Jabbing Point

by Discorded Q

Rating: everyone
Tags: Alternate Universe, Sad, Romance, Comedy
Length: 11343

Steven Greys' parents have died, and now he must travel across dimensions with his new ones.

What is music? It's the sound of the soul, Just like a painting is the picture of the soul. How is it possible to control that? What would you do if you had the power to do what ever you wanted through music? What would you do if you lost it?

This story follows the tale of Steven Greys. A 16-year-old human boy who has never even heard of the show.

Steven has school, between his daily beatings, but with the help of his father, will he finally beat his nemesis? With both his parents dead, how is that possible? Is his father who he says he is? And now with his parents out of his life, who would take him in? And where would they go?

And what would you do if you were positioned in [spoiler alert]?

PS-> MORE CHARACTERS WILL BE MET LATER ON IN THE STORY.

(To the person who wrote "Oh, Octavia", I had this Idea a while ago, but I just want you to know that in no way am I ripping you off.)

EDIT: Removed derps in description.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2011-10-18 09:45:07 UTC

A New Begining

Disclaimer:

I do not own ponies, My Little Pony, My Little Pony: Friendship is magic is owned by Studio B Productions, Hasbro, The Hub, Lauren Faust and anyone else who I forgot to mention, I am super duper ooper sorry for any inconveniences caused.

Also… Everything in this story is falsified. Nothing is true (Mostly regarding the letter he gets in the first part.

Now… ON WITH THE STORY!!!

Part 1:

I have dreams, strange dreams, they're pretty regular, only I've noticed something off about them, whenever I am about to wake up I see one of 3 little horses, playing an instrument. Whether I am walking in a subway, passing a forest, going through a concerto hall, or passing a rave party. Those three horses are there, playing their instruments. There is a green one, a gray one, and a white one, but I never get more then that, I am always waking up.

Steven Greys was a strange 16-year-old; he was lonely, quiet, and the main target for harassment at school. His mother was a doctor, supporting him while his father was away in the army. It had always pained him when his father left the house to go fight, but it had to be done. Steven would always sit away from people to eat, but that would never work. Stacy and his gang of two hooligans would always, ALWAYS find him.

“Look it’s mister lonely!” Called Stacy whilst I was sitting at a table, by myself. I just looked away, I’ve had enough of him already, and it was only the second week back, “What? You to weak to do anything about it?” I stayed silent, but it was true, I was a weakling, a sand wall compared to a brick wall. “Aww, Mister Lonely is lonely!” He walked up to me laughing, “Hey buddy! Whatcha eating?” It wasn’t much, just a vegemite sandwich, and I hadn’t even started it. I stayed quiet. “Hmmp, not answering? Well I know how to find out!” He then grabbed half my sandwich and shoved it in his mouth; he was taking my only lunch. “Mmm! Tastes like vegemite, I think I’ll take the second half as well!” He took the other half and shoved it in, chewing loudly. “MM-mmm, Com-pli-ments to zee chef!” He said in a bad French accent, I was still silent, seconds past, “Hey, bozo! Are you deaf?” He asked mockingly. No I wasn’t, but I wish I were, “I said compliments to the chef!”

“Thnkyu…” I mumbled under my breath.

“What? What was that?” He said cupping his ear.

“Thank you…” I said louder.

“I can’t hear you!!” he sang, earning a chuckle from his gang.

I had enough I stood up from my chair and yelled, “THANK YOU, YOU ASS! LEAVE ME ALONE!” I exploded, but this was different explosion, I felt strange, like I was powered up or something, I had never felt it before, but I couldn’t feel it long because…

“DON’T YELL AT ME!” He then punched me in the gut. I clenched where he hit with my arms, and hunched over, he grabbed my hair, and pulled my face up to look at him, “I was mealy giving my compliments, gees!” He smacked my head down and I fell to the floor and cried in pain, he put one foot on my back and knelt down to me and said, “Or didn’t you make it?” I just shut my eyes, and kept quiet, wishing this to be over, and then the bell rang.

Thank god, saved by the bell.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

School had finished and I caught the bus home, but when I made it home… It… It was just terrible, I saw my mother, she was crying, and holding a yellow letter. I knew what this meant, but I didn’t want to believe it. I walked up to mum and she looked at me, her eyes were puffy and red as if she had been crying for a while, she motioned for me to sit down next to her, she hugged me then she showed me the letter.

Army KIA Notice

Date: Friday, 5th November 2010

Recipient: Doctor Alexandra Jess Greys, PhD

From: Colonel James Sanders, Australian Defense Minister

Subject: Sargent David ‘Shadow’ Greys (KIA)

Dr. Greys, we regret to inform you of the tragedy that occurred at 2000 hours last night.

During an assault against the enemy, your husband, Sargent David Greys was Killed In Action. Our medics did the best they could to revive him, unfortunately he was too gravely wounded, he did not make it. We extend out greatest apology to you and your family; your husband died a great man. His funeral will be held tomorrow at the ANZAC Memorial Cemetery at 1200 hours.

Lest we forget,

Colonel J. Sanders, ADM

‘no… No… NO!!! I thought, DAD NO! NO!!’ I looked at mum and started crying, she held me and we cried together. My father was never to return and she would never see her husband again.

Please come back home dad.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

The next morning was the funeral and my family was there, uncle, aunty, grandpa and grandma all turned up to see the burial of my father. I looked into the hole as my father’s coffin was being lowered; I threw my rose in and wished him safe travels into the after life. My mother stood next to the hole as she grabbed the golden band on her finger and held it in her hand, she grabbed my hand and put it on top of hers, she looked at me and nodded, she swung her hand and dropped the ring into the hole. It landed with a ping. “Until death do us part,” she muttered with a tear trickling down her eye. The priest said a prayer ending with “Amen,” then said, “Lest we forget,” to which everyone replied, “Lest we forget.” When the priest finished his speech a line of soldiers fired off a 21-gun salute.

Lest we forget.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Next was the will reading because my father’s possessions had to be given out. Not a lot of people turned up to the reading, but dad never had much to begin with. My uncle received his watch, “To My brother-in-law Jason, I know you have been eyeing my watch a lot, so I give this to you, keep it clean… It was expensive.” My cousin’s family got lucky, “To my brother, I don’t have much, but I give you and your family $1000 dollars, treat it well, and spend it in good health, and make sure that little Dave gets a share as well. To my best friend, greatest ally, and brother-from-another-mother Daniel, I give you the thing you wanted a long time ago, though it might not be much now, but you said that I would give this to you anyway, my first 15 watt amp for my electric guitar, treat it well buddy.” Next was an army soldier I didn’t recognize, “I once heard someone say that a soldier has two families; the one you raise, and the one you raise hell with, to my brother-in-arms Magnet, I know it’s not much, but It would make me proud, and I would be honored if you had my combat knife and my shades.” The soldier went forward and collected his new possessions. The will reader then looked at the will funny and looked towards us and said, “The will says that everyone but his wife and child to leave, including the will reader.” With that everyone left, the reader gave us the paper and left the room, I sat next to my mum and read to note along with her.

