Author's Note

I hate it when a Character in any fictitious story, movie, or series does anything stupid for no good reason.

I think most can agree on that.

That is why I hate children in many stories because they are a easy way to justify stupidity.

But then I realised something, I did the same thing.

It´s too late for me to change it, so I´m trying my best to justify the childish stupidity.

Chapter 7

Winter is beautiful. I love winter. Of course, only if you’re not outside, where it is cold, wet and dirty. I love winter as long as I can stay inside

It is also good to be small. But only in this specific cases. Staying on Ideals back were I´m all comfy, for example. She has to be strong, carrying me all day. This is probably this “earth pony strength”.

Anyways, I slept, talked, and cried a little during our little journey. “Little” of course being a rather subjective term.

I don´t have any big plans for my life. I want to chill. When this is all done, I really wish I could just lay in a comfy bed, drink some hot chocolate milk, and read a nice book, having no worries in the world.

Wait, I can´t read.

I should put learning to read and write on my priority list.

So I was under a cloak that was getting a little too warm for comfort and someone started to talk, culminating into me waking up “, are we there, yet?”

“Yes,” with that, I jumped of her back. And took in my surroundings of a very ordinary bar and two abt ponies, they have to be “,are you thestrals?” I ask simply. And truth be told, they looked rather cute. With fluffy ears and all.

“Yeah. Wait is this a joke?” he walks up to me and pulls my horn.

“Ow, hey.”

“This can´t be.” He then pulls my wing

“Stop!”

“Ideal, you can keep your money. I have changed my mind. I´m not going keep an alicorn here,” one of Thestral says. Ok just ignore me, whatever.

“I assure you, there will be no problems from the child,” Ideal pressures.

“Oh, yeah sure, a being that could move sun and moon will just go beneath the radar of the military, I´m sure.”

“I can do that?”

“No, she can´t.” says the other thestral, I frown “their power, like that of all ponies, is specialised by their cutie mark. She doesn´t have one. Only Luna and Celestia with their moon and sun marks respectively can do that.”

If I could guess I think that they are these tattoos.That sounds stupid, having something that represents you, unchanging, be tattooed on your flanks.

I also want one. I wonder what I will have.

The first thestral responds “How do you know that?”

“I have read a book on mythology.”

“It doesn´t change a thing.”

“Well, she is just a child. And they-” Dreary points over to the group of the earth ponies who keep to themselves, asking each other if it would be smarter to walk to the nearest earth pony town and why they are still following Ideal. “Clearly need some rest.”

“I don´t care. “

“And don´t forget the money.”

The thestral who didn´t even apologize for pulling my horn thinks for a while “, you make a good argument Dreary. You know what, Ideal. I have changed my mind for the third time this day, and I don´t want to change it again. As long you keep us out of any trouble. I don´t have any objections.”

“Thank you Keep,” she says diplomatically and reaches out for a hoof shake. Keep accepts.

“Now then let me show you your rooms. Well room to be more exact.”

As Ideal and the others go over the room and talk about stuff, I stopped paying attention. There are more important things that are bothering me.

“Eh, Dreary,” I think that is what they called him, I try to get his attention. I can barely differentiate between the two thestrals, Dreary is a little larger, I think. Is this racist? I don't know, it´s something I have to learn. But I think, he is older than the other one, seeing some grey streaks in his mane.

What is up with their names anyway, they all have the theme of “dark”.

I´m being racist again. Oh right, I also have to introduce myself like a normal being “, I´m Escape,” I say, as I stretch my hoof out for a hoof shake.

He looks over to me, takes on a little smile, and accepts my hoof shake, with a bit too much fervour as he shakes my whole being “, nice to meet you, Escape. I´m Dreary,” he pauses for a moment “, sorry you already said my name.”

“Could you tell me about what you read? About the Alicorns and stuff.”

“Why, don´t you know?”

With a sigh “, I´m an amnesiac. You already know more about me than I know about me.”

“That got to suck.” Oh no, I haven’t noticed, captain obvious.

I´m being mean again, in my own thoughts, he´s just trying to be sympathetic. He looks over to the direction where the group has gone to, “I think we have time. Keep is probably lecturing them over all rules of conduct.” He looks back over to me, “what do you know?”

“I know that I have wings and a horn… Oh, and griffons dislike me,” I could have just asked Ideal, but her answers are a too laconic, just like all of her answers that aren´t about politics. That mare has some problems.

And the other earth ponies are too scared to give me proper answers.

“Oh, then let me start from the beginning.

In a far of land.
There are two alicorn princesses.
One ruled over the day, the other over the night.

They were born in age of strife,
and strived for an age of peace.

Battle after battle they fought,
one step after the other they conquered.
The once detesting races pacified,
now friends in a new age.

