My Little Human 2: Dear Princess Luna

So. The beginning. That happened with the Nightmare Moon incident. But I guess you could call the only the beginning of the beginning of the times which would later be called "The Troubles". An innocuous name for what I'm sure will be hell. Don't you just love when I change viewpoint from future looking at past to present looking toward future? No? Tough shit, my life, my rules. Now, the beginning of what I like to call "The Rest of It" probably started with my laughing at Pinkie Pie. But you really can't blame me, her name was really funny.

"Well, I didn't expect that."

"No one expects the spreignish inquesition!"

"Not the time, Pinkie."

By the look on her face Pinkie didn't like me laughing at her name. What do you expect though? "P-p-p-p," I stuttered, "Pinkamena?" Another fit of laughing, "Are you serious?"

"Yes." She replies, "That is my name."

"Why?" I cried out as more laughter overtakes me, "They wouldn't let your parents name you blood splatter or mince meat?" I think she glowers at me but I couldn't see.

"My father really like horror novels, ok?"

That just made it funnier, "He obviously has a few favorites, eh?"

"Yes." She grumbles, "It's not that funny."

"It's not funny that you're named after one of the most notorious serial killers of all time? And you're a baker, and you're last name is Pie?"

"Call it fortune, or lack thereof, on my part." Pinkie sighs, "I thought about changing it but," She shrugs.

"Well, I think you're cool Pinkie, put 'er there." We clasp hands for a moment before she pulls me into a hug. I'd never had that many close friends before. Acquaintances, yes, contacts, tonnes, but the people I could trust, the people I could laugh with, there'd never been very many of those, but these women from this little town sitting in Camelot's shadow? I think they could be my friends.

I turned to go back into the house. The Tree house. I was going to have to get used to living inside a living tree. I wonder if the walls will drip resin, that'd be cool. The bass pumped vibrations straight to my bones as I made my way through the "Congratulations on Saving the World" party. Bumping into people whom I had never met but offered congratulations, drink, and a few 'favors.' One or two of which I wouldn't have minded taking if I wasn't worried about the social catastrophe that was Twilight Sparkle. You'd think she took dancing lessons at at martial arts class for the deranged and disturbed. I spot her as I make my way past a conga line that kept kicking me in the shins.

Twilight was having fun in one of the only ways she knew how. Sitting with a tumbler of amber coloured alcohol that tasted like liquid fire and reading what could only be called a tome in a small nook at the back of the library. Rarity and Fleuretta had taken it upon themselves to attach themselves to her and at least Rarity was making an effort to include her.

"And you were making such progress too." I say as I sit down, "Already given up on the 'Power of Friendship?'"

"No," Twilight sighs, "Friendship is a perfectly reasonable power source, but I do have a lot of studying to do back at the castle. I'll never make arch magus if I spend all my time socializing and rabble rousing." Twilight places her book on the table, "No offense." She says to Rarity.

"None taken dear, I get caught up in my work more often than not as well. Though it is nice to take a break from all the stresses of life for a day off once in a while isn't it?"

"I guess." Twilight sighed, "But it's getting late and we're going to have an early start so that I can get back to my studies at a reasonable hour."

And then I vomited a letter onto the table.

...

The look on Rarity's face was priceless. A mix of WTF was that and utter disgust. Fleuretta - everyone calls her 'Shy' now, apparently - was startled out of her spacing out by it. "That can't be good." Twilight states dryly as she grabs the letter and reads silently for a minute. "Oh... Well then... I'll just be up in the room." Twilight unceremoniously drops the letter and walks up the stairs.

Rarity looks over at me, "Something unpleasant dear?"

"You could say that, but I don't think so." I say as I read the letter, "The Princesses have decided that it would be good for Twilight to continue her studies from here. We've already been set up as permanent residents of the library, and Twilight has been - what she'll refer to as demoted - to librarian."

"Well, I think it's quite nice of the Princess to let Twilight stay. Though," Rarity pauses, "If she doesn't want to isn't it more of a punishment to make her stay here?"

"She'll come around, she's just a little peeved that she doesn't get to stay in her little tower for the rest of her life researching new spells and the like."

"Youguysarestaying?!" A loud pink haired girl shouts in my ear.

"Yes, Pinkie." Ouch. I think I popped an eardrum.

"You know what that means, right?"

"More parties?" Rarity asks with a small smile.

"I need to find a way to throw a party while still partying!"

"Delightful." Rarity and Fleuretta share a small smile.

"Indeed," I take a sip of something Pinkie puts down in front of me, "But I still don't think this is going to end well."