…arling wife and my precious child, everyone else please leave including the will reader. ~David

To my wife, my dear Alexandra, I give you a 12-carat diamond ring I have been saving up for since I was 12. Though it’s not here at the moment, it’s in the box in the attic marked ‘Army Possessions’ inside a small felt box. And to my dear son, my only Steven, I give you 4 things, my bikers over coat and my abacus necklace passed to me by my father. I will also give you Gilda, my first electric guitar (help yourself to the equipment too) she resides in my study, she is a black Fender Squire Affinity series, and she is around my desk, somewhere… And my last gift to you, the thing I have only told 4 individuals so far, my real name, you were named after me, my son, my given name was Steven. Your mother, Daniel, my brother and my first love are the only ones that know. If you want you can stay just Steven, or be named Steven Greys Junior. The choice is yours, my son.

~Steven Greys Senior

Mum and I went home afterwards, we both went upstairs and mum went into the attic and I went to dad’s study, I went over to his desk and searched for Gilda, sooner or later I found her in a guitar stand, leaning against the wall behind his chair. I picked up Gilda and put the strap over my head, and adjusted it. It felt heavy in my arms but felt right, just at the feet of the guitar stand there laid a medium sized box. I slung Gilda around my back to make free my hands. I opened the box and found a jack cord, a tuner and a box of picks. I found I small portable amp and I moved these items to my room, the amp was surprisingly heavy for it’s size but that was to be expected.

I picked up a random pick, it was a stylized pick, it was a clear yellowish orange plastic with random swirls of red and black, kind of like a tiger pattern.

I swung the guitar back around and held it normally. I held a random set of strings and strummed the guitar, Dad kept his guitar well tuned; I didn’t need to tune it today. I plugged the jacks into the guitar and amp and I played a little melody, and to tell you the truth, I was kinda good at it, like a natural. The melody started out slow, then got faster, to a normal-ish speed, I decided to make the notes higher, I played a volley of high notes then suddenly went low and slow again. I hit a few chords and let the last on drag out long I then hit a high note and dragged it down and abruptly ended. Playing felt… Cathartic…

Gilda is amazing.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Monday came, I was still sad for my father, but I had to go to school, I packed all my books and homework and everything else, but my lunch. I wore my dad’s overcoat, it felt heavy and strange, like the guitar, but it felt right. Something felt different, I couldn’t point it out but it felt wonderful, I didn’t wear it normally I just had it over my shoulders with the top button done up.

Lunchtime, yay.

I sat in my usual place away from every thing, but I had no lunch to eat. I just laid my head on the table and waited for the imminent arrival of Stacy and his crew. Sure enough, “Hey! Bozo!” He called. I just turned my head the other way and stayed silent, “What, no lunch today?” I couldn’t care less for his annoying remarks, so I stayed quiet. “Helllllooo? Booozooo!” He sang again. He didn’t like being ignored so he hammered the table, “HEY! IM TALKING TO YOU!” He yelled.

“an’I’mnottalk’n’back…” I mumbled into the table.

“What?” He questioned.

“I’m not talking back.” I simply said. I couldn’t care less what he had to say next. He grabbed my hair and pulled it up to make me look at him, I kept a monotone face and sadness filled my expression.

“AH HA, MISTER LONELY HAS BEEN CRYING!!” He taunted, I just stared at him, then he said the unthinkable, “Why don’t you cry home to your daddy?” he smiled.

Something snapped, “what?” I said, “What did you say?” I saw red.

“I said, cry home to your daddy!” He taunted again, unaltered by my anger.

“I wish I could…” I said, waiting for a response.

“And whyyyyy’s that?” He mocked.

“CAUSE HE’S F*nope*ING DEAD!” I yelled in his face and that earned a few looks from other school kids. I felt that power again, I let it take over, my hand jabbed the soft muscle under his forearm, his grip went limp and his hand lost all function as I ducked out from under it and stood, the overcoat made a cool swishing sound and stayed on my shoulders. The look on his face told me he wasn’t expecting that.

“Wha-?” He said quizzically.

“He died on Friday,” I commented menacingly, interrupting him. He snapped out of his quizzical expression, and swung his good arm for a right hook, I dodged underneath it and chopped just above his elbow then ducked and jabbed under his armpit, and his entire arm went limp, “I BURIED HIM THE DAY AFTER, HE IS GONE NOW!” I smacked the lower part of his spine with my left hand, and jabbed the back of his neck with my right hand, “I WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!” I then elbowed the area where his jugular resides, he fell on the floor and I stood over him. I looked at where his hooligans were but they weren’t there anymore, figures. I put my left foot on his back and knelt down to him, “Or did you already know?” I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to look at me he was… smiling?, “And by the way? My name is Steven. Greys. Junior.” I sharply spat out the last word as I smacked his head down, stood up, and left him there. Everyone that watched went up in cheer, this broke my mood as I looked around all the kids swam around me congratulating me on the triumph, everyone was smiling around me, at me, patting me on the back, high fiving me and laughing at Stacy, I realized what I did, and reveled in the moment. I was having so much fun, and then I felt someone tap my shoulder. Everyone quieted down as they looked at the people behind me, I turned and two uniformed police officers stood there, the one on the left spoke, “Mister Steven Greys?” he said.

“Yes?” I shyly said back.

“We need you to come with us.” The one on the right simply said, he put his hand on my shoulder then said, “It’s about your mother.”

Oh god no. Please god, no.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

NO! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPING AGAIN! My mind screamed. As I looked at my mother in the hospital bed a tear rolled down my cheek. The only thing that I could hear was the slow beeping sound and the breathing machine. “She was attacked at the super market, and was bashed half to death, I’m sorry.” The doctor said but I stayed silent, and looked at my mum, her eyes slowly opened. She was weak. I came closer to her and she looked upon me with a tear in her eye, she mumbled something, I went closer to her and she whispered in my ear, “Check… the attic… crate… code… 1996… meet princess… Luna… I… L-Lo…” A long sigh fell out of her mouth followed by a long beep, she was gone.

They both left me.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

“Are you alright Princess?” one of the royal guard pegasi asked.

“Yes, I’m fine, but while your there, fetch my sister please,” the princess of the moon said to the guard.

“At once your highness.” He bowed and left.

