The Timeless Chronicle

The lights gather again. I'm in a bright lit room, floating over the heads of a flood of ponies dancing and talking underneath me. Everypony is wearing masks, but from time to time I see a body that I recognize flashing by in the crowd. It's obviously not the Gala, too small a gathering for that, so it has to be a private aristocratic ball. I wonder what for?

I'm floating, but don't feel any magic working on me. This isn't a levitation spell. I try to use one, to get myself on ground level, but falter at gathering magic. It's the same as before. The magic I can feel, but it's outside of my grasp. I try solely thinking about descending and it works. I see myself falling into the crowd, but immediately feel at unease. Everypony is just walking through me. I think about ascending and thus do so.

As I glance over the crowd, my eyes meet someone familiar who does not disappear in an instant. In the mass of ponies my vision fishes out Blueblood in a lion mask, who actually quite loudly argues with someone at the entrance.

I swoop towards him, but as I come closer, he is not the one I thought him to be. While his visage is exactly the same, his cutie mark does not match the one I have known to omit. However whoever he might be, he is intoxicated and behaves very Blueblood-like. It seems he is talking to the dark-blue earth pony in a dog mask next to him, presumably his bodyguard, telling him that he can take care of himself, and doesn't need nopony to help him. He takes a swing with his hoof in the air, swirls and nearly falls.

A red unicorn mare in a cat mask grabs him just before he hits the ground, and apologizes for her raunchy companion, taking his foreleg over her shoulder. She escorts him to the outside. They walk a while through the rich streets tall houses rising right and left. I recognize most of them, I'm in the aristocratic district of Canterlot.

I  have left the party, and followed the couple. Just now came it to my head. Everything around me seems so familiar here, yet a tad off. I is as if someone turned the saturation of everything up, all the buildings seeming lively, vivid colors shining towards even in then night. Everything looks... just like the stones of the castle from before, new.

I float, a little bit unsteady and uneasy, upwards, to get a clearer view of the city. It definitely looks like Canterlot, with the Royal Palace in its core. What I see doesn't help me as much, and I concentrate on what I don't. The Phillydelphia Bank unit is not present. There are scorch marks on the fire department though. I have to be just a few hundred years behind my time right now. I'd guess the early six hundreds a.n.m.

I float down again and it feels weird, without the feeling of magic that should be involved. The pair I found not far away, walking off to their destination after a wild party, in the bright lights of the street lamps. Then the stallion directs them towards an dark sidestreet. I grow interested, and walk closer both of them disappearing in the darkness shrouding this blind alley.

I get used to the poor lighting conditions of this location, and to my eyes it is unveiled that the stallion is up to something. I don't like his sly grin. I hope the dame has some means of defense.

"Hey, Sweetie," not-Blueblood frees himself from her arm, "We are all alone now, Babe."

He stepps a pace back and, swinging lightly from side to side, flirts, "You must think you're special, Girl, that you're lucky. You'll be able to do it with the great Goldenheart himself. You should be honored."

So Goldenheart is his name. The stallion looks the red mare in the eyes and then starts galloping nearly straight towards her, in an attempt to subdue her. Well aware that the scheme was see-through I'm not surprised the mare manages to buck him square in the face.

Goldenheart falls down, holding his probably broken and definitely bleeding nose, and screams, " You bloody bucking witch! What the buck did you do to me? Do you even realize who I am?" He pulls a knife out of his pocket. "How lucky do you feel now?"

I must say he had it coming. I still cannot believe this isn't Blueblood. They are so alike. Maybe an ancestor? But if so, how did he manage to reproduce?

The mare looks at him with disgust lingering in her ruby eyes, and sweeping back the pink streak in her hair she states, "You have no musing with what might you have meddled Goldenheart. I'm the Mistress of Luck, and for you I mean miserable misfortune. Men, you may maim him."

With those words the self-proclaimed Mistress of Misfortune steps back, and from the alley, two burly stallions, a blue earth pony and an orange pegasus come forth.

They raise their hoofs to their foreheads and greet, "Let the Silencing begone, Mistress."

To which the Mistress responds, "and the Truth emerge."

They make a symbol in the air, and the Mistress orders them to knock Goldenheart out, but bring him to the place alive, for he is still needed. I turn away and hear a muffled scream and a few thumps. The stallions put a bag over the beaten up Goldeheart's head and escort him and the Mistress out of this dark place. I stay, shocked and in silence.

I'm not sure what to think. I'm glad the situation didn't deteriorate, but it did in a sense. Who was the mare? Why was she important to me? So many questions, so little answers and every second in my current state just makes new inquiries arise.

At lest this scene is over. The lights start rearranging again.