Chapters The return of the Changlings
Chapter 1
“Don’t call me that.” John demanded. “Mah name is John.”
Lightning crashed against the land across Equestria and thunder boomed and shook the very foundations of Canterlot. Rain pounded heavily against the golden tiles making up the city of the sun goddess. Not even a storm such as this could dim the ever so magnificent glory that stood against the earth shaking storm. John sat upright instantly at one of the nearer lightning strikes. Whether it was the lightning that woke him up or the dream, he really didn’t know, or care at moment. All he knew is that almost every night he would have one; a dream from his hellish past. Even on occasion a dream before the cataclysm, with him and Elizabeth sitting around a fire with their families all laughing and sharing stories. Amazing how, what he thought would never end, ended almost instantaneously.
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There was a rapping at the door. John didn’t hear it at first, but eventually that soft rap turned into a pounding that shook dust loose from the ceiling. John bounced up out of bed and hurriedly put on his clothes. Usually in story book, someone in a castle wouldn’t wear jeans or black turtlenecks. That’s why he felt like he was from the future. The pounding began again, this time threatening to knock down the door.
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There was much food lined up on along the table. Too much for two alicorns and a human. Why was all this food here, and what was keeping Celestia and Luna. It wasn't like them to keep him waiting this long. It had been hours since his meeting with Celestia, and he was starving. God only knew what she would say if he started eating before they arrived. And that brought back the painful realization that, he was trapped here. Held against his will. He could escape at any time, but Celestia would just send her guards out to get him and really lock him up. John head thumped to the table, causing his plate and some of the food to vibrate. What was he going to do? He almost wished he could go back to his planet. Almost.
2: Problems Follow
“Celestia?” John shouted as he burst through the throne room doors. They cracked and splintered as they slammed against the stone wall, also cracking them upon impact. He strode into the room, fists clenched into tight balls, but he stopped. There were blood streaks all over the tile floor, however, whatever it happened to be spelling he could read from his angle.
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“What do ya thinks takin’ him so long?” asked AJ as she pace back and forth, her shacks rustling as she did. All her other friends were seated at the dining table, staring down at their food, each deep in thought. Even Pinkie Pie seemed to be mellower as well. Obviously the situation had gotten to everyone. Eventually Rarity returned to reality, and answered her.
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Applejack came up to the large double doors leading to the throne room. They stood menacingly high, almost evil like, but that was probably because of what she thought lay on the other side. A torn up room with either John, or Celestia in pieces on the ground. Before she had met John she had never had thoughts like that. In fact, she had never known about death until he killed the manticore with his 'gun'. She shuddered at the thought, but she had to go in if she were to see what really had happened. He hoped both of them were still alive. Before opening the massive doors, they were slightly ajar and where shattered all the way up to the top, though they still held together well enough. Taking a deep shaky breath, she pushed the doors open. They swung slowly until the tapped the walls that were cracked too, then fell of their hinges and clattered to the ground. She looked at them in shock, she hadn't expected that to happen. She slowly tore her eyes from the doors, afraid of what she might see, but what she saw nearly made her pass out. There was blood all over the floor, streaks of it and puddles here and there. Whose blood was it? Celestia... John? Her eyes darted wildly around the room, looking for John or Celestia, she found none. Wait! Her gaze drifted over the thrones, and behind Celestia's larger one was a shoulder, a human shoulder. AJ gasped, he wasn't moving.
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Celestia driffted slowly through who chamber doors. Making no sound as she floated in the air, and following close behind was John, who stared at the stone floor, deep in thought. He was pulled out of thought when he bumped into the footboard of Celestia's large round bed. He appeared quite startle, surprised that he was in the royal chambers of the alicorn goddess. His gaze moved to the hovering form of the sun goddess. He cocked his head slightly and sighed. Her breathing was shallow, which showed she was still sound asleep. He rounded the bed and carefully set her down, levitating the covers out of the way as he did so. He looked at her face, her features still bearing sadness and pain for the loss of her sister, even after she had gotten her back. He'd heard the stories of Nightmare Moon. But there was also still more untold.
Chapter 3: Where Am I?
AJ and her other friends galloped down the castle halls. They had bundles of camping supplies on their backs, and they bounced as they ran. However, Fluttershy didn't carry anything, she just followed behind, struggling to keep up.
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"What happened?" John groaned. He was lying in down on something cold and hard. How did he get here? Why couldn't he see anything? He reached up and felt his face and gasped. Where was his mask? Why didn't he have his gear on? He began to panic, but soon realized that he could still breath just fine. His breaths slowed down, and he slowly got to his feet. After getting up he began to feel in his pockets for his flashlight, but couldn't find it anywhere.
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"Don't call me that." John demanded. "Mah name is John."
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"Ahhh!" John screamed. He hopped to his feet, his clothes were still on and he was covered in sweat. He raked his hands through his hair, pushing it back into place. He looked around, desperate for his weapons. Anything to give him comfort. But then he realized he wasn't where he should have been. He was in some sort of chamber. He squatted down, keeping low in case anything came in through the door or the balcony window. He began recalling event before he passed out. What had caused him to do that. And what question remained. Who were those ponies and how did they know him?