I stood on the deck of the ship after the game of poker as clouds parted in front of the ship. The clouds parted to reveal a huge city built into the side of a mountain framed by the setting sun. The city was like Rivendell with flowing water coming down the mountain and through the city before falling of different sections. The buildings were Gondolin with white and gold primary colors. A few parts of it were hanging over the edge of main mountain area but it looked like a fantasy kingdom straight out of a children’s book.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Lemon said as she approached behind me.

“Yeah,” I mumbled as it grew closer. Turning I saw Sunset going over Lighting’s newly repaired armor as if looking for the smallest imperfections. “Hey what happened to her?” I asked seeing Lightning sporting a fresh black eye. Upon seeing me looking Lightning was quick to turn away and focus on something off to the side.

“Oh, she hit herself in the face with her mop last night.” Must have been when the ship lurched. “And because the cleaning activated while she was down Commander Buns figured out what she was waiting for them so he had her running doing drills all night and won’t let anyone heal it.” Lemon explained as Lightning seemed to grow more tired as she went over the punishment. My heart went out to her and I felt the beginning of a Heal spell work its way through me. Suddenly the ship jolted and my magic fell down.

Turning I saw the ship settle in what I could only assume was a docking bay. I let out a breath at the my almost breaking of the rules and for Lightning no less. Turning I saw Lemon standing like a statue. “Hey, something the matter?” I was about to put my hand on her shoulder but she lunged back. She turned and stared at me before relaxing.

“Sorry always get jumpy when the ship moves unexpectedly.” She threw out before quickly walking toward the ramp. I started to follow only to feel an armored hand clamp on my shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Shining asked from behind me. Now a wise man would stay quiet at this obvious trap of a question.

“I heard of this great doughnut shop and I’m just dying to try it.” I think you should have figured out by now that my survival instincts are not in that range.

“Sorry but you have to skip on Doughnut Joe’s. My men will escort you to where you’ll be staying tonight.” I let out a sigh as I began following him to two standing sentries. “See you soon.” And just like that, I watched as he and Sunset left with her team.

“Here,” Indigo said as she thrust a piece of paper and a ring into my hand. I shoved them into my pocket not having time to look at what I got before the guards pushed me down a path.

We walked in silence for a few seconds before I couldn’t take the silence anymore. “So, Doughnut Joe’s? They have the best pastries in town?” I asked trying for a casual conversation. Obviously, I chose poorly as the two guards almost seemed to go at each other and me with ensuing argument about confectionery treats. I tried to keep up but it was a lost cause. As the two kept the debate no one asked for alive I felt myself wonder.

‘Huh, what’s that,’ my brain, or maybe Terra wasn’t quite sure yet asked drawing my attention to a nice shiny watch laying on the ground. It looked familiar, so being the reasonable idiot, I was, I left my guards and walked down the dark alleyway to pick it up.

Huh, it kind of looks like the silver watch from FMA. As I reached down to pick it up, I heard something in my head. I am the one who constructs and deconstructs, the partner and protector of the moon. I aid the innocent, and protect the children, If you require aid, call my name and I will come forth, The Crimson Sage

Crimson Sage, what the hell? Well doesn’t seem like someone I need right now. As I move to put the watch away a thought strikes me, is this guy like the Demons I could summon? Well, there was only one way to find out. As I pull the watch back out, I focus on it, trying to summon the person, or thing attached to it. “Man, this is hopeless. I mumble tossing it up in the air. Too bad I couldn’t see the portal open above, after all, it was meant to be in front of the person summoning, not tossed aside like a fool. Nor the body of the summoned now falling toward him.

Oz got a very distinct feeling of deja vu as he was once again face down on the ground. Pulling himself to his feet he heard another groan come from beside him. “Just once I would like to summoned and NOT land on my back.”

“Sorry about that old timer I’ll be more careful about it in the future.” Oz waved farewell to any chance of a good first impression. It was a very tearful departure on his part. Feeling like he needed to somehow make up for it he offered the red-cloaked man his gauntlet hand hoping to at least help him up.

It was unneeded because between one blink and the next he sitting up and glaring at me. “Who are you calling so old that they were Fred Flintstone's first-grade teacher.”