“Alexandra Greys, I hear your plea. Send him here.” She said with her eyes closed.

“You called for me sister?” Celestia walked through the door to her sister’s quarters.

“Do you know Alexandra or David Greys?” Luna asked her sister.

“Yes, I remember. Is there something wrong?” Celestia asked her sister.

A treacherous tear escaped Luna’s eye, “They’re gone.” She said forlornly, barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry Luna.” Celestia comforted her sister.

“David died a few days ago…” Luna began.

“I know… I felt it too.” Celestia said, and sat next to Luna on her bed. They just lay there for a while, until Luna broke the silence.

“She’s entrusted him in my care, but I’m not sure if I can take care of him.”

“I could though. Why don’t I be his ‘legal guardian’?”

“Yeah but, I don’t know, Alexandra entrusted him to me.”

“I know, but you could always give him to me, and I’ll take care of him, giving you some free time with him.”

Luna looked up at her sister and found her smiling at her, “I’d like that, I’d like that a lot.”

“So… How is he going to get here?” Celestia mused.

“Should I get your student to help?” Luna suggested, trying to keep the spite out of her features, but failing to do so.

“Now that’s an idea!” Celestia exclaimed, but then softened down and whispered into her frustrated sister, “But I think his new guardians should pick him up.”

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

I was still at the hospital, waiting for my new guardians to pick me up, ‘was it going to be Uncle Rob? I’d sure love to live with my cuz… and those thousand dollars… Maybe Daniel? I would like to match Gilda to her first amp, that’d be great.’  A smile crept on my face as I thought about the possible outcomes to pass time.

I waited in the lobby as two strange people came in, a woman and a man and they looked normal, but felt different; something about them irked me to no end. The woman was tall and had a long styled multi-colored hair evenly split with lavender, purple, emerald and aqua colors, the hair was distracting but she was wearing a white robe of sorts, with suns on either side of her hips. The man wore what looked to be a suit, his hair was short but was colored strangely, it wasn’t full back but it was more of a navy-blue color. Now he had what looked to be two crescent moons at the end of his tux. “Hello we’re here for Steven. Is he here?” The woman asked the receptionist, the lady looked up and pointed to me. I stood up and made my way over to them, the receptionist handed the woman a piece of paper, “What’s this? Oh legal papers!” The woman placed the paper down and said, “My… Husband has the papers.” She said putting a small amount of emphasis on husband.

“Hmm? Oh right.” He reached into his tux and pulled out a similar piece of paper with writing on it, “Would this do?” he asked.

“Thank you Mister and Missus… Lunaris? Isn’t that?” The receptionist began to say, but the man cut her off.

“Latin for moon, yes it is.” He said proudly.

“Well alright then, Steven?” I looked up when I heard my name.

“These are my new parents?” I asked the receptionist.

“Yes, um… Have fun?” She was at a loss of words; she didn’t know what to really say in this situation anyway.

“I’ll make sure of it.” I said and turned to my new mum and dad, “You two look funny… Now that I got that off my chest let’s get home.”

They looked at each other and nodded, “Ok, but first let’s get to your house.” The man said.

“My house? Why?” I asked them.

“Umm…” The man didn’t know how to react.

“To get your things, of course!” The woman told me and left the room and the man followed her.

“Well, okay then…” I said and walked out the door after them.

There is something strange about these two.

Class is in Session

Disclaimer:

I do not own ponies, My Little Pony, My Little Pony: Friendship is magic is owned by Studio B Productions, Hasbro, The Hub, Lauren Faust and anyone else who I forgot to mention, I am super duper ooper sorry for any inconveniences caused.

Now… ON WITH THE STORY!!!

Part 2

Class is in Session

They didn’t have a car to get home in, but luckily my old house was close to the hospital, but that didn’t change the fact that it took us at least 30 minutes. We made it to the house and ‘dad’ said, “This was your house?”

To which I replied sarcastically, “Yeah, it’s big isn’t it?” My house wasn’t big, it was quite small and a little run down. The attic window was boarded up, and Steven was not allowed to go up there.

I got a response from ‘mum’ but it wasn’t what I was expecting, “So Steven, do you have any friends here?”

“Not really? Are we going away from this blasted place?” I asked excitedly.

“To put it simply, yes, but you only need to pack what you want to bring.”

“Are we going far?”

“You could say that…”

“Cool, I only have little though, come on I’ll let you in.”

“One more question… Did Alexandra tell you anything before she died?” Said asked ‘mum’.

“Yeah- wait… I’ve never seen you before now, how did you know my mum?”

“Typical,” said ‘dad’.

“What?” I objected.

“It’s typical, for people to only think of what they think they know, you only know of after you were born, not before then, time extends for lo-“ ‘Dad’ was about to go into a whole lecture of time, but was thankfully interrupted by ‘mum’.

“What he means to say… Is that we knew Steven and Alexandra from before you were born.” ‘Mum’ simply said, but I caught her on something.

“Wait… Steven? As in Steven Greys Senior?”

‘Mum’ caught her mistake as well and said, “Yes…”

“My real dad’s will said that he only told 4 people of his real name, My uncle, my real mum, Daniel, and his ‘first love’, does that mean…”

“Yes, your father and I were in love before he left.” ‘Mum’ said dismissively as ‘Dad’ looked annoyed at her, “But we must be getting along now, will you let us in?”

“I guess so…” I said walking to the door, realizing that I didn’t have a key, “Bad news guys, I don’t have a key.” I looked back at them with an apologetic glance, my ‘dad’ walked up to the door and looked at it for a while then put his hand on the handle and said.

“No need, it was unlocked.” He opened the door, I swear the door was locked, I thought, “now, what was it you mother said?” ‘Dad’ asked.

“Well she told me to look in the attic, for a crate, and a code, also to meet someone named, Luna?” ‘Dad’ eyed his wife at the mention of the name.

“Huh,” He said, “Well I suppose… go get your possessions and meet us in the attic.” They both went into the house and made their way upstairs; I went to my room to get Gilda and my necklace. I took my coat off and put my necklace on under my shirt, then I put Gilda’s strap over my head and slung her around my back, after that I put the overcoat on my shoulders and over Gilda. I winded up the jack lead and put my arm through it, and then I put the box of picks in my pocket and picked up the portable amp. I went into the attic and saw my two ‘parents’; it was dark, but not to dark. ‘Mum’ and ‘Dad’ were waiting for me next to a create by the looks of the shadows on the wall and on their faces, it was almost like light was emanating from the box itself. ‘Dad’ turned when I made it up.

“He has the coat, and Gilda, but where are the shades?” I looked at ‘dad’ funny how did he know of Gilda, and the coat, AND the shades, and before he even got a good look at me, and besides only the woman would even have a slight clue of the items because my real dad would have shown her.

