The Return

Jason looked over the world he was creating. It seemed to be coming together so perfectly, like many before it. to Jason, there is no better feeling than the joy of creation and the net positive of life... in most cases, anyway. Like many of the worlds before it, he planned to live out a few lives here and there, at different places and different times to stay in touch with those he created. It is an important skill that most ascended overlook, but it is important to never forget your roots, and that these creations can all become just like you. Speaking of, there was just one thing left Jason to do. That was, of course, making a species capable of rising up to the required level of intelligence to form society. The species he was creating resembled something of an anthropomorphic creature that possessed certain physical attributes that resembled a bunny. Jason gazed upon the completed world as everything was set into early motion, resisting the urge to look forward to the most likely outcomes that would branch off into different timelines. He decided it would be better to let the world run for a few centuries and then place predictions before having a proper look. After taking one final glance at his work, he decided to pop into his pocket dimension to get some sleep, not that he technically needed any, but you know, one might go insane without some. The room itself was nothing special, a 16' by 12' room with a high ceiling that had his gaming setup, a bed, a fridge, and a closet. He hopped into bed and slipped under the covers of his bed and drifted off into the world of dreams and memories.

Memory

A young Matthew was stumbling over his hooves, falling flat. He was young, about four at the time, and unfit for adapting to a new body. What were they called again? alicorn? yeah, he would still have to get used to his alicorn body. Physically, this vessel, which adapted to what he thought would look best, had a light teal coat, lime green mane and tail, and his signature deep brown eyes, a horn on his head and wings on his back. This world was forged recently, forged by a woman by the name of Lauren Faust. She had created a world of true beauty and opened it as a summer camp to the curious youth that wished to peruse world creation. Any who crossed over became an alicorn for the duration of their stay in this pony world, just to blend in somewhat with the native population. A daring concept to toil with, but a concept that was interesting to many, and was so cool to little four-year-old Matthew. Soon enough, he would figure out how to use this body, be taught magic, and even how to fly! but above all, he would ascend to a level of power that very few dream of, and most who do, will never achieve, becoming an ascended, the goal in mind for Matt? To become a world builder, of course.

The dream cut to another memory, Matthew was doing it, he was flying. He felt the gentle breeze on his face and his mane blowing in the wind. There was a happy smile on his face as he soared through the skies. He recalled that he could lay on clouds, he always wanted to do that. Matthew found a fluffy little cloud, snuggled up on it, and went to sleep.

the dream cut again, now, Matthew was now levitating small objects in the air as he practiced magic. The mere action filled him with joy, causing him to giggle. He truly was a happy child. Other spells were practiced, such as healing, Bubble shield I, Bubble Shield II, and a few defensive spells. Matthew was told it would be helpful if he ever got hurt, now or down the line. This was told to everyone who learned the spell, but it still made Matt feel special.

Reality

He woke rather quickly from that. How could he forget the very world that had set him upon his path? Lauren's Equestria, THE Equestria, a world that had been used as a training ground for many new ascendeds like himself. "That was my first month or so in Equestria..." he said to himself, "It seems so long ago... I wonder... How has that world been holding up? Has anyone checked on it? Maybe... I should..."

Jason got up from his bed, stretched his legs, grabbed his pendant and old notebook, raised a hand, and warped to the coordinates of the world he once held so dear, in hopes that something was still left standing.