Yogscast in Equestria

-Meanwhile, in Ponyville again-

"So, darling, that horrid plaid, you actually like it?" Rarity asked, trying to get a response from the gruff, pale man.

"Fuck you, I'm Canadian, Canadians wear plaid, and don't repeat what I just said, or else you're a racist bitch," Sips was having an absolutely un-fantastic time, he immediately hated his surroundings, especially this posh unicorn.

She thought she could out-pale him? He was a fucking Dracula-spawn! He called himself a Dracula-spawn because calling himself a vampire would be taken in so many wrong ways it would be impossible to make it right again.

"Please dearie, try to enjoy yourself," the fashionista's patience was already wearing thin, and she had only been talking to this pale, raven-haired man for five minutes, it took her hours to lose her patience with a dress.

"I tried and I failed, too bad so sad I wanna go home now." normally he could find the light in any situation, but the only light here was the blinding rays of the sun.

"Oh, what is it that has you so uncomfortable?" the high-class unicorn was determined to know what had made this man so angry.

"Everything, fucking... everything. It's too damn bright, it's too damn loud, it's too damn happy, and it's too damn PG, I want to ice you, but I just can't bring myself to care enough about you or this place to do it." Sips pulled out a diamond axe, he had seen Simon carrying a diamond battleaxe during that game earlier, but that seemed unfair since Sips was a confessional (or was it professional?) lumberjack and he only had a single-headed axe, while Simon was an idiot and he had a double-headed axe.

The past was past, and the present had his axe lodged into Rarity's tea table.

"Oh dear Celestia, Sips, what is the meaning of this? That is mahogany," the indigo-maned unicorn pointed out.

For Sips, everything went dark, his eye twitched, the sun itself seemed to dim itself in the presence of his rage (or maybe Celestia was getting scared about something), his fangs came out, his blood-lust rose into a huge, full on, throbbing, hemorrhage-boner, his axe was in his hand.

"I.... hate.... *MAHOGANY!*" he screamed in a blind fury as he cleaved the table into an item with one strike, raising his axe again and taking out the doors of the Boutique, each and every last door there was, he was about to bust out the windows, but Rarity's telekinetic grasp on him made him stop, if only because he was physically incapable of movement.

A small electric shock knocked him out of his unstable state of madness.

"Sir Sips, you just acted like an absolute brute all over my precious Boutique, and I will be expecting you to replace those doors you broke," the white coated mare reprimanded.

The rage in Sips' eyes died down as he regained control over his mental faculties.

"Fucking... fantastic," he said, hoping that he could drown Rarity in the sheer amount of sarcasm he just used.

Being let go and dropping onto the floor, he looked around at the walls, furniture, and decorations of the boutique, trying to find something, anything...

...Nope, still too garishly bright for him to like anything.

Begrudgingly, he reached into his inventory, happy that he had something to help him through this strange change of fate, and started placing the doors back into their frames.

Rarity had been watching him intently, and when a wave of air distortion fired out of his hand and onto the floor, she waited intently.

A door appeared, the same door Sips had just broken down with his axe, and somehow it was unharmed!

"Oh my, darling, that... I must say, whatever you're doing, it's amazing," Rarity was astonished by this magical building process, with a skill such as this, this man could make millions.

"I'm just placing down doors, ya dumb bitch," the pale lumberjack replied, looked at his clothing.

He was wearing way too much for his inner Canadian to breathe, his spacesuit was overlaid on his skin, over that on his torso was his hoodie with its sleeves rolled up, and over than was his blue plaid lumberjacking shirt, he also had his bathrobe tied around his waist, and was wearing jeans over his spacesuit on his legs.

The black-haired gamer removed his plaid shirt, hoodie, and bath robe, leaving just his spacesuit and jeans on, he looked at himself in the mirror.

He saw nothing, because he was a Dracula-spawn and Dracula-spawn can't see themselves in mirrors. He swore he would never call himself a vampire though, vampires were ruined by Twilight.

Putting his clothes away into his inventory, he finished replacing the doors and sighed, "Alright, I did it mum, I'm leaving!" he announced, putting away his axe and walking to the front door.

"I honestly do not understand what took the liberty of urinating in your morning cereal, darling, but whatever it is, please do not take your rage out on moi." Rarity understood those kinds of days, the days where you know you shouldn't have even gotten out of bed, but this was simply ridiculous.

"Fuck this, I'm out of here, I'm gonna go find Uthgerd." Sips opened the door with a single wave of his fist, flipping the fashionista off, and walked out into the streets of Ponyville.