I had enough, “Ok look, I need some answers NOW, who are you two and how do you…” I pointed to the man and continued; “… know about Gilda, my coat and more confusingly the shades before I even showed you?”

“All will be revealed, I just need 10 more seconds of your trust, and I need to know. This crate is the one correct?” She pointed to the crate behind her.

I put my hand down to my side and moved slowly towards it giving a sideways glance of uncertainty towards the woman, “Yeeeees I believe so…” She looked at it and opened it but it was empty.

“It’s empty.” She simply said.

I knew vaguely what to do, she closed the lid and stepped aside letting me pass then I put my hand on the box and it made a magical flashing sound as it flashed dark blue, I stepped back in surprise I looked to my ‘parents’ and they didn’t seem to falter one bit, as if this was normal for them, then the light died down and a holographic keypad of sorts popped up. It had the numbers 0 through to 9 all in a row, then I remembered what my real mother said, “…crate… code… 1996…”

I pressed 1 and the keypad flashed and moved up by one and was replaced by another of the same, I pressed 9 and the keypad repeated it’s action now 3 rows of keypad were present, I pressed 9 again and It moved up, the last number… Would I trust these strange people and press 6? Or should I press another number and fail it… The choice was mine. What would happen when I press 6? Would I finally get out of this blasted place? Will this woman actually tell me what’s going on? ‘Only one way to find out…’ I finally thought then I pressed 6 and all four keypads disappeared… Then nothing, “Nothing happened?” I thought allowed.

“Now, open it please.” The woman’s voice was commanding but nevertheless remained kind. I opened the box to find a small crystal sphere on a golden stand. The woman took out the ball and placed it on the floor, despite it’s shape it remained still. The man and the woman stood on the opposite side of it to me and joined hands holding their other hands out for me to grab them. I stepped towards them skeptically I put my hand in theirs. All of a sudden the world sped by like a blur of colors, then as quickly as it came, it stopped.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

I looked around the room I was in and I was alone but I had all the things still, Gilda, my coat, my necklace, and so on. I examined the room and found a neatly made king-sized (Jackpot!) bed, a window that illuminated the room with the first bit of sunlight that started the day, a table and a candle on that table. What in the world is this place? I thought.

“Welcome to your new home my son.” I heard the woman’s voice say.

“I prepared it, do you like it?” A different voice said.

“Where am I, Who’s there?” I forcibly said.

“Why, you’re in my castle, my son.” The woman said, the door opened and I looked towards it expecting to see my ‘parents’ but instead found two strange looking horses one was rather tall -her head was about ten centimeters high then mine- and had a white body that was right about where everything normal about this horse ended, she had a long multi-colored mane and tail that seemed to flow without the need for wind and even more strange was that she had a long horn out the top of her head and had wings, also she had what looked to be a sun on both sides of her flank. The other horse was about half the first one’s size had wings and a horn, but was a dark blue color and had short light blue hair that decided that it would be nice to make sense and stay in place and a crescent moon on both sides of it’s flank. I didn’t believe this for a second.

“HaHa very funny, alright I had my laugh, now I think I’d like to get off the crazy gas now.”

“Crazy gas? w-?” The short one objected.

“Be calm my sister,” The taller one said, “Steven is just a bit disorientated. That comes naturally after an inter-dimensional warp…”

“Inter-dimensional~?” I parroted.

“Yes, welcome to Equestria, my new son.” The tall horse bowed her head.

“OK, so I’ll wake up soon… Hopefully, but while I’m here I might as well get some answers.” I said matter-of-factly.

“You’re not sleeping, this is as real as it’s ever going to get.” The small one said, “You are my sister’s son, and I am your aunt, I guess.”

“Alexandra entrusted you in my care, so literally speaking, that makes you my son.” The taller one said as she said that, the smaller one seemed to wince. I walked around the room then to bed, I decided that I would play along, I put my over-coat on the bed and then I put Gilda on top of it and the box of picks out of my pocket on the bed.

“Well, I don’t know about you but I’m rather tired…” Pausing for a fake yawn, “You know, um… Inter-dimensional warping and such…”

“The day is young my son.” The older one stated.

“Umm… Inter-dimensional jet-lag.” I shrugged.

They looked at me skeptically, “Then I suppose you should get some sleep.” The smaller one said. They backed out of the room and the door closed, I didn’t know what to do next, I just went to the bed and sat on it, “The covers feel real enough… And comfortable.” I laid my head on the pillow and just rested on top of the bed, and sighed, “As soon as I wake up from this dream I suppose I have to go back to school tomorrow.”

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

I dreamed. I dreamt that I was in a forest, and there was a lake. I jumped in the lake and swam.

I heard music, then the water changed, into notes. Not writing notes but music notes. I was swimming in a stream of endless notes. I got out of the stream because it leads to a fork. The fork went in three directions; at the ends of the streams I saw 3 horses the same 3 from my strange dreams. The one to the left was a dark gray, with a straight black mane, and amethyst eyes. She was playing a giant violin... no, that isn't a violin… it's a cello? She also had what looked to be a purple treble clef on her flank. The one in the middle looked like a minty color, it had a horn on it's head, it was shimmering a greenish color and a harp was floating next to it, no, that isn't a harp, harps are huge, this was just small, my music teacher had a name for it; Lare... Lair... Lyre was it? It's mark looked like the instrument and she had topaz eyes. The one on the right looked like a DJ, she had a neon blue styled mane and was colored white, she had purple colored oval shaped glasses around her neck, she had piercing ruby red eyes and what looked like a double quaver as her mark. Then they all spoke at the same time, "The jewels of music." When they said that they all turned into gems, the left one turned into a amethyst, the middle turned into a topaz and the one on the right turned into a ruby, "Find us. Help us."

"You need our help. We need your help. This land *needs** your help*."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

I woke up several hours later but I was still in the strange room. I rubbed my eyes with my wrist and slid up to put my back on the wall section, pushing my strange dream to the back of my mind, “Huh, so this isn’t a dream?”

“Why would this be a dream your highness?” I heard a voice call out to me.

“Highness?” Now I knew I was still dreaming, I opened my eyes and looked towards the door of the room… And saw a small brown horse standing there, this one was fake I knew it, ‘cause it had a horn on it’s head. I stared skeptically at the horse for a few seconds then it spoke. IT. SPOKE.

“Yes, Prince Steven Greys the second.” She simply said, I thought it was a ‘she’ because of the voice she had.

My eyes opened further in shock, as I darted back up my bed with my back against the wall and my hands on the bed, “Whoa! Did you just talk?!” I couldn’t believe my ears, or eyes, a horse, TALKING?! As if it was NORMAL?!

