The Visitor

"Where am I?" said the mysterious Stallion, the fire dying down once he awoke.

"He's awake!" Screamed Scootaloo, before hurriedly covering her mouth with her hoof in an effort to keep quiet.

"What do you mean by, 'Where am I?'" Asked Luna, suspicious of the newcomer's immunity to fire.

"I mean, I don't know where I am!" Said the Stallion, his temper rising quickly.

"You're in The Everfree Forest, and you were just on fire. EXPLAIN."

"Look, Horse-Lady, all I know is that I'm in a forest surrounded by talking horses."

"I must consult Celestia on this matter. You five, find him a place to rest for the night. I sense that times are changing. Tell nopony about this." And with that, Luna flew off to Canterlot.

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Ponyville was bursting with activity when the group re-entered the town. Fillies were heading off for school, Pinkie Pie was talking to Carrot Top about a party she was planning and Twilight was probably reading. Rainbow Dash and Applejack decided that the best place for the stallion was Rainbow Dash's Cloud, because he was a Pegasus and didn't belong in a barn.

"Before you enter my house," began Rainbow Dash, "You have to tell me your name."

"My name is Squishy Puddles. I don't know why I'm here, so you can stop asking about that!"

replied Squishy, whose temper seemed to be getting worse.

"Look, Squishy, You showing up out of the blue (literally) wasn't cool. you woke me up from my sleep and now I have to give up a part of my house for you!"

"I'm sorry that I have to bother you, but you could at least treat me with some respect!"

"Well then, Mister Puddles. Prove that you deserve my trust. What do you remember before your arrival?"

At this the conversation seemed to stop for a good minute or two, before Squishy gave his answer.

"I remember a lot of blue light, and voices. They were talking about Dimensions. I don't know what else."

"..." Rainbow Dash was silent, pondering what to do next. She could tell the Princess, or keep it to herself for fear of being punished for causing him trouble.

"Make yourself at home. You might be here awhile.

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