Saphrim goes to Equestria

Well...this is...interesting. I conducted a little experiment just now and it has created some bizarre and unexpected results. I am still unsure as to what caused this, but my best guess would be the phenomena known as magic that runs through this planet, maybe with a little bit of help from the tech that was in the air at the time. Regardless, it has already happened and now I'm left with another challenge, though I believe this one will be both more difficult and easier at the same time compared to the other things I want to get done during my vacation to Equestria. Yes, that is what I'm calling it; a vacation. Don't like it journal? Then get fucked. Why am I writing in this as if you can actually respond, at least The Others actually do respond to me.

I'm getting off topic. Anyway! As I was saying writing, I have...well, not necessarily a problem. Honestly I have no fucking clue what I'm going to do right now, my ‘problems’ are just piling up. I'm just thankful that the device making my means out of this place wasn't destroyed in the explosion. I've placed said device away in secure meta-carbon cube, which is hidden away someplace that I'm not going to say, just in case anyone happens to find this and steal it from me; can't have anyone get ahold of the most advanced piece of tech in the entire planet now could I?

Bah! More rambling, I need to learn focus more I'm telling you journal! Anyway about my situation; I've done something that I would have never expected someone of my stature and tier to accomplish, I've-

You felt a tugging on your trouser leg, probably caused by the thing you were just about to write about. You looked down and saw a pony, an earth pony, cautiously poking your legs, as if they were about to attack her. It was a fully grown mare with a blood red fur coat and pitch black hair similar to yours. Her eyes were also similar to yours, being a lovely ice blue colour. Her cutie-mark was that of the atomic reader she had destroyed with her own formation, ironically enough.

She looked up to see you looking down at her and her eyes widened in fear. She quickly dashed away towards the pile of bear fur you had carelessly chucked aside before the experiment before hiding inside if it, letting out a small squeal as she ran. While she was hidden in the bloody cloth the only thing you could see was her mane and her ears, the rest completely consumed by the sparkling bear fur.

You went back to your journal; she had been doing this back and forth for a while now.

-created life. Just what the fuck. Seriously! This is something I would expect to happen in a tier one galaxy, or any galaxy with a tier nine and up classification! Not me, a lowly-in-tech human from a tier ten galaxy! I mean come on, in terms of technology I'm considered a primitive, ‘uncivilised’ monkey. I don't know what to do in this situation, anyone from a tier one galaxy would just snap their fingers and will their problems away but me? Nope, sorry, can't do that. I don't think I could bring myself to just erase another being from existence even if I could.

I think...I think that I'll focus on the current situation to take my mind off of things, before I go completely insane. Or at least more insane than I already am. I suppose I need to come up with a name for the new mare, or at least tell her to come up with her own name. Pony names seem to be nouns so I'll have to work around that. I have yet to learn why they name their children after actual real-world things instead of unique names, but then again I don't even know if they name their children. Or even have children for that matter. I have to be careful about this; I want to blend in and so far I have been doing a very shitty job of it, so I don't want to draw more attention by having a pony around me constantly that has a non-pony name.

So then journal...

Names?

No? I'll ask The Others then, they'll help me.

Fuck this, I'll just get her to name herself, it'll probably end up being a stupid name. Actually, that might work better, seeing as all these ponies have rather stupid names that are not unique or original in the slightest. At least it makes guessing their names a lot easier.

You looked up from your journal, bloodied wood Chip in hand. You had decided to continue with the blood text as your OCD demanded that the writing be the same colour and consistency throughout the whole book. You saw that the red mare was still in the fur pile on the floor, trembling slightly. You didn't blame her, you had been in the exact same position; suddenly alive, in front of a being of far greater power, and really, really confused. Of course, when you were in this situation at least you had the luxury of being alive before being...well, alive again. Ha, It never was any good at doing everything with a hundred percent accuracy. The whole machine operated on miscalculations in a manner of speaking, some of the time, all of the time, and never all at once.

Thinking about The Capsule was beginning to hurt your brain, so you stopped. Now this was why you never did any of that advanced educational classes in the laws of the Universe. You turned your full attention back to the red mare, who had gathered the courage to stick her head out of the nest she had made from the bear fur. Her eyes were wide with equal part curiosity and fear, and when she saw you looking at her she dove back into her den of bloody skin.

You needed to calm her down, so you got her attention.

“Hello there.”

You tried to sound as soothing as possible, a feat in itself really. It worked...somewhat, so you pressed on.

“Don't worry I won't hurt you.”

You crouched down to the floor to make yourself appear smaller, which didn't really work since you were still almost three times her height. Also the fact that you were drenched in blood probably wasn't helping either.

“Can you understand me?”

She nodded her head slightly, almost unnoticeable. That was good, at least you could communicate to her in some way.

You tried to approach her, slowly, and still crouching down so as to hopefully not scare her. It didn't work though; the red mare dug herself even deeper into the fur sheets and away from you. You still approached though, not having to worry about scaring her as she was looking into the furry rags, leaving you to approach without care for crouching but still having to make as little noise as possible. As you got closer you noticed that the mare was actually wrapped around in the fur and not just hiding under it. You would have to unwrap her to get her out.

You carefully lifted the blanket of fur off of the mare’s head and revealed her mane and ears, poking out above the rest of the fur. The mare tightened herself into a little ball because of this action, further burying herself and making your job of removing her from the blankets more difficult. You pulled at the fur to the mare’s sides to try and unwrap her but she dug herself in even deeper. You let out a sigh, this was taking too long.

You decided that this was enough so you pulled the small pony out by her abdomen, or barrel, you supposed. The mare began squirming in your grip, trying to run away in a futile attempt to escape from your grasp. Her legs, about half the size of your shin bone, started kicking wildly in an endeavour to strike you and seek freedom. It really didn't do anything, besides flexing her muscles which felt sort of weird in your hands, especially since your hands were large enough to encompass her entire barrel.

“Calm down.”

You tilted the small mare so that she was looking directly at you, face to face. Her enormous eyes widened in fright, a feat you didn't think possible.

“It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you.”

“Ok...”

She responded so quietly you could barely hear it. Her voice was quiet, but it held an undertone which suggested happiness and cheerfulness, like Pinkie but a lot less in-your-face and more of a subtle-cheeriness and bubbly tone. You were kind of surprised she could talk at all, having suddenly been materialised from virtually nothing you would have expected her to have no memories at all. Perhaps it was some sort of genetic memory? Or maybe she had acquired some of her intelligence from the magic chemical that spawned her.