--

Upon seeing the populace of ponies, he immediately took out blocks of dirt, jump-placed them into a nerd-pole, and started making his way through town along the rooftops.

"I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning, no, I shouldn't have even fallen asleep last night. Fucking ponies, I wonder if Sjin has to deal with this bullshit," he pondered, making bridges across to houses that were too far away to jump to.

Today was a day he wanted to end as soon as possible.

-Meanwhile, in Canterlot-

Twilight and Celestia were still shocked at the sudden appearance of this two creatures, even when they began to stir.

"Ugh, oh my bloody head, wait is my head actually bleeding?" the shorter one asked, feeling his forehead with what looked like a hand.

--

"I don't know man, waaaait a second....?" Rythian stood up really fast, feeling unbelievable energy flowing through his body, his veins burned like the sun, his muscles felt like molten mythril, his sight enhanced a hundred-fold, then just as suddenly as the feeling came, he went numb, then eventually back to normal.

"What the? Rythian? How in the hell are you so fucking tall, Jesus man!" Lewis looked up at his eight foot tall employee, he himself felt slightly taller, and a quick check (which he didn't know how he actually did) told him that he had grown from 5'7" to 5'8", "Wow, such a change," he said sarcastically, feeling power coursing through his veins, then nothing, then a normal level of bioelectric energy.

"Um... hello?" they heard a female voice say, and they looked over to see Twilight and Celestia.

"Ho-ly. Fuc-king. Shit. Son. It's Celestia and Twilight," Lewis pointed out, taking a moment to look at his clothes.

"Oh yeah, from that thing..." Rythian trailed off, trying to remember where he had seen these ponies before.

"Um, greetings, I am Xephos of the USS Enterprise, my people tell legends of the pony species, this is my companion, Rythian, Ender Mage extraordinaire and Archmage of the Yogscast," Xephos greeted, putting on his more valiant-sounding story-tellers voice for the introduction.

"*ahem* I am Princess Celestia of Equestria, though if legends of the ponies are told by your people, then you should have already known that," the white alicorn greeted in a formal, yet nervous, tone.

"Yeah... kinda... I don't really pay attention to any of that,"

"But I do, I must say, I quite admire your country, and I can tell that you are Twilight Sparkle, bearer of the Element of Harmony known as Magic," the brown-haired man noted, "Now, if you will excuse my companion and me for a brief period of time so that we may converse and plan our next course of action, that would be very much appreciated," Lewis kept his speech restricted to only formalities for the time being.

"Um, of course, Celestia and I have a few things to discuss as well," the lavender alicorn agreed, leading Celestia to the other side of the room.

--

"Okay, Lewis, what's up with this?" Rythian demanded, leaning down and keeping his voice low.

"Shhhh, call me Xephos from now on, we should use our usernames, they'll seem less out of place here," Lewis corrected, he had a plan for this day.

"Okay, Xephos, what's up with this?" Rythian demanded again, correcting himself.

"Alright, we're in Equestria, and I've wanted to be here for a long time, great country, really peaceful, the worst thing you have to worry about is typical fantasy monster attacks," the maroon-clad man explained.

"Alright, cool, now then, I just have a few quick questions," the taller man informed, ready to start asking.

"Shoot," Lewis was prepared to answer.

"Good social structure?"

"Yes."

"National disasters?"

"Rare, but significant."

"Cold?"

"During the winter."

"We have our Minecraft powers?"

"Judging by our clothes, yes."

"Any Endermen here?"

"No."

"Do you want to fuck the ponies?"

"Hell no."

"Okay, question time over," Rythian concluded as he let out the rest of his breath,

"I have a girlfriend man, I wouldn't cheat on Hannah even if she's not in the same universe as me," Lewis stated matter-of-factly.

"It doesn't matter, you said no, and I believe you. Trust me when I say that: as an honest Swedish man, I know when people are lying about wanting to have sex. Alright, so let's check out some of this stuff we got," the Ender Mage suggested, looking at himself.

Lewis was dressed in his character's maroon jacket with the gold adornments, the decorative shoulder pads, brown pants, black dress shoes, the bandolier that held his diamond sword, and the white-cyan striped shirt, his shirt felt hard though, and a quick look in his inventory told him it was a '(white striped) Disguised Diamond Breastplate'

Rythian was dressing in his character's white coat with the purple trim, gray shirt, brown pants, and dark brown boots. He was also now wearing his original full black cape with the Enderman eyes on the back, though without the blocky texture the were huge almond shapes, and for some reason they had white claw marks tearing the color behind them.

