The Third Choice

The Third Choice

Chapter 6: The Mystery of the Hat Revealed

By UltimaReborn

“Why hello there darling!” said Rarity as she entered the library, while I held the door for her.

“Hello Rarity.” I said smiling at her. “Twilight is in the main room.” I told her.

“Thank you dear.” she responded, smiling back.

We both entered the main room, just as Spike was coming down the stairs. He had apparently woken up in the night and dragged himself into his basket.

“Morning Twi.” said Spike, followed by a yawn.

“Hello there Spike.” Said Rarity.

“H-hi Rarity, how are-” he began then noticed me. “Monster! I'll protect you!” he yelled, running down and preparing to breath fire at me.

“That which I seek is the Edgeless Sword. I Invoke:

Shield of Lights!”

I cast the spell, conjuring a magic shield right before the biggest torrent of flame I'd ever seen from the young dragon, washed over me.

“SPIKE!” both Twilight and Rarity yelled at the same time.

“No need to thank me!” He said, puffing out his chest in pride, believing he had protected them, and not seeing me standing in the resulting smoke.

“Spike what have you done!?” yelled Twilight, running over.

“Saved you!” responded Spike, now perplexed at how angry they were.

“You ever hear the expression 'Ask questions first, incinerate people later'? I responded as the smoke cleared. Spike went wide eyed as Rarity and Twilight sighed in relief.

“What? It takes more than dragon fire to put me down.” I said with a grin.

“We're just glad you're all right.” said Twilight.

“Indeed we are.” chimed Rarity.

“Now, let me introduce myself. Spike, I'm Anima, a guest here at the library. I'll also be helping you with your chores in the day.” I said to the still frightened baby dragon. “And before either of you yell at him, don't. It wasn't his fault. He saw me walk in and assumed I was hostile. Quite a good response too. Assuming things gets you killed.”

“Wait... that's the same thing that Doctor Whooves says.”said Twilight, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, so the Doctor is in Ponyville? I'll have to pay him a visit some time.” I chuckled at the joke they obviously didn't get. Knowledge from beyond the fourth wall had it's perks.

“Uh... Okay?” said Twilight, now a bit confused.

“Well I had best be going, I left Sweetie Belle alone at the Boutique.” said Rarity.

“Bye Rarity.” said Twilight.

“I tip my hat to you.” I said, as I did just that. At the mention of my hat, Twilight's eyes got bigger, almost as though she had forgotten something important and only now remembered it.

“That's right!” She yelled once Rarity was gone. “You never answered my question about your hat!” She shrieked.

“Oh I guess I never did didn't I?” I responded.

“Tell me now!” she said.

“Okay, but first I think we should put Spike in his basket. I think that we may have broke him.” I said, pointing to the still wide eyed dragon. I squatted down and poked him in the forehead. He just stood there. “Yep, we broke him.” I affirmed. Twilight levitated Spike up the stairs, then came rushing back down as silently as is possible for a pony to run quietly.

“Okay. Now answer my question about that hat of yours.” she said. “Whats so special about it? How did it cut through Nightmare Moon's shield and then knock her unconscious? What kind of hat could do something like that? Is it even really a hat?” she said, speaking almost as fast as Pinkie Pie.

“Slow down. Now it's all quite simple. I told you that I got the hat that I always wanted right?” She nodded in confirmation. “Well the hat that I wanted was the first hat. The first one to ever exist. Essentially the God of Hats. The ultimate piece of headgear. Literally divine article of clothing.” I answered her.

“So that is the god of hats?” She asked. I nodded. “Is there a god for everything?” she asked, more than a trace of sarcasm in her voice.

“Well last time I checked the only position left was for the God of Biscuit's. Why? You wanna try for the position?” I asked her.

“You've got to be joking.” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Only half. There really is an opening for God of Biscuits.” I answered.