‘Yep I just summoned the famous full metal alchemist and managed to piss him off.’ Oz thought to himself not knowing if he should congratulate himself or not. He took a step back and raised his hands. “Woah was just joking with ya’. I mean you look young and in great shape. Names Oz by the way.” You could probably tell his mind was going in the please don’t hurt me direction.

“Though, technically you’re not wrong. Names Edward Elric.” Ed said leaning back on his hands.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking…how old are you?” Oz asked carefully like he was walking through a minefield.

“Oh I’m 2,136 years old, give or take a few years,” Edward said getting to his feet and dusting himself off. “Well, you’re another Displaced so I’ll forgive you. So, why’d you summon me anyway?” The alchemist turned his head taking in the surroundings. “Wait are we in Canterlot?”

Oz’s mind was a whirl of confusion. “Well, I kind of summoned you just to see if I could. But wait Displaced?” Well better get some of the unimportant stuff out of the way.

“Oh, I’m guessing you haven’t encountered any others. Well as the first let me explain a few things to you.” Ed took another step back and assumed the pose of a teacher. “Dimensionally Misplaced, or just Displaced, is the term given to those of us who transported here from another world.”

Oz nodded his head, “Sounds like what happened to me. I bought this sword and shield from some vendor dressed as the merchant from Resident Evil then next thing I know I’m here.”

“Yep that’s pretty common, I came across one other who encountered the same person.” Oz’s jaw fell. He didn’t know what to say. The fact that this was so common and was somehow being done by the same guy was kind of shocking.

“Who else did you come across?” I numbly asked.

“The Displaced was a Fairy Tail Mage named Lex and the time pony by the name Time Turner and. You met him?” Oz thought about it for a bit before he shook his head. “That’s okay I’m sure you’ll come across him eventually. So besides to talk you need help with anything?”

“No, I was just on my way…” The rusted gears in Oz’s mind started to turn as he ran back to the entrance to the ally. “Those jerks left without me!” The two guards were nowhere in sight and the sun already had set and the moon was now rising higher in the sky.

“Whoa, who left you?” Ed asked walking up behind me.

“I was supposed to head to the castle but the guards escorting me seemed to have left,” Oz said not wanting to let the alchemist know about the prison thing.

“Huh, lucky for you then that I know where it is.” Ed proudly said walking out ahead of Oz. “Just follow me and we’ll be there in no time.”

Oz started following behind Ed trying to think of some form of conversation to pass the time. “Seems this version of Equestria has humans.” He heard Ed say to himself.

“Is that weird?” Oz asked catching up so he was walking beside him.

“No, I’m sure it’s normal here but in my world, they look human but have horse ears and tails.” Oz’s mind tried to picture what he described but all he came up with was a blue screen. “Another version of Equestria version I visited was more of an anthro version where their feet ended in hooves and they still had their fur coat.” What? My mind popped up blue screen after blue screen. Lucky my minded mate smashed his fist into them snapping me out of it. Only for another blue screen to slink towards us.

“To totally end my mind breaking, is that an iguana in a tux.” True to what I said there was a purple iguana with green spikes walking towards us.

“I’m not an iguana. Not like you’d care.” The iguana(?) spoke, somehow.

“Spike?” Ed leaned down to examine the lizard who stopped and looked at the red Jawa.

“Do I know you?” How a non-human face could convey confusion Oz might never figure out. Though he might run many, many tests.

“Yeah, I don’t know anything about what’s going on, so if someone can fill in the confused idiot on some subjects like how reptiles talk and how spikes are related to it. That would be nice.” Oz butted in.

“Wait you guys can hear me?” Looks like when it makes a face it’s stuck that way. Oz and Ed nodded their head. “Well as I said before I’m NOT an Iguana, I’m a dragon.” One of its claws went up to its chest as if taking a pose of pride. “And my name is Spike.”

“Well nice to meet you,” I mumbled as Ed adopted a pose while mumbling something about differences to himself. “So, what’s a noble dragon doing out here so well dressed?”

The pride slowly deflated from him like a balloon. “Well, my friends and I were going to the Gala.”

“Say no more I think I know what happened,” Oz said cutting Spike off. “Your friends abandoned you,” Spike perked up while Ed nodded his head, “because they wouldn’t let familiars into the dance.” Both of them fell onto the ground. “Don’t worry my good friend we will reunite you with your friends and we’ll start by getting all of us into the Gala!” Oz thrust one of his arms forward pointing toward the horizon.

