The Magicless Adventures of Anon

It’s your first night in your new home. You honestly don’t know if you are having trouble sleeping because of the sound of wind, the fact that it was slightly cooler than the Tree-Castle, or if you were too busy contemplating what happens next. Still, you have tomorrow off, so there is little you have to worry about immediately. After an hour or two of staring at the ceiling, you finally go to sleep.

You are sitting in a large fluffy cloud, Discord is serving you jellybean cocktails in a butler’s outfit, Rain-bro is showing off her new flying backwards loop trick, and P-Pop is waving at a TV camera that is only focused on her.

Out of your periphery you note a black shadow trying to sneak from cloud to cloud away from you. You, being the great and powerful protector of this land will not let it get away and cause issues. You clap your hands and summon your trusty sniper rifle, take aim, and shoot when you see the red of Its eyes. “Boom, head shot!” You declare, everyone claps.

You are Princess Luna, and you are exhausted. Every night for the last month, you have been fighting off nightmares more hideous and unusual than you had ever seen before. Stranger still, they all seemed to be running from something, and most were already gravely injured or malnourished.

Tonight, you have finally found the source… A blank wall. You have never, in all your years, seen a blank wall in the dream realm. There is always a door. Even small animals have at least curtain or leaf doors. Yet despite all that, here was a blank wall. The nightmares would faze through the blank wall and start fleeing as soon as they could.

To be safe, you had put up several charms and defensive spells that locked the nightmares in the area of the wall. You even added an auto nightmare destroying function to the area. These were some powerful spells that took a lot of magic to maintain. You could not keep this up forever. You decided to find the source, calm their mind, and try and stop the flow of nightmares.

You tried to enter, but your normal magic did not work as it was a wall and there was no door to open. You make several attempts at poking at the wall, looking for a way through. It was solid as stone or metal, no holes to squeeze through. You closed your eyes and probed with your magic. Nothing… You keep your eyes closed and try to listen, to smell, to sense anything… several minutes pass like this. You hear several nightmares appear through the wall and get vanquished by your magic, you ignore them and focus, feel.

Suddenly, a faint something is noticed. Not anything physical, not a sent, of a touch, but a feeling. Fear! You don’t know the source, but it is coming from behind that wall. A small tinge of fear is escaping through the wall. Keeping your eyes closed, you take a step forward, following the fear like a thread in the dark. Each step makes the feeling stronger if you follow it, yet one step out of line leaves you with nothing. It is like walking a minuscule tightrope in a pitch-black cave with no supports. One wrong move too far and you would never find the string again. So, you move slowly, guided by instinct and millennia of experience you make your way slowly forward.

Every so often a nightmare passes you by, but it ignores you and moves away from the source. You can feel their fear and sometimes, even pity, when they notice you. None seem interested in taking the time to stop, only flea.

After what seems like a decade, you feel new emotions in the mix. Following this, you arrive in a dream? You think it is a dream, yet you are not certain. It feels very foreign to you. You see a large nightmare made of shadows moving from cloud to cloud towards your location, likely to attempt an escape. You ready your magic to defend yourself with a shield spell if it attacks in desperation while fleeing.

However, there was no need it seems. As the nightmare’s head explodes before making it to the next cloud! Chunks of the nightmare are sent flying and some land next to you. As you avoid the frightfully accurate and bloody aftermath of the now decimated nightmare, you hear clapping.

You look to the source and see Discord, Rainbow Dash, Pinky Pie, a-and Anon! The others are clapping for Anon! He is holding up a metal cylinder made into an odd shaped handle and sitting on a large fluffy cloud. You fly over to him. You had to be certain.

You had seen several versions of Anon in dreams as of late. The most disturbing of which was Apple Jack’s. he was in coveralls, had a hat like hers, yet he had her brother’s body. It was like Anon’s upper body had been fused onto where her brother’s neck should be. Worse yet, she was pregnant with his foals. Just Thinking about it creeped you out a little, despite yourself and your years of seeing many abnormal things. You had to make certain that this was the real Anon!