Michael's New Life

-Michael had been cleared from the hospital-

Upon leaving, the Princess had been very... chatty with him. She seemed very interested with the past that he himself had not even known. She didn't seem to care that he did not have an answer to some of her questions, and she kept asking the same questions twice. If he didn't know any better, he would swear she was using interrogation tactics on him.

People passed by her, pausing to look at the black clothed man walking with their beloved princess. Obviously, she hadn't been the person you'd see on the streets every day. It made sense with her being a princess and all. There were likely people from other countries, or even this one, who would jump at the chance to kill an important political figure. Given her beauty, others would have more sinister agendas for her, should she be captured. Important figures tended to disappear in his own world.

Looking at the agriculture, Canterlot seemed to be a mixture of renaissance thinkers and modern establishments. Many of the homes looked old fashioned, with a mix of modern themes. The stores ranged from modern music stores to classic blacksmith shops. The people around had a dignified aura. They seemed very rich, and wore very ridiculous clothes. Other than the absurdly large hats he saw all over the place, he also saw these people had oddly colored hair. Was this a trend? The only normal colored hair had insane looking styles. The amount of colors he saw was enough to remind him of 100 animes he might have seen.

At this point, he was also answering the excessive and repetitive amount of questions the princess was asking. The strain he had on his mind was not lessened. The time passed had not registered as his eyes glazed over.

"Michael?"

His mind began to register the amounts of alien magic that began to buzz in and out of his mind. His vision went blurry and he could barely stand. His breathing was shallow.

"Michael!"

His body began to sway and he felt weak. The golden armor of the royal guards began to shimmer more than usual. The flowing hair of the goddess began to overload his senses with it's magical flow. He dimly noticed the stares he was getting by the few people around at the moment. Wondering why, he noticed two large golden gates closing a massive and oddly shaped building. He barely heard his name being shouted a third time, as the world turned into a blur of a pinkish color. The only shape he could make out was a woman in a dark blue dress standing on one of the top balconies of the building.

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Thirteen Hours Later

Michael awakened with a pained groan. He knew exactly why he passed out. This happened before in his own world. Magicians under the leech class try to pour large amounts of their magical energy into the bodies of their captives as a form of torture. The alien magic usually becomes too much to the victim, unless the victim becomes accustomed to the magical energy. The victim could explode or have their entire soul ripped apart if kept in that environment for too long. Needless to say, it's a very painful process.

He looked around at the room he was in, and saw that it was a fancy looking hospital. Not really a hospital, because he was just laying in a fancy bed. It was a fairly dark with maroon colored drapes on the bed. The windows had their own curtains, that were white colored. The walls were decorated with many old portraits and some new looking pictures. On the opposite side of the room, a small jewelry box with a gold outline was sitting on a medium sized dresser. He appeared to be alone. The door across from him was closed.

"Shadow, come." He uttered an audible command. Pieces of his shadow slicked from under his body, and formed a baby kitten which crawled onto his lap and looked at his face. Then the shadow cat ran towards the door and slinked under it.

Michael got up from the bed and looked around the room. His clothes were gone and replaced by a white shirt that was way too big for him. He also had been given some pants. The shirt had a drawing of the sun on it. The only thing in the room that was interesting was the small dresser next to the medium sized one. It had a strange glow to it, not normally given by gloss application. Michael felt compelled to open it and took a look inside. He opened the top drawer and found a diary. It's title was written in runes that he had never seen before in his life, but he understood them. The words said Rectorem orbis terrarum.

Commentarios Secretorum. He knew the words meant Ruler of the World, The Diary of Secrets. The side of the apparent diary was locked by a key. There was extreme levels of magic energy pulsating from it.

Michael knew he should get away from it before he passes out again. He backed away as carefully as he could. As soon as he was as far away from that box as possible, he felt a tug in the back of his mind. Mike knew what this was.

He opened the shadow link with his cat to see where he was. The cat was running through classic looking decorated hallways. The brightly colored walls seemed to gleam and strengthen the sunlight glare. Had the cat been a wild demonic creature, or not belonging to Michael, it surely would have perished after prolonged exposure to the massive amounts of sunlight. It would seem that the interior of whatever building this was, was designed to keep presences like the shadow cat away from the inside.

The, the cat was lifted into the air. It struggled against the unseen grip, but it's efforts are futile. Whatever grabbed the cat must have grabbed the nip of it's collar, like a mother would. Anyone who has never seen a cat would think that was painful. 'Whatever you do, don't attack or morph.' The cat stood still and heeded the mental command. It locked eyes with is's warden. He was a muscular and tall guy with golden hair with black stripes. This man was also wearing a vest. Shadow was a hostage, so it would play the part...

As a cat.

"Mew"

"Sup cat." The man replied. "Are you lost? You cant possibly be wild because the defenses on this place are so high that small mice can barely get in. Where are you from"

"Mew"

"I mean you have no collar, but no cat really has one. I mean the pissed off cats who want nothing more than to gauge out the eyeballs of the person who placed the infernal contraption around their necks obviously do..." The man took a sigh. "Whatever. It is just a cat thing, I guess."

"Mew?"

"Yea, you're right. I'm just over exaggerating things, and I have just gone insane. I was just upset over being captured on the day of the shape-shifter invasion. invasion."

"Mew?"

"Oh, you weren't there?" The man put his index finger and thumb on opposite sides of his chin, as if to stroke a nonexistent beard. "Well, a bunch of people with weird glowing eyes infiltrated the city through very complicated means. They are able to use magic to transform their bodies into any humanoid figure they could 'sample'. I have no idea how they do it, likely a scanning spell. Whatever they do, it's weird." The man took another sigh. "Anyway, my name's Dawn Chaser."

"Mew."

"Okay... The Changelings, which is the name of the species, had two base forms. The first form is their natural form. They have greasy black, greasy green, or greasy grey hair. They have very pale skin. They kinda remind me of princess Luna though..." Dawn took another long pause. "Their second form makes them look like large bugs. They have insectoid wings and light bodies. They also have wings and a type of magic drawn from life force and stolen emotional energy. They remind me of the elder race of the princesses, given they have wings and magic use."

"Mew."

Dawn sighed yet once again. "They overpowered the princess and took over the city... Until the newly wed couple used their own version of love magic, and banished the creatures to the badlands. And that's what happened two years ago."

"Mew"

Dawn stared into space for a bit. "I have just now begun to realize that I just have been speaking to a small cat that I picked up earlier... I have to go and get a psychological evaluation." Dawn put Shadow back onto the floor. As he began to walk down the hallways, Shadow just sat there and watched him leave.

"Mew." Shadow decided it best to return to Michael and let him deal with this crap.