January 4th, 2001...

Location: Unknown, USA, Earth, Solar System(Sol)

"Please say your name, and age."

"My name is Chris-Christopher R-Robins, and I am three y-years old."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, [Censored]."

A chair moves in, a small stack of paper is dropped onto a metal table. "I know this may be scary Christopher and might be really hard, but I need you to be brave, so does mommy."

"Am I in trouble?"

"A little, but don't worry. I can help you get out of trouble, but only if you can help me. You need to remember what happened, when you got upset."

"I was playing when I was not supposed to."

"Go on. Why where you playing so late at night?"

"Because I saw a person. A lady with long blond hair. She told me she was mommy's kid friend."

"Did she tell you her name?"

"She never tells me her name when I saw her. I did ask! She won't tell me! I swear!" His voice begins to shake like the rest of him.

"Don't worry, I believe you. So can you tell me what she looks like?"

"She's very, very tall, but only when she's standing outside...um...She looks really, really pretty, like the pictures of angels. Long blond hair...um...she always wears a dress...it's blue."

"You're a very smart kid, Christopher."

"I learned to read when I was two. I don't like the TV, it hurts my eyes."

"Your mom told me you like looking directly at the sun. Didn't think a TV of all things you wouldn't like."

"TV is boring...I like books about knights and dragons! I like pegasi, unicorns, and fairies, and princesses!" He pointed up with an excited smile. "Did you know we're all made of dead stars?"

The interviewer laughs a little. "How interesting. So, what do you and this woman talk about?"

He frowns a bit, even noticing her lack of interest. "Me, she says I am impor...importaunt... She says I'm like a knight and a wizard. That I need to save the world from a bad guy, but the bad guy comes from a whole other galaxy like Star Wars!"

"Well..." The interviewer sighs, writing down a bit, then drops the pen. "Tell me, your mom told me you have dreams with this woman. Tell me about those please."

"They're so weird..." Chris shuffles a bit in his chair. "Can I have a snack?"

"While you tell me about those dreams, someone will get you something. What would you like?"

"DOTS!" Chris cheered. "Why'd you nod at the window? No one's there."

"Dreams." She simply said.

He moans his complaint. "Fine...I don't remember a whole lot...Just that I look like a dragon with a bunch of feathers and not scales! What kind of dragon is that?!"

"I don't know Christopher. Is there anything else? Where you are, maybe what the sky looks like?"

"There is like...a whole bunch of stuff in the sky! Like a bunch of really big rocks floating and that I'm really high up!"

"Tell me Christopher, do these rocks look kinda blue or green?"

"No..."

"No?"

"Yeah...They just look like rocks or moons."

"How many are there?"

"A bunch...a big ton of them..."

The pen is picked up and the interviewer writes again. A large metal door opens and heavy steps lead up to Chris. Something metal impacts the metal table. Chris gasps. "YOU GOT THEM! Mom never lets me have this much candy!"

"Because you're a very special kid Christopher." She smiled at him with such a kind look on her face, yet it looked like a lie.

"Because I was born during a meteor shower! Mommy told me so! She said I was born from a star and came down from space! That we all come from stars!" Chris grabbed two DOTS of different colors, and bit only half of each. Then he stuck them together and giggled. "I'm the doctor now." He whispered softly.

"That's right." She breaths, bringing Chris back in to their interview. "Christopher...what if I told you, you aren't like us. That you're-"

There was a loud scream on the other side of the glass. The large crashing of the glass shattering onto the floor behind the interviewer scared them both. "NO!!! DON'T DO THAT TO HIM! HE'S NOT READY!!!" Christopher's mother cried out her face was red with fury and fear, and her eyes glowed purple. "PLEA-!!!"

End

July 8th, 2001...

Location: Unknown. Earth, Solar System(Sol)

"What would you like for your birthday?"

"I wanna see the Matrix."

"Aren't you worried it might scare you? I saw it. It was scary to me, had a few nightmares before I got over it."

"Mommy told me that movies are fake, not real. So they can't really be real, so what's not real can't hurt me. So why be scared of something that can't hurt you?"

"You're right. I guess I was pretty stupid for being scared."

"It's okay. It's nature to be afraid of the unknown."

"Have you had any dreams lately?"

"No...I don't see the lady anymore. She was really nice but was mad when you people starting talking to me..."

"Why's that?"

"Because she says you people lie to everyone, to hide things everyone should know, that have the right to know and that you all feel ent-...en-title-d..."

"We're entitled? How does she know we lie?"

"So you do?"

"Sometimes, only when the safety of us are in danger." The interviewer said. "Now, answer my question please."

"She's powerful. She's spoken a lot-"

A loud buzzer went off, forcing her to sigh. "I'm sorry Christopher, but I'm needed elsewhere. I'll have a guard take you to your mommy, okay?"

"Okay..."

October 17th, 2003...

Location: Unknown. Earth, Solar System(Sol)

"How was your time at the fair Christopher. See some cool costumes?"