“Yes? Well I’m your personal maid assigned to you by your, umm… ‘Mother’.” She stated.

"And you can talk?" I reinstated.

"Yeah, like you can." She simply replied.

"Riiiiiiiight, and you are real?" I said as I checked to see if there was a horse, if I was still dreaming and if my hand was a sandwich.

"Yes. As real as you are." She started to get slightly frustrated, but maintained her composure.

"So I am not still sleeping?" I asked.

"No, you just woke up. Are you alright?" She asked with concern.

"Well if I am real then I am not 'all right', I am indeed half left." I joked

She chuckled, "You are indeed real, I am indeed real and that bed you are sitting on is- in fact- real."

“Ah huh, Well if you are actually real you would have a name. So do you have a name?” I asked the brown horse calming down from the fact that it’s a horse… and it talked... with a horses face... with a horses mouth... and a horses tongue...

She did what I thought was a shrug and said, “Well, you can call me servant, maid, or what ever you want really.”

Did she really just say that, to give up her name to me, just because I may be higher then her? This wasn’t going to pass, I sat on the edge of my bed and turned my head to look at her, and sighed, I stood up I realized that I was like, twice as high as her, That might be intimidating her… I decided to kneel down to her on one knee, and she did what I thought was a bow to me, her face was on the floor and her eyes were shut tight and her teeth were clenched, this put a smile on my face as I put my hand under her chin to rise her up to eye level and I said, “I’m no prince to me, you don’t need to surrender your name to me, just because I may be higher then you.”

She looked at me with an uncertain glance and I put on the kindest smile I could. She smiled back, looked away and appeared to blush, I think. Then she said, “No one has ever treated me like that before, or said anything like that to me. M-my name is Pann.”

“Well hello there Pann, now do you mind telling me where, exactly, I am?” I stood up and sat back on my bed, and looked at her. She shook her head slightly as if snapping out of a trance, “Ah yes, umm… You’re in Canterlot, in the castle of the rulers of this land, Ruler of the day, Princess Celestia, your umm, ‘Mother’, and ruler of the night, Princess Luna.”

“You mean the white and dark blue horses I saw earlier?” I inquired.

“I suppose, if you want to talk to them, they’re in the chambers to the left of yours.”

“All righty then…” I said as I rubbed my hands together, considering what to say next, “What time is it?” I asked as I reached for Gilda and coat.

“Umm, It’s getting late, Luna should raise the moon soon.” She stated.

“Wait, you guys have someone to raise the moon?” I questioned as I pulled Gilda and my coat towards me.

“Yeah sun as well, don’t you?” She asked back.

“No…” I said as I slung Gilda around my back and continued, “If I remember correctly, the world I come from obits around the sun while the sun stays still, and the moon orbits around the world, while the world spins on a tilted axis…” I then put my coat on my shoulders and over Gilda.

“Really? Wow, you hue-manes are weird…” She then opened her eyes quickly as if shocked and backed off slowly in fear, as if she said something wrong.

“Humans.” I corrected her, “…And one might say that, but most of us might say that you horses are weird as well, where I come from, horses don’t exactly… Talk.” I shot her a playful smile and she relaxed, “Where can I get some fresh air?”

“I can lead you to the closest balcony…” She said as the opened the door and ushered me out, “Mind you, not all ponies here like the idea of a, hue-mun, in royalty.”

“I think can understand that, I wont be too hot on the idea of having a horse run our government either… but then again, it might be less corrupt if it was.” I forced a small laugh. She looked at me puzzled as I heard a quiet objection.

“Corrupt?”

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I should be in the circus.

The amount of stares I got from these ponies I passed suggested just that. Talk about sticking out like a sore thumb but seriously, any more obvious and the metaphorical elephant would be so big that it would be crashing through the roof. So many times I heard the ponies around me quietly say,  “Is that what Princess Celestia calls a ‘hue-mane’?" or, “He has the body structure of a diamond dog, but why is his fur gathered onto the top of his head?” Or worst still I heard one person, no, pony say, “Oooh hideous, and why on Equestria does this hyue-mane bean, beast, or whatever walk on his hind legs not on all fours like the rest of us.” This statement was particularly loud so that he made sure I could hear. I had half a mind to turn to him and throw the other half of my mind at his snobby face and watch him squirm, luckily saner heads prevailed.

I merely talked to his noble ass. I kneeled down to Pann, tapped her shoulder (if that’s what you call the joint between the top of their leg to their body) and whispered to her, “Just who was that?”

She whispered back, “That’s Prince Blueblood, the most awful equine noble to roam this fine palace."

I thought about it for a second, “Does he know who I am?” I whispered to her.

“By the sound of that, I’m surprised that he recognizes his servants, and he never listens to his aunt the Princess Celestia of Equestria.” (Is it just me or was that made to rhyme?)

“Ahh… so that makes him my cousin?” I knew how to deal with cousins, and this would make quite the joke on our friend Mister Blueblood here.

“Fairly sure…”

“Then just stand back and watch, I’m going to give him a lesson in ‘Nobility’ that he will not soon forget.” I said as a devious smile came to my face.

This is going to be fun.

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Author’s note: AH HA CLIFF HANGER! Any way, this is my first ‘Human in Equestria’ Story and to tell you the truth, this (Out of the two that I read) would be the only one that the main character was NOT a Brony. I do hope you enjoyed it.

*Reads Arddum Lleuad*

EDIT: Never mind. :|

*Reads Recon*

EDIT2: All right STFU. But it’s still the only one that the person doesn’t turn into a pony! (Aside for Arddum Lleuad, of course!)

REAL EDIT: Fixed up some minor derps and did a last minute proof-read.

REAL EDIT 2: Made some changes on how Steven reacted to Pann, and how the ponies first reacted to his appearance. Thank you Baked Bads for the help.

The Royal Struggle

Disclaimer:

I do not own ponies, My Little Pony, My Little Pony: Friendship is magic is owned by Studio B Productions, Hasbro, The Hub, Lauren Faust and anyone else who I forgot to mention, I am super duper ooper sorry for any inconveniences caused.

Now… ON WITH THE STORY!!!

(This story is marked "Romance" for a reason.)

Part 3:

I stood up from talking to Pann and turned towards Blueblood he was just shorter then me when I stood up. He towered over all his servants, but I was still taller. Time to put on a show neither him nor his servants would forget, and there was like 10 or so of them surrounding him. I put on my best Southern accent I could, cleared my throat and called out to him, “CUZ!”

