Deja Vu - A Unicorn's Story

It is said somewhere in creation there exists a place of perfect randomness, between planes and worlds, linking them all together and yet unrelated entirely to their existence. The places mere perception constantly shifted, from a vacant car lot, to a thriving world of sentient ferrets, even it's place on the timeline was in constant flux. This time, it was simple, but maddening. A lavish, carpeted hallway that might have stretched to eternity, both sides lined with simplistic wood panel doors. This is where we meet our equine hero, Kaostrife.

“How long has it been?”

A reptile crawled out from the stallion’s embroidered hood, perching itself against his face. As stallions went, Kaostrife was quite tall, standing a full head and shoulders above most. His white and red robes were iconic of his order, one of the last existing groups of magic users in Equestria dubbed "The Coven".

“Since you last asked? Or since we arrived?” The creature dragged a claw down his muzzle, speaking with a cooing noise.

“Both I guess. You're so good with time.”

“Mhm, that's the dragon in me, darling. Seventeen minutes and twelve days, two hours, forty two minutes. You really should worry less, handsome.” A few drops of blood streamed down the stallion's cheek painting a red line along his pearl white coat, he winced away but bore an unsurprised expression. Kaostrife was accustomed to his familiars eccentricities, he gave her a subtle roll of his eyes.

“Hey, what was that for?”

“I'm oh so sorry my love,” she stated with a look of sarcasm. “I just can't help myself sometimes. Oh what I would do if I had just a few moments as a mare.” The familiar swooned, clambering atop her master's head and laying flat along the unicorn's dark hazel mane.

“ I am happy I found you, Sora.” The stallion replied, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. “But I worry we may not find our way home. We don't know how to get back.” Seeming pleased with the job she'd done, Sora slid down to his withers and nestled in. Sora didn't have the short, squat build most dragons of her age were known for having. Instead she had a long, snakelike body that she used to slither about the folds of her master's garments, only coming out when absolutely necessary.

“We'll figure something out, I'm sure an opportunity will present itself, this is pandemonium after all.”

“Maybe we should try another door?”

“You remember what happened last time, Kaostrife.” She scolded, reptilian brows furrowed with disapproval. Kaostrife reached up and gave his draconic companion a quick pet. It arched towards his hoof affectionately.

"It was nice to see Equestria before the great wars, even if briefly. Us ponies had no idea how good we had it." The unicorn reflected for a moment as he journeyed down the eternal hallway, it's repetitious nature almost mind numbing at this point. He was merely a colt when the wars between his species and the griffons had begun, as such most of his magic lessons were in the Equestrian Army. Through hardship and combat he'd become a formidable magic user, it was likely the reason he was one of the last to survive.

"It wasn't home though, right?" Sora's question went unanswered, their last dimensional trip had left the stallion frustrated, being offered a brief glimpse of what used to be.

“Let's go then.” Stopping on his next right step he turned and opened the door to his immediate left. Blinding white light erupted from within, forcing the two to squint as their vision readjusted.

“Oh, how climactic.” Sora purred, perking with attention as they stepped through. It was another, completely identical, valley of doors. The tiny dragons features dipped, displaying her disappointment.

“Oh dear, maybe next time, hon.” She piped quietly, slipping back into the hood of Kaostrife’s robes to resume her nap.