At first, I thought that my previous realization of this world was dreadful enough, the fact that:

There are monsters too powerful and dangerous living among us.

But the days passed, and with it, my perception of terror changed. After I finished my lessons on offensive magic, a sudden realization coursed through me after being able to break through one of my uncle’s scales:

I was one of those monsters. I was dangerous and powerful too.

It was a really unique feeling. I was a powerful being, an almost unstoppable creature. It made me feel awesome for quite some time, to be honest. Mere ponies were little ants in comparison to my power...

Pride

The pride of a dragon, that’s how Spike called it when I explained him my feelings. He told me that most dragons ended as merciless monsters because of those thoughts. That I should only focus in being happy and make other ponies happy; He told me that with time I will understand the real purpose of my powers.

Well, I think I catch the meaning behind his words.

I laid sit in the center of the room of the school, foals of my age and grown ponies around me, all smiling in unison, happily doing their usual things without a care or doubt inside their hearts and minds.

All according to the spells’ description.

Illusion spells are the more complex of them all. Fortunately, they don’t need a lot of magic to maintain them. I had been casting a mind-controlling spell in the whole classroom for nearly a month now. I must confess, the results are more than what I expected. Only peace and joy could be heard inside those four walls.

Well, I could wish the same for today… there is an odd feeling inside me, but I can’t quite tell what does it means…

“You… Flurry,” Miss Marble stammered, her amber eyes twitching erratically. There was something really wrong with her. “Stop… that…”

Did she? No, that can’t be…

My eyes darted down as I tried to find an answer to my doubts… she was forcing her way out of my mind spell? Why would she? I’m just helping them, their daily work is a hundred percent more easily because of me.

No, scratch that. How is she even able to fight against my magic? I glanced at her inquisitively, trying to figure out how she was resisting my spell, she is just a mere mare… oh…

Her Cutiemark, a pair of diapers with shining stars surrounding them.

It must be a special ability of her… a mark with stars usually means that the pony will have an affinity or skill related to magic.

I took a couple of heavy breaths to calm myself at the new situation, the sudden idea of knock her unconscious snapping in my head. I shook the idea out of my head and breathed again.

“This is… Wrong,” she managed to say before stepping forward.

I glared at her, “Do you think? Are you sure what ‘am doing is wrong?” I challenged her, “fine.”

I dispelled my illusion spell. Not a mere second passed swiftly before the cries and yells of the other foals started to echo inside the building. The grown mares winced at the screeching sound of the babies yelling in faux agony.

“Are y’all sure you don’t want me casting that spell again?” I said confidently. I could bet that my tone and expression was as smug as the one of aunt Rainbow dash after a successful stunt.

What I received as an answer, whatsoever, made my confident smile frown…

“I can’t even think of how many months grounded you will be, little miss,” she replied with wrath staining her features and a solid vein pumping in her forehead.

Oh boy, you don’t know how angry I was at that moment. I imagined all the possible ways to hurt her. A single thought was all that I needed to teleport them miles away from Equestria. It made me felt bad… angry… how come I have to learn and live around this weaklings? I should be the one protecting them! I- I…

“I should be learning with you two until I grow up!” I yelled at my aunt Twilight. She was infuriated, and so was my uncle, Spike.

“Do you have any idea of what you just did?”

“Of course I did, I have been doing this for an entire month,” I stated back to her. “Those foals wer-”

“They were trying to found a way to be happy in their own way,” Spike interjected, “you just lied to them, now they have an entire month filled with lies to bear. Do you have any idea of how much damage you made? Every time the class and your spell ended, all the things they learned became useless: nothing but a vivid and forgeable dream… ugh, I can’t even- I need to have some air…”

Spike stomped his way out of the room, “Friendship lesson time, Twi’,” he exclaimed irritated in his way out.

… Twilight glared at me, her eyes heavier than the ones of any other creature… she was the only creature that with no doubt will outstand me both in power and intelligence in the future. Unfortunately, the amount of respect I hold for her was now becoming fear creeping through my bones.

“I know you had your motives, Flurry” She breathed, “but life depends on chaos and harmony, and what you were doing was forcing harmony into them, making them unable to grow and develop as the ponies they will one day be… I must add.”

What followed to those words was a series, correction; a full four hour-long lecture about the balance of goodness and evil in this world and how history has taught us ponies what happens when we mess up with it.

In true honesty, I quite appreciated the knowledge. It made me reconsider what I really needed to do to make the life of my future subjects better.

The first subject was about the days post the great union between the pony races: how in reality the union was a lot harder to achieve than the foal tale says. There was indeed a magical moment from which the wendigos got repelled back to the corners of the world. But it took more than three ponies to make that peace last.

