The Legend of Delta

A quill streaked along a piece of parchment with a purple shimmer engulfing it. The purple mare taking notes in addition to what she had observed the first night. Her thirst for knowledge without end, and she had wanted to know all there was about our protagonist, and she was very determined to find out.

On the parchment there already was written the details of the figure, how the magic looked when cast, how it flowed more like fire the the standard glow. soon new information was added. She took note of where his house was, what his disguise looked like, and all other information she had gathered.

She skipped a line then wrote in the center about what her next move was. She looked deep in thought about how to confront him. The mare finally came to a conclusion on what to do, when a knock came from the door, "Spiiike can you answer the door," she looked down to the paper, and forgot her plan.

Now to go a few blocks across the quaint village to the home office of our protagonist, who was about to finish the legal documents that transferred the power in several key companies that existed in Equestria and other nations. He owned 60% of the most successful eyeglass corporation, since he himself invented them years ago for a friend with poor eyesight. he also owned 57% of a fairly successful telescope company, considering he used his lenses from the previous invention to look farther than one could normally see. Along with large percentages of other companies.

He never really had to work as the money from merely owning the stock paid him plenty to survive off of, even thrive. He signed the last letter and went off to send them.

He soon realized he had a problem, he had no idea where the post office was. Although he did know where he could find an archive of vast knowledge. He began trotting down the street. With a smile on his face, he would finally get to meet the mare without her freaking out about who he really was. He knew he was going to enjoy comparing the shocked mare with the standard one.

The stroll was rather uneventful. He trotted up to the door and knocked thrice. He heard the purple mare calling upon someone to get the door, someone by the title of Spike. Soon the door was opened, He looked at the dragon, he thought it very odd, especially since dragons typically breath fire, and this is a tree, with many books all of which should be flammable.

"Hello, I don't remember seeing you before."

"You wouldn't this is my first day living in Ponyville, and I needed some directions."

The dragon beckoned him in, the purple unicorn still pondering about what her plan was say something in the corner of her eye. She turned to see that whatever her plan to confront him was now pointless and set down her quill. She ran up to him as quickly as she could and went right up to his face.

He thought this peculiar, maybe her actions last night where not that off, "Anything wrong? Miss uh?"

"Now I don't have to find you, excellent," she declared clapping her hooves together.

"Why do you give tours to ponies who are knew here?" he made an attempt at mock eagerness.

"I know you are Delta, though I must say," she began circling our protagonist, "That disguise is excellent."

"I know not who you are referring to."

"Yes you do, I have never seen magic that behaves like yours."

He grimaced ever so slightly at this, the one thing he could never disguise was his magic, it was his soul, and his soul could never be truly changed. "Fine, so thou hast found me out. What of it?"

"I want to know everything," she levitated out a quill and a notepad.

"First I must ask something of you, before I will answer any of thine questions."

"What would that be?"

"That you will say nothing of what we will speak of."

The mare thought it over, it was difficult to not share knowledge. Though she also realized not having the knowledge would be even more painful for the lavender mare, "Agreed," she said reluctantly.

"Good, what do you wish to know?" He asked, skeptical of the long term(for his stay here anyway) effects.

The mare thought this over, there where so many places to start, She decided to go chronologically, "Where did your travels begin," she held the notebook ready to take all the notes she possibly could.

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Now we take the flashback, our protagonist is young very young. He was among friends, in adolescence. They, like him, where all changelings, though he did not tell twilight the name of the species only that the children where of the same species as him. They had recently found out he was immortal. They didn't care, they just played as if everything was normal. They had not a care in the world playing simple games with the pebbles and sticks they could find.

They had not a care, but after a point our protagonist stopped aging, as fast and became bigger than the rest. They noticed his power growing steadily, beyond what they could hope for. They still remained good friends, never faltering. They lived long lives at least for a changeling. Though nothing can last forever, or at least very few things.

They died off one by one, and he lost a piece of himself each time. The memories are so blurred from this details are almost non existent. Similar to remembering something from near infancy.

That is when he bought a lantern and began wandering the world, never staying long enough for his friends to die. Afraid of facing that again. He only once stopped running. Though that will be for another time as we get back to our protagonist as he tells of his childhood to the the mare studiously taking notes.

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". . . Then he died, and I just left, after that I never stayed long enough to watch friends die. Though there where the occasional unforeseen circumstances," he sighed after that last sentiment, and ceased his speach.

"Go on," said Twilight as fresh ink dipped from the quill back into the well before the pen returned to the paper.

"I think that will be enough for today, I still need a map, or at least directions to the local post office."