"I got to watch a smith make a cool sword!" His face beamed a smile at the interviewer. "Then I got to eat a whole turkey leg!"

She gave a light hearted chuckle. "I see. So, any dreams lately?"

"Only dreams about being a Jedi! Oh! No, a Sith! Yeah! I get to shoot lightning out of my hands! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! Oh that would be so cool!!!"

"Nothing about the woman?"

"Only a couple, but I'm not allowed to talk about her anymore or she'll be really mad at me."

"Is it because we're lairs again?" Christopher shakes his head. "Then why?"

"I can't tell you, I told you that." He moaned his complaint.

"You know we can't let you go unless you talk a little about her. Many lives are counting on you."

"No..." Christopher began to frown. "Don't make me mad."

"Christopher, you can't threaten me. Remember, your mommy is in trouble. The only way to get her out of trouble is if you help us."

"Mommy said no too. Goddesses are real for a reason. They put bad people like you in line. I'm a knight of a goddess, she said so, so I know she'll help me!"

"Shall I show you what happens when you don't give us what we want Christopher."

"Don't do it..!" He growled.

She lifted a hand to her ear and pressed it. "Turn it up to fifteen percent tolerance." She took out her ear piece and turned the speaker on.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Chris began to tear up upon hearing his mother scream in agony.

He started to shake, and fell onto the ground, screaming himself but not in pain. He was fighting himself, fighting the urge to do bad things. But for a child, the battle he was fighting was a short one lost. Suddenly his body stopped convulsing, and became still while his mother was still screaming.

"You did bad...bad things to mommy..." A dark feeling washed over her, the interviewer stood from her chair and walked towards the door. She tried to open the door but the handle became red hot and melted. "YOU HURT MOMMY!!!"

"NNNOOOOOOOO!!!!" She felt her head being crushed under an invisible force until she felt nothing any longer all became black now. She was dead with her head crushed to the size of a baseball.

End of recording

Our trials to retrieve alien information from subject has failed, his psionic powers are too great and we have chosen to wipe his mind. His mother died in the chamber, and his father was informed that she went missing, presumed dead. Further experimentation on Psionically gifted persons are hereby banned after the death of over eighty percent of Area Twelve location. Over a thousand lives lost at the hand of an enraged child who tried to warn us. Whomever this "Goddess" woman is, we must assume she is an extraterrestrial in nature and performed experients on Chris, as his own regular human DNA was changed, to have twenty-six pairs of chromosomes.

Chris will live his life only remembering his mother was sick and ran off during the night, presumably from delirium. We will have a watcher over Chris in case his father becomes too much of a risk.

My name is Professor Charles Kulwak of the Psionics Research Center on platform twelve. Project P is a failure. I can't say enough how sorry I am to those who lost their lives trying to find out this boy's secret. Sometimes....sometimes the secrets of an advanced civilization's technology is as dangerous as discovering it on our own. Could this just be a natural for them or unnatural even. While I can't be sure whether or not he'll be safe, at least he will learn to cope. At least he won't think he's partly alien in nature.

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Everyone has a story...

Sometimes it starts great. Life is great in the beginning, fresh and new. Maybe a few bumps along the way, a hill to climb, and in the end, when Death himself comes to claim you, you find rest.

Other times....A story can have a rough beginning and the seas of life crash down on you. You'll have a few happy moments but never enough for you to feel safe... and... that you are all alone.

When I was little, I lost my mother and I can't remember how or why. She vanished without a trace and left a father who fell into depression with a son who he knew at the time was much greater than him. What do you do when you have a son... who can speak to the departed souls of those who once lived? How can you tell your son it's the powers inside him that allow him to connect to nature itself and speak to it? How can you explain that everything you know to a son who thinks he's going insane even at an early age?

... You really can't...not completely. Because there's going to be a part of you, no matter what, that believes he's normal, just like you are.

Nothing's wrong with normal unless you don't fit in like a puzzle piece. My life has been a series of complex questions, unclear answers, and a task to complete that many would drug you and lock you away for.

When I was little.... I saw reality much more clearly than most did. The trees spoke to me, cried to me to help save them. The air itself was choking, water was being poisoned. Everything around me made me see the damage my own kind was doing to our planet. My dreams made me to believe I was meant to rule the world, but I didn't know what to do.

I searched for answers, studied the spiritual and material aspects of everything the Planet Earth had to offer. I did my best trying to learn as much as I could so that when I could take over the world, I was ready to. Nearly twelve thousand years of human history, wars, treaties, trade deals, philosophies, ANYTHING my mind could wrap itself around so I could help begin to heal the wounds Humanity left on our only home.

My story was already written....

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I just had to read it...

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Obsessions, Fatherhood, and Diplomacy

Author's Note

Hey all, welcome back and shit.

This chapter is just a little bit of something I felt was a little important. Ponies next chapter, I assure you.

Also, did you know Sol also means Shit Outta Luck....No wonder we keep getting attacked by aliens....