Jeff changed his position from laying to sitting, Lyra gave him his clothes back that he came with when he attended to have his wings operated. Equestria already had a plus for not making him wait half an hour so that a doctor might be free. The guards that waited outside didn’t hear a thing, he can proudly admit that it was thanks to him.

Jeff wanted the guards to be deaf, not literally. He wanted them to be deaf when it comes to anything involved with hearing him or Lyra, things falling, burning or anything that might produce sounds.

Jeff just hoped his almightiness won’t fail him for now and these guards won’t suddenly hear him coughing or talking with Lyra. The clothes he had were hidden in a drawer, why did they even bother with keeping them close, or why didn’t they at least wash them so that he might smell the magnificent aroma of flowers?

These ponies really treated him like an animal, does he even have rights? There are other races and species in his world as he already knows, but do they have rights? For example, to have a house, or to have some privilege and speak their own language? Will he able to work here? Things like this are something he needs to know.

Jeff won’t force these on them since it would destabilize the whole world and who knows, maybe even he would create something like the refugee crisis. Better not involve in this matter. Jeff needs to go somewhere and make rules for himself what will he be allowed to interfere in and how much he could change.

Excellent example will be a family crisis, or someone being murdered. He might with his will just say ‘stop’ or ‘No’. A simple command to stop the horrifying act, but it would be unnatural, yes, he would do good. But if he says ‘stop’ and everything stops? If an execution of a criminal stops somewhere and he deserved to die? He will be released, and he will murder more? He doesn’t know what range his commands cover, he doesn’t know how seriously they are taken.

He has to say to himself, that his commands will only work when someone is in danger, or he, his new friends he will make with time, will be in danger that’s when he will able to save them or anything surrounding them from disaster. Not only that, but commanding everything to your will is boring, he might become the richest, but it would feel like cheating. Take all of fun from getting it, and the feeling that you managed to get what you wanted.

But he’ll leave an opening for certain circumstances. He will be able to save Ponies or Griffons, or those Changelings he was informed of, from death. But his own life here among them would suffer, he would feel…immense pain and he would regret the decision. Something for something. Maybe his views on the world, how it should work, and who should rule are rather radical, but the best case to understand everyone is to be equal to them.

He doesn’t want to play God for now, yes, he has the powers and he gave himself them. Like those wings from Saints Row. Or the magic and skills from Skyrim. The ability to be as sexy as Geralt from Rivia. This and more is in his grasp. The only thing is, he doesn’t know how to use it, and he will do too much damage learning how to.

Lyra, he met her. But he feels there will be something more. She is going to be the first pony he will rely on for most of his life and time spend here. What will hurt him is the fact, that he will be forced to lie about magic, his abilities. He will have to make up stories. Jeff has a very shitty position, if he said he is the only one with magic, wouldn’t it make him special. Make them ask more questions etc.

Jeff needs to play his cards, and he needs to do it perfectly. As God he is just perfect at anything if the God mode is on. God mode…what if he could turn it off? This could prove disastrous, he might make his God powers just leave him. He might not be able to turn them on as he wouldn’t be almighty and have the right to do it.

What’s worse this can make the universe collapse, leaving his body and his soul would force Morgan Freeman to again search for a poor soul for the task. What’s more, his sacrifice would go to waste, and it will sound very selfish, but he would at least like to have these divine powers for himself. He might not use it, but the fact he would have it, would help him mentally and would also support him when he would think he is doomed in hope he might always do something very unnatural and powerful.

Looking back at the Bible, or any other religion and tales from Fantasy stories. He has the power to do anything. Really anything, he can force ponies to do what he wants. The temptation on trying to make someone do what you want is so strong in him. He could imagine lots of people follow him blindly.

Lyra is sitting on her chair, and he is putting his shirt on. She only sees his wings and a part of his head. Lyra is rather sitting in a philosophical position. Lyra is currently debating, and thinking, and telling herself how is Jeff even going to put his shirt on, when his wings clearly won’t allow him?

“Jeff”

“Yeah?”

“How are going to put your shirt on, when clearly your wings are to big to even fit?”

Exactly, Jeff didn’t think thru this, and now the very impart question, how the hell did he fly when he had his shirt on and he summoned his wings? Maybe the wings were attached to the shirt? Naah, it doesn’t have sense! Either way, he can now unsummon them, if only nothing will catch on fire, he will be Gucci.

“Yes, ummm…are you scared of things disappearing?

Lyra just changed her impression from normal to a more, questioning one “No?”

