall as I was and stood there waiting for the inevitable confrontation that would arrive. Insert aplicable Gandalf pose here, I thought with a chuckle before making my face go blank.

"Still, this has been boring for the past three hours. This forest is supposed to be filled with monsters, yet we have seen only bunnies and squirrels," Luna said as she stepped into the clearing. She looked exactly like she was in the Season Four Pilot; twigs sticking out of her mane, and dirt clinging to her coat. "Where are...."

Celestia, taking notice of her sister's pause, strode into the clearing and stopped next to Luna. She was completely clean, her hot pink coat shining in the sunlight.

She gained a slight smirk and a disdainful look in her eyes as they found me. "This is what Discord sets against us?"

Wow, didn't expect a prideful Celestia, I kept my calm, neutral expression, not showing any sign at the name.

"Sister, don't assume. It might be the Tree's protector," Luna chided.

"It is in our way, if it is the Tree's protector, it has fallen to his magic. And so will the Tree if we don't stop him."

Can't fault her logic. Besides, the Tree of Harmony does almost fall to the plunder vines.... That sounds messed up. I shift from one foot to the other, causing the two ponies to focus on me again. "I am neither Corrupted by Chaos, nor the protector of Harmony. I bring tidings of the future."

"How will you prove this? You have nothing but that staff of yours," Luna said.

"I have more than just a staff." though it's not really a staff "I will tell you of things to come."

"Then speak your peice and be gone," Celestia replied.

"Tia! Please forgive my sister, she can be a bit hot-blooded at times," Luna said. "Please, tell us what you will."

Okay, why do I feel like I'm not in My Little Pony? Maybe this wasn't a good idea... I continued on anyways, turning to face Celestia. "You, Celestia, have two futures-"

"How can one pony have two futures, it's impossible!" She inturrupted.

"You have two futures, but may only choose one. One is the path of Darkness and rage, the other of isolation and redemption."

"So I have to choose between those?"

I nodded, "Once the one called Discord is dealt with, this shall come to pass."

"And what of me, Prophet? what do you see of me?" Luna asked.

I looked at the younger sister, and filled my face with sorrow, "A pain no one should have to bear. Be warned: the future is not set in stone; there are many paths through life. But know this, Events shall happen no matter what, though they be small or large, they shall come to pass."

With that I turned and walked along the cliff base, not looking back or reacting when they tried to come after me. I took one last step, ensuring that I was out of sight from where they had been standing and rewound time, letting it play once it had moved to before I had turned, making my escape complete. Now to wait while Discord blows over.

Ugh why do I feel this way? I'm not sick, I don't think it's that time of the month; besides, that would have more than just feeling bad, I shuddered, not wanting to know what it actually felt like. I pushed on, still being as silent as I could be. I've been careful about what I eat, and I know I'm getting enough sleep. The only thing I haven't been doing is taking a bath. I must smell pretty ripe after two months in a forrest.... Is that all it is?

I push through a few more bushes, surprised to find myself in front of a hot spring with about a hundred bottles on stone shelves lining one side of the pool.

"Oh, this is way too good to be true...." I look around and seeing that the coast was indeed clear, I stripped and dove in, relishing the delicious warmth. Soon I surfaced, my need for air instead of water to breathe forcing me to. I have to admit, my memories of what happened after are... blurry, to say the least. I do remember something about a sponge shaped like a horses penis, though. The next thing I remember clearly was dressing, feeling very pleased with myself.

I heard something gasp in horror after I straightened up from tying my shoes. Turning, I saw Celestia standing outside an open door I had somehow managed to miss on a building I didn't know had been there.

"Uh.... Hi?" I said. How did I miss an entire building?

"You...." Her expression changed to a rage filled glare, "Y-you used my shampoo?!"

I glanced over my shoulder, noticing the twenty or so bottles floating in the water, each of them had a sun on their side. Fuck.... How did I use that much shampoo? "Um.... I hadn't known it was yours?"

"I don't mind that Luna uses it once in a while, but you; something I met only once?!?!" She took a step towards me, her horn lighting up.

I took a step back, almost falling back in the pool, "L-look I know this looks bad, but I-"

Without warning she released her spell, hitting my chest right in the center. It's a curious sensation; turning to stone. You feel yourself slowly being consumed by a cold, dead-like feeling -- sort of like you're going numb, but more terrifying.

In a panic, I tried reversing time. By the time my arm was out-stretched, I was encased in stone.

I didn't exactly pay attention to what went on around me, but I did listen to news about what was happening. Apparently Celestia tried to take Luna out of the picture by banishing her to the moon, but Luna managed to banish her instead. She raged at my statue for weeks after, saying it was my fault that Celestia had to be banished to the sun.... I'd rather not go into detail about how she broke down and almost took her own life in front of my statue. I don't even know how she heard my thoughts, but she did apparently and never tried that again.

She continued to visit me once a month, letting out everything she kept bottled up during Court; I learned more about the 'nobles' that Celestia had let stay in power than I ever needed to know. I learned that ponies were slowly adopting a nocturnal pattern, with the exception of Pegasi, they were... set on bringing Celestia back and openly shunned all that changed. There were more than a few assassination attempts made over the next four hundred years. Four days after the last attempt, pegasi were hunted down... and not by guards. The ones who survived the fifty year hunt went into hiding and weren't seen again. Presumed to have died out after three hundred years.

I used most of my time seeing how I could improve my control over time (the spell Celestia used turned you to stone, but trapped your spirit and magic/powers in the stone prison. It didn't hinder you, just made certain that you couldn't lose your powers). I got to the point where I could go back years and even go forwards in time a little.

So, here we are: annoying Discord again, trying to escape after he had failed.

You know, if you didn't sing as often I'd have freed you already, Discord thought-texted me.

And I wouldn't have the satisfaction of doing it myself. Plus I would've been imprisoned again just for escaping around the time you had. I sent back, a little annoyed that he's just now mentioning that. .... But I wouldn't mind the help. I'll even cause some Chaos for you~!

Alright, just don't go using all of Celestia's shampoo again, he replied smugly.

Hey! that was one time! And I hadn't known that I was in their private washroom...

He laughed as he unravelled the spell holding me motionless, until I couldn't hear his thoughts anymore.

"If only I could get away with an Alladin quote right now," I said as I rubbed my neck and stretched. "Okay, I think Luna said that Celestia had her rooms in the... west wing? Or maybe it's west from the throne room? Bah, I'll figure it out as I go."

I hopped down to the ground and started towards the nearest door that lead into the castle.

Author's Notes:

Whew, two chapters written in one day for this fic.... Yeah, nothing much to say here except give me some critique if you want, not to mention comments. I love replying to comments.