“Are you ok?”

She nodded slightly to your question, trying to avert her gaze at the same time but failing because she was within centimetres of your face. She realised that she couldn't look away for you so instead lifted her fore hooves to cover her face, shying away from you apparently hideous face.

“Why are you not looking at me? I'm not that ugly am I?”

She shook her head and began shivering, and now that she was in your hands you realised she was cold, freezing even. That probably wasn't normal for a warm-blooded creature, especially since this continent - or at least what you had seen of it so far - had a warm climate. You tossed an idea around in your head for a while before finally deciding why not?

You pulled the little pony into a hug, hoping that it would help keep her warm. At first the mare tried to resist by wriggling in your grasp, but she gave up and instead tried to snuggle up closer to you, likely trying to get warmer. The little pony felt so fragile shivering against your chest so you made sure to be careful while holding the small creature. You began stroking the mare down her neck to further comfort her, something she seemed to enjoy immensely if her curling up and leaning into your hands was any indication.

After that you kind of zoned out a little bit, idly stroking the mare down her back. By the time you were back in reality the little red mare was asleep in your arms, having at some point wrapped her fore hooves over you for support. You didn't particularly feel like holding her like that for the rest of the day - err, night, so you decided to put down somewhere where she could sleep comfortably. The only room you could think of that might have a bed was Gilda’s but you didn't want her to wake the newly formed mare if she returned to her room, so you would have to pick another room. No problem.

You walked to the door to your left, careful not to wake the sleeping mare. You went down the hallway until you came to the second door from the entrance. Upon opening it you found the room to be spacious but bare, about six metres by five metres with a height of about three metres. The floor was was made of solid wood while the walls and ceiling consisted of entwined branches and leaves, starting tightly bound and becoming looser the higher up it went until it was just like a normal tree at the ceiling.

You willed the Nanites in the surrounding tree cells to form a bed from the branches that made up the walls and ceiling. Probably not the softest thing in the world, so that would have to be remedied. You took some leaves from the roof and tore them apart using your Nanites, then you broke those pieces into smaller pieces, and then those into smaller pieces, until you were left with a fluffy fibrous material. You then used this to form a soft fabric that you folded upon itself until it was thick enough to support the mare’s weight. You pulled the new mattress out of the air with one hand, using the other to hold the little red pony against your chest while you pushed the mattress on top of the bed.

You carefully placed the red mare onto the mattress so that she wouldn't awaken, she tried to latch onto you when you pulled her away, likely because she wanted to stay warm. Seeing as she was almost literally cold as ice before you didn't want to let her get any colder than she already was, so you made another piece of material out of tree leaves which you then placed over the resting mare, to which she snuggled into happily with a small, content smile.

You realised that she was covered in blood, a consequence of hiding in bloody fur, so you would have to clean it off before it dried. You looked at your arms and realised that you too would need to be cleansed of the vital fluid, but you would need to clean the mare first before the blood dried into her fur and made even more work for you. You lacked a cloth though, so that would be a bit of a problem.

It was funny how you had highly advanced tech, as-of-yet unknown limits to magic, and weapons of ultimate mass-destruction yet you lacked any day-to-day items like towels or furniture. And indoor plumbing; your house lacked any plumbing actually.

You pulled more of the ever-re growing leaves from the ceiling and turned them into a small cloth within your hand. Now all you needed was water. Unfortunately, you didn't have any water. Instead of walking outside to the stream that cut through your clearing you decided to just use the hydrogen that you had for the use of emergency fusion in the extremely unlikely chance that the large reactors that are - um, were in your ship malfunctioned. Actually now that you thought about it the hydrogen was useless because if the reactors did malfunction...

Anyways, water.

You brought out the gas, from where you weren't too sure; it had been eons since you had even need to think about this stuff, it was probably stored in a space-time pocket but it could possibly be stored somewhere else. You then set it on fire, which was a bad idea since it was in the air and it reacted with oxygen.

A few singed hairs later and you had a large amount of water pooling in your telekinetic hold because for some reason you immediately used magic to catch it instead of Nanites. It was irrelevant at this point as it was already in the air and you seemed to be having no trouble keeping it aloft. You then pulled some of the water down and dropped it on the cloth in your hand so it was wet. You moved back over to the small bed having run away from it after you little incident with the flames.

You crouched down so that your head was level with the little pony, as you didn't feel like leaning over a bed that didn't even come up to your knees. You could see the red mare sleeping peacefully despite almost combusting moments before, seemingly oblivious to the danger around her. She shivered again, bringing you to realise that the water was cold and that that should be remedied. With a quick thought you increased the temperature of the water so that it was warm, but not so that it was too hot.

You began the delicate process of removing the blood from the mare’s body without waking her up. First you removed her blanket so you could get that out of the way and put it back on faster, hopefully before she froze to death. When you brought the little wet cloth up to the red mare’s barrel she instinctively shrank away from it so that she could retain her warmth, but you pressed on and put the small piece of fabric up against her anyway. You started rubbing away the many blood stains that had accumulated on the mare, reaching over for more water to clean the cloth every time it became completely covered in blood before continuing to wipe away the red fluid.

This process continued, the legs and tail being cleaned first before you placed the blanket over the mare again, to which the mare snuggled into with a content smile on her face, hooves hanging over the edge of the blanket. Now came the hard part though, cleaning the mare’s face without waking her up.

The first couple of attempts to clean the red pony’s ears were met with failure. Every time you brought your hand close to her ears to grab them she flicked them and shrank away further into her bed, and every time you went to wipe her face she scrunched up her muzzle and rolled over to get away. You fixed this by placing a hand on the back of her head and preventing her from moving it backwards, allowing you to clean the rest of the blood away.

Now that that was out of the way, it was time for you to clean yourself, as you yourself were covered in more blood than the mare was. It had mostly dried as well, so it was like walking around in a suit of blood-caked armour.

You left the room of the sleeping mare and headed out the hallway towards the front door. You passed by what appeared to be Gilda’s room on your way down the corridor and decided to investigate. You were sure she wouldn't mind if you took a look around her stuff anyway. Actually, looking down at your blood encrusted hands made you choose to take a look after you were clean, as being coated in blood was starting to become irritating.