I ran up to him to put an arm around him, “Whoa nelly it’s been donkey’s yonks, since ah’ done seen ya last. Remember that thar rodeo that done happened last year? Man those t’wer good times.” Then I put on my best snobby noble accent and said, “But I dare say, how is it exactly that you managed to get yourself cleaned up from all that filth and muck.” I stepped away from him, turned around and held my hands out wide and said in the voice that most would find in a lawyer, “Ladies’n’Gennelmen of the jury. I’d like you all to know that said rodeo never actually happened… That was just me making my point.” I paced back and forth with my right hand on my face and left hand on my right elbow in front of the line of servants that gathered to watch the spectacle. “But I’d like to have you know on why I’ve made such a point.” I then stopped to look at Blood and pinch my chin with my thumb and index finger in pensive argument with my self, “It is evident to me, and the rest of the people here that Mister Blueblood here doesn’t follow up on current affairs, that of my witness, who has decided to remain anonymous, has charitably informed me that this member of the equine species doesn’t know who I am, Isn’t that correct?” I pointed to Blueblood and waited for an answer.

I was expecting a huge OBJECTION but instead I got a, “Umm yes?”, what a buzz kill.

“I thought so, but I’ll get back to that later…” I dropped my act like an anchor, and spoke normally, “From what I have heard; Blueblood here doesn’t know that noble and nobility are two different words, for one can have nobility…” I gestured my hand towards the servant audience and continued, “Without the need to be a noble.” I pointed my finger towards Blueblood and continued, “The way I see it, is that these servants, maids, butlers, or what ever else people/ponies here, guards included…” I looked towards the white horses with wings and golden armor that had joined the group of servants and I continued, “… have higher nobility than us two combined.”

“Hardly likely.” He mumbled.

“Hardly likely? I find that hard to believe, Sir Blueblood. I don’t see you defending members of the royal family…” I gestured to the guard audience, they seemed to nod but I wouldn’t have a clue, these guys sure know how to play poker, “… Or cleaning the stained glass that represents your history…” I gestured towards the supposed cleaners, “… And from what I’ve seen and heard from my short walk, having the decency and loyalty to stay by you even with all the taunts and commands that you yourself give out.” I paused for a bit and waited for a response from the Prince.

“G-Guards! Put this beast in the hold!” He commanded the white pegasi. They advanced towards me with a serious look on their faces.

“Well… I can see where this is going, ALTHOUGH! I’m not sure if my mother, AKA. Your aunt would approve of such shenanigans.” The pegasi stopped advancing as they realized what I meant.

“How dare you mock my aunt Princess Celestia like that? Guards I will not ask again-“ he began to say, with a stern look on his face.

“Then don’t, and I hardly say that mocking my mother would be a very wise action giving the place I am currently in.” I interrupted him.

“What do you mean; mother?” He inquired.

I sighed, “If you must be told again, my birth mother and father were… Unfortunately, killed in the corrupt world that I lived in, however, being the thoughtful and kind mother that she was, bless her heart, she gave me to Princess Celestia, knowing that she will take care of me, had you listened in the past few days even you might have the slightest clue of what I’m saying-”

“What is going on here?” Came a regal voice from out side the group, the group parted leaving a line that the princess of the sun can walk through.

“Princess! This beast is insulting royal honor!” Blueblood called out to his aunt, I merely stayed quiet awaiting the princess’s response, while bowing on one knee of course.

“Prince Steven? Is such claims true?” She asked, I then replied.

“Not entirely, I was not insulting royal honor as he had said, I was just giving credit to the working forces of this castle.” I then heard a murmur of agreement from the crowd, “I only hope that over-exaggerating is the only trait that Blueblood and I share.”

“That’s Prince to you Hyeu-mane Bean!” He objected.

“I don’t think you have even EARNED the title Blueblood, oh and it’s Human Being.” I simply restated. His face was Priceless! He was giving off enough hot air out of his ears he’d replace the furnace on a hot air balloon. I then saw Pann up next to the princess talking to her. After a few seconds of silence the princess came to a conclusion.

“Steven, my son, I believe that Ms. Pann was showing you to the balcony, meanwhile I would like to have a chat to my nephew, in private.”

Thank you ladies and gentlemen you have been a wonderful audience!

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Pann was walking me back on the track towards the balcony, however unlike last time, this walk didn’t have all the ponies staring at me in disgust, only respect and admiration for what I had done.

Pann directed me to an archway, and said “That one has the best view out of all of them, I’ll leave you to it.” She turned around and started to walk away, and she called back, “Meanwhile I have rooms to attend to, best of luck!”

I looked towards the archway as I anticipated the fresh air, I moved towards the balcony, but I heard steps that weren’t my own. I looked around but I was the only one here. I heard a heavy sigh and someone speak, “Another day gone, another night to be.” I stood against the wall and peered out the archway and saw Luna there standing at the rails of the balcony, “And Steven is gone, and his son will never know.” She faced up and began to flap, her horn seemed to shine as she rose of the balcony, the flaps became less constant as pure magic levitated her there; and then I saw the most wonderful thing. The sun lowered below the horizon as a greyish yellow disk took its place, the moon lifted a bit more and what appeared to be a cloud of purple smoke appeared behind it, the purple smoke then dissipated throughout the entire night sky then disappeared, revealing a beautiful starry night sky. I was too engrossed in the sky that I didn’t notice the weeping princess on the ground until a few seconds after she had landed.

“Princess?” I quietly said.

“Wha-?” She shot up from her position and looked towards me, with her cheeks stained with fresh tears. Her teary eyes reflected the moon’s shine as she looked at me, “Oh… It’s you.”

I went towards her and she went back to her curled up position. I kneeled down next to her and she seemed to curl up further, I hesitated, but I asked her, “Princess… What would I never know?”

She looked up at me, with those eyes, those perfect round teal blue eyes, I could get lost in those forever, she closed them and looked to the floor. I sat down cross legged next to her, Gilda complained against my back, I just took her off and placed her next to me; there was a woman in need. I didn’t really know how to deal with emotional women, but with all the shows and movies I’ve seen I concluded that emotional women just need someone there for them. I lifted my hand and moved it towards the night princess, it was a few seconds of deliberation but in the end I decided that I should give her a comforting hand. I put my hand on her back, her fur felt nice between my fingers, and swayed it back and forth.

“Shhhh, it’s alright.” I softly comforted her; all I wanted then was for her to be ok.

She mumbled something, “Plmm orr geetah” she quietly commanded but I couldn’t decipher her mumbles.

“What?” I quietly asked, she lifted her head up, but didn’t look at me.

“Your gee-tar, it amplifies what you want inside, concentrate on what you want, and play it.” She told me, and then she put her head back down.

