The Last Mage

**The Last Mage

Chapter 5: Tales of The Doctor and Meeting Royalty**

POV switch, narrative by The Author. “Hello, I'm The Author. Think of me as the multiverse's version of The Doctor.”

When Twilight and Istar finally arrived back at the library, they found the rest of the girls waiting for them. Apparently while they had been at Whittler's the other five mares had decided to have a sleepover at Twilight's to get to know their new resident human better.

“A sleepover? I'm fine with the idea, but it is Twilight's library. It's her call.” said Istar.

“I'm fine with it. I've always wanted to have a slumber party!” squealed said purple unicorn.

“Well then, let's all get inside. And Twilight, hard as it is to believe, books aren't always right. Especially about things that differ depending on who you are or who you're doing something with.” said Istar in as wise a voice as he could muster. It was actually a pretty good imitation of Gandalf the Grey. Twilight's eyes went wide at his words, but she didn't say anything.

“Now, I'm guessing that everypony in town is currently in the library waiting to spring a surprise party on us courtesy of Pinkie Pie?” he continued. Once again, shocked mares stood before him.

“How did y'all know that?” asked Applejack.

“Yeah, are you a-” he cut off Rainbow with a raised hand.

“The same way I pulled Pinkie's Party Cannon out from behind her ear. And no, I am not a spy.” he said.

“If you're not a spy, then what are you?” asked Rainbow in a heated tone.

“Why, I'm a Wizard of course! What did you think 'Istar' meant? It's not just my name, it's my title!” he replied in a rather happy tone, almost as though he enjoyed explaining this to them.

“You're a wizard? But how do you use magic without a horn?” asked Rarity.

“Did you think that my staff was just a fancy walking stick?” he grinned. “Now, onwards to party and cake! I hope it's not a lie...” Pinkie, being the fourth wall breaking rascal that she is, got the reference and replied.

“Don't worry! There's no way that I would be mean like that giant computer thingy! She was a meanie mean pants! Lieing about cake! Whywouldsomeonelieaboutsomethingasamazingascake!?!? shrilled the pink pony.

“I have no idea why someone would lie about something as amazing as cake Pinkie.” replied Istar.

“Wait, you actually understood that?” asked Rainbow.

“What do you not get about being a Wizard? Pinkie is actually pretty easy to understand when compared to some of the things I've had to talk to before.”

They finally walked into the tree library, and were met with a massive roar of “SURPRISE!!”. The mares – except Pinkie – jumped at the noise, but Istar had remembered what was waiting within. He smiled along with Pinkie, and as one, they yelled;

“LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!”

After the party, in which Istar had been introduced to Spike for the first time, and had tried one of Pinkie's famous cupcakes. It was like eating a bag of sugar condensed down into the size of a... well... a cupcake. The party finally ended just as the sun was setting. The girls, Spike, and Istar cleaned up the party mess and then began to set up the slumber party. Istar decided to take the floor, the spare bed and the bed from the guest room – which he would be occupying starting the next day – were moved into Twilight's loft area and each of the girls went two to a bed. Istar actually had to argue with them to let him sleep on the floor. It was growing late, so they only had time for one large activity, or a few small ones.

“I know, let's tell stories!” suggested Pinkie.

“Good idea sugarcube.” replied AJ.

“Who wants to go?” asked Twilight.

“I'll go.” said Istar as he pulled out his Light Pipe. All of the girls except Twilight and Pinkie looked a bit disappointed when he pulled it out.

“Oh dear, you smoke?” asked Rarity, looking appalled.

“Of course not. This is a Light Pipe. A magical pipe used to tell stories.” To prove his point, Istar placed it in the corner of his mouth and it began to produce it's light-smoke.

“Oh....” was the collective reply of most of the mares.

“Now, I shall tell you a story of a being both feared and loved throughout the universe. This being has many names, and many faces. He is known as the Oncoming Storm, the Lonely God, and the madman in a box. This is the story, of The Doctor.”

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“And so, The Doctor, with no other choice remaining, sealed the entire planet in a quantum lock. Effectively trapping the Time Lords in a fold of time itself, neither alive nor dead, existing or not existing.” Istar concluded. His story had held the attention of all of them, even Spike had stayed awake, and Pinkie had also been transfixed by the tale.