“You sure?” He turned around to look at her

Lyra stared into those blue eyes, like ponds, like two very expensive diamonds, hypnotizing and so desirable. If only they could be taken, to have them hidden in a small chest and to stare at them the whole night.

“It depends, what do you have in mind?”

Jeff sighted, and stood up, he threw his red plain shirt back on the bed, like an angel that has the best aim on whole heaven. His shirt while falling, first bounced of the surface with the sleeves still on the sheets. Then when it landed, the force pulled the sleeves and they landed in a crossed position, almost ready to be put into a wardrobe.

Jeff, full of fear and a small cringe on his face was ready to make his wings disappear. He prayed to every possible chance he has so that nothing will catch on fire. With the abilities of his divine power he has done what Johnny Gat would do. He unsummoned his wings by just wanting them to go away with his thoughts.

Behind his back, first there was smoke, it followed with fire and orange particles covering his wings. The feeling was itchy. The edges of his wings disappeared with light shining and almost instantly making the presence of the wings disappear. The rest of his wings disappeared like this, in a very quick small flicker of light, that left some smoke and heat behind him.

Jeff turned to look at Lyra. If this was shock, or just if she was frightened by what she saw. One of those things wasn’t enough to describe her expression. Mouth opened, eyes widened as if she saw a ghost. She had her notes in front of her, to “protect” herself from the possible things that could harm her. Her legs on the chair. For the love of Jeff, there was no mouse in this room to do that!

Jeff smiled weakly to indicate nothing bad happened. Lyra nodded, to herself. To encourage herself to stop being scared. This wasn’t normal, no, wings aren’t supposed to be burned and be gone like this. For the love of Celestia, and in the name of Luna's moon. The everlasting love of Princess Cadence. How?

She pointed at him “W-What. Was. THAT!” Lyra yelled

Jeff knew he has ordered the world, that the guards are supposed to be almost deaf, but still he had to act as if he wanted her to be quiet and shut up. So, he begin to act, and shook his hands in every possible direction and pointed at the door. He was on his knees, begged with signs so that she can be quiet.

The guards didn’t enter the room, so this meant it worked. But still Jeff did this only in case things like this would happen. Then again, he is doomed, and he is screwed if a pony past by them and heard Lyra. This was more of an insurance, he won’t always hide himself like now, today is a special reason for this.

“Lyra listen, this is totally normal, it was supposed to be like this.” Jeff assured her, and he tried to keep his voice low

“This, is very weird” She said, her voice clearly in panic level

“Lyra nothing happened, you want to know something? You have just a perfect an opportunity. Do anything, write anything and send to the dudes who are responsible for me but please, let me explain” With his hands forward, and palms together as if he prayed. Jeff looked at her, a begging, but cold stare.

“Ok, sure…e-explain then…” She said, and looked away while supporting her head on her hand

Jeff stood up “Thank you”

He took his shirt and put it on, this was worse than he thought it would be. What a drama queen. Jeff carefully approached his bed and sat, with his hands up to make her see he is harmless. Her nails are much thicker and longer then his, she is more dangerous than he could possibly be. Normally, but now, he can blow up the moon scratching his ear.

Lyra was, not in the greatest mood right now. Jeff only waited for her to allow him to speak, so that he won’t push anything. She is a girl, yes, she is, there is no doubt. First, she, then he. Wait and don’t do anything violent. Lyra took a pencil, she also reached for some paper so that she can start writing when he will start his explaining.

Jeff had one of his hands turn into a fist, then he put two fingers up.

She nodded, slightly moving her head up and down. “You can start”

Then with the speed of a snail he put his hands down, looking at lyra and making her stare back at him keeping eye contact she wanted to break but he didn’t allow her with his glorious male superiority. Jeff opened his mouth, then closed it. He didn’t know what to say or ho to explain this, he looked for any logical sense in this.

“It's, complicated, let me start with me telling you that this is magic” Jeff still maintained eye contact “Some, have this ability, if, if, if, if…they master the ability tooooooo” He desperately looked for a good word “Control!” Like a thunder, he dropped the word “Their body”

Lyra nodded and wrote what he has said down, not perfectly as he said, she put it in third person and, she added a few sentences from what she understood.

“C-Continue” How hard you could search for other emotions, fear dominated in her voice

“Wings are connected to magic, and let you fly easier.” He tried to move his hands so that he might explain it easier “They also let you do other sorts of things, from protecting, casting shields and magical barriers.” Lyra got more interested as her left ear has moved like a cats in a carton “To attacking, for instance, there is a spell that gives you the power to literally grab air and make small balls of wind to throw them into your enemy.” He broke the eye contact and looked down

“Can you, touch clouds?” She asked

“No, this is impossible, only pure magic allows you to touch them.” He paused “Why do you ask?”

