Marathon

AN:

Enough of first person Evan. Time for some perspective.

"Another package to Hoofington? Again? I just got back two days ago!"

A very familiar gray pegasus mare nodded in response.

A rather unfamiliar green pegasus mare facehooved, but with a knowing smile said "If this is another muffin bomb..."

"Fylnx, it's not a muffin bomb, silly. Who would want to blow up muffins?"

Again, Fylnx facehooved. "Alright. I'll take it."

It was her job. She was the courier after all.

She loved flying. The wind in her feathers and rippling along her fur, the heights and speed. For a distance flight like this she had to hold off a little. Just a little. The package wasn't particularly heavy. If she were told what the contents were, she probably would have blinked and mumbled something about "Twilight...", for that is who sent the package. If she were told what would happen to her because of the package, you would have found out the hard way why her cutie mark is a thunderbolt. Not a rainbow colored one. A black cloud with a white streak shooting down to a feather.

Flying high, so far above the ground, she contemplated life, the universe, and everything. She decided that she didn't really care about all of that as long as the universe left her alone. Of course, it's pretty obvious that the universe is about to so completely overwrite her plans that the planner she uses every day just got redacted and the sentence that says that th[REDACTED]. To answer the question that is pleading and screaming to be answered, the package is a prototype time machine that Twilight had been working on after the time travelling incident. She was sending it to a earth pony claiming to be an expert with such things.

In reality, the pony had a rather unusual set of mental disorders. The first one was Multiple Pony Disorder. And each different pony had their own disorders and triggers. All you really need to know is that he's an impressive liar when writing, but under any other circumstances he's worse than Applejack. Oh, and that whatever you do, do not stand on one hoof/foot/various other limbs while eating a pear. If he sees you then you will not survive. Nopony ever saw that unicorn again. Even those managing the gates of Death aren't quite sure what happened. He refused to speak of it.

And so we have an unnecessary package being delivered to a maniac. Just how that maniac knew that Twilight had tried to build such a thing, unfortunately, SPOILERS!!! That's timey wimey for you. Speaking of timey wimey, an altogether different TARDIS was having minor difficulties. That's what the Doctor would say. And we all know the Doctor lies. The sheer improbability of the next significant event is the best argument that it had to happen. The TARDIS and Twilight's contraption collided.

Not exactly in the normal way. The contraption had a good amount of latent time energy inside it. The TARDIS's path in imaginary-but-still-existing-space-that-includes-more-than-just-spatial-dimensions intersected exactly with the contraption. The Doctor didn't notice particularly much. It fit in very well with all the other shaking and crashing about. Fylnx, on the other hoof, DID notice. The Perception DC for noticing that something crashes into you at the speed of light in sort-of-real space is so negative that it's one of the numbers they use for testing whether infinite-capacity unsigned integer implementations work.

Being thrown about like that will definitely leave you feeling rather wibbly wobbly, if it doesn't outright knock you out or in severe cases simply kill you. Fylnx involuntarily chose the second option. She didn't have much choice. Generally speaking your free will gets gagged and bound and stuffed into the trunk of a nearby unmarked white van in situations like this. Eventually she stopped flying through time when the contraption shut down. The original spell could handle a week of travel. The only reason the machine made it this far was because it had a physical representation and the TARDIS gave it a good shove.

Her unconscious body flew through the air, having the exact same trajectory and position as it did before. Off by a few micrometers but that's quite impressive. She was rather unable to flap her wings while unconscious and thus went into free fall. A minute later (she started quite high) she landed package first on a tree branch, broke through it and landed in a river. After momentarily sinking almost to the bottom, her inherent low density as a Pegasus floated her to the top where she drifted.

Much further downstream, the current lightly pushed her ashore. No, she did not wake up immediately. It was actually a day and a half until she woke up. Which happened very slowly and somewhat pleasantly. The sun shown down through the leaves. It was a bright day, and the rivers are almost always less shaded. Things came into focus, and she noticed that there was a strange thing above her head. It was made of metal and something that looked like stained glass. It vaguely resembled a face. Then she realized it WAS a face of some sort.

She screamed and pulled a pretty fast and fancy move. She simultaneously did a barrel roll, jumped to the side and charged and fired a bolt of lightning at none other than Evan using her wings. All in less than a second. No, she's not an ex-Royal/Lunar Guard. She just practices trying to be a ninja in between deliveries. Or sometimes during deliveries. Parcel thieves in Trottingham now have a phobia of green pegasi. Seriously. With some, merely showing a picture will cause them to hyperventilate.

Evan partially dodged the lightning, but still got hit pretty hard. Luckily for him, none got through his shields. Then he did something that once upon a time was impossible for him. He yelled "OY! Quell thineself! Friendly! I wish thee no harm!"

Fylnx cautiously halted but kept a bolt primed in her wings. "Why are you talking like that?"

"Talking like what?"

"Like th-. Nevermind."

"What dost thou mean by we art speaking strangely? You mean like that? ... I'm guessing you're not really from around here."

"Sorry, I didn't know that the Everfree had an official dialect of old fancy speak."

"Listen, I have a very important question for you. It could mean nothing. It could mean everything. When were you born?"

"I was born in the glorious year of 23 BLR."

"BLR?"

"... Before Luna's Return. I use the newer date system."

"Oh. Ohhh. OH!"

"What?"

"I have good news and bad news. First, you're stuck with me."

"And the good news?"

"Ha. That was the good news. The bad news is WELCOME TO 854 BLR, my little pony!"

"854- wha? I- you- hrr-" and at that point Fylnx passed out. She's a rather emotional pony, and still a little wiped out from the out-of-nice-protective-box time travel.

AN:

How's that for perspective? Okay, I know, not much perspective.

And yes, some time has passed since last chapter.

No, the chapters are not necessarily in chronological order.

Chapters may skip around a bit.

Timey wimey wibbly wobbly.

Have fun reading.

And no, Fylnx != Hadjii.

I just like the color GREEEEEEEN!!

They're kind of different genders, and have different cutie marks.

Fylnx has a black and white thunderbolt.

Hadjii has a circuit board with rootbeer spilled on it. And it's ON FIRE.

It's funny though, because both Fylnx and Evan are cool or are going to be.

So now I'm jealous of my own characters.