In Lewis' inventory was a Doctor Who sonic screwdriver, a Star Wars cyan lightsaber (it had a diamond as the light lens), a Star Trek phaser gun, his diamond sword, a skeleton key, and ten stacks of torches.

In Rythian's inventory was an Alchemist's Bag, inside which was a fuckton of magical items and a windmill shuriken.

"Weird, where's that Tesseract item?" the magic-expert wondered, looking in all of the slots of the bag.

"I don't know, but do you have torches?" the spaceman queried.

"Nope," the swede replied, he had checked every single slot in his inventory, and there was not a single torch.

--

"Okay, Twilight are you aware of what was implied to have happened a moment before they hit the floor?" Celestia asked, keeping her voice low, if that tall, dirty-skinned... thing knew the power he possibly had, well....

Disasters.

"A new and undocumented species has arrived in Equestria, and as the Princess of Friendship it is my duty to ascertain their safety, both of them to us and vice versa," Twilight guessed, eager to study something new.

"No, the most powerful magic in the world has fallen into the hands of a possibly dangerous individual with a stature like Slendermane,"

"But I thought Slendermane was a myth?"

"He's real and he's the King of Fear, in the same sense that I am the Princess of the Sun. He's stolen a power meant for you and you alone."

"And I doubt he's unconfident enough to simply hoof it over."

"Exactly, let's just hope that he doesn't find out how to work it in the time it takes me to find the External Sovereignty Transferal Spell."

"Okay, sounds good, what can I do to help?"

"If he finds out, use your already substantial magical skill to teach him how to use his own properly."

"Alright, sounds good Prin- er Celestia."

"Nice to see you're getting better at that, now we just need t-." Celestia was cut off by a sudden:

"BLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGH." Lewis imitated barfing,

--

"Okay, so I'm apparently a Timelord, and you have actual magic inside of you?" Lewis queried as he searched himself, finding an hourglass charm on a leather necklace around his somewhat slim neck, there was button on the bottom that read 'Time Lord's Time Reversal Device, reverses time to one hour ago, WARNING: ONLY ABLE TO BE USED ONE!!!'.

"Yeah, I can feel the energy inside me, it's roiling and seething and wanting to escape, but I've never actually thought about using real magic before." Rythian replied, toying with the Ender Eye on a gold necklace hung around his own slim neck, he also had a red heart-shape held by a small pair of smooth, pink, female hands on a copper chain, the name of it was 'Existence Stone'.

"So, try something simple, like levitation," the Timelord offered, looking at the ornate decorations hung up around the royal bedroom

"Okay, um... Wingardium Leviosa," the clueless Archmage attempted, getting nothing in response.

"Maybe you just have to want it." the shorter man suggested, pulling a mirror off the dresser and looking at himself.

His face was still his own, but his eyes were now an unnaturally saturated shade of blue, too blue to be normal human eyes, he also had the beard and his hair was a few weeks of growth longer.

"Alright then, hummmmmmm," the taller man suggested, trying, and failing, to bend reality to his will, "Dammit, maybe if I was a unicorn or something," he looked over to the two quietly conversing ponies, they looked like unicorns since he'd never seen one.

Granted he had no idea that they were actually alicorns, but that was a detail that he had no idea about, and thus couldn't consider.

"Yeah, then you'd have a horn and stuff." Lewis pointed out, though his wording didn't remedy what was about to happen.

"I think those things on their sides are called wings," Rythian falsely corrected, shaping his will again.

"Wait Rythian what did you jus-"

*VHOOM-WHISH-HISS-VOOOOooooom BOOOOOM... NEIGH* Rythian's mauve magical aura died down, revealing a lavender alicorn stallion.

The pony Rythian looked around, his vision was still extremely more powerful, his hair (or was it a mane, he didn't know) was longer and the pale yellow highlighted stripe was now mauve and hung down over his face, his eyes were a deep purple with bright white irises, evidence towards his character's heritage, he was still tall for a pony, five feet tall with a wiry body, his cape rested over his back and withers, his pants were now a belt and his coat was slightly shorter, his mask remained around his muzzle.

The most striking features about him, however, were his sleek horn and large pair of white-framed purple-skinned draconic wings.

"What the fuck man? If it weren't for your clothes, I'd kill you for looking like a bad OC," Xephos rebuked, letting out a growling groan of frustration.

