A divide always has 2 sides

As we arrive to the tree, Twilight announces, “Here we are! Try not to mind the clutter, I just moved in and one of my friends loves throwing parties, weather or not you want them.” She mutters the last part under her breath.

“Spike! I’m home!” She yells out, “And I have someone for you to meet!”

I then see something running down the stairs, looks like a purple and green gecko mixed with a pre war fantasy dragon. “So, is this a pet?” Remembering my time in Big Mountain I say, “Or a failed science experiment?”

Turning to me, he then says, “I am neither of those, I am Spike! And I take offense from what you just said!”

Twilight then says calmly to him, “You’ll have to forgive Ulysses, either he doesn’t know what a dragon is, or had encounters only with feral dragons.”

Not wanting to get off on a bad foot I hastily say, “I am sorry, we have no dragons where I’m from, and not many intelligent species. I assumed that you were unittelgent because of that. I ask forgiveness for my mistake.”

“Don’t worry, you apologized, more than most in Canterlot can say. I’m Spike nice to meet you.”

“Ulysses, nice to meet you to.”

“So,” He says, turning to Twilight, “what is he, a new boyfriend?”

Twilights face lights up at that statement, almost as red as a Sheskabab. “No! Why would you say that! He is a project and nothing else!”

I decide to play along with Spike, and do my best to help embarrass her, “I’m just a project!” I say, mocking hurt, “Why, it’s almost like you don’t want to know me!”

She turns to me at neck breaking pace, “No! I mean, you are important in a non romantic way!”

Me and Spike share a chuckle at her expense, before he starts breaking out questions. “So, what can you do?”

“Your going to have to be more specific.”

“Can you shoot lazers from your eyes?”

“No.”

“Breathe fire?”

“No.”

“What type of magic?”

“Magic doesn’t exist.”

Before Spike can continue, Twilight intturupts, “Sorry Spike, but I’m the one who’s going to question him. Go back to bed or start organizing books.” He then walks off.

Twilight pulls up two chairs, a bit small for me, but I’ve sat on worse. “So, I have a lot of questions for you, let’s go ahead and awnser them. Question one, what species are you?”

“I am a human, science textbooks also say Homo Sapien, but I think that’s a different launge.”

“Question two, what do you mean there is no magic?”

“Magic is just unexplained science. You can explain what your horn does, correct?”

“Yes, we can.”

“Then it is not magic, next”

“Question three, where did you come from?

“Doubt you would know what I’m talking about, but whatever. I am from the Mojave Wasteland, more specifically the Divide, formerly the United States.”

“Okay, I don’t know where those are, because there is only one wasteland, and it’s the badlands, we have explored it fully. But anyway, Question four, how did you get here?”

“I died.”

At this Twilight recoils harshly, “You died! But then how are you here?!”

“I do not fully know, all I remember is taking a blade down most my body, then in the abyss of death I heard a voice, I can’t remember anything else.”

“Who tried to kill you, and why?”

“They didn’t try, they succeeded. The Marked Men killed me. The why is the Divide, they were driven insane, and I made sure that they would never get to the wastes.”

“You mention a wasteland, why is it a wasteland?”

“There was a time it was called the United States, when things lived and people prospered. But a valuable reasorse that powers almost everything was running out, oil. Two countries went to war over this, with a devastating weapon called a nuke. They blew the intire world up with that, but there were vaults that kept some safe, so not everyone would be a ghoul or dead.”

It is then that we notice that it’s dark out. “Well I say that’s enough for today, let’s sleep and continue tomorrow. You get the guest bed on the third floor, goodnight.

I go to my bed, and climb in. It is the most comfortable thing I’ve ever felt, and I fall asleep instantly.