That decided, you walked on past Gilda’s room and out into the main room of your house, before turning left and opening the front door, stepping out into the moonlight. The starry night sky and bright moon gave everything a soft white colouring and made everything seem surreal. This was further influenced by a thin mist that had found its way into your little clearing inside this large forest that you currently called home. Lights danced across the rippling stream you intended to swim in, creating intricate shapes and patterns as the water sloshed about down the river and into the dark recesses of the forest.

You dove straight into the river, finding it to be illogically deep for the slow water that flowed through it. As you broke the water you flicked your head back to make sure that your hair wouldn't get caught on your face, as short as it was it still came down to your eyebrows and tended to get stuck there when it got wet, which was rather annoying. The water that was in your hair flung out into the air as a result of this, forming a dazzling display of red reflected moonlight to add to the surreality of the clearing. Something about this moment in time felt odd to you, and when you finally realised what it was your eyes widened in shock; the water, the blood, the lights, the ground, the stars, the moon and everything else all looked realistic and not cartoonish like everything else in this world. And like a bursting dam everything suddenly returned to normal from the outwards in in a surge of pastel colour, leaving you at the epicentre of the spectacle you had just witnessed. The water in the air came crashing down in the water around you, though you barely noticed as your mind was reeling.

You were stunned. Did you do that? What had caused that? A hallucination, brought on by your time in this colourful land?

You looked down at the water you were floating in, single colour blood drifting away from you and flowing down the stream. All this got you thinking, the unaltered human eye could distinguish ten million different colours, whereas your modified eyes could perceive over ten billion, not even considering the tier one humans who could distinguish between many trillions of colours with ease. And that was only the traditional visible spectrum, let alone the rest of the radioactive plane. Your eyes could pick out individual photons, and every second billions of wavelengths entered or passed through your eyes, all of it being processed by the brain instantly, before being saved and stored somewhere in your brain, able to be accessed at any point by your conscious mind. And so that begged the question; if your brain was used to processing such titanic amounts of data, what would this sudden lack of large quantities of data do to your mind?

When you looked at an object in this world you saw only one colour, and with scanners you were able to confirm that that object only released one specific wavelength. Not even heat was spared, it too was seemingly reduced to just several specific wavelengths compared to the infinite amount of your world, going from hot to warm to cold to freezing with very little in between. What, then, did that do to your psyche when instead of trillions of sensations and sights and smells all at once, it was a mere few hundred? Did it increase your other cognitive areas? Did it hamper other cognitive areas? Did it help or hinder other senses like hearing and your sense of touch? The only way to find out the answer all those questions would be to record your own mentality over a large period of time, but you feared by that time you might already be permanently affected by this world. You would just have to wait and see, it seemed.

Seeing as you couldn't do anything to change your current situation and dwelling on it wasn't going to solve anything, you forced yourself into the present and finished cleaning the blood off of yourself. You then hoped out of the little river and landed on the grassy ground beside it, your hood falling over the front of your shoulder with a wet slap. You looked at it, then looked at the moon. It had lost some of its beauty once the colours went back to the standard of this world.

You sat there for a few moments before standing up and squeezing most of the water out of your cloak and clothes, forming a small puddle of water at your feet. You walked up to your door and entered the main room, closing the door behind you as you did so.

Now, you decided, was a good time to look through Gilda’s belongings, seeing as she wasn't around and hopefully wouldn't be back soon. You hoped she got eaten by something so that her presence didn't have to stain your vision ever again.

You passed through the dangling vines that made up the doors of this house and too in your surroundings. Gilda had somehow managed to get a full sized bed - by their standards, anyway - into the room. Besides that and the other pieces of Gilda’s belongings the room was identical to the one of the as-of-yet unnamed mare in the next room over. Her stuff was looked pretty normal, although you have no idea where she got anything since she came into your house with nothing on the verge of starvation; some cloaks, some - also surprising - food and drink canteens, and some knives. Among that you found a rusted long sword which was laughably short for such a name, only being the length of your forearm, some bottles of unknown liquid, and what you guessed to be a pile of hallucinogenic powder, or at the least some form of drug, presumably snorted through the nose or inhaled in some way. That would be quite a feat considering Gilda has a beak.

Moving on you found a curious little book underneath Gilda’s bed aptly named ‘Diary’. You immediately made a copy of it and stored it in your Hives for later. Placing the book back where you found it you looked around with even more enthusiasm, looking under her pillow and then her mattress. You found things in both. Under her pillow was another blade, this one not being rusted and stingy like the other and also being quite a bit shorter in comparison, only being half the length of your forearm. It had curious symbols carved down its length as well, and even you, being new to magic, could both feel and see the magic enchantments in the metal of the sword. Picking it up you found it to be well balanced and light weight, but then again, you found everything in this world light weight. You placed it back down and into its sheath, made of a mixture of hard and soft leather entwined in a helical pattern.

What you found under, or rather in the mattress was even more interesting. Concealed in a carved out portion of the mattress was a bag of roughly rectangular shape. You would have questioned how she cut a hole into the mattress but then you would also have to question where she got the mattress in the first place and that was just too much effort. The bag itself was made of leather and had one main compartment with two pouches on either side of that, leather straps holding the pouches tightly together. Opening it up revealed something you did not expect at all. Inside the bag was an assortment of weapons and devices one would probably find on someone who killed for a living; Throwing blades tipped with what appeared to be poison was one of the many tools of death in there, others things like collapsable spears and swords were also present. A thin looking set of lightweight metal armour was also in there, and you could feel magic in that so you didn't doubt that it would have some kind of edge despite being made of light and flimsy looking material. Also in there was a crude looking projectile weapon of some kind made of wood and metal with magic also lacing it.

Looking into the pouches on the side of the bag you found small, round balls of metal with little runes of magic chipped into them with a chisel. You assumed these were probably what was fired by the gun in the other compartment of the bag. In the second pouch you found what looked like a small grappling device, although very old and looking well used compared to the other things in Gilda’s bag. The third pouch had navigation equipment like binoculars and a compass, among other pieces of equipment. The fourth and final pouch had paper folded up tightly and not all that neatly. Unfolding them revealed them to be maps of the Ponyville area along with roads and travel routes through the northern most part of Equestria. In a haphazard pile inside one of the folded maps you also found pictures, pictures of various species like ponies, griffons and...some other creature you couldn't identify, all with red crosses over them. The last one was hand drawn, and badly at that, it appeared, but you could only see one side as it was folded up. Unlike the others you had found this tied to a large sack - filled with what you didn't know - that you had overlooked in the main compartment of the bag. Removing the image also removed the leather string holding the sack closed and it spilled out its contents. Jiggling filled the air as a large pile of Equestrian Bits found themselves on your lap, you didn't notice though, as you were far too busy looking at the image in your hands.