"Okay, okay, I'll change back, Jesus H. Christ man, calm your tits," the stallion backed away from his friend in fear of getting backhanded.

"I'm not fat enough to have tits to calm, so I guess I'll just have to stay angry for a little while longer, dear Celestia give me the patience, because if you give me the strength, I'll need bail money too." Lewis was known for being a control-freak, and when things left his control he just got angry and tried to corral everything back under control.

--

"Okay, Twilight, change of plans, I have just lost all confidence in this situation, please come up with a plan and help me," Celestia's voice lost its usual calm and motherly tone and replaced it with a very worried and filly-like one.

"Um, okay then, as the Princess of Friendship and Magic, I will take Rythian on as my apprentice," Twilight decided, her own voice taking on a more mature and calm tone.

"Okay that sounds like a good idea," the white alicorn said, sitting back on her haunches to be closer to Twilight's comforting words.

"And I think it would be best if Xephos, who seems a bit smarter in more political matters, would stay here with you to learn about Equestrian society," the lavender alicorn continued, she was feeling confident with this plan.

"I can't do that!," the solar diarch curled up into a little ball and watched the stallion turn back into a human shape, though he still maintained the wings for some reason.

"Why not?" the magic monarch demanded, nearly facehoofing at how silly this situation seemed.

"I'm scared," Celestia admitted, her voice had reached full filly status, which sounded ridiculous coming from the princess of the day and her large, shapely, definitely-much-more-than-a-filly form.

"Why?" Twilight did actually facehoof this time, how had Celestia so easily given up?

"He's scary, and he's got super magical power." if Twilight couldn't see that it was definitely Celestia talking, she would have sworn she was with Fluttershy on the first day they met.

"Okay, tell you what, you just... chill out over here, and I'll talk to the big scary mage guy, okay?" the lavender alicorn offered.

"Okay," the alabaster alicorn accepted, trembling and scooting away from the two humans.

"Alright then, I'm going to go talk to them now,"

--

"Okay, so I'll just experiment with this amazing magical power, and you go talk to the horses," Rythian proposed.

"Ponies," Lewis corrected, he didn't like it when people said 'horses', they were 'little ponies' for a reason, and that reason was visible, looking over at Twilight, she was about three foot two, Celestia was about six foot three.

Why was he calculation ponies' height at a time like this!?

"I don't care, equine species," the mage was practically pushing the chemist over to the other side of the room.

"Ponies," Lewis corrected again, getting a bit irritated.

"GO!" Rythian gave him a mighty shove, sending the blue-eyed man tumbling towards the two alicorns.

"Jesus STOP PUSHING!" shit just got real, Lewis was angry.

Not irritated, not frustrated, not exasperated, actually angry, he even took off his glasses for this.

"Um, excuse me, Xephos, I, speaking from experience, would not recommend making decisions when you're angry, the mind tends to shut down its higher thinking processes to make room for emotional distress and adrenaline," Twilight suggested, hoping he would understand.

"Right, right... *sigh* so, Twi, princess, yeah, how has the past several days been treating you?"

"I've been better, so..."

"I trust that you want to study the human race?"

"Is your species called humans?"

"Yes."

"Then yes."

"Alright, I'll be your guinea pig, just don't stick anything in me,"

"I don't plan on doing an autopsy," Twilight joked, enjoying this little back-and-forth conversation.

"And I don't plan on being an autopsy," Xephos laughed, feeling the tension clearing.

"So, listen, about your friend," Twilight gestured to the tall, svelte man juggling fireballs the size of baseball.

"Rythian's a nice guy, he can get attached to things, but he's a good egg and a great human being," the brunette assured, ruffling Twilight's man a little bit.

Twilight swatted his hand away with a hoof and cleared her throat, "Well, I'm sure of that, but he had unintentionally stolen something from me, something very important, and I need it back," the lavender alicorn explained.

"Are you the Princess of Magic?"

"Yes."

"HA! I knew it! Simon owes me twenty pounds," Lewis mentally recorded that for the next time he saw his best friend.

He eyes lost all of their joy suddenly, he remembered that technically, he was trapped in another world, maybe even another universe, and he might never see Simon, Hannah, or any of the others ever again. The thought made him frown, but he kept his tears in, the current moment required a stiff upper lip.

"And your friend has stolen an unbelievable source of magical power."

"Oh, well that... wait what?"

"The Nexus, the power of the Princess of Magic, I was about to receive it, but you two fell into the equation and the fact that it's a 'touch to acquire' thing and Rythian fell through it, well..."