She quickly finished writing down what Jeff has said “The Pegasi, like Rainbow Dash. They can touch and move clouds, or when they really want, they can hit a cloud and make lighting”

“Cool! What happens if the accidently make a cloud shoot Lighting?”

“They go to prison for ten years”

“I could have thought that…” He looked at the side sadly

As Jeff moved on the side, Lyra noticed a feather from his wings on the floor, it still burned. What’s weird it didn’t stop burning but just seemed to be natural. She could take one of them for some experiments, or maybe tests. Maybe Jeff will be allowed to touch clouds in her world since in his he couldn’t?

Jeff followed Lyra’s gaze, he noticed the same object she looked at, he reached for it, he had to grab it while leaning on the bed metal barrier. But ultimately, he managed to take it and he looked around it. He then changed his target from looking at the burning white like snow, and on the edges black like the void feather to the mint colored pony, who had some cute in her. Waste or not, it came from the fact she is a pony, and Jeff finds most animals cute, not that he thinks she is just an animal course.

He then extended his hand forward with the feather, which the light of the lamp over him made it as if honey was covering it, and it shone like a pearl.

“Do you want it?”

Lyra gasped and blushed hard, she got more squeezed and her ears moved like crazy. Steam from her nose was visible as she exhaled big amounts of it, she looked left and right. Her hair fell over her face and it was hidden from the confused and surprised gaze of Jeff’s wonderful blue eyes.

“Did I say something…very wrong?” He asked “Lyra please respond I don’t want to look like an idiot!”

Lyra with her hand, she moved her hair away. She looked at him, her eyes glimmered like the night sky. Her eyes were like the halls of stone in the Hobbit. Pure gold, pure gold! Valuable like the Biggest diamond that belongs to the Queen of Britain, shining and innocent like the Virgin Mary. Her muzzle, her mouth, was wavy. Her cheeks red like strawberries, the red color was true red color. Not of those fake reds shades, no, this was the true red!

“You're new here” She said, “You don’t know the local customs and traditions” Jeff’s body pored so much sweat, he would beat the records in the Guinness Book “But this is reserved for Pegasi couples that are ready to live with each other in one house.”

Jeff has torn the feather apart, once and then a second time. From that point he smashed it into s small ball and threw it away only his divine knowledge know where. He looked at Lyra and put his arms on her shoulders. She let out a ’eep’ but that didn’t matter. He has something more important to do then this.

“Lyra, this didn’t happen, this meant nothing.”

“Yes, of…course”

Jeff hid his face in his hands from embarrassment. How is it that he must be in this hell hole from the beginning! Lesson number one, do shit and never pick anything up. Lesson two, never propose anything if can have a more weirder meaning. And lesson number three, if desperate use God privilege to save yourself.

“You know, this conversation is being very weird since it started”

“Maybe because wings aren’t supposed to disappear in light and fire?”

“I explained why it happened”

“And it tells me nothing”

“I’m sorry, that back home we ourselves don’t know how it even works”

“Maybe you should do research about it? And what is with the whole air picking thing?”

“I would gladly tell them, if I had a way back, and wasn’t closed here like an animal with a collar around my neck, next thing and a whole continent gets transported here. First impressions will be bad cause you guys imprisoned me” He made a valid point, although lying that something else will be transported here

Lyra got angry now “Its not my fault, you were deemed dangerous”

“I did nothing wrong, I helped a child out” He argued

“You used magic around Princess Luna”

Jeff shook his head “That blue scary big one?”

“Yes”

“I just defended myself from those guards, they rushed at me”

“You shouldn’t touch a princess then, you boomed her majesty's nose!” She raised her voice

Jeff looked for an explanation for this, he had nothing else then to admit that it was his fault. Yes, he didn’t listen to Morgan freeman, it’s his fault and he admits that. But It's not the reason for him to be caged, and to experimented upon, like really. Let’s have some ethicality here.

“I thought she was a illusion”

“Well she wasn’t”

“Still this doesn’t give you the right to lock me here, I should have the same rights to be independent, free and do what I want and where I want while respecting the law right in this country like any other individual” He said with his finger raised

“As long as you are on a watch list, and you are disliked by Princess Luna and her supporters you won’t have too much of a chance to receive this”

“So, I can say Bye Bye to Equal Rights?”

Lyra just looked confused and really seemed as if she didn’t follow him “What are Equal Rights?”

Mouth opened, eyes widened, and a scared look was written on Jeff’s face “You're kidding right?”

