The Medieval Ages

As soon as it happened, I knew. I had been put into a new life while keeping the memories of the last. It was like waking up, only more sudden, and less intense. I was simply aware of having muscles and a body. I also knew that I was being born.

Just like last time, the doctor smacked my back, and I took it as a cue to start breathing and moving. I heard sighs of relief all around me.

"Well it looks like he wants to live after all," the doctor said jokingly as I opened my eyes. I was met with a unicorn I had never seen before. I felt a little sorry that she had the luck to give birth to me.

"I'm sorry ma'am." I said, looking straight into her shocked face. "I'm sorry I can't be your son, but I just can't do it again."

"What?! What is going on?!" My would be mother cried in frustrated confusion.

"I'm sorry," I repeated as I turned to look for a mirror. There was one across from the bed, and I was amazed to see that I was the same. Red coat, white mane, and wings. And of course, the cutie mark.

"What does it mean?" The unicorn asked, staring wide eyed at my mark.

The doctors huddled up and whispered to each other. Before they could come to a conclusion, I interrupted. "It is the catalyst. That thing started it all."

Everypony looked pretty confused at that, but I ignored them. I decided to try out my magic. I focused on having an older, more fit body. This time I made sure to think of it as permanent.

I must have scrunched up in concentration, because when I opened my eyes and released the power, I was met with a few strange looks. I didn't think it possible, but when the magic dis what it was supposed to, their eyes got even wider.

When the feeling passed, I looked to the mirror again. I was met with a tall stallion, slightly muscular and large, strong wings. Satisfied with my appearance, I summoned up a black hooded cloak, so as to hide my cutie mark from the public eye.

"Are... Are you discord?!" one of the doctors asked, shaking a little.

"I assure you, that is not the case," I replied, which seemed to calm them all down a little. Then a thought crossed my mind. "How long has discord been imprisoned?" I asked, because in my last life, it had been about 1000 years.

"Why, almost 200 years I should think," replied the unicorn who gave birth to me.

'Holy shit, this means that... I have been reborn in the past!' I thought, and walked outside after thanking the unicorn and the doctors. The looks on their faces were priceless, but I couldn't seem to dwell on it.

I have been reborn into the past! This actually explains the encounter with Celestia. I must have told her to tell me something, and since I knew it, I had changed my own future, and the part of the past in which I talked to her.

And now I knew what non-linear immortality meant. It meant that my spirit was immortal, but it would not live on forward along time. It would live on in different sections of time, like a scatter plot.

I sighed, realizing what it meant for me as I kept on walking forward. It would mean that I would never forget my pasts. And so, I walked forward. I didn't even stop when I hit the woods. I just kept going. As I went along, I realized that I should probably learn to defend my physical body in case somepony ever tries attacking me again.

I practiced kicking trees with speed and precision until I dropped from exhaustion. That night, however, the nightmares returned, this time blending my two deaths together, and somehow making it more terrifying.

The next morning, I awoke to being terribly hungry. Realizing where I was, I tried not to panic as I picked a direction and just kept on walking. After about an hour of walking, I started to see some clear sections through the trees. Excited, I picked up the pace, my cloak starting to flap in the small breeze it created.

When I got out of the woods, I slowed down, satisfied that I had indeed found a town. Ponies were wandering around all over the place. As I stepped into town, I started wondering what I would do to have money for food. The answer came quicker than I thought.

“You there! Can you help me out?” a tan colored earth pony cried out, and rushed over to me from a nearby tavern.

“Depends, what is it?” I said, thinking of what this could do for me.

“Can you be the janitor? It would be just for a week! I’ll even pay you! I’m in desperate need of one, and nopony wants to clean up at my place!!” he said, looking at me hopefully.

“As it just so happens, I need some money, so you’re on!” I replied. “Just show me the supplies, and I’ll get to it.”

Looking very excited, he hired me right there, and led me inside, explaining that they opened in about four hours. He showed me the supplies, and told me I had to clean the floors, but to make sure that any trash I picked up was really trash, and not somepony’s belongings. After making sure that I could do it on my own, he left.

Groaning a little on the inside, I proceeded to grab the cleaning supplies when a thought occurred. I took a large ball of industrial strength string (hey, it was in the supplies closet) and used the extreme dexterity of my wings to help me form a large net. I swept everything out into the largest square area of the floor, and set my net up. I made sure that the cross-hairs would drop dirt and mud clumps, while keeping paper, watches, and other trinkets in the net.

First, I pushed the net under the pile I had lined up, then I grabbed a few spools I found lying around (there was a lot of junk on the floor) and rigged them up on some wall corners. Then I made sure to let the strings on each net end that attached to the spool be extra-long. I had them reach up to the ceiling in their respective places, had them converge in the center, and then braided them back across the ceiling and down the wall behind the bar counter.

With this setup, I pulled the main string to lift up the net, and shook it a bit. This made some things fall out of the net. After looking through what fell out of the net, I found no Items and Proceeded to super clean the floors. Then I grabbed some cardboard from the supply closet (which had a lot of things in it) and fanned the pile of stuff in the net. It spread out a bit, and I easily picked out actual items from the pile. There wasn't much in the way of personal belongings in there, but some of the things that were there could have been there for ages and never been found. Like a fancy watch, some random figurines, and even a balled up coat.

Once I had triple checked that there were no more items in the net, I let it drop back to the floor and swept/mopped up that area again. After some thought, I stepped out back and grabbed some rocks. I used them to hold the net after I spread it flat across the floor so that nopony would trip over a loose string. Plus, once I finished, you could barely tell they were there in the first place. Seeing nothing else to do, and wanting to simply do something to distract me from being hungry, I just cleaned glasses. As I did, I laughed. I felt like a classic bartender in some old time movie.

About thirty minutes before we were supposed to open up, the owner came back in. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the place completely clean.

“How in equestrian did you manage this?!” he cried out in shock.

“I just may never reveal my ingenious secrets!” I said jokingly.

“Well, you are totally hired!” he said, and shook my hoof. “Welcome to the crew! Or at least, it would be if we had at least one more pony… My name is Spiked Punch, what about you?”

“I’m Sky Gear,” I replied. “And I really need some food. Pay me with that. I’ll be on the road in a while, so I’ll show you how I do it before then.”

He laughed, and showed me how to get the food from behind the bar. I tried to eat slowly, and savor the taste, but in the end I wolfed it down.

“Alright, you can stay if you want to, but please be back in the morning, OK?” he said after I had cleaned my plate.

“Sure, I need the exercise anyway,” I replied, reminding myself to go ahead and come back later that afternoon. For the rest of the day, however, I practiced my fling. It took a while to tire me out, so I decided to see how high I could go. As it turned out, I could go so high, all the high flying clouds looked small and mostly lumped together. That was when I decided to Fly straight down as fast as I could manage.

I think I ended up breaking the sound barrier before I even reached the clouds, but I was going so fast I could hardly tell. I ended up banking my speed into a super powered back flip that quickly turned into seven back flips before my wings slowed my down enough so that I could glide back to the ground. Before I decided to find a place to sleep, I remembered that I was a pegasus, so I grabbed a cloud, moved it to hover over the bar, and fell into a light sleep.