Agent Six, Reporting For Duty!

       Enter a pony called Agent Six, trotting into Ponyville hauling a wagon behind her. The wagon is full of her possessions from her home in Braytain. She has just moved into town, therefore she has no idea where she can stay or to purchase a home. Agent Six keeps an emotionless expression on her face as she trots around the unfamiliar scenery. Agent Six spends quite some time searching for the town hall, even using her precious time to ask around town. Though for reasons that she did not know, ponies passed her by without answering.

        Agent Six grumbles. One would think the ponies that are as nice as the citizens of Ponyville would at least point town hall out to her. All she can think to do is to follow a sign to one of Ponyville’s local lakes. It is currently 4:04pm in Equestrian Standard Time “May as well set up camp for the evening.” Agent Six thinks to herself. She yawns wearily, it had been quite a long trip.

        Agent Six arrives at the lake and proceeds to unhitch herself from the wagon and set up a lounge chair with an umbrella, blanket, and pillow. There is no need for a tent, for the Ponyville weather team announced clear skies throughout the night. She uses her magic to pour a glass of what is left of some strawberry juice into a wine glass. She lies in the lounge chair while she adds a packet of salt to the concoction. Agent Six levitates the glass to her mouth and sips from it, giving a satisfied sigh. She sets the glass down and falls asleep in the lounge chair.

     The next morning, Agent Six is awake in her lounge chair. She has been awake since sunrise, sipping what’s left of her strawberry juice. About ten yards away, a unicorn mare with a white coat and fabulously swirly purple mane sets up a lounge chair of her own. Agent Six nods a greeting to the mare, though she doesn’t return the greeting. “She must be distant. That or she is busy.” Agent Six thinks.

      “Lovely day for a salty strawberry flavored drink.” She says while looking out at the horizon, again sipping from the glass.

      Agent Six floats a book out from her nearby wagon and opens it up to read it. This book happens to be her diary. A diary that was given to her years ago by a stallion that she used to love. Ever since that day, Agent Six had made a traditional habit of writing one entry in the book every Friday evening.

       A special enchantment was cast on the book by Agent Six years ago just in case unwanted intruders attempt to read it. When somepony other than Agent Six opens the diary, the enchantment flashes an illusion in the eyes of an unsuspecting reader that makes them think they are reading a different book, based on their literary interests. Even the cover is disguised. This enchantment is her idea of a professional sneaky illusion technique, while others would call it a nuisance. Agent Six closes the book and levitates it back into her wagon so that she may sunbathe.

     Within two hours later, Agent Six packs up her lounge chair along with her bedding and hitches herself to the wagon. “Back to town I go” She says and proceeds to make her way back to town. Agent six hopes that she will eventually be able to locate town hall or be directed to it. She hates having to wait for too long. Hardly breaking a sweat, Agent Six arrives back in Ponyville, she doesn’t show it but she is fairly exhausted.

         Agent Six trots past a green coated Pegasus mare with a lighter shade of whitish green mane and two stallions that are trotting alongside her on the street.

     “Where is the mayor of this small town?” Agent Six wonders. To her unawareness, a green Pegasus stallion with a darker green mane waves to her in greeting while she pulls her wagon around in her search for Town Hall. Her main focus is to find a place to settle down and she is not about to take notice to a pony that would clearly waste her time. As she is trotting, she feels a hoof reaching into one of her pockets. Upon instinct, Agent Six uses levitation magic to lift the hoof and slam a tan-coated thief to the ground in front of her.

     “Have you ever heard of keeping your dirty hooves to your dirty self?” She asks the thief, who is staring up at her in fear. “Now off with you!” She shouts coldly. The stallion rises and darts away. One would find that Agent Six is no pushover. She continues on her way.

     Then, a very peculiar looking tree catches her eye. The tree appears to have a door, few windows, and a balcony. Agent Six trots to the tree and unhitches herself from the wagon and trots to the door. She knocks on the door, a voice calls from inside. “Come in!”, the voice said. Agent Six opens the door and trots inside.

    When she trots inside, her eyes widen at the sight of a baby dragon with purple scales and green spines and shelves filled neatly with books. It appears to be a library. Her interest has certainly been piqued; A baby dragon residing inside of a tree? How interesting, Agent Six thought to herself.