Lyra looked at him and he at her, she had a poker face. No emotion or any facial expression was seen. Jeff got nervous, then if he won’t have any Equal rights, or if he will have some rights, but they won’t be strong enough to keep him above all the inequality in this world. He will be forced to cheat in some cases. His God powers will be mostly used to force the judges to be fair.

Lyra was snickering, it quickly turned into laughter and she tried to get herself together, she tried to give herself some disciple. But every time she looked at Jeff getting more and more angry, disappointed, sad, and betrayed she laughed harder. If only he could see himself what an expression he has.

“F-F-For the AHAHAHAH” She couldn’t stop “Love of F-hehe-aust…ahahhahe…you should see yourself in a mirror”

“Lyra, you almost gave me a heart attack”

“Jeff” *snickering* “It’s the first time I have ever heard something so stupid as Equal rights” She said and smiled still looking at Jeff

Jeff stared back, is she serious now? She is again messing with him, she won’t get him this time. No, he will respond with something equally horrifying for her, now he needs to think of something good. What is the best example other than the holocaust? Massacre of Nanking? How the priests have converted the Aztec and the Incas?

“Once there was a guy, he was a painter you know? He liked to draw and do paintings, they didn’t accept him and his paintings, so he got angry and sell them o the street. When a war dame, he was a soldier, he almost died but a Brit…” He paused “From a country named Britain” He again paused and continued “…Spared his life, this painter was an Austrian, he later got injured and then the war ended, it was a great war many, many died. He Hated certain group of people, so he built on this hate and this disgust his political career blaming them for everything, maybe for snow falling when it wasn’t supposed to fall. He outlawed their language and he just made them look worse, at one point in 1941 he ordered so that they should be gone, to exterminate them.”

“And?”

“Nine million were dead”

Lyra nodded. She understood the story and the morals of the story, she even ended it with her ending where everyone from that point got the “Equal Rights” A sad story, Jeff told her about a valid point in history, so it was her time to hell him something.

“Here on Equis, we had a King named Sombra, he was a cruel pony, he was a unicorn who was corrupted by dark magic. He enslaved the whole nation and made it work every day until they didn’t fall from tiredness, he ordered the stallions to impregnate their wife’s so that more slaves can be breed. It continued for many years, he every night ordered one child to be murdered in front of their parents so that the people may know who rules them and who has the power over them. Until Princes Celestia and Luna defeated him. They imprisoned him in the cold and lonely norths, but Sombra cursed his country, the Crystal Empire, and it dispersed for one thousand years, until recently. A few years ago, it appeared again, and Sombra was defeated.”

Both Lyra and Jeff looked at each other, but Lyra finally broke, she placed her hand on his shoulder. She looked sad, she didn’t mean to be so cruel to Jeff. He had the right to know the truth, but he didn’t have the Equality. Time will heal wounds, but times doesn’t heal them Equally, since it heals with Justice, the smaller is sooner, than the bigger.

“Jeff, you know that I’m kidding right?”

“It wasn’t hard to when you looked at me with a smiley face”

“Are you upset?”

“Maybe” He groaned

“I’m sorry”

“Apology accepted, but will I get those rights or not?”

“Give them a week, someone will inspect if you are harmless and have a bring for a naïve stallion like you. And you will get them”

“I’m not naïve, I just trusted you”

“I promise I won’t do thing like this again, were you scared?”

“I wasn’t, I have the power” He said very seriously, almost making Lyra believe him “And ability to reject every attempt of getting me into chains”

“Why do you have to connect lack of Equal Rights to slavery?” She put her note and pencil down

“Because often it is the product of its absence”

“Not here”

“Then what is?”

Lyra didn’t want to say it, she doesn’t want Jeff to know too much bad stuff. And she moved her head right and left, up and down. She really didn’t want to tell him, he doesn’t need to know for now. Besides that, he might panic.

“Lyra I’m without them, I will use force to defend myself from any form of abuse, is it really bad?”

“Depends what you identify as bad…”

“Lyra please tell me”

“No, I won’t, Twilig-Princess Twilight will tell you if she desires to”

Jeff sighted, he was defeated, he won’t get it out of her, she is very stubborn, like a mule almost. What if he said it, that she is like a mule, would it be a racist insult? He might try, he is here for the first time, he won’t take any responsibility for his words as no one told him, in a way. He is defended by the fact he isn’t from this world.

“You are stubborn like your cousin”

Lyra gave him an asking expression “You don’t even know my cousin”

“I meant a mule” He smiled, that smile would piss anyone of

Lyra put her hand, on her chest, she looked at him, she let out two sad and powerless exhales. Jeff raised his eyebrow, she is acting again, she doesn’t know that it won’t work on him. Jeff awaited her response, he will again be greeted with a long made up story with some King, or maybe this time someone more or less important.