In your hands was a drawn picture of you.

You looked at Gilda’s gear and then to the massive pile of money, then to the image in your hand. It didn't take long to figure what was going on.

“Gilda’s a bloody freeloading bitch!”

Also, it seemed like she wanted to kill you.

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You sat on a wooden chair at the dining table, the table still burnt slightly after the explosion from earlier. You had packed Gilda's stuff away and tried to make it look as normal as possible for when she returned. You had sat there for about an hour now, not really sure what to do and feeling quite bored. You had briefly considered studying some magic but decided instead to sit around and do nothing for a change. Most of your life had consisted of doing nothing but sitting down in a chair and watching the cosmos go by, so why not sit down now and watch the grass grow.

You began idly scratching at the black explosive residue on the wood in boredom, peeling off layers of dust and soot which flew up into the air in the form of tiny particles that set out on a quest to get sucked up your nose. In other words, you sneezed. Yet for some reason you continued to scratch at the stains on the table, why? Well you didn't know.

“Um, h-hello?”

You turned to face the source of the sound, finding it to be that little red mare from your experiment. She had the blankets you gave her wrapped around her, the overflow of material being dragged across the floor behind her. She was still shivering and seemed to be trying to stop her teeth from clattering together.

“Hi.”

You waved to her in the most friendliest way you could possibly do. She waved back but lacked the vigour that you did, probably because she was having trouble moving with how much she was shivering.

“Hey, come over here for a second.”

The red mare stood still for a second before following your instruction and trotting up besides you, her large eyes looking up at you.

“Are you cold?”

The mare nodded her head vigorously and wrapping herself tighter in her blanket.

“Do you want me to see if I can help make you warmer?”

“Y-yes please.”

You patted your lap twice, the mare realising what you were doing and timidly standing on her back hooves so she could reach up to your knees and pull herself up onto you. She failed to just pull herself up and instead struggled to get up by jumping and grabbing whatever she could in that weird way ponies grab things with their hooves. The only thing she could grab though was the fabric of your clothing and that wasn't enough for her to lift herself up, and so she tried to kick off of the ground, but seeing as she wasn't standing on the ground all this did was make her back hooves kick out randomly at the air while she struggled to hold herself up. It was at this point you helped, putting your hands around her barrel and lifter her up into the air before placing her on your lap, losing her blanket in the process.

It felt like someone put a solid block of ice on your thighs.

You could see why she was shivering now. You quickly pulled the blanket off the floor and wrapped the mare in it to the point that it looked like she was in a cocoon. You could still feel the mare shivering so you commanded your Nanites to vibrate in the air and increase the temperature of the room by at least twenty degrees Celsius. By now it felt like there was a fire next to the table, and the mare’s shivering had started slowing down. You just had to wonder though, what was making her so cold?

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

She turned to look up at you with those huge, expressive eyes that seemed to be on every living thing in this world.

“Can I run some tests on you? It might help you stay warm.”

She obviously wanted to stay warm, because she nodded her head up and down so fast that her head became a blur of red and black.

Ok then. You held out your hand, palm facing the roof, and sent forth Nanites into the air above it. They floated through the air in a roughly spherical shape, never drifting too far from your palm, illuminating the air with their bright blue light.

“Ooh, what are those?”

You looked down to the mare in your lap, her mouth open in awe and her eyes wide with curiosity. You were curious as well, because this was the first time you had seen an object emit more than one colour; her fur was, well, not exactly emitting colours but at least it bouncing colours back instead of just diffusing it. You could see the Nanites reflecting in her eyes, and the light changing the colour of her face and mane.

“Those are Nanites; tiny little complex machines that are connected to my mind and follow my every command. There's over a hundred thousand of them in this little cloud alone.”

“Wow...”

Oh she had no idea.

“What are you going to do with them?”

She didn't even bother taking her eyes away from the display, too fascinated with them to pay you any attention.

“I'm going to make some equipment for your tests.”

And you did just that. The Nanites started forming lines from the cloud that it used to be, still flowing in a spherical shape above your palm. They began crossing over each other in the middle of the sphere, leaving behind some materials in the form of particles for the next set of Nanites to use, which they did, working the material into a new shape. What was left was a cylindrical steel tube with various holographic buttons along the device.

“Ooh, what's that?”

“That's a medical tool, commonly referred to as a Pincher.”

“Why is it called a Pincher?”

“Because it feels like someone is pinching you when you use it.”

You put a finger to one of the white holographic rectangles before pulling it across its length, turning it from a bright white to a dim purple colour. As you did so, the front end of the tube slid open and a short needle emerged from within. It was only two centimetres long and extremely thin.

“W-w-what!”

The mare began to struggle but you held her down and tried to calm her.

“Don't worry, it will just feel like a pinch, like I said. However, I won't do this if you don't won't to.”

She stopped trying to escape and instead looked to you, then the needle in your hand, then back.

“Ok...”

“I'll try to be as quick as possible, ok?”

She nodded her head slightly and laid down again, resting her head on her blanket.

You titled her head slightly, exposing her neck. You pressed your hand against her neck to feel for her pulse, so then you could find a vein. While your hand was there you could feel the mare’s heartbeat and could feel every breath that she took in and out of her tiny frame. You started searching through her fur, flattening her thick yet short hair. You found a vein, looking like a gently throbbing bulge of fur and skin, pulsating evenly and without any form of irregularities that you could see, so whatever was wrong with this mare didn't look to be respiratory or circulatory in nature.

You gently pushed the needle into the mare’s neck, feeling her hold her breath as you did so. The device began working once it was in her, simultaneously pumping Nanites into her blood and extracting blood to analyse, slowly filling up a small glass tube that had poked out of the bottom of the device once the needle was in her neck.

It was over quickly. You pulled the device out from her neck as the small entry point healed over instantly, the wound having been encouraged to heal by chemicals intrinsically bound within the metal of the needle. The moment you took the needle away from the mare she started breathing again, letting out a sigh of relief as she did so.

Now done with the needle, I slid my finger back over the now-green hologram and returned the needle tip back to the inside of the device.

I turned my attention to another display in the device; one that monitors the Nanites currently in the mare’s blood stream. As a whole organism there was nothing wrong with her, so the problem must have been on a cellular or possibly even molecular level.

You saw no reason to remove the Nanites and cause the mare more discomfort, so for now you let the stay in her.