Two hundred years was what it took to the three races to finally come to love each other as equals. And even then there was the last problem: the fear of being attacked by the winter monsters again at the mere glimpse of a fight.

She told me about a unicorn who—fearing that her ponies would start someday a fight big enough to make the monster return—enchanted the mind of her entire village. Forcing love with illusions and trickery.

Can you imagine it? A whole city, living a lie, a happy and safe lie, yet an unfulfilling one at the end. At least what I was doing was against little foals, not grown up adults with desires and goals. Those babies will be free of me and will get back to the harsh world at some point, but those ponies from the past? They were stolen from his life. It will be true to say they were dead at that point.

The second subject was about Discord and his days as the ruler of Equestria. Will you believe it somepony goes and tells you that Discord wanted the best for us? In his own way, he wanted to make of equestrian a utopia. No one could die, there was no reason to worry because nothing could last long enough to have a meaning,

That is the point, a meaning is something that I cannot just ignore it, ponies need a meaning in life, being happy is just not enough, being safe neither, they need to overcome challenges to achieve this meaning they put onto themselves.

That was what I thought while Twilight resumed the disaster that was Discord reign. At least until she told me something I didn’t know, his plan had worked for some ponies. There were, in fact, ponies who defended Discord and his way of thinking. According to my aunt, the real reason behind all those years of conflict between the princesses and the lord of chaos was because of those ponies who were by his side.

The last example happened some years ago, Starlight’s village. Another example of how complex was what I needed to do. She had a perfect village, everyone had the same meaning, everyone felt the same; just like in discord case, it seemed like there could be nothing the village would need. In the end, Discord and Starlight had the same problem but different things can be learned from their experiences. From Discord, I understand that ponies needed a meaning. And from Starlight, I learned the importance in uniqueness.

Maybe I’m targeting the wrong issue, the problem is nor the ponies neither the way they live by… or at least that’s what it seems.

I thought before thanking my aunt for her words and knowledge properly. I apologized for my recklessness and asked for her advice. I needed to understand my future subjects so those past mistakes won’t happen again.

“Then you should start treating them as subjects, but as equal,” My uncle said from the other side of the door before opening it, a silver plate with snacks at claw. He deposited the meal at the table which separated me and Twilight before addressing to her.

“Twilight, it may be a good idea to send her to…” he pointed to himself and looked at her for a couple seconds. It didn’t make sense at first. Then Twilight’s eyes started to snap open and it even made less sense everything happening around them.

“What?! Spike she is just a little filly!” She reclaimed, “Have you any idea of…”

“Twilight…” he deadpanned—a thing that combined with his cute face got a couple of chuckles out of me. He ignored me and continued, “I went through that hell, remember?”

Finally, the curiosity got the better of me and I couldn’t help but ask what they were talking about. They explained that originally, Spike was meant to be Celestia’s assistant, and for that to happen he had to surpass a series of challenges first. He earned the job, but, there was no one better for my aunt to take care of her while she studied friendship out of her hometown, so the princess decided. Fortunately Ink Raven has remained strong and quite accustomed at the job to keep working as Celestia’s left hoof.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” Twilight explained, “I don’t care what she can learn out of it. I read your reports and essays.”

“You did what?!” Spike exclaimed, quite mad by the looks of his teeth and clutched claws.

“Well, I was hesitant at first, you appeared back into my life and I wanted to know more about you and what happened on all the years we were separated,” Twilight defended. ”I didn’t read anything personal,” she added quickly, “just the objectives of each job.”

Spike breathed deeply and asked forgiveness for his outburst, explaining that there were some personal things on those reports that only Celestia should know. Twilight answered him with a sudden hug which quite frankly didn’t surprise me. Those two hug themselves more than my parents. My uncle was soon smiling again and looking at me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be with her until we both know if she can handle it herself,” Spike proposed before lifting me up to the back of his head, I helped him a little of course, his arms are too short for that job. “It may be a hunch, but I think, our little flurry is not going to learn much about ponies and life in the kindergarten… she reminds me of some little drake who knew too much for his age.”

My aunt hummed for a second, then hummed some more, this time her eyebrows denoting the high amount of thoughts inside that big head of hers.

Spike sighed deeply, action who he followed with a tight grip around my body, “If anything happens I will take the responsibility,” he shouted before running out to the castle’s door. Twilight said something but I honestly couldn’t understand what it was.

Since she didn’t teleport her way out to stop us, I concluded that she accepted my uncle’s idea. I looked back at the castle while Spike kept running. Feeling that maybe I was forgetting something, or maybe I was just anxious. However, Spike interrupted my thoughts before I could understand myself.

“Hey, Flurry, do you think we can have a heart to heart once we get to the train?”

Author's Note

Still working on handling my time between my job, house, work on the church, and little sister.