Pony Dimension

“Maybe you’re not cut out for this,” said Applejack. Dimension collapsed in shame and exhaustion. “But, uh, maybe you’d be good at-“

“No,” Dimension sprang to his hooves, strangely showing no signs of fatigue. “I’d rather not cause you anymore trouble,” he spoke with his eyes closed. He started to walk away.

“Wait!” Applejack spoke up, but Dimension would hear none of it. He turned his head to the side, enough for her to see his face as he spoke.

“It’s fine. I know you just want to help, but I’m fine.” He then added, “I don’t really have anywhere to go, I understand your desire to help, but I think it best I leave for now,” more dramatically than he intended. Despite his awkwardness and struggle to verbalize his thoughts, he was perceptive to others. He now seemed to be cloaked in a superior aura, one that Applejack did not want to argue with. Dimension walked away but then realized he had no idea where he was going. It was okay though, he needed time to contemplate; he was a pensive pony. Applejack stood with the wind blowing her mane. She was still trying to process what had happened. She wasn’t used to the heavy atmosphere Dimension had created so suddenly. There was a brief moment of silence.

“He is a strange one…” she breathed.

Dimension had wandered his way out of Sweet Apple Acres. ‘I’m a terrible work horse.’ He sighed as he kicked a pebble with each step he made. He kicked it a bit too far, prompting him to look up and away from the ground. He saw a hill. It was steep, but not too steep to be able to ascend. There was a waterfall at the top; it grabbed his attention. Figuring he had nothing better to do, Dimension began up the hill, occasionally digging his horn into the dirt to keep himself from falling. When he reached the top the distinct sound of water rushing down the fall rang in his ears. He liked it. He liked it a lot. It was peaceful, quiet, secluded. Ponyville was still close enough to see clearly, but not close enough to hear. He felt at ease in the most ecstatic way possible. It was like returning to a warm home you thought you’d never see again. He dipped his horn into the pond to eliminate the unpleasant souvenirs from his journey up.

He smiled a little. He took notice of a piece of solid land at perfect distance from the downward current. He took his time getting there. The water was deep enough to encase his torso, but he was able to walk through it. Upon reaching his destination he climbed onto the mound. He eased onto his haunches to sit down. He didn’t bother shaking any water off because its presence comforted him. His wet mane and soaked tail hung naturally still. He fell in love with the serenity of it. After a few moments of simple appreciation for nature, he closed his eyes and thought.

‘This is all so sudden. What do I do? How do I carry on my existence?’ The water and land encased his mind. It separated him from everything else, allowing him to think as much as he wanted without interruption. He hadn’t experienced that in the other world. He never got the silence he wanted. He was maddened by everything he hated, surrounded by it. He didn’t remember, he wasn’t supposed to; he didn’t need to. He didn’t want to anymore. He just wanted something to fill the hole; the hole that his former self made. The hole he didn’t know was there.

The waterfall began to fluctuate. Dimension opened his eyes slowly. Water began rising from the base of the fall. The water took form. Dimension seemed surprised, but not alarmed. The water took the form of a dragon, an Eastern dragon. He felt its eyes pierce into his soul. They stared at each other. The dragon reared upward, then lunged itself at Dimension, who was still sitting. It charged at his chest, disappearing into him. It kept going as all the water in the area became part of it. It ran into him like rapids. The last bit of water formed a tail which flicked as it disappeared. All the water had disappeared in that instant, but Dimension could still hear it. He could hear it inside him.

“Something to fill the hole,” he uttered as he stood up. He walked easily where he had once been slowed by the small lake. He smiled a little, a little more than last time. He slid down the hill with much more ease and grace than he climbed it with. He set his sights on Ponyville. He was going to take that peace with him.

He had navigated Ponyville in a way that would avoid interaction with other ponies as much as possible. He was awkward like that. A blue pegasus mare with rainbow-colored mane rested on a cloud close enough to see him. She noticed his strange navigation tactics.

‘What’s with him?’ she thought to herself before adjusting to a more comfortable napping position. He stumbled upon a tree with windows scattered across its limbs, and a door at the base of its trunk. He approached it out of curiosity. He noticed a sign belonging to the building read “Golden Oak Library.” Reading sounded like an appealing way to pass time. He approached the door, opened it, and entered.

Twilight had already arrived at the scene of the alleged “unknown magic.” The first thing she noted was the crater. The second thing she noted was that there was nothing else to note. She sensed no traces of any magic. It had dissipated long before she got there. She sighed another time, disappointed in the lack of anything worth exploring further. She didn’t bother reassessing the crater, or using any more detection spells which aided in her otherwise unsatisfactory sensory abilities.

She decided to call it quits and return home to Ponyville. She was a bit more than disappointed. Spike, however, was not surprised or much concerned for that matter. He figured the obsession wouldn’t last long, so he didn’t take her too seriously when she rambled about it. Twilight sighed again.

“Maybe dimension travel doesn’t exist after all…”