You May Call Me, Wanderer

Introduction

Have you ever thought ‘what would my life have been like if I didn't drink that second glass, or if I had that third slice of pizza?’ Maybe you have even thought, ‘what would have happened if the police didn't find the body in the dumpster?’ Well I’m here to tell you. You shouldn't have asked Siri for places to bury a dead body.

I am joking of course. I won’t be able to tell you what would and wouldn't have happened in your life. Mainly because I don’t feel like it. A second reason is I don’t know all the variables that happened in the circumstance, because I wasn't there to observe. But to those who truly need help, or those I just so happen to stumble upon, I will help you. Even if it kills you.

What? You thought I would say, ‘even if it kills me.’ Well sorry for the let down, but I can’t die. Sucks I know. I've lived longer than the total conscious of the universe has been around. I've perfected techniques you never would be able to even wave a hoof at, or begin to learn. I take mastery to the next level.

I’m envious of you though. You have something that I almost yearn for… something that I used to have… something that if you have been alive long enough. You miss. I wish that I had a real name again.

I've gone by many names. But no matter how hard I try. I just can’t figure out what I used to be called, it used to keep me up late at night. Lucky for me a few millennia ago I lost the ability to sleep. This brought with it two things. One, an appreciation about sleeping at night. As with out being able to sleep it brings a strange sense of time awareness. Two, I have so much more time to do things. If out of a normal week I would have slept nine hours a day, then that would mean that I slept for sixty-three hours out of one hundred sixty-eight hours in that week. That means out of that week I would only have one hundred five hours to do things that week.

One hundred sixty-eight hours versus one hundred five hours I would certainly pick one hundred sixty-eight, because well it gives me more time to do things… “What? You mean I shouldn't be telling them about my sleeping preferences?” You’re right my voiced companion, who is probably already dead.

This is only the introduction, and with introductions one is supposed to introduce. I am a rare being with a Cutie Mark of something known as an Infinity Sign. I travel between different times and even through some fun, and what I’m told, dangerous alternate dimensions. Right why I say I’m a rare being, I am always in a state of Unicorn and Alicorn. By that putting it simply, I either look like a Unicorn or an Alicorn. If you wonder if I am a Mare, Stallion, Colt, Filly or foal, then I will tell you. Yes! I am also in a state of age and gender indifference, of sorts, I change my age appearance… not on purpose though. Although I don’t actually have a gender… weird I know… or I found it was weird, when almost everyone keeps asking.

You need to call me something though… Ah. I think I know what you could call me.

You May Call Me, Wanderer