I think I got something wrong but that explains the gist of it. The alicorns are things of myths and legends. They are speculated to be some sort of demigoddesses from Faust, to bring peace and harmony, or something like that. It was an interesting book, I would lend it to you, but I don´t have it anymore.”

“So, you’re saying I´m a demigod?”

“Nah. They are just legends. And even then, the stories give them way too much power. It´s just unrealistic, also with them being the only two examples of alicorns. I don´t want to insult you, but you probably just have an unfortunate mutation. Either your wings or horn don´t work.”

Yes, I don´t have a clue how to fly, but even then, I still have done the things I have done. I believe at least that was powerful.

Oh, that explains it. They fear me because I am an Alicorn, they think I´m some sort of demigod. Thank you Ideal, for not elaborating. It also would confirm my fears. There is no place for me in this country. There are no “alicorn villages” that I could flee to. And the griffons definitely wouldn´t something like me running around.

“No insult taken. Do you know how magic works?” I say.

“Do you I look like a unicorn to you?”

“Sorry I –“

“Just kidding. I have a unicorn friend… had a unicorn friend.” He shakes his head as if to remove a memory, his smile quickly returning again “, for unicorns there are two ways to go about it. First is the instinctual, if you want something like a have this glass over there,” he points to a pint glass on the bar counter “levitate over to you. Be it subconscious or conscious is enough to “do the magic.” Then there is the scientific way, which allows you to do much more like teleport. But good luck finding anything about that, most books about that have been burned and ponies knowledgeable about it have “disappeared”.”

That´s brutal. But if you were to hinder a whole race on progressing and successfully rebelling, that is definitely a way to do it.

I turn my attention to the glass and will it to come to me. And it does exactly that, slowly levitating towards me. It took me no effort. Inspecting it a little closer I see faint blue aura, no not blue it´s the turquoise of my mane.

Neat.

Is there a scientific explanation to it? Of course not, it is magic after all. It isn´t reducible.

But he also said something about a “scientific way”. Maybe I´m thinking wrong about magic.

“Look it wasn´t that hard, little miss.” Oh, that does it … no keep calm. How does one calm themselves again, ah, yes, breath in, breath out, breath in.

“Ugh, Escape are you okay, you …” he points at the floor in front of me. The glass isn´t there, but a little red pool of molten glass, catching fire around it, is in its place.

“Oh I´m sorry, I just wanted … no I didn´t want to – “, oh not again, it´s just a glass. I´m not going to cry over a little property damage.

I have killed living beings, why am I now crying over something so small?

Damnit I just made myself even more miserable. Dreary tries to cheer up a little “, oh don´t worry it´s just a glass. Was it because I called you a mutant?” he looks over to puddle “no unicorn could…” he visibly becomes sweaty and slowly backs away.

Another sob escapes me.

While Escape is crying over spilled glass, Dreary slowly retracts himself from the situation. As soon as he does that, he turns away and trots to Ideal. Keep is long finished with his rules.

He likes history, mythology, and all that´s past. It is a small hobby of his.

But reading and hearing about these things is one thing, just like you learn about an important battle. Just because you like this part of history doesn´t mean you want to live in it, no one wants to live through an actual battle.

It is exactly like that for him, he doesn´t want a crying alicorn near him.

The room, the earth ponies are in, only consists of one bathroom and one bedroom. The earth ponies had to sit down on the floor, but it was enough for all of them.

After going into the room of the earth ponies unannounced, they are currently conversing with each other, he immediately blurts out “WhereisIdeal?”

One of them answers “, she is in the shower. We are taking turns.”

“The alicorn is crying!”

“Don´t bother. She…” the pony turns to another pony “He?” the other pony shrugs “, cries on the regular.”

After a while I collect myself enough to stop crying. Finally.

Are these my actual feelings that I am portraying, or just my body reacting a certain way? Is there even a difference to make? Afterall, I know this wasn´t anything big … but still I…

I let out a sigh, which is more like a sob. It´s just some hormones. I´m alone in the bar. The second time I am alone since I can remember. And it´s crushing. I don´t like it. I don´t want to be left alone with my own thoughts. I´m my worst enemy.

The stillness. No actually it isn´t quiet nor calm, there are noises coming from the streets. There are no windows, so I can´t tell what exactly these sounds are.

But they are similar … to… gunshots and screams. Not an exactly calming ambiance.

No, it isn´t an ambiance someone is actually suffering. It isn´t like I can´t do anything about it. I am magical. They not only think I`m powerful. I am powerful.

But why stop there? Defeating one evil guy is good and all. It wouldn´t be enough to help just one pony. No, they would violate another one. I must cut of the head of the snake.

I only have to figure out who the big honcho is.

Yeah, I will defeat the big bad, like a super hero.