"So you didn't even get to use it?"

"No."

"Oh damn, I hate it when that happens, I'm about to get something awesome, and then BAM, someone else takes it, oh well, do you know how to get it out of him?"

"For now it will have to stay, if we're lucky, he's gotten the full package."

"Which consists of?"

"Being in the presence of the Nexus, the Nexus itself told me everything about itself. The gist of it is, if Rythian has it, then he essentially has a complete knowledge of every spell and every component of spells known to any of ponykind, no matter whether they were made in the past, present, or future. On top of this, he had the capability to perform any and all of these magics with merely his thoughts."

"Sounds bloody fucking awesome, but really super OP."

"Well, it may sound 'bloody fucking awesome', but it comes with the responsibility to maintain the balance of all magic in the world. It's a big responsibility, one that I am prepared to take up, but your friend has no idea about it, listen don't tell him about it, I'm going to teach him about controlling his magic so that hopefully we can get this sorted out without any disasters."

"Alright, I understand, now onto more conventional matters, where will we be sleeping while we're here?"

"Oh my, I forgot. Technically you two are aliens, and by Equestrian life preservation laws, you're also an endangered species, so I think it would be nic-"

"♪Oh-oh OH-oh, wouldn't it be nice, if I stayed with Celestia, wouldn't it be nice, if you took Rythian to Ponyville, oh wouldn't it be nice~" Lewis' amazing baritone singing voice belted out the lines like a Ford factory belted out trucks.

"That sounds like a plan," Twilight agreed.

"O-kay, so, here's the plan, Rythian!" Lewis directed his attention to the Ender Mage.

"Yeah Le-*cough* um, Xephos?" the Ender Mage replied, he was just about to look underneath his mask when Lewis called him out, and he still had to remember to use their usernames instead of their real ones.

"You'll be going to Ponyville with Twilight friend, and I'll be staying here with Celestia. I've decided that I will use my time to learn about Equestrian society. Twilight is going to be a good friend and teach you about how to use magic."

"Ironic, I once thought myself an Archmage when everything was laid out in front of me, and now I am merely an Apprentice without a clue," Rythian lamented as he looked at Xephos and Twilight.

"Well then, come along my faithful student," Twilight paused to look at Celestia, though she found that the larger princess had hidden underneath the bed, a valiant effort thwarted by her pastel tail poking out into view, "We have work to do."

-Meanwhile, in Ponyville-

Lyra was running around the room going crazy, she could sense humans were nearby!

Unfortunately, Bon Bon had locked her in while she went to the market for groceries.

"Geez, you take ONE mint candy without asking, and your roommate grounds you for weeks," the mint-green mare groaned, looking at the latched door and windows, wishing she knew how to operate them.

The worst part was that the mint wasn't even good, and she wrote a strongly worded letter detailing why to the owner.

Lyra Heartstrings wondered to herself, "Who names their foal Tree Bore? That's a terrible name."

Her human senses were fully vibrating, causing her to shiver and shake with anticipation, she needed to get outside NOW, those screams she was hearing outside couldn't be anything other than a human nearby.

"Oh well, I guess I might as well play my lyre," she sighed, levitating over the instrument with her mint green magic.

It hit her, not the lyre, but an idea, she looked at the gold-colored instrument, wrapped up in her unicorn magic.

She flared up her magic brighter, she knew exactly how to get outside!

--

Berry Punch was just enjoying another day, she was about to take another guzzle of wine from her bottle, when suddenly the window next to shattered and a lyre pegged her on the head.

"AH!" she yelped, nearly dropping her wine bottle, but years of hard drinking had honed an iron grip on containers of alcohol, and she still managed to get her drink after all.

Lyra jumped out of the huge hole in the front window, surprised that she hadn't thought of breaking the window earlier.

"Lyra? Wha'sh da big ida? Wha di'inch cha juss opin da doar?" Berry demanded the explanation in her usual drunk voice.

"Oh yeah, opening the door with my magic would have been a lot easier, oh well." Lyra smiled as she levitated the pieces of glass back onto the sill and sealed them in, repairing the window like it was nothing.

"Now then, I just have to find one of those humans!" Lyra levitated her lyre up and started playing a beautiful tune.

-Meanwhile, back in Canterlot-

"Now then, just focus your magic and teleport," Twilight instructed, flaring up her magic and readying herself to teleport.

Rythian focused, he slowed his breathing and concentrated on the energy inside of him.