“Umm, Ok?” I skeptically said. I reached for my guitar, I knew I couldn’t play it without the amp; I positioned it in my lap anyway. Think about what you want, and play. I reminded myself, I thought about it, and I realized I wanted her to be happy, to stop crying, but then a deeper thought crossed my mind. Do I want her to? No, she just needs to be happy; I want her to be happy. I locked that thought in my head, and strummed the guitar.

To my surprise the sound played as if it had an amp already attached, I continued playing, and it felt natural. I wanted her to be happy, I played a slow low series of notes, then I elevated pitch and speed, and started playing a happy volley of medium toned notes. It was a surreal feeling playing Gilda, I wasn’t just hearing the song. I was… Feeling it?

She lifted her head and turned to me, she was smiling softly. I continued playing and she got up and shifted her position, then she laid her body around me and I felt her warmth on my lower back, a cool warmth, and I continued playing my guitar. Her head was at my right knee and her flank at my left, I kept playing as I looked at her tail, it was swishing back and forth in time with the music. She shifted her head again, her muzzle was at my knee, and I felt her breath against it. It felt good. I kept playing as I let my thoughts drift. She put her tail on my left leg and started moving it along the length of my shin. Her soft tail, her soft fuzzy playful tail was rubbing my shin, I liked it, and it felt nice. I looked down at her head as she put it on my right leg. Mmm… This feels nice. I thought to myself, I stopped playing Gilda and put my right hand on her head, I moved it down her head and over her cheek, then down underneath her chin and started to rub under her jaw. She closed her eyes in bliss as a lazy smile emerged on her lips. She lifted her head away and straightened out on the floor. She looked at me with her tired loving eyes, and beckoned me to do the same.

I wanted to make her happy. I took off my coat, put it on the floor and put Gilda on top of it. I then adjusted my position and laid down facing her with my right side to the ground. I looked into her teal eyes and she looked into mine. This moment could not be more perfect… I lazily thought. Then I remembered something.

“Now, what was it I’ll never know?” I kindly asked her. She looked at my eyes and replied.

“Who your father loved before he left me.” She said softly. I knew what she had meant.

“I thought he loved Celestia?” I questioned. She frowned.

“When you asked that question, in the human world, I couldn’t answer then and tell you the truth. Because I was the male.” She laughed lightly and smiled, “It would have been awkward then.”

“Oh…” I said, I tuned on my back and looked up, “My father fell in love with the night…” I realized out loud, but said it softly. She shifted across to me and lay next to me. I put my arm around her head and neck and we just lay there for a time. I could feel her forelegs pressing against my right side and one of her back hind legs on my thigh, and her tail…

I just realized what was happening, and why it was so wrong. She was a horse. I was falling for a horse.

I felt her snout on my neck. My dad probably did the same thing. Now it was more awkward than before, I was falling for a horse that my dad fell for.

I turned my head towards her and looked at her, and she looked at me. The doubt was evident on my face. Realization struck her features and she backed away and frowned.

“Oh… I’m sorry, I-I got carried away.” She hesitantly said.

“No, it’s alright Princess.” I put my hand on her head; my fingers were on her cheek and my thumb was on the top of her head. After a bit I sat up and crossed my legs, I tried to get what just happened out of my mind. She shifted her position she laid stomach first with her forelegs underneath her. (What? You expect me to describe her back legs? What do you think I am? A pervert?)

I thought a bit and I remembered I had some more questions to ask, “Princess?”

“Yes?” She replied lazily with a hint of disappointment.

“I know it seems odd but, how did you know about the three items?” I asked her, willing to pry her from the information.

“What items?” she curtly responded.

I leaned back and put my hands behind me for balance, “The -uh-, my coat, Gilda and the shades.”

“Oh those.” She paused for consideration, “Well, before your father left this land to live with Alexandra on earth, and to raise you, he asked for 2 things. The first was that he asked both Celestia and I for a favor, he didn’t want to forget this beautiful land.”

“I can see why.” I agreed.

“The day before he left he asked if he could be connected to us in any way at all, I suggested dream sharing, but Celestia refused, she wouldn’t be able to do that. So instead, Celestia suggested a permanent thought link between us, a thought link is tricky stuff, it enables the connected to share thoughts and senses, it needs a rune symbol to help so we went to the garden and drew the rune into the grass. The spell worked brilliantly and as soon as the light and smoke died down, I felt, connected, to both Alexandra and Steven, it was an idle connection, but it was there nonetheless. I could still feel your father with me when he left.”

She paused for a bit, “The second favor however, he asked only me, the night before he was to go. He wanted me to enchant three items for him, the three you mentioned. I gave the three items specific traits: The coat, I enchanted so that only you can take it off, so it stays on no matter how much the wind disagrees with it, it also protects you from all destructive magic (y’no, fire, water, ice, air, super awesome laser thingies, ect.), except for levitated objects, unless it’s been summoned, but it also provides your body with an extremely high pain tolerance if it hasn’t.” I nodded when I recalled my recent battle with Stacy, “Oh yeah, and it also dissipates levitation auras used against you, so you don’t get picked up and tossed around yourself.”

“Gilda was a special enchantment, there are some not-so-magical enchants then there are the most magical, some of the not-so-magical ones is that it doesn’t need an amplifier for ponies to hear it being played. Also another one is that it will always be tuned right. The most magical difference Gilda has that other gee-tars don’t is that it uses the power of music to amplify what the user has willed, also the gee-tar will control your hands, sort-of-like an automatic feature, but you also learn from it.”

“So I can do pretty much anything with the guitar?” I asked, slightly confused.

“Not pretty much anything, you can to any and all with it.” She assured me.

“So… I can make other guitars or instruments play by themselves?” I wandered (Think of the possibilities!).

“What ever it is that you will it to, it will do it.” She said slightly annoyed, but she continued, “But it can only be used by you or whom you alone allow. However, it is strong and magically protected while you use it, but, if someone was to try to use it without your permission or you had forbid them from using it and they still try, it will break as a safety feature, it is far too powerful to be used by someone who cannot control it.”

“Wow, that’s kind of, over-the-top don’t you think?” I asked.

“Not if the top has been raised to reach it, this is a very powerful instrument.” (Ha get it? Instrument!) She assured.

“What about the shades?” I inquired.

“Luna?” I heard a voice call, it wasn’t Celestia, it was a deeper, menacing voice. I moved my head to look at the speaker, my face brushed against something in the cold night air, sending a shiver down my spine. I shook harder. I quickly moved my arm under my body to get my coat from underneath me as I let out a grunt. I fell to my side onto the unforgiving tiles as my motor controls were dwindling. I felt the unforgiving cold of the night air. It felt like something was picking away at me, tearing something out of me, at the same time I felt like something was entering me. My necklace started to tighten. I coughed as my air supply was cut off.