“Woah... that Doctor guy sounds awesome!” said Rainbow.

“I wouldn' wanna get on his bad side.” responded Applejack.

“Well girls, it's time for bed. I'll tell you all another story at a later date.” with that, he pulled one large breath through the pipe, pulling the color puppets out of the air and into the bowl. He pulled it away and blew a ring of multicolored lights that soon dissipated.

“Goodnight girls.”

“Goodnight.” was the collective reply.

About an hour later, Istar was still awake. He just couldn't sleep, so he decided to go out for some air. He took the door out to Twilight's star gazing deck and sat down, simply looking into the light-specked void of space. Then, for no apparent reason, he began to sing.

“Gil-galad was an Elven-king.

Of him the harpers sadly sing:

the last whose realm was fair and free

between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,

His shining helm afar was seen;

the countless stars of heaven's field

were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,

and where he dwelleth none can say;

for into darkness fell his star

in Mordor where the shadows are.”

As he had sang, the ponies in the town heard, and the voice that sounded as though it came from an ancient, yet kind, being reached them, and soon the fell into the bliss of sleep. The sound of his voice banished nightmares from the minds of young foals and those that tossed and turned in the night, soon grew still in contentment.

Suddenly, he heard the slight sound of wings flapping nearby. He turned, and there, silhouetted against the full moon, was none other than Princess Luna herself. She began to descend to the observation deck even as he watched.

POV Change. Istar narrative.

“Hello Princess Luna.” I said to the nearly landed alicorn.

“Greetings. What manner of creature art thou?” she asked, still using Old Equestrian.

“I am of the species human, by title I am Wizard, and by name I am Istar Stormcrow.” I answered her.

“Was it thou that was singing so beautifully?” she inquired.

“Indeed it was your majesty. I could not sleep so I came to look at your night sky. A wonderful job by the way.” I replied.

“We thank thee Istar Stormcrow.” she said.

“Please, just Istar. And that particular dialect of Equestrian is no longer used. Nor is the Royal Canterlot Voice, or the royal 'We' for that matter.” I told her.

“Very well Istar. You may call us Luna. And how didst thou know that we yet use the Royal Canterlot Voice? We have not used it this night.” she asked.

“Back in my old world I had a means by which to divine the future to a degree. I saw the events that may transpire on Nightmare Night. I would simply give you a head start on learning the new way of speaking. It did not turn out well when you arrived and everypony believed that you were shouting at them.” I told her. This oddly enough elicited a blush from her.

“You are wise, though you are clearly young. Pray tell us mortal, how didst thou come by such wisdom?” she asked.

“I am wise when I must be, as is my duty as a Wizard, my kind have always advised royalty. And mortal? Who ever said that I was mortal?” I asked, a mischievous glint in my eye.

“What dost thou mean? Thou art not an alicorn. Surely thou art mortal.” she said.

“Nay, for though I was not born of the Maiar, that which the Istari first were, I am a Wizard, and thereby I possess their immortality. I may be slain, though I cannot fall to disease nor time.” I answered her.

“Thou art like we alicorns... Oh happy day! We hast found another with which we may be friends!” said Luna, nearly slipping into the RCV. “Of course... Unless thou dost not want to be our friend... so many hate us after we became Nightmare Moon... we understand if thou wouldst rather not be affiliated with us...” she said sadly.

“Luna! Of course I want to be your friend. And what happened in the past is a part of the past. Let it stay that way and turn your eyes to the future, for there we may find that anything can come to be.” I told her.

“Y-yes. You are right.” she sniffled a bit. Had she actually stopped with the whole Old Equestrian thing? And she was about to cry. Cannot... resist... must... hug!

“Eep!” she squealed as I hugged her. She flailed around for a few moments before realizing that it was a hug. Once she did she returned it gladly. We spent the rest of the night talking to each other before bidding each other goodbye for now.

“You must come visit in Canterlot!” said Luna.

“I plan on it. Unfortunately there is a rather annoying showmare that will be arriving in a few days and I intend to teach her some respect before she leaves.” I told her as I waved. Well, that was a night well spent.

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Note: I won't be able to get anymore chapters out for a while due to the god-forsaken shit hole that they dare call an institution of learning that I have to go to. (It's High School.) so until Christmas time don't expect any steady updating. sorry but life=bullshit.