In his mind's eye, he saw the world from in the sky, everything was a dark gray with various points of light appearing and disappearing every second.

"Alright, just find my beacon, it should be dark red," Twilight informed, ready to fire off the spell.

"Wait, Twilight I'm-" Rythian was cut off by a sudden sound of:

*FOO-WHEESH* the sound of Twilight teleporting away.

"Red and green colorblind," he finished far too late, 'Oh well, I'll find it, how many beacons can there be?' he thought, focusing on where Ponyville was.

Two beacons, both gray, showed up at the same time, he chose the one out in the street, as that seemed logical.

--

*BAMF* went Rythian's purple-particle-cloud teleport, and Lewis was left alone with Celestia.

His favorite ponies were the princesses, not Cadance or Twilight, but Celestia and Luna, something about a divine power that dealt with outer space was awesome to him.

"Well, Celestia, I guess it's just you and me," he said, looking around for the white alicorn, when had she left?

He shrugged and decided to pilfer around the room for anything interesting.

The dresser had three drawers, the top one was filled with socks, which caused Lewis to sigh in exasperation, he wasn't fond of that meme.

The second drawer held a series of diaries and a quill made out of Philomena's feather, he looked at the titles.

"Diary years 1-100,  years 101-200, years 201-300, all the way through to 1901-2001, are these some sort of centurial thing?" he opened up the first one.

He discovered a new power, he could read a whole page in a little less than a microsecond, and less than a second later, he had gone through over thirty six thousand pages of little more than hoofprints and crude smiley and frowny faces.

As the books went on, he had spent less than half a second reading a summary of Celestia's whole life up to the day before today.

As time went on, what was crude markings slowly refined into crude words and broken sentences, then into more proper wording until it was like reading a novel, and the last few years it was reading a compilation of literary epics and mind-blowing movie quotes, even the penponyship had transformed into the world's most beautiful calligraphy.

"Hey Celestia, thinking about leaving Twilight and Rythian alone together, well... do you ever get that feeling like you've accidentally set up something really bad, and you immediately regret your decision?... Celestia? Where are you?" the blue-eyed man queried, looking around, he put the diaries back into the middle drawer and was about to open the bottom one, when suddenly:

"Celestia isn't here," a filly's voice said, it came from under the bed.

Lewis stopped, he kept his hand on his lightsaber, this 'filly under the bed' thing had two explanation: Molestia, or creepypasta, and both were equally disturbing.

He opened the bottom drawer, and was greeted by... undergarments that weren't socks.

"Oh bloody hell, am I in that kind of Equestria?" yep, panties, panties, and more panties, Jesus so many panties, from simple ones with the sun on them to larger, more covering ones and smaller, less covering ones, and a sight that made him blanch in disgust, thongs.

"Jeeeeeeee-sus, ho-ly shit, son." he put the unmentionable garments back into the drawer, closing it and getting down onto his hands and knees next to the bed, banging his head on the floor, hoping to bash the memory out of his head.

"EEP!" he looked under the bed and saw Celestia hiding underneath there.

"Aha! There you are, I asked you earlier, do you ever get that feeling like you've accidentally set up something really bad, and you immediately regretted your decision?" he asked, breaking the bed with his Minecraft power and pulling Celestia off of the floor.

"Um... yes?" oh geez, that filly voice was coming from Celestia, it was ridiculous and made him want to slap some sense into her.

"Well, you're bloody useless, I'm going to go talk to Luna," he dismissed himself, placing the bed back and walking out of the room.

He ignored the guards' surprised gasps, he figured that was the best possible reaction, astonishment, astonished people didn't interrupt you.

Several seconds later, Celestia timidly poked her head out of the door, "Is he gone?" she asked, her voice still filly-fied.

One of the guards simply nodded.

--

Lewis was worried, he had a new set of senses, and one of them told him he had made a good decision, but at a bad time, he hoped Rythian hadn't ended up getting chomped by a dragon.

-Meanwhile, in an eldritch location placed in the void between universes-

Rythian was ducking and rolling and doing everything he could to avoid getting chomped by a dragon.

That dragon had been chasing him for almost a minute now, he sprinted and jumped and dodged to the best of his ability, he felt like he had the moves from Mark of the Ninja on top of Minecraft powers, and those moves had helped him.

He had been expecting a nice town, maybe something like a Scottish white-stone hay-roof village, not this.

No, not this at all.

The Ender Mage had returned, returned to his home.

His home in The End.