     “What in the Queen’s name is this?” Agent Six asks, observing the dragon and the inside of this very interesting tree. “Hey dragon. You don’t bite, do you?” Agent Six asks the little dragon.

    The dragon eyes her. “Depends: You’re not food, are you?” The dragon smirks. “Hey, you had your chance, Scientist the Fox. You wanna talk to me? Get back in the tub. I’m busy.” He says to a grey fox that is trying to escape from a bath tub. Very strange indeed.

      Agent Six eyes the dragon, who is now drooling over a ruby that is magically suspended by a unicorn guard mare with a white coat and blue mane. “That’s classified. At least until you’ve answered my question. Do you bite, do you?” She asks again.

    “I bite gems, that’s for sure.” The dragon says while he jumps for the ruby.

    “Fair enough. Now to answer your question. No, I am not food. I am just a poor and rich Braytish mare looking to buy a mansion.” Agent Six explains to the dragon as the blue maned mare teases him with a ruby and requests a glass of water.

“I’ll be with you in a second, rich poor pony.” The dragon zips into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water for the guard. “Here. Can I have that ruby now?” He asks the guard, who levitates the glass with her magic and gives the gem to the dragon.

     “That is very disrespectful and degrading. It is foolish to tease a baby dragon like that.” Agent Six says to the mare. Agent Six looks around.

    The guard turns to Agent Six “He knows I joke with him, ma’am. But thanks for the concern.” She smiles and ruffles the dragon’s scales.

    The dragon munches on the ruby. “But I don’t bite ponies. So what do you need, mansion-wanted rich poor pony?” the dragon asks.

     One may ask how she can possibly be poor, yet rich at the same time. To put it simply, Agent Six is rich in wealth and beauty. But very poor happiness. Poor in Happiness, and joy. But most of all, she is poor in love. Nary a single drop of it resides in the delicate container called a heart.

     “I cannot locate Ponyville’s town hall, little dragon. Would you be so kind as to direct me to it?” Agent Six asks the dragon.

     The dragon points Town Hall out to Agent Six. “Over there, by the bakery.” The dragon replies, and then turns to the gray fox. “As for you, fox: if you’re going to mope, mope outside. No moping in the library. But if you’re a good fox, then you can stay.” The dragon says to the fox.

   “Thank you.” Agent Six nods to the dragon and canters on her way out. On her way, she looks to the fox. “Mope all you want. It doesn’t change a thing.” With that, she makes her way to Town Hall after getting hitched back to her wagon.

      Midway through her trek to Town Hall, Agent Six canters past a dark gray earth filly with a white mane and blue glasses while hauling her wagon. “Good evening little one.” She nods to the filly.

   The filly backs up a little and fixes her glasses looking at Agent Six. “Excuse yo—uhm, what’s that?” The filly asks.

     Agent Six stops. “What is what?” She returns a question to the filly.

     “What’s all that junk—I mean, stuff?” The filly peers at Agent’s Six’s things.

     Agent Six raises an “eyebrow” at the filly. “The things that you nearly called “junk” happen to be my belongings.” She says to the filly. “It’s contents…are classified. What is a filly like you doing on such an oh-so lovely day?”

    “Hey! I’m not a nerd!” the filly shakes a hoof at a brown earth filly with an orangish mane, who gallops off. “Coward.” The gray filly growls under her breath. “Contents are classified? What’re you?” Some sort of agent?” The filly laughs at Agent Six.

      Agent Six smirks “Well I suppose that you could-“ she begins to speak. Then before she knows it, the gray filly is chasing the other filly around in a rage. Agent Six sighs and lifts the two fillies up in a levitation spell. “All right, break it up kids.”

     The gray earth filly makes a leap for the brown filly. “Get back here Penny La--!” Just as they are about to collide, they are both lifted into her spell. “Hay! Like, what gives?!” While the grey filly does not look amused, the filly called Penny seems to be having fun.

    “I /don’t/ want to spend my first actual day here watching two children fight.” Agent Six says to the fillies. “You..” She points to Penny. “Apologize” She points her hoof to the gray filly, who grins.

    “Apologize for what?” Penny looks blankly at Agent Six.

    “For upsetting this filly.” She says to Penny. “And you.” Agent Six looks to the gray filly. “You apologize too. Nerds are-“ The kids start to bicker again. “HEY! That is /enough/!” She yells. “Apologize. Both of you.”

