Author's Notes:

As is my norm, dislike if you enjoyed, like if you didn't or just didn't read this. And edits done to this first chapter goes to Bromad! Go follow him, since he might end up being the co-writer of this Displaced story.

Ashton sighed as memories of a life very different from his own started to invade his mind and dreams over the last few weeks he spent in the cell.

It wasn't so much that he couldn't get out, he could teleport out in an instant if he wanted to.

He didn't want to get out and face the wrath of the solar monarch.

His only solace was a convict staying next to him, apparently the poor mare had been caught stealing to feed her little sister. They took that poor soul off somewhere late last night, and she hadn't returned.

"Psst!" A voice called to him from the tiny, even by pony standards, cell window. It was the voice of the mare he got far too familiar with over the last few days.

He got up and went over to the window, and smiled warmly when he saw the mare he teleported over to chat with several times during his internment, looking at him through the bars.

"Heyo, Aurana. How ya doing? Little sis eating good?" Aurana Silverflight, a beautiful young pegasus mare. Her cutie mark being a pile of bits and a bandit mask superimposed on it, with a muted grey coat that went along well to match her perfect gorgeous baby blue eyes.

She sighed and nodded, laying down and looking at him. "Yeah... It doesn't seem to help her much though... You know, you were the one that managed to save me in court today. I used what you told me, and Princess Celestia let me go. Thank you. Also, I asked around, and apparently she doesn't know you're still alive, let alone in the dungeons, so..."

"So I can come and go as I wish." Ashton finished, and after seeing her smile and nod, he used a short range teleportation spell to just behind her, since he could see there wasn't anypony there at the time.

(Wait, am I ahead of myself? I'm ahead of myself. REWIND!)

Ashton Grey was dressed to express his interest in an mlp sci-fi actionesque roleplay him and a group of friends were doing. At heart, he loved the idea of a Soft Metal Furred Wolf. Red robes and cowl, grey fur, a wolf's mask, with a small white skull pendant clasping the cowl hood together.

This specific Wolf was named Silphen Dardo. Archmage, and second in command of all the Silver Wolves at his home.

Ashton found it difficult searching for a book thick enough to represent all the different branches of magic, and a bizarre cover design to boot to get his friends who saw him with it talking. Luckily, there was a vendor off to the side that had just what he needed.

"Heyo! How much for the spellbook?" Ashton asked the merchant.

Smiling, he gestured to the book. "For you and that snazzy OC you got there? I'll sell it for twenty."

Now this should've set off a couple red flags for him, because that's exactly how much he had on him in terms of cash, and that was way too overpriced for a blank book.

"Sweet! Here!" Ashton simply pulled out the twenty and handed it over, and picked up the book...

...And was in the middle of Ponyville's fountain.

After looking around for a few seconds in pure shock, one of the three flower drama ponies shrieked and feinted. The other two followed suit, and every other pony looked at him, shrieked, and panicked. All while the now giant wolf just stared at the pastel ponies and said one word.

"...Fuck."

After a few hours, trying to dry off his newly acquired magical robes, as well as get used to having silver fur in place of hair and a muzzle in place of a human nose and mouth, and claws in place of fingers, he managed to sit down and have a small chat with Twilight and her friends about who and, more importantly what, he was... A human trapped in a cosplay, on Equestria, quite possibly hundreds of years away.

"...And that's how I got here." Ashton said to Twilight, who had somehow acquired a notepad and quill during his life story, of which he left out the part of ponies and the show.

"Interesting..." Twilight muttered, still writing the last bits down.

"So... You're a... human...?" Fluttershy asked, in her adorably quiet manner.

"Well... Yes and no. I'm a thing a friend of mine calls a Soft Silver wolf. He's an archmage, if what he says carried over is accurate, and he is currently practicing blood ma-"

"YOU'RE PRACTICING A FORBIDDEN MAGIC!?!" Twilight shouted, cutting Ashton off mid sentence.

Ashton, for his part, winced and flinched away from the shrieking pony next to him. "Ow... And no. It's only 'forbidden' because you don't know the level of respect you need to have for the magic, so you don't gone stark raving mad. That, and good morales."

"That's not all you need, dark mage." A cold, and very regal sounding voice said from behind him, making him turn around, and look face first into the practically smoldering eyes of one very angry looking Princess Celestia.

"Uh... Hi... Princess?" Ashton asked, highly uncertain as to how to react to the cutely angry pone alicorn.

"You openly practised black magic, but don't readily attack? You have more than just good morales, wolf. You need very high endurance to the corruption such magics spread on ones soul." Celestia said, her left eyes twitching as she said those words.

"Eheheh... Y-yeah... I guess so... But if it helps my case any, Silphen, the guy I'm basically possessing right now I believe, believes that all knowledge is to be treasured and shared openly, so long as one can handle the costs...?"

Wrong thing to say to a group of mortified ponies that could turn one into stone, and the literal GODDESS of the sun. Ashton learns this only a second later as Twilight teleporting him to some kind of a prison cell, possibly under Canterlot, saved him from being burnt so thoroughly that even his SOUL would get a good tan before leaving.

(All caught up? Yes? GOOD! Next chapter.)