I wake up feeling rather sickly. My stomach feels like it's all knotted up, and there is a burning feeling in my nose. I smelt the sickness, there was such a large amount of sickness, it too made me feel sick. My eyes scan the room, finding nothing but the constant sounds of machines feeding me and telling me that I am still alive.

I am alive.

ALIVE!

I did not dream last night, well nothing that I can't remember. I am a very lucid dreamer, so I guess I didn't dream at all. It sucks when I do not dream. I cannot think about my day, review my actions, and reply accordingly. The panic attack last night left me in a constant state of panic before the doctors injected me with some sleepy time stuff. And I vaguely remember the truce I made with Luna.

Personally, I am glad that we are no longer fighting. I did not enjoy assaulting her, but sometimes someone needs a slap in the face. Sometimes, someone needs to get the shit beaten out of them to understand you.

Fighting always worked out in the end. If peace wasn't an option, then war will start until I end it. Fighting Luna would bring much chaos between us and her sister. From what I heard, Luna is still adjusting to modern times. Spike told me much about her and how she was left on the moon for a thousand years, and came back as nothing but of a foal and little to no magic within her. A spirit of darkness, the same tried to take me over.

I never thought I actually had it in me to do the same things my mother has done. She helped hundreds of spirits pass on, and defeated demons that have almost killed her. War doesn't stop when a person dies, it only gets worse. Killing leads to more killing and so on.

I was already tired of my bed. Groaning, I wished I could get up, but Luna had explained I won't be able to leave for a couple of days. If only I had someone to talk to, that'd be great.

knock-knock-knock

"Enter!" I answered.

Walking through the door was a doctor and a pink alicorn mare. She whispered a few words and walked over to the edge of my bed. She had a smile on her face, a soft one at that.

"Hello." She said with a slight nod of her head. "I'm Princess Cadence of the Crystal Empire. Celestia and Luna are my aunts."

I nod my head. "Is every alicorn related to one another?"

"Nopony is. Celestia and Luna aren't even sisters. They just see themselves that way." She giggled, sitting down. "I wanted to talk to you before I went to go see Twily."

"Well...here I am."

"Yes, you are." Cadence nodded once more. "I wanted to thank you, for saving those fillies. When I heard, I had to see you for myself. Somepony, or human without magic saving the lives of three fillies is a deed that does need to be rewarded."

"So what do I get?"

"Well. It's pretty simple. Celestia and Luna have already agreed, now I just need Twilight's help. We want to offer you total assimilation."

My eyes widened. "W-what? Y-you mean-"

"We'er offering you to become one of us. To have magic, flight, or near infinite stamina. It takes a lot of magic. There are also a few other reasons we wish you to become a pony." She sat straight up and looked deeply into our eyes. "You are xenophobic to your own kind, you offer yourself so readily to help those in need and protect the innocent, you have displayed honestly, generosity, laughter, kindness, and loyalty. Five of the six elements of harmony, all but magic."

"So what? You want me to become a pony for what I've done? That is a really big reward for the little I have done." I sighed, slightly annoyed. "And if I don't want to become a pony? What then?"

"In two months, you will be marrying Celestia. If you are still a human, you will face public discrimination, and you will not be able to enter most of Canterlot's establishments, even if you're a prince. Should you accept, the spell will be active as long as you wish it to be. You can return to your human form in a snap of your fingers and back again. With this, you will be able to be accepted by the public, and your name will be able to live on unhindered."

"This is a lot to think about."

"That is why you have until before the day of the marriage." She replied. "You are giving up a part of yourself to be one of us. Total Assimilation is only granted to those who are worthy, and are recognized as heroes of Equestria. I'm not sure if ponies will hate you, but many of the ponies who live in Canterlot are quite racist despite what Celestia tries to teach."

"Let me think. You sure I can change back whenever I wish?" She nods at me. "Then yeah...give me some time. I'm not sure if I should get rid of what remains of my humanity."

She chuckles and takes a bow. "I need to get going." Just as she says that, a nurse comes in with a tray. "Get well Christopher."

"Good day." I say with a nod as she departs my hospital room. "Hello nurse!"

The nurse approaches me with the tray with a soft smile. She sets it on my bed and pulls out a needle. "Time for your medication."

"What's that?" I ask, pointing to the pill bottle.

"Just some oxycodone and a flu shot."

"How much oxy?" I asked, smiling a bit.

"Forty milligrams."

I lay back in my bed, smiling from ear to ear. "Lay it on me."

She gives me the pills and I take them. It was only a matter of time before-

"He looks at peace." Luna said, looking at Chris smiling stupidly out the window.

Celestia snorted and shook her head. "He looks like he is high as Tartarus right now."

"Who knew humans were affected by our medications?"

"We'll need to ask him as soon as he wakes up." Celestia said looking down at the nurse who gave him his meds. "Was he acting strange before he took the medication?"

"He was rather strange to look at to be honest princess, but he was just smiling."

"So he knew!" Luna chuckled to herself. "Humans can get high off of normal medications. I wonder what'll happen when he accepts our offer."

Celestia sighed. "I only wish to help him. I feel different now that I carry his child. The attention he is getting his not healthy. If he accepted such a dosage to relax, then I'm afraid what he was like before everything here."

Luna chuckled. "Some introvert he is. He was the one who warned you, and offered his abode as sanctuary."

She nodded at Luna and looked back through the window. This time Chris was looking at the one sided glass. His eyes soft and he looked very sad. "Is he alright?"

Luna shrugged and began walking away. "My work with him is done until he makes up his mind." And with a flash she was gone.

Celestia hissed softly. She pressed her hoof up against the window. Somehow, Chris raised his hand and looked at it. He mouthed off a few words before his hand dropped and he passed out cold. It seemed like he had finally fallen asleep again.