You looked at the glass vial of red vital fluids in curiosity. It appeared normal but you knew looks can be deceiving. You couldn't quite explain it but you somehow felt that something was wrong with this fluid.

With that in mind you activated another part of the device with a tap to the display. The medical tool split in half and the vial of blood was moved inside of before closing again with it, all in one smooth motion. It then began humming quietly, vibrating slightly in your hands as it ran several scans on the blood. It beeped once it was done and it stopped all motion, no sound leaving the small device.

You tapped another hologram and the vial slid out again, following the same motions as before but in reverse. You pulled the vial out and held it in the light. You could see small particles of black floating in the blood, particles caused by the sudden intrusion of Nanites.

You stood up, picking up the mare in the process. She didn't seem to complain, so you assumed she was starting to calm down. You walked up further down the table and placed the mare on it, then the device, placing it next to her hooves.

She stared at it in curiosity, she had been curious of a lot of things, which was to be expected considering her situation.

With another tap to the device it began projecting a hologram in front of you, startling the mare onto her rump.

“What's that...?”

She was wide-eyed in awe and wonder at the holographic display before you.

“A hologram. A standard soft light one to be specific.”

“Wow...”

She stuck her head in front of the projection unit, lighting up her face with light blue and white light.

“Why does it look so different?”

What? Actually now that you were paying attention to the actual projection and be not the data you noticed that it was indeed different. It was the same as it was from your world, and that was probably why you didn't notice it. In fact, now that thought of it, all of your tech that emitted light was still realistic looking. The only way you could explain this was because all of these devices were set to emit certain frequencies, frequencies that just didn't exist here, therefore making staying realistic and not converting into cartoons.

“I'm not entirely sure, but I think its because where I come from everything looks like this.”

“Really!”

“Yep, it's really beautiful as well.”

“I wish I could see it.”

“Well maybe someday you will.”

“Really! How?”

“I intend to go back home, you can come with me if you want, I won't really care either way.”

“Yay!”

She lunged at you, wrapping her small hooves around your neck and nuzzling you gently with a large smile plastered on her face. You didn't know what to do at this point so you just patted the mares back gently.

“Thank-you-Thank-you-Thank-you-Thank-you-Thank-you-Thank-you!”

“Um...you're welcome?”

She let go of your neck and you were able to breath again, not that it really mattered. She instead began leaping around in circles on the table in absolute joy. She stopped suddenly and began trotting on the spot before letting out a loud ‘squee!’.

While she was enjoying herself you set out to find why she was so cold. The only reason she wasn't cold now was because you had raised the ambient temperature of the room to something that you hoped would be high enough to aide the red mare. It seems you were right.

You started reading from the display in front of you, barely noticing the mare staring at you and the hologram and not really minding that she was. The information on the display was in more than one category, so I broke it up into three separate holograms with a sweep of my outstretched arm, sending them in a horizontal arc around me.

You looked to the panel directly in front of you first. On it it displayed the mare’s physical health; Respiratory, circulatory, nervous, all types of systems that were required for her to function properly. Strangely, she lacked a digestive system. You would look into that later. Nothing seemed irregular in any of her organs and bodily functions, at the least the ones that are present, that is.

Done with that you closed the hologram and brought up the one you had moved to the the side of you, to the left of you to be specific. On this panel it showed all the mare’s mental capabilities and functions. Her mind appeared to be fine at a glance, but it wasn't. It was all over the place. She had memories that were broken or just pieces missing entirely, now where she got those memories you will probably never know but at least she could possibly regain some of those suppressed and missing memories. Another thing of worry was twin synaptic cleft firings, either an indication of high cognitive ability or a many mental disorders, the most prominent being multiple personality disorder. As an overall analysis by the device concludes, the mare was very unstable, psychologically speaking. She had the functioning mental capabilities to survive but you would have to keep an eye on her.

You closed that panel as well and brought the last one before you, hopefully this one would have answers as to why she was so cold. This panel showed that it was an analysis of the mare’s cellular and genetic functions, and had the largest amount of data so far. You found what the problem was pretty quickly; it was so blatantly displayed on the panel.

She lacked cells. Any cells. Like, at all.

Her entire form was just strands of my DNA interacting randomly with bits of the ‘Pinkie chemical’. There was no cellular structure at all, and yet, for some reason, the molecules took specific shapes to imitate living organs, living functioning organs at that. That would explain why she was so cold; her body wasn't making any heat at all, not even from motion! Yet, for some reason she required warmth to survive, which was kind of a problem, a problem that needed addressing.

You could probably find some kind of magical spell that could keep something warm, since you had found one that had made things freeze. Then you would just need to find a way to integrate that into an object, an amulet maybe?

You closed the last panel and shut off the device, attaching it to your belt after removing the blood from the vial. This brought the mare’s attention solely to you.

“Did you find why I'm so cold?”

She tilted her head sideways at the question, flopping one ear down and letting her straight black mane fall down her face, obscuring one eye.

“Yes, I did...”

“And...? Can you help me?”

“I...”

You paused. You knew what was causing her plight yet you weren't sure if you could fix it. You would just have to answer honestly and hope for the best.

“...I...I don't know, I think so...maybe...”

She drooped a bit at the news and her bright smile disappeared from her face.

“Oh...ok.”

The red mare’s head dropped and her gaze fell down to the table that she was sitting on.

“But...I might be able to help.”

Her head shot back up again and her face brightened instantly.

“Really?!”

“Yes, but in the mean time I want you to do something.”

“What?”

“Can you come up with a name for yourself? I'm assuming you don't already have one that is, what with your weird memories.”

“Yes sir, Saphrim!”

How did she...oh forget it, it didn't matter anyway.

“Ok then. I'm going to go and do some research, make sure you stay in this room ok?”

“Why?”

“Because it is warm in here, the other rooms are...well, not so much.”

“Yes sir, you have my word I won't leave this room!”

She did a little salute and sat down on the table with a pencil and piece of paper, where she got them you have no idea.

You left her to her own devices and stepped back upstairs towards your ever growing library collection. You sat down on a comfy wooden and leafy chair and levitated all the books you had over to you. They all seemed likely to have some sort of spell that would help, with the exception of Luna’s night magic book and Trixie’s Illusory arts book.

You plucked one randomly out of the magic field suspending them and put the rest of the books back onto the shelves from where they had come. You began flicking through the pages looking for a heating spell. Finding none in that book you went for another. You flicked through this one as well, finding a spell about halfway through, simply named ‘warmth’.