“Wow, this really hurt me” She said, “I didn’t know you can be, so, so…stupid to compare somepony’s to a mule in that way.”

“Was it that bad?”

“Jeff I’m not kidding, you could get a four-hundred-bit penalty for what you said”

“I have troubles believing you”

“Jeff, I’m serious”

Her sad and hurt vice did move his heart, he felt bad partially for what he said. But this can’t be that bad, can it? Well he made a racial comparison, this can be quite bad, but if she gets insulted by being compared to a mule, aren’t they like being racist and spitting on mules because they are worse than ponies?

“Jokes will be jokes and made up stories like you just made with the painter also, but this is serious.”

“Ok, ok. I didn’t know it’s that insulting”

“In the law code, it clearly says, that unawareness and ignorance doesn’t protect you from penalties that follow with breaking the Equestrian law”

“Yes, I understand we have the same thing back home” He blinked and closed his eyes “Back, home…” Jeff repeated

Lyra moved her head to the right, this must be hard for him not to think about his home. The more he thought about, the more he has been hurting himself. He will never go back if the Princesses don’t find a way to send him back. The won’t even have time to send hi back. And if Faust forbid he will be profitable, they will keep him here in Equestria

“Hey” She did three weak slaps on his cheek

The touch of his skin, her had had small layer of fur on her hand, her skin under her fur was the same color. So, there was a small difference in color. Anyhow. It was so soft and warm, it also felt as if she touched something very new, it didn’t feel like the softest animal skin on handbags. She expected it to be like this.

“Here in Equestria, you can do anything you want if you have the money, literally” She said horrified by the fact how much truth this one word held

“This doesn’t help me. It will never replace, my home in Brussels, or my parents house in London. Or the lovely estate Grandpa Johnny has left me and my brother in the States”

“You have a brother?”

“Yes, he is currently in Africa, adventuring and seeing places, the fauna, petting dangerous tigers”

“Is Africa a country?”

Jeff laughed, he looked at her and smiled “It's one of the seven continents”

“I’m sorry, this was an immensely stupid Question”

“Don’t say this, you didn’t know”

The rest of the time they two spend on looking at each other and smiling or thinking. Jeff Has a positive look on Lyra, he likes her. She will be a good friend for now. Just as thought earlier she will be the main pillar of his life here in Equestria. If only he could forget about all the things he has left unfinished back on Earth. He would be so happy, and thoughts of unfinished work wouldn’t bother him, his Fanfiction account would also get tons and tons of comments asking where the hell he is.

Lyra, she looked at him, and she also saw a friend. Maybe he isn’t a pony, and she isn’t a human. But she knows some things about him. She had her dreams, she had her visions and she knows exactly how his world looks like, from this big metal tower, to other various places she might just hear about. She will learn the places of those structures and cities, she will know more about their world, maybe Jeff has a good mind and could draw the borders of his world and how it looks like.

“You should consider writing a novel” Lyra broke the silence

“Why?”

“The story about the angry painter, and how he built his career on hate and disgust towards those nine million. Do they have a name?”

“Jews”

“Jews?” She receives Jeff’s rather unnatural nod “A sinister name if you ask me, but he wanted them to look bad and all. You made that up or did you add some things to an actual event that happened? I kinda lied about King Sombra and the whole slave breeding thing” She said, sheepishly, embarrassed that she fought of something so horrible

“From everything you said, what is the truth then?”

“That he enslaved all his ponies, and that Princess Luna and Celestia have defeated him. And that he has cursed the Crystal Empire to disappear for a thousand years”

“Ohh Alright”

“Why do you respond so unnaturally?”

Jeff snapped “No its, just I didn’t expect you to add something so horrible to an existing story”

“Well, you started with the genocide” She said “Besides that, on who did you base your story on? Or did you make this up?”

Jeff looked around the room for inspiration, he won’t just tell her he made that up, she’ll think he is crazy! It was a bad idea to talk about Hitler in the first place.

‘Fuck you Godwin law’

“I based my story on Thutmose the second, and his order to…get rid of all Jewish boys by killing them.”

“Are. You. Serious?!” She yelled in disbelief, and quickly shut up when she remembered there are guards outside

“No, the story about the painter was true”

Author's Note

I'm so sorry for this, for the long pause, and for the amout of my grammar mistakes. I aslo apologize for anyhting rascist, or something that might prove rascist, if you see something, let me know so that I can change it.

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