“The castle is that way.” Ed pointed toward a large tower in the distance.

“How was I supposed to know? I’ve never been here before.” Oz muttered while picking up Spike. “Now come on we have a quest to complete.”

“Hey, wait isn’t this kidnapping?” Spike struggled in his grip as they walked toward the castle.

“Where I come from it’s called surprise adoption,” Oz responded back as they neared the gates and were met with their first obstacle. “Now be quiet we need to think of how to get by the guards.”

“Spike do you have any tickets?” Ed asked the logical question.

“No, I only have one for me.” He pulled out a single ticket from one of his pockets and showed them. “Look it’s nice that you want to help me but this isn’t worth it.” Spike seemed to melt in Oz’s arms. “I just wanted a nice night of memories with my friends, seems we both won’t get what we wanted.”

“Hey, Ed hold this.” Oz handed the depressed drake to Ed while he took the ticket. “By the way, you got any kickass titles?”

Edward was caught off guard by the out of nowhere question. “A couple: The Crimson Butcher, now the Crimson King, The Golden-Eyed Sage, and the Fullmetal Alchemist, why you ask.”

“Follow me,” Oz said as his sword appeared at his waist with the shield popping on his back. “Be prepared to run this might not go well.” Strutting forward Oz approached the guard with as much confidence as he didn’t have.

“Halt who goes there?” One of the guards yelled.

“You dare ask ‘who goes there’.” Oz poured as much offense as he could into that statement. “Surely you recognize THE Golden-Eyed Sage?” Oz waved his hands toward Ed who was being oddly quiet. “I’m sorry your greatness, I’m sure the guards will correct their mistake.” Turning back, he thrust the ticket forward. “Here is his ticket. Please hurry we must get in as soon as possible.” Walking forward he whispered toward Ed, “Act like we're talking.”

“Sure, let's start with what the hell you're doing.” Ed almost yelled back.

“What you never pulled or seen the Nigerian Prince scam?” Oz asked, “We tell them you're important, do some Alchemy, maybe make a seat or something.” Ed rolled his eyes before clapping his hands and putting them on the ground. Lightning danced around as a seat was formed in front of him.

Taking the seat Ed continued, “So by making them believe that we are who we said we are they let us in.”

“That’s the plan,” Oz turned around, “Well they had enough time to stew.” Oz marched back toward the guards. “Well, are you opening the gates or not?”

“Yes, they should be opened soon. Terribly sorry to make you two wait.”

“Three, you meant to say make you Three wait.” Oz corrected as The Golden Eyed Sage walked through the gates with Spike riding his shoulder slack-jawed.

“Wait, sir,” One of the younger guards asked running up to Ed. “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble could I get an autograph?” Ah, to be that naive, you know before the internet.

Ed gave a kind smile before taking the small book and putting his signature on it. “Sure, and kid… Drop the disguise you won’t fool anyone with an illusion spell that sloppy.” Oz kept a tight grip on his jaw as an aspiring young soldier was replaced with a hardened veteran.

“I’ll have you know I was top of my class.” Ed and Oz slowly made their way past him and other gaping soldiers.

“Then you need to raise your standards.” With that final shot, we made it into the grand hall. It lived up to its title because it was grand. “Now time to find the Elements of Harmony.” Oz took that term that his new BFF just said and filed it away for later.

“There’s Rarity!” Following their dragondar they spotted a woman with royal purple hair wearing a gold and gem-encrusted headband that doubled to hold her foci crystal. The dress was pink with gold bands running across it and more precious gems with it. “That must be Prince Blueblood with her.” True to the young drake’s statement there was another person with her. If the women looked like she got a manicure every two days this guy looked like he got one every half an hour. The dude looked like someone brought to life a Ken doll and forgot to give him an appealing personality. The guy wore a suit lined with diamonds with black pearls as buttons. Oz could tell just by looking at him that he loathed this waste of perfectly good oxygen.

“But how are we going to get her away from him,” Oz mumbled rubbing his chin.

“Don’t worry,” The Crimson Butcher said preparing for a slaughter, “I got this,” and he found his next victim. No tears would be shed for the man(?).

Author's Notes:

Well here it is The Best Night Ever. Thanks go to Alvasa for letting me use his Character Ed you guys should really go check him out he’s awesome