This spell seemed simple enough to cast; all the symbols were the same ones as the spell you used to freeze that wood from earlier, all, that is, but one. The only symbol that was different was what you supposed was the one that determined whether the spell gave energy or took it away. In the last spell it was just a simple jagged, upwards spike. This one was a vaguely upward-pointing triangular shape with the overall shape being rounded and more smooth, giving the impression of some kind of flame, rather fitting really.

Only one problem remained; it was just that, a spell. Not something you could imbue into an object, but something you would have to keep active constantly. You would need to find a way to bind this spell into an item, an enchantment, you believed.

And that led to even more problems; you had no knowledge of how to enchant items, nor did you have any books in your possession that could teach you how. It appeared that you would need to go back to the library in town. And then you would have to break in, since it was still night time.

Well then, best get going.

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Ponyville was silent as you crept through the streets, hood up over your head to remain as inconspicuous as possible, not very easy when you were as tall as some of the smaller buildings in the town. This also gave you an opportunity to test out one of the functions you inbuilt into your clothes.

With a mental command you activated the Nanites imbedded into the fabric of your cloak, the lines along your clothes glowed a soft but powerful blue before more lines began stretching out of the Nanite Hives, each carrying more Nanites and more blue energy. Eventually your clothes were entirely covered in blue Nanites, and then...you disappeared.

You moved your arm experimentally, half expecting the camouflage to fail, but was pleasantly surprised to find that your clothes retained its invisibility. It was probably a lot easier for the camouflage Nanites to work when there were so few colours, plus less light because of the night. Some parts were still visible, like your belt for example, but that was easily solved by moving your cloak to cover that as well.

Now completely invisible on the standard spectrum you ran, crouching low to the ground so that you would make as little noise as possible. You only passed a few ponies, as most of the town was asleep in their homes and these rare few were probably on a nightly stroll or some other equally mundane task.

You made it to the library quickly and entered through the hole still in the window from your hasty exit from before. Once inside you began searching through all of the shelves, looking for anything that might have to do with enchanting or something similar. It wasn't made any easier by the fact that there seemed to be no method of sorting, as they all seemed to just be shoved in the shelves in a completely random fashion. You didn't find anything about enchanting, but you did find lots of other useful books about various fields of magic; alchemy, astral manipulation, and various other books were all discovered and copied, but unfortunately no enchantment.

By now you had searched all of the bookshelves on the lower floor, and had amassed quite a collection of digital books, just waiting to be converted to a solid, hard copy. But still no books on enchanting or imbuing. That left only the bookshelves upstairs to search.

You quietly snuck up the stairs and made sure that everything was the same as when you left it. The weren't as many bookshelves upstairs by there was still a lot of books to go through, and you would have to hurry because you didn't know how much longer it was until dawn.

More books were looked over, deemed worthy or not, cast aside or copied and then put back. You had found less and less useful books as you went on. Just as you were placing the last book back on the shelf you noticed a book out of the corner of your eye, laying on a reading table in the centre of the room. You didn't know how you hadn't noticed it earlier, but there it was. On its front it bore a picture of a magical aura surrounding a simple floating wooden stick. It's title was ‘Advanced Enchanting and Imbuing’. This was just what you needed.

Just as you finished copying the book you noticed that it was getting bright outside, and the first rays of sunlight were just rising above the horizon.

You snapped your attention behind and above, where you heard a groaning sound emanating from beneath some crumpled and ruffled bed sheets. A purple head found its way above the thick bed sheets, hair frazzled and eyes glazed with a tired look, before it slowly looked around.

Before Twilight could see a floating book in the lower area of the private section of her library you ran and jumped out of the closest opening, dropping the book with a loud thunk. You were on the second story so you had time to angle your approach to the ground, making it so you hit the ground in roll and used the momentum to continue running forward.

In your mild jog you saw ponies staring at the dust you kicked up in curiosity. To them it would look like little clouds of dust were shooting into the air in a line, speeding along at incredible speeds, but nothing more than that.

By the time you reached the edge of the Everfree the sun was already halfway past the horizon and steadily rising. The town streets were still mostly empty but for a few, early-waking ponies that littered the dirt paths of Ponyville. You had made it without detection, and for that you were grateful but you had to get back to the nameless red mare you had left behind. You still did not know whether she had the sleep patterns of a pony or sleeping patterns similar to that of yours, or rather, none at all. You didn't know whether or not the ambient temperature had dropped in your absence, and that led to a whole other set of thoughts that began to plague your mind.

You remained deep in thought throughout the journey through the forest.

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It didn't take you all that long to make it back to your house, and you found it to be exactly as you left it.

You walked into your home, expecting the little mare to be upon you in seconds. She never appeared. Instead you found her fast asleep on the table, face on top of the sheets of paper she had somehow conjured and pencil sticking haphazardly in her mane. To your horror you realised that the temperature had dropped down considerably.

You raced over to the mare and put the back of your hand against her furry neck, finding her to be alive but cold. You don't want to think about what would have happened had you been gone any longer.

You increased the temperature again until it was a almost like an oven in here, then you picked up the blanket from the floor and wrapped it around the sleeping pony. You needed to find a more permanent solution to this problem; next time you might not be here to help her.

You ran upstairs and started getting all the books out of you by printing them into a single book, thick with ultra-thin pages and small print. All books except the one you needed now, that book was printed separately. The whole process took about a minute and left you with two, one put away on a nearby shelf and the other placed on a nearby table. In your rush to read it you knocked it onto the floor under the table it had been resting on previously.

Groaning in annoyance you ducked under the table to retrieve the escaped literature but stopped just as you hand was about to touch the book. There, resting besides it was another book, one you had failed to notice before your venture into Ponyville. Grabbing the other book and flipping it over and it was fuck me.

You growled in anger and flicked your head back in anger, temporarily forgetting you were under a table and smashing both your head and the table to pieces. Only the table was in pieces though. You would be much more upset it your head was in pieces.

On the books cover it simply said ‘Basic Enchanting’.

...

Well, that whole trip was completely worthless. Best just move on and forget about your failure to notice a book simply because it was hidden from view by a few bits of wood that vaguely resembled a table.

Since you were already crouching down you slid out your feat and sat down on the floor, surrounded by bits of broken wood and splinters. The other book forgotten, you opened the book in your hands to the first page and began reading.