I tasted blood.

“NO!” I heard Luna yell, “GO AWAY!”

I heard a low evil laugh as I blacked out.

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Author’s notes:

I deliberately left out the shades for a side story I will make… Remember Magnet?

Fixed some minor spelling derps, Thanks Moggle451.

The Elements of Nature (cancelled)

Ok I have some good news, and some bad news...

The bad news goes first, B goes before G. ANYWAY.

Bad News: This story, cannot be continued... Thus I am canceling it.

Good News: Here is a bit of chapter 4 and I will REWRITE IT!

...

The story was going well so far, but what I have planned for BlueBlood, Steven, and David alike did not fit with what I have written. I'll explain later but for now... A bit of chapter 4.

Disclaimer:

I do not own ponies,blah blah blah anyone else who I forgot to mention, I am super duper ooper sorry for any inconveniences caused.

Now… ON WITH THE STORY!!!

PART 4:

“Find us.” The voices from my weird dream spoke to me.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“We are the voices of the jewels of music; four types of music, three jewels, two eyes and one unity. Find us, help us, and unite us.”

“How do I do that?”

The topaz showed itself and turned back into the mint colored pony, she came close to me and walked past me, I turned to follow her movements. When I completed my turn I saw a ghostly figure of Gilda and myself standing next to an outline of a pony.

“With a duet…” The green pony said.

“How do I find you?”

She looked at me with an emotionless expression, “Fate.” She said, she then turned back into the topaz, and floated away, “You need to find me first, but right now, you need to wake up.”

“Wake up.”

“Please wake up…”

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“Please wake up… Please, Please wake up.” I heard a voice next to me say.

I opened my eyes slowly to look at who it was. It was Luna.

“Prncss?” I mumbled.

She gasped and looked up, “Steven!” She reached across and embraced me, “You’re okay!”

“Wht happnd?” I mumbled again, I couldn’t speak properly.

“Huh? Oh. You were attacked.” She moved her head in the embrace putting her face across my stomach.

“I was?” I asked, renewing my ability to speak.

“Yes. By something I thought was taken care of.” She moved her head up and looked at me, “The nightmare, the Miasma or that dumb cloud of annoying starry smoke that decided it was cool to take control of me and put this land into night time eternal.” Her eyes turned into one a look of concern, “But are you okay?”

“For the most part, what do you mean by thought it was taken care of?” I asked.

“Well, it’s been blasted by the Elements of Harmony, twice, and it still isn’t down.”

“Maybe the Elements of Harmony aren’t enough.” I suggested.

“What do you mean?”

The Jewels of Music. Find us. Help us. Unite us. I thought for a moment, those words kept on popping up in my head. “The Jewels of Music?” I put forward.

“The Jewels of Music?” She asked.

“Yeah, The Jewels of Music, I keep having weird dreams about them in my sleep, they keep saying for me to find them, and unite them.” I explained my dreams to the puzzled princess.

“That sounds like an ‘Element of Nature’.” She instated.

“An ‘Element of Nature’?” I inquired.

“Yes an ‘Element of Nature’. When my sister, brother and I created this land and the balance, we created three groups of Elements; The first, the six Elements of Harmony; Honesty, Loyalty, Generosity, Laughter and Kindness, the sixth however, was a manifestation of the five, with those combined, Magic was created. The second was the six Elements of Nature: Sight, Sound, Scent, Taste and Touch. The manifestation of those came the sixth element of sense, Life. But the last Elements are what my sister and I detested the most, The Elements of Anarchy, the natural opposite of The Elements of Harmony. Dishonesty, Betrayal, Greed, Sadness and Cruelty, The combination of those came to Discord.”

“Wait, earlier you said that it was you, your sister, and your brother?”

She nodded, “Atlan was our older brother, he created the land, and the plant life, while I created the creatures, the stars and moon and Celestia created order, harmony and energy with her sun.”

“What happened to him, why isn’t he here?”

“He is here, but he isn’t what he used to be. When my brother discovered the Elements of Anarchy, he wanted to test them, to meddle with them, to use them. The Elements cannot be controlled by anyone, not even those who created them. When Atlan messed with the Elements his mind became bent, he was twisted into a horrifying evil creature of chaos. Just like when the nightmare took control of me. We called it a ‘draconequus’, but he called himself Discord, he was the manifestation of the Elements of Anarchy. His mind was completely corrupted; he started to torment his subjects. Celestia and I saw this, and put a stop to it. We used the Elements of Harmony to try to overpower his corrupted mind, but there was something else, the Elements of Harmony couldn’t overpower their counterparts, they couldn’t reset our dear brother’s mind or form, the Elements of Anarchy were too deeply engraved into his persona, so the elements trapped him in a stone prison.” She paused as a tear rolled down her face.

“Luna…” I softly said.

She scrunched up her face and put it on my stomach again, “Celestia couldn’t bare to banish him so she turned him into- into a-“ She choked, “A statue, to be PUT IN THE GARDEN!” She began to cry on my stomach, I put a comforting hand on her head, “But she sent me-“ She clenched her jaw but continued, “-to the moon, for-“ She paused and began to sob, “F-For a THAOUSAND YEARS!” Those words rang in my head, a thousand years? She cried openly and I couldn’t bare it anymore, I sat up suddenly and embraced her neck with my arms, and held her tight. She cried into my shoulder but continued her story, “T-the nightmare invaded my mind for a th-thousand years, and now it’s after you!” I kept holding her but she continued, “I fought it off, and it’s gone for now, but it will be back, it will always be back.” She sighed, and coughed. We stayed like that until my back protested against my position.

I broke the embrace and laid back down, “Where is Celestia right now?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I think she is off with Blueblood.”

“Still? Wow… how long has it been since my performance?”

“A couple of hours actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she did say that it was important. Besides, you were unconscious for most it.”

“Oh, heh heh, right, what about the Jewels of Music?” I refocused.

“Right, well, The Jewels of Music are parts of the Element of Sound.” She told me.

Now I know what you would probably be thinking...

This is bad! He is giving up on Jabbing Point! Of all the things that could happen... this is THE. WORST. POSSIBLE. THING!!!

As I said before. I will rewrite the entire story. This is going to be my idea foundation. Judging by this I hope you have realized that I planned to have Steven 'as' the Element of Sound, but no. He doesn't sound like the Element of Sound... He FEELS like something else.

I still have to fill some major holes in the plot and add some new groundbreaking, earth-turning, turn-your-perspective upside-down, princess-has-to-intervene Ideas that will burn your house down! With lemons!

Any complaints or concerns? There is a comment section below...

EssMan out.