    The gray filly crosses her hooves. “Fine. Sorry or whatever.”

     Agent Six rolls her eyes and frees the gray filly from her levitation. “Good.”

      “Yeah. I’m sorry too. I mean, it’s not /all/ your fault that you’re a nerd.” Penny says happily.

     Agent Six sets Penny down gently as the gray filly splats on the ground. “Oof! I meant GENTLY!” She says while rubbing her head.

     “Now run along. Preferably in separate directions please.” Agent Six says irritably to the fillies.

“My pleasure!” The gray filly scoops her dropped books and rolls her eyes while trotting away.

“Later Silver Spoon!” Penny exclaims and skips on her way home. “What a nice lady.”

   Agent Six merely shakes her head and continues on her way to Town Hall. “My mummy always told me “Never apologize unless you mean it”. Honestly. Kids these days.” Agent Six stops when a whitish tan unicorn mare with a brown mane approaches. “Oh, now what?”

    “What was that about?” The mare asks as she approaches Agent Six.

         Agent Six looks to the mare. “Oh, just some foalish squabbling.” She simply replies.

    “I see…” the mare goes into thought. “You look like an agent of Canterlot. Do you work under Mycroft?” She asks curiously.

   Agent Six eyes the mare. “Mycroft? Sorry, but I’ve no idea who that is. Am I an agent?” Agent Six takes a brief pause. “No…in fact, I just moved here from Braytain.”

    “I see. I’m Elizabeth.” Elizabeth holds out a hoof.

     Agent Six shakes her hoof. “You can call me Agent Six.”

      “Nice to meet you. I thought you said you weren’t an agent?” Elizabeth tilts her head in confusion.

   “I’m not. It’s my personal designation. That is, since I am looking for work. I do have a real name. I just do not feel comfortable in sharing it with ponies that I don’t trust quite yet.” Agent Six explains to Elizabeth.

   “Well, perhaps you can help me then. I’ve got the coin to pay you with.” Elizabeth smiles at Agent Six.

      “What is it that you need?” Agent Six asks Elizabeth with interest.

   “Well, everypony has turned me down when I asked for help. But they’re here again…the…it would be better if I showed you…” Elizabeth says to Agent Six.

    “Very well. But I need an inn first.” Agent Six replies to Elizabeth. “Help me to check in to an inn and I’ll begin to help you. Lead the way.”

    Elizabeth nods. “Alright.” Elizabeth begins to lead Agent Six to the inn. “You see, I have this power. With which I can open doors to other worlds.” Elizabeth explains.

    Agent Six blinks at Elizabeth. “To…alternate worlds? What kind of gadgetry do you have for such travel?” Agent Six asks.

            Elizabeth looks around and seems to spot an odd tear in the air. “Look…”

       Agent Six eyes the tear. “What is it?”

     “A window…to another world!” Elizabeth exclaims.

   “Hmm…can you explain to me of what you want done?” Agent Six asks Elizabeth. “I am not exactly suited for otherworldly travel.”

   “Well, I’m looking for somepony. In this world, he’s gone. But in other worlds, he lives. He’s alive.” And I can’t do this alone.” Elizabeth debriefs Agent Six.

    “I see Elizabeth. Alright, I’ll help you. But I need to rest for the night.” She says as they approach the inn.

   “Meet me here tomorrow. At around noon, okay?” Agent Six asks Elizabeth as she unhitches herself from the wagon.

    Elizabeth nods. “Alright. Could I show you a sample of my power?”

    “Perhaps tomorrow. Good night.” Agent Six nods to Elizabeth and proceeds to unload her wagon.

   “Good night Agent Six.” Elizabeth nods back and canters off.

    Agent Six takes all of her belongings inside the inn and approaches the reception desk. “Hello. I am here to rent a room.” She tells a stallion at the counter.

    “Okay. Name please?” The stallion asks, taking a pen in his mouth.

     “My name?” She sighs as the stallion nods. “My name is…” Agent Six writes her real name down. “There.”

   “Thank you.” The stallion surrenders a room key to Agent Six. “I hope you enjoy your stay.”

    “You too.” Agent Six takes her room key and levitates her possessions to her designated room. Upon entering said room, she sets everything aside and flops onto the bed to rest.