Enchanting is the fine art of imbuing magical properties into an otherwise non-magical item, or imbuing magic into an already magical item to give it certain aspects and attributes that are either helpful or hindering, harmless or harmful. This book aims to teach those who have never used any field of Enchanting before and wish to learn to wield this ancient arcane skill.

It is said that Enchanting is the oldest form of magic to have ever been used in The World, older even than harmony magic and chaos magic. Whether this is true or not is under constant debate, as so few records remain of the ancient history of Equestria. The reason for this belief, though, is because of how simple it is to Enchant an object with magical properties.

True masters of this branch of magic will be able to imbue magic into object with their will alone, but beginners will have to stick to using arcane instruments to Enchant objects. That will be the first section of this book: The tools and implements that are used to create arcane circles which are essential to all enchanting, and also other fields of magic; Arcane circles are used in many, many fields of magic and are the backbone of most magic studies.

The most important and most used piece of equipment you will ever use is a simple and easy to acquire one. Chalk.

Chalk is a simple ingredient that can be used on its own or ground up with certain crystals to produce a powdery substance used to make most arcane circles. It can itself be imbued with other items and act as a conductor of magical energies. It can be used to coat other items and objects that will fill arcane circles, so that it can help conduct and insulate magic as required.

The next item is not necessarily required, but it is recommended. A table.

Having a solid, flat surface is needed for enchanting and having a permanent fixture used to house such an important role is recommended. There is no specific aspects that define an enchanting table, it just has to be large enough to be able to have arcane circles drawn on it.

And the last object needed is a foci, something able to contain the magical reactions that take place and able to focus those energies. A foci can be anything, as long as it doesn't break under the immense amount of energy that can be sometimes channeled through them.

The list went on from there, but you only needed a foci and chalk really, a table could come later if you decided to venture into enchanting more, or you could possibly rebuild the table you were sitting on, but not now. You still didn't know how to enchant an item or how to draw arcane circles, but it was probably in the book somewhere.

You skipped through a large portion of the book, only stopping once finding a relevant page which you then ripped out and put on the floor besides you. You had about three and a half pages of actual enchanting left over from the entire book, the rest of it information on various enchantments and their properties, items used for enchanting, and just general tips and tricks for enchanting.

You brought up the first page you had ripped out from the book and started reading it.

Drawing an arcane circle for a standard enchantment is easy, but you must use the correct ingredients when drawing it or risk the danger of having it detonate in a arcane explosion. An arcane circle needs to be started by drawing a circle, and an accurate circle at that. It must be round and not have any gaps or edgy lines in it.

Inside that circle you must draw a shape dependant on the enchantment itself, but for a standard circle it is merely a pentagram, with all sides of equal length and size.

Beneath is an example of a well-drawn arcane circle.

Ok, so that seemed pretty simple enough to do. You would need some chalk though and that table seemed like a pretty good idea now; while the wooden floor you were sitting on was smooth it wasn't exactly even all the way across, having tiny little veins of wood that raised up or sunk down occasionally. You couldn't afford to let this circle explode, especially since the last magical explosion you had seen launched a massive bear through the sky.

With the disturbing image of you being blown to bits in mind you started rebuilding the table you had broken with your head. Pieces of wooden shrapnel floated into the air amongst a blue haze that was your Nanites. They found each other and the process began, pieces joining each other in flashes of dazzling white. These then floated towards the most intact part of the table, more pieces of wood fusing with it as it made its way through the splinter filled air. What was left after a blinding flash was the table as the remaining wood parts fused all at the same time.

The table wasn't exactly the largest but it would do. Now you needed chalk.

You scooped up as many microorganisms as possible from the surroundings, pulling them off of the tree, sucking them out from the air, and tearing dead ones from your skin, the organisms having died the moment they touched your very potent and acidic skin.

Those that still lived were killed immediately. You then put them in a stasis sphere all at once, compressing them into a ball about four centimetres in diameter. Once all were contained within you sped up time inside the sphere, ageing everything inside by millions of years. As you released the bubble the air itself seemed to warp and twist as space-time tried to compensate for the sudden metaphysical hole produced by using all the T quantids in the small area all in one go.

The organisms that went in came out as a white powder while a pile of super nutritious powder fell out of your Nanites grasp; you had no need for the remains of the organisms, just the skeletons left behind. You compressed the powder into a stick, about your finger in diameter and about half its length long. This was now your chalk.

With both the chalk and table ready you began drawing the circle, first activating a hologram to guide you so you didn't make any mistakes. You pressed down hard on the chalk to make sure that there would be no gaps and that the whole line would be of the same consistency. You successfully made a full circle and now had to move onto the pentagram of the arcane circle. Following the glowing lights of the hologram you drew, lines as straight as you could possibly make them.

Within moments you were finished and the arcane circle complete but empty. Now you had to read the preparation part of the pages you removed from the book.

Preparing the arcane circle is entirely dependant on the spell you and imbuing into the object, and also dependant upon the object itself. The first thing to do would be to write out all the arcane symbols of the spell within the five points of the pentagram in the order that they appear in the spell. It is crucial that the symbols are properly written otherwise the enchantment will fail and will most likely explode under the enormous force of magical energies.

The symbols themselves must not touch any of the other chalk line and must not enter the central pentagon.

That seemed easy enough as well. Fishing into your Hives you were able to get an atom-for-atom representation for the symbols using both your own memories and the scanners that were recording everything around you. Another hologram appeared moments later, this one with the magic symbols that needed to be drawn.

You started drawing over the hologram again, and kept going until you had every symbol down on the wooden table. Now then, what's next?

You lifted up the last piece of paper, this one having the most writing on it out of the three.

The final preparations and the actual enchanting itself are the hardest part. The first thing you need to do is find the object of whatever you are going to enchant and make sure it doesn't touch the arcane circle yet. Before you place it you need to place one final component and that is diamond dust.

You looked away from up the paper in thought. Where were you going to get diamonds from? You smacked your face after a moment of thought. Idiot! You could just make some!

Ushering forth your Nanites you made a solid chunk of diamond using the carbon left over from your ship. You dropped the diamond into your hand and squeezed it, crushing the large thing into dust and catching it in your magic before it could hit the floor. You brought it back up to your other hands with the soft blue glow of your magic and caught it there in your hands, releasing it from your magical grasp in place of a physical grasp.

With the dust in hand you looked back to the paper and continued from where you left off.

You will then need to lay the diamond dust over the entirety of the arcane circle but take care not to let any leave the circle itself.

