Eddie In Equestria

I sat in with the same though running continuously through my mind; I’m never going to see my sweet Sarah- Jane ever again. Oh, my Sarah. How I loved you. Now I was filled with a pain that I had not had in centuries. Why was love so tough on the heart? The three of us had moved into a small courtyard by now. It was cool in the garden but not cold. Celestia and God had established something and turned to me and said, “And what do you think?” I was drawn out of my haze as I heard the question. I looked toward the two with a look of confusion and replied, “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I asked,” Celestia began, “If you would care to join us at the Hearth’s Warming Eve Pageant?”

I gave a nod and began to follow both God and Celestia. God exited the doors and climbed into a carriage, Whereas Celestia had stopped in the doorway, and revealed a small object from beneath her wing, handing me a pink and white scarf with her hoof. Well I was unsure about the color. Guess being colorblind has some advantages. She gave a small smirk and said, “Put it on, it’s rather cold out tonight.” I did as she said and I suddenly felt warm. I gave a slight gasp as the warmth had startled me, and Celestia just smiled and said, “Fear not my child, the scarf is enchanted to keep the wearer a nice 25 degree’s Centre grade each time they wear the scarf.”

Enchanted?? Does that mean that there is magic in this realm? I guess I could ask later on. For now I just want to find out how I can get home. Celestia had exited the doors, and was waiting in the carriage for me. I took a quick jog to the carriage and climbed in.

Considering that there were three large beings in this small carriage, it was still pretty spacious. Celestia and God continued talking and acted as if they were old friends whom were just trying to catch up. I had pulled out the old box from my pocket and began to look at the ring inside. Celestia and God had paused their conversation and drew their attention toward the old box in my hand. I had started to mumble slightly about Sarah, Aereleus, and my travels through time. I had picked up the ring and began to let out small tears as I had never even gotten the chance to say goodbye to either of the women that had entered my life. The ring began to glow a yellow and hovered out of my hand and over to Celestia and God. Celestia began investigating the ring, while God had a look of shock strung across his face. “Where did you get this ring?” God asked. I looked over to the ring as Celestia began to investigate it in a thorough matter.

“I got the ring from a stall, why?”

“Icarus, where did you get that ring?”

“I got it from a stall, WHY?”

“Just tell me. Honestly.”

“I have been honest; I got it from a stall.”

“Icarus!! This ring was made in Pompeii! Where did you get it?”

I had begun to get angry, as had God.

“I told you, a stall.”

“No stalls sold these unless you were in Po-“

“Po- what?”

God leaned back in defeat and looked to me and asked, “How old are you?”

I leant back and smiled smugly, “Why should I tell you? If you apparently watch over all of civilization, then you should know.”

God leant forward and his eyes stared into my very soul, and he shot me a frown before asking, “When were you born roughly?”

“I was born just before The Great Pyramids of Giza had begun construction. If that gives you an idea of how old I am, then why should I tell you?” I replied, still with that smug look on my face. God’s eyes began to widen and he had a look of sheer horror on his face. God looked to Celestia, and said sharply, “I have to go.” Before she could reply, he had vanished. She looked to me in worry and asked, “What happened?” I gave a small smirk and replied, “He just figured something out about me. Now please princess, may I have that ring back. It is very precious to me.”

The rest of the carriage ride was slightly awkward as Celestia and I did not speak much. When we arrived at the Canterlot Theatre of Performing Arts, we were greeted with a heard of ponies wielding cameras. Celestia answered a few questions, and showed me the way in. We were lead up a tight stairwell into a small theatre box, which was in the centre of the theatre. The room was dark, and the noise of quiet chatter filled the hall. Celestia leaned over and said, “Get ready for a history lesson unlike any other.” Just as I was about to reply, a bright light shone on the stage and some piped piper looking purple midget began to recite a script about what the play was about. I began to zone out and just watched a bunch of ponies act out what I believe was their versions of those awful nativity plays the children perform in every year back on earth.

I looked over to Celestia in an attempt to strike up a conversation, but found that she was sound asleep. I let out a little chuckle and thought that it seemed like a good idea, so I took a nap.

I was falling, no not falling, gliding. But why? How? I looked around me and it was all black. There was nothing, but the faint sound of my sweet Sarah Crying. I began to call out to her, but no sound came from my voice. Then suddenly it was over. I looked around as I tried to figure out what was going, but my confusion was set at ease once I realized that the performance was over, so in an effort to make it seem like I was awake, I stood up and began to clap. Celestia looked at me with a smirk and leant over and asked, “Did you enjoy your nap?” I looked at her and mouthed out the word “How” and she just smiled and said, “I have my sources.” I could only laugh as Celestia tapped on her nose with the side of her hoof. Everyone began to settle and she had turned and was making her way down the stairs. Celestia looked at me and said, “Are you coming? We are going to congratulate my student about the performance that she and her friends had just performed.” I looked over and mumbled as I got up, and replied, “Yeah… okay, just give me a moment.” Celestia had made her way down the stairs before I had caught up. She and I walked around the hall, and she began to say, “My student, she is a unique character. She has a tendency to over react. But you should get along with her just fine.” By the time Celestia had finished, we arrived back stage.