~1 week after awakening~

My how time flies, he mentally notes as he stands atop the roof for the pseudo hive and temporary headquarters, he's erected for himself and his changeling guests. A small part of him felt bad for the bit of dishonesty he had shown Chrysalis, but he also rationalized what she didn't know wouldn't be overly detrimental for her. In truth the array he had setup and been using to convert raw energy to the emotional spectrum actually took a lot of energy. Mostly due to how short of a time he had to erect it originally and the fact he wasn't used to having to worry about energy expenditures. On one hand even with his seals in place which limit his true potential, and the seals placed upon him when he awoke from his stone slumber, he wouldn't likely have to worry about running out of energy until at least two thousand years had passed. On the other hand, that was also counting into consideration not having to fight something like an alicorn, Grogar, or Discord. Those three vectors would definently take more energy than he would like to spend in the immediate future. Taking out a small notebook he had been composing of future plans from what he had previously gleaned of this dimension's possible futures before arriving, he mentally goes through his list of future issues.

Sombra, he noted again wouldn't be much of an issue, he was well versed in dealing with shadow manipulators due to his long time working alongside two of the strongest in their fields, while he lived in the Rhydinverse. He could intervene with the Pony of Shadows, thus freeing up the Pillars to help Luna and Celestia and prevent Nightmare Moon from occurring, but doing so could have unforeseen consequences. He would have to intervene a little with Nightmare Moon when she came to be, if just to keep Chrysalis from being in danger. Because she, despite her tsunadere nature, was likely to try to fix the issue in a rather poorly planned manner rather than let her changelings risk extinction. He could help the gryphons with their eventual relic issue but, doing that would later potentially hurt the growth of the future element wielders, as well as the growth of a rather intelligent gryphon he noted had good potential.

Being honest with himself, he noted a lot of the issues the future element bearers will be facing he didn't actually need to intervene much in, other than the Zecora incident. That issue he noted he wanted to intervene in personally, disliking anyone judging someone just based on appearance and rumor. Storm King, he noted he could mostly intervene in, since his role in future events was more harmful than anything, and depending on how he went about fixing the issue, he might actually make things better. Discord he was content to leave alone and run his course as long as that particular god of chaos left him alone in turn. Wishful thinking, he mused but at the same time he knew that not interfering unless provoked by Discord would yield the best possible future for both him and Discord. Starlight Glimmer was one future threat he was on the fence about though. Like with interfering with the destiny of the Pillars, he could intervene at many points, but if he messed with too much or messed up period, it would have unforeseen consequences which he wasn't looking forward to. Afterall just because he had more energy than he knew what todo with most days, it didn't mean he was eager for extra trouble while trying to steer the changeling race to the best possible future he could achieve.

Putting up the notebook back into his cloak pouches he sighs, knowing his desire to help the changelings so strongly is because of a timeline that no longer was. But a part of him really did care for those other changelings he had known in that lost timeline. Grumbling to himself about how much changes to timelines and creation of alternative timelines or destroying timelines annoyed him, he hops off the roof of the structure to resume work on building a working printing press. If he was going to use book teleportation in some of his future plans, he needed at bare minimum to raise the literacy level of the pony population. Even if it's just mass printing a guide to reading Equestrian script, or Old Ponish as it will later be called, it would make his like easier to have it distributed by the changelings under Chrysalis. Also, he highly doubted introducing a printing press at such an early point in the timeline would hurt things too much. Using pyrokinesis to shape and mold metal with precision to create the required gears and components he found was abit therapeutic. It wasn't very often he could just mindlessly work on rebuilding what some consider a normal convenience without someone interrupting his work or seeking his help with a menial task. A large part of his mind considered staying longer than a mere vacation but, doing so weighed on his essence. No matter how convenient temporal anchoring allowed him to snap back to his home dimension and the exact time he left the Rhydinverse, he also had to make sure to not grow too complacent. Afterall even void dwellers who lose caution can become stranded. One of his close friends was such an eldritch abomination. Some days he wondered if Raven was lost or merely bored and seeking a fellow traveler to kill time. That man did have almost as many backup plans as he himself did.

Pausing in his work, he senses along the base hivemind that the changelings used, his interference with the discordian corruption preventing it from degrading too much. Ensuring each changeling assigned to cover a different Pillar's life while they were saving Eques, he frowned noting that his printing press idea will need more wood then can easily be hidden being created or harvested. He pondered who would be the biggest obstacle between Discord and the Alicorn Sisters, since they were the two most likely to notice his actions if he rushed this project. On one hand, rushing matters would allow him to travel faster and potentially reach the minotaur lands within a year or two tops. On the other hand, being dragged into a power struggle early would set back many of his plans by decades at minimum. And he did so hate having his plans set back by excessive amounts of time. Mayhap he should prepare a few seal infusions to offset the possible delays to his plan. He had already been sealing after all, his weapons collection into a few sets of harmless seeming playing cards. Each set divided by level of danger it might be needed to cover.

Author's Note

If there is something someone dislikes, please, inform me so that i maybe can see about fixing it in the future.....i have been working on reducing the amount of run on sentences and trying to cut back on writing errors, but this is a work in progress and without imput i am likely to mess up alot. that being said, mostly a glimpse this chapter into the direction things will be planned tobe going.....