T.I.M.E. For a Prologue

  You’re probably wondering what that book was, hmm? It was an old one at that, but the author was the important part of this. Quantum couldn’t see the name as it had faded from the hundreds years of wear and tear. Anyways, to the name of the author. Star Swirl the Bearded.

  As you most likely know, Star Swirl was a very famous pony in Equestria's history. One of the many accomplishments he had was a time travel spell. It would only let the pony go back a week or so, but it was an amazing achievement back then. Heck, only one pony today has been known to do that spell.

  That pony was Twilight Sparkle. Now, few remember it but I’m sure you do. The moment that Twilight went back in time to warn herself of something dangerous. It turned out that she was just warning herself not to worry.

  So, this leads to the reason of that book. It was written to let Star Swirl record all of his theories on time traveling and anything to do with it. Like time loops, how do you think he died? Time loops. Those are nasty things. But alas, that story is for another time. Eh, pun? Another time! Get it?

  Anyways, this book is basically a collection of analysises. Analysi? Analysiseses? Analyses? To heck with it. You just want to read the story, not hear the narrator ramble on.

Lets begin.

  I rushed over to the stallion and shut his mouth. “What the heck? My mom will hear you!”

  The stallion’s eyes were practically bulging out of his sockets. “Mhh mmmph mmmhh, mhh mhh!”

  I got off and cast a soundproof spell around the room. It wouldn’t last long because I hadn’t fully mastered the more advanced spells. But still, I doubted that anypony would just have dismissed it and act like they hadn't heard the scream. I could at least keep any further screams or related things quiet. I walked back over to the stallion and gave him my best "I'm-very-angry-and-you-better-have-a-good-explanation-for-all-of-this" stare.

  He had stopped once I got off the bed, which was good. He would've been a challenge to quiet. I stayed at the bedside, out of his reach, just in case he wanted to try anything funny. I continued my glare and gave a simple, yet powerful response to his actions: “Explain.”

  After a few seconds, he answered, all the while rubbing his mane in a sheepish manner. “Well, you see...I, uh, can’t.”

  My left eye, specifically, twitched. “What?”

  “I don’t know anything of use.” He removed his hoof and shifted his position. “You see, I don’t remember anything since I got here.”

  Great, a stallion with amnesia. “Fine, can you at least tell me why you were screaming. I mean, I get how it’s scary being in a new place and all without any memory. But the screaming is kinda going overboard.”

  “Don’t know.”

  “Age?”

  “Not sure. Sixteen?”

  “‘Kay, basically my age then. Do you know where you are?”

  “Nope.”

  “Name?"

  “Good question. Still don’t know.”

  I stopped my mini-interrogation and sat down on the end of the bed, still out of his reach. “Okay, I guess we can stop for now. But I do have one last question. Again, just for now.”

  “Shoot.”

"Are you sure you don't remember anything? Yeah, I know that you said you didn't remember anything. But you've gotta have something, right?"

  He tapped his chin, "Hmm, I think there may be something. Here,” He gestured toward himself with a forehoof. “Do you have some loose paper, college ruled would be best.”

  I tilted my head in confusion, “What’s college ruled?”

  “Wait, you don’t know what college ruled paper is?” I shook my head. “I-it’s like this white piece of paper that has three holes for binders and small intervals between lines.”

  What is this stallion talking about? “No I don’t have any of that. Heck, you’re talking gibberish for all I understand. We’ve got quills and some regular paper,” I went over to my desk and grabbed said objects. Walking back to the bed, I continued, “There’s no such thing as binders, or college rule, or any of that crap you’re talking about.”

  I gave him the paper and quill. “We use these. Now, please, do whatever you were going to do."

  The stallion scribbled on the paper, it was fast yet it seemed that it was going to be neat. Now, one would expect the saliva from him to drench the paper, yes? Well, one smarticle particle of a unicorn made a spell to prevent liquids from affecting the paper. Except ink, coloring, and any other things that ponies would need to use on it of course. Anyway, back to the stallion.

  I watched intently as he scribbled something down on the paper, only pausing every so often to think about what to do. After a moment of scribbling he tossed the paper in front of me. I glanced down to see it was filled with variables, numbers, and all the crazy math stuff you could think of.

  I raised an eyebrow, “And this is?”

  The stallion shook his head, “I’m not totally sure, but based off of what my gut is telling me, it’s the equation that got me here.”

  “Like, through that rift?”

  “Yup.”

  “Huh, well I guess that’ll be useful. Not now though.” I went over to the side of the bed opposite to him and got comfortable with the pillows. I then levitated other pillows from around the room and placed them in a line down the middle of the bed.

  You’d think it’d be more smart to go to the other side, where the stallion was, and switch places, right? Well, lets think about it for a second. I’m a unicorn and he’s an earthpony, therefor he won't be able to get off the terrace without breaking something. By positioning myself on the side closest to the terrace I’m able to jump off, cast a spell that buffers the landing, and get help if he tries anything. Now, back to the story.

  “So, I guess we’ll have to make some ground rules for this little situation. I’m not going to tell anyone, not yet anyway, because it may turn out pretty bad if that happens. Which means for now we have to share a room and keep you hidden till the right moment I can tell Mom. Sound good so far?”

  The stallion nodded in agreement.

  “Next is that we-” I was cut off by the knock on my door, yet again. Great.