You did as it said and sprinkled the sparkling dust over the nearly the whole table, being careful not to let it touch anything beyond the outermost circle.

Then break your foci into five pieces. It will not matter how large each piece is nor will it matter if they are unequal in size; it only matters that it is broken into five pieces, no more, no less.

Shit, you forgot about the foci. It said anything could be used though so it would easy enough just to use a leaf or something laying around. Something you didn't mind breaking. You could use a single bit, you suppose. Yes that would work. You put a hand into your coin pouch and pulled out a single Equestria bit before splitting that into five as the page said to do.

Place one piece in each of the empty spaces in between the points of the pentagram.

You put the pieces of the bit in place and read on.

Now place the object you wish to enchant in the centre of the inner pentagon.

You didn't know what you were going to enchant, but you would need to think of something. The first thing that came to mind was just a simple stone of some sort, and that didn't seem like such a bad idea. Of you could make it look like some kind of pendant then it wouldn't draw any attention to itself, and anyone that wanted to steal it wouldn't do so if it was just a rock attached to a piece of string. Ok, so the rock was what you were going with, but you needed to find one.

Poking your head out of one of the many windows dotting your house you saw pebbles in the stream you were in earlier. They were perfect; they weren't sharp, as they had been rounded down by the flow of the river.

With a quick conjuration spell one of the pebbles appeared in your hand through a rift. Te spell was a lot easier to cast than last time, and it didn't strain you as much either. Also the rock itself wasn't damaged like the last conjured item was, you were evidently getting better, and you had only done it twice. You must be good at learning new things, it seems.

You placed the little rock in the centre of the pentagram and then read what to do next.

Once that is done it is time to perform the enchantment. First you must place your fore hooves on either side of opposite sides of the circle and simply perform the spell that shall be imbued into the object. Do not remove your hooves during the enchantment process, it will be finished when the object stops moving!.

Seemed simple enough. You didn't have any hooves so you compensated with the palm of your hands, spreading our your fingers on the edge of the circle. You then performed the spell as you would do with any spell. At first nothing happened, but then after a few silent moments, you saw strands of magic leech out of your hands and trail though the diamond dust underneath, looking like little white tendrils, jumping in straight lines from one grain of dust to another.

At first it wasn't actually visible to the normal naked eye, but as the magic strands came out further and started spreading to the pentagram in the middle it became visible to the naked eye, burning white energy spreading across the chalk like fire across oil. Soon the entire circle was covered in a flaming white glow of magic that soon spread to the arcane symbols, each one lighting up a different and vibrant colour until all were alight in arcane flame.

Then it stopped spreading and nothing happened for a while. At first you thought that you had down something wrong but then it started showing signs of working again. A solid red line of magical strands started weaving through the air of the five foci that you placed down, forming a pentagon around the central pentagon with the rock in it. Then the arcane symbols, still ablaze with multicoloured fire, started projecting a kind of pseudo hologram, each of the holograms coloured according to their projectors. Lines of magic strands started stretching across from the outer pentagram to the holographic symbols.

Then arcs of electricity appeared from nowhere, almost making you remove your hands but you held firm. The arcs started out small at first, nothing more than static electricity. They soon started growing in size and soon it looked like the middle of an arc pylon from the tier ten colonies of old. A few stray arcs hit your hands every now and again but it felt like little more than a static shock. The rock started levitating just a few centimetres above the table, in line with the magic pentagon that had formed. At this it seemed as if the rock became a lightning rod, as all the electrical discharges started from there and danced around the wooden table in a mad frenzy of light and power.

The magic in the air was so thick that even you could taste it, despite being knew to the whole concept of magic entirely.

The magic pentagon that had formed started connecting to the floating stone and a flame appeared above the rock, burning an intense yellow-white with flickers of red dotting the ethereal fire. You made sure to keep both of your hands firmly planted on the wooden table throughout the whole event, fearing what might happen if you removed them. By now all of the flames and electricity, even the magic strands, had started forming a spire that peaked above the rock and rose ever higher with each passing moment.

And then it all disappeared.

In one moment all that fire and energy had seemingly evaporated into nothingness in mere seconds. The stone was still moving and in the air though, and on its surface you could see flickering markings of the symbols that were on the table before. The symbols on the rock faded until it went back to being an ordinary looking stone, albeit with magical markings that could only be sensed by other magic users. You kept your hands still though, because the book said that it would stop moving and it was still lightly oscillating in the air.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the rock dropped like, well, a rock. Now you removed your hands from the arcane circle, assuming that it was safe to do so and fortunately you were correct. You picked up the rock laying on the centre of the arcane circle. It felt like it was burning your hand but it was bearable, if just only. You attached the rock to a small piece of fibre and you were done. Now you just needed to see if it would work or not.

You could feel the after affects of the enchanting. The air was thicker, as if the gravity had increased and the pressure rose. You could feel static electricity in the air, prickly at your skin and making your hair stand on end.

All these sensations passed once you reached the ground floor, for the taint seemed to only stay near the arcane table. The mare on the table was awake now. You weren't surprised in the slightest.

As you approached her she rubbed her eyes blearily, no doubt still very tired from being new to life and sapience. She looked to you tiredly.

“Did you find a way to help me?”

She punctuated her sentence with a large yawn.

“Maybe. Did you manage to come up with a name for yourself?”

“Uh-huh. I don't know if its any good though.”

She nodded her head in a dopey fashion, seeming like she was trying to be hyperactive but lacked the energy and willpower to do so.

“Well, what is it?”

“Shae.”

That didn't seem like such a bad name, although it definitely sounded more like a human name than a pony name. But it didn't matter, if she wanted that to be her name then that was her decision.

“I like it.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Oh and by the way I have an enchanted pendant that should help keep you warm.”

“Huh! Really?!”

She was on all fours and in front of you in the blink of an eye.

“Yeah, here out it on.”

You passed her the stone amulet and let her put it on. She seemed happier the moment it was on her but you were cringing on the inside. You had no idea whether it would work or not.

“Yay!”

She lunged at you and wrapped her small hooves around your abdomen in a warm hug. Warm. It had worked. That was a relief; you had half expected her to burst into flames the moment it touched her tiny body, or to turn into a pile of ash without so much as a flame. But she was safe and happy and with a name, so everything was good.

She fell asleep in moments.

Yes, everything was going great for now, but you couldn't help but feel like something bad was coming your way. For now though, the only thing you could do was enjoy the present and brace for the oncoming shit-storm.