The Adventures of Emanon Reynawhe Season 1

(This is a preview of the season finale. It shouldn't even really be called a mini epidode. But I ran out of ideas for Season 1. Sorry.)

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I - A Prisoner in Your Own Home

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       For the first time in over half a year, Emanon began to realize the true repercussions of his transformation. He was always hiding something, always concealing his true self from view.

       He had some relief at school, but he was always nervous, always looking around for some unfamiliar face that he had to hide from. His "human form" worked well, but each time he bent space in that way, it got harder. And harder. Soon it would be just as difficult to make an inter-dimensional portal.

       Mostly, he avoided human interaction period. It was much safer. But he felt like a wanted man. Pony. Whatever. Still, what happened next? The obvious choice was to abandon Earth and move to Equestria. But to abandon his family and most of his friends. And his five best friends-what would they do? Would they come with him, never to return. They didn't belong in Equestria. Not really. Ponies in Equestria were quite durable. His friends could be easily killed in an accident considered minor in Equestrian standards. No, he couldn't just run away from his problems.

       Still, how would he be able to disguise himself in the future. He thought maybe an invisibility spell, but traditional invisibility spells were unbelievably hard, and bending space around him would leave him...where? In the void? There had to be some other way.

       In the meantime, the best he could do would be to teleport away. The traditional way, without portals. With portals, he would already have to be moving to get away fast enough. Traditional teleportation had its uses. Celestia forced him to learn it first before he learned it any other way.

       Also, normal people could discount flashes of light as something else, as opposed to a dark void closing up behind something. That would arouse much more suspicion.

       It would have to work for now. The next step, though, was to figure out why in the world, or any other world, for that matter, the disguise was getting so hard to reproduce. Magic usually got easier as you practiced it, not harder. But that was for another day. Sleep would help. Sleep clears the mind in the most magnificent way.