Much later in the day I feel myself back on the edge of sobriety. My head is pounding and my throat was dry enough to make California look like the freaking lake. What was worse is that I could hardly see without my glasses, and things were even blurrier than before. Like most good things, my high had to come to an end, and a painful one at that.

I remember in my early teenage years I smoked a lot of weed to forget much of what happened. I can hardly remember my childhood being happy after I lost my mother. My father took over her stead and made me his slave. I worked tooth and nail to keep everything clean while my room lay empty. It was why I never really owned a lot in the first place. I never knew what it was like to live happily until this point, but even that was a stretch.

Thankfully I was alone however, alone to think. I loved thinking, and from this point onward, thinking would be beneficial for my livelihood. I wasn't immortal like Celestia or Luna was. I wasn't magical like these ponies. The only thing I could think of is that I am to be married to a princess of a race of ponies with magic. I was stumped for a few minutes as I tried to figure out how the hell I got here. How was I supposed to know that she was a princess, and now she sprung all of this on me.

The beeping was pretty much in the backround of my mind as I try to keep myself level headed. The cause of my panic attack had left my mind tried and nearly empty of emotion as I try to shut the pain of my past out. All I had to do was forget, but all I could do was remember. All I ever do was remember, even things that I don't remember doing myself. At times I would dream of myself holding a sword, or a staff while I walked through the snowy alps. Memories that didn't belong to me helped me learn life, real life.

A long time ago, when I was six I went to a fair with a bunch of people. This was a very powerful memory, the one that helped me walk my path. It helped me figure out who the villain of the story was, and helped define a path that I was able to walk. Frigga, the old gypsy who told me my father was pretty much Darth Vader.

My mother stood over me. Her long black hair over her own green eyes as she gazed upon a old looking gypsy woman. She didn't have a glass ball next to her or anything of the sorts. The smell of burning herb wafted up my nose, making me sneeze until I got used to its intrusion on my senses. She beckoned us to come closer and sit down on the table in front of us.

"Come on little one. I shall not bite you." Her old voice croaked out. She had a necklace around her neck of a figure holding a ball over its head. I meekly sat on the chair, staring up at my mother, Erin. "A shy one, isn't he?"

"Don't be fooled." She scoffed. "He isn't as shy as you think. He just doesn't know you yet, Frigga."

Frigga chuckled weakly and held out both of her hands. "Let me see your cute little hands Chris." I looked up to my mother, trying to see if it was alright. With a nod she gave me a comforting smile. As I hold out my hands, the gypsy gasped. "Already I see great pain. For many years you have searched for answers."

"How, I'm only six?" I asked as she began to rub my hands with her raisined hands.

"Sometimes a person will be young again to learn life over and over until they get what they want. Other times, they don't move on." She answered. "A name you carried once was a proud warrior by the name of Sauleazu. He also learned a great deal, becoming a warrior and a scholar."

"What's a schooler?"

My mother and Frigga shared a laugh together. "A scholar is a person who learns a whole lot and teaches it to others. Who grows from what they learn and use it when they need to." She replied with a soft crackly voice. "Now you are here to make a change to your plans. You may not know of these plans until you are much older."

"Anything else?" I heard my mother ask. "Anything I should know?"

Frigga nodded. "Yes. You will take the place of a powerful man. You will fight an evil king and earn your freedom, and with this freedom you will find a queen who will find you. Only she will find you, and you will not know until you accept her existence."

"I'm leaving that man..."

Was Celestia my 'queen'? Personally I thought for a while that it was going to be a girl I thought was pretty for a long time. However she was taken from her home before we became closer. I miss her sometimes because she was my only friend, and now...there's Celestia. I have seen her as both a human and a pony. Her voice carries power and authority. She stands even on four legs with a strong sense of nobility.

I lean back in my bed, feeling the pillows touch my ears as I try to sink down further. This was almost too uncanny to believe. Was what that gypsy said was true? Was my father the evil king, and Celestia was to become my queen?

Looking down at the palms of my hands. I have fought in wars I do not remember fighting in, and I have learned things I do not remember learning in my life. If what she said was true, then I am in for a load of chaos in the future. I'm not exactly worried, I already sorta-kinda-sorta knew shit would hit the fan, but I didn't know exactly when.

I sighed, dropping my hands down to my sides. I was bored already. Not knowing what to do left me in a bit of a pickle. I wish I had someone to talk to, anyone, heck, even a crazy pony would do. SOMETHING! ANYTHING! I kicked my legs, feeling a bit pent up, I needed something to relieve my boredom. The constant beeping of the monitors made me want to unplug it.

Smiling like the devil himself, I wrapped my hand around the cord that was on my chest. And then...I pulled...

Author's Note

So I wanted to bring up a few issues I know a few of you might be noticing. Most of my characters are who they are because that's how I am, but Chris follows his path because he believe any other path won't do.

He learns and fights with what he's learned just like how I do. I fight a war, I fought a evil man who I thought I could trust with my life. I won the war, but the scars remain just like Chris' scars. Chris' mentality is off the basis of a person who has PTSD and is recovering from years of abuse. The first touch of peace caused him to become defensive which is why he hit Luna and then made a truce with her. Shots were fired on both sides and peace was made for the sake of the young.

I know a lot of people who hate these kinds of characters, because they seem to know an answer for everything. But it all comes down to is experience and quick thinking that usually got them out of the troubles they brought themselves upon.

Don't worry about the offer though. Even I am unsure if Chris will take it. Not that far into writing the plot. Got somethings to cover before I'm done with this section.

Oh look , more darts and typos! Time to hit and miss new themes!