Chapters "Maid puff,"
"Yes, little master?" the maid replied with gentle warmth.
"Why can they use magic while I cannot?" the child wondered.
Maid puff gazed into her young master's eyes, her smile filled with innocence, and answered, "Because yours is dangerous"
When I entered this world, my parents were overjoyed, celebrating the arrival of their precious child. However, their joy quickly turned to concern when I unintentionally unleashed a mana of such immense power that it nearly cost a maid her life. Fearing that society might exploit me or use me as a test subject, my mother and father decided to hide me away, leading to my current situation.
Despite the seclusion, I am fortunate that my parents cared enough to arrange for a tutor. My tutor, Lumina Stardust, is a beacon of kindness. She supports and encourages me at my best, and she perseveres in teaching me even during my most challenging moments. In short, she is the best tutor one could ask for.
I asked Lumina for magic lessons, but she started with the basics. It's important to mention that Lumina graduated from Starswirl's School for Gifted Mages, and she's still learning herself.
I wore an anti-magic collar, but it didn't stop me from learning. This routine continued until I was six. And at that time I couldn't help but envy other kids my age playing outside and having fun with their friends. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I knew that the butlers and maids in the mansion acted kindly, but they were mostly motivated by their own interests, hoping for promotions or pay raises. Lumina, my tutor, was different. Even though she couldn't openly teach me everything, she found ways to share her knowledge with me, and she even brought me snacks from the outside world. She was a source of comfort in my isolated year.
My escape plan began with a determined effort to remove that wretched collar, with the goal of completing every step before the break of dawn.
The collar proved incredibly resilient to knives and sharp scissors. Nonetheless, my determination remained. I knew there was no future for me in this room, and that motivated me to focus on a brighter future. Just the previous day, I had asked Lumina to teach me how to tie knots, and now I was putting that knowledge to use, fashioning a rope from clothes, sheets, and anything I could find.
With my plan in place, it was the dead of night, a time when I could work undisturbed. I securely fastened one end of the rope to the leg of my bed, using it as an anchor. As I opened the window, revealing the empty city streets with a distant metal fence blocking my path to my dreams, I began to silently pray for a successful descent.
I succeeded in escaping, experiencing the sensation of grass under my toes for the first time. It was a strange yet incredibly satisfying feeling. Surprisingly, even with my anti-magic collar, I managed to use my magic. Perhaps it was a faulty or ineffective collar, but it allowed me to create a mana scissors in mid-air, cleanly severing the end of the rope for reuse.
With a satisfying "plomp," the rope dropped to the ground, and I swiftly retrieved it. I made a dash for the fence, my symbol of freedom. Exerting all my energy, I used my magic to levitate the end of the rope mid-air, securing it to a pole just below the sharp edge. I almost fell to my knees once I ceased using my magic, but I steadied my breathing, summoning every ounce of determination to begin my climb
I had reached the top of the fence and with caution I jumped down, aware of my frail body. When I hit the pavement, the impact left me heavily bruised, rendering me nearly limp with pain.
Suddenly, a shout from inside the mansion pierced the night "Young master is gone!" I was taken aback and hobbled away, trying to blend into the darkness. I moved through the first, second, and third streets until I found refuge in an alleyway, believing I was finally safe.
My legs felt numb, and the frigid wind sent shivers down my spine. I settled near a dumpster, hugging my legs to find warmth, my body trembling in the biting cold. My vision began to blur, and my eyelids slowly drooped, despite my efforts to keep them open. Just as my eyes were on the verge of closing shut, I heard approaching footsteps and the voices of men.
"Looks like we've got another bum here," a younger voice remarked.
"Young." a gruffer voice replied. Their voices seemed to grow fainter and fainter as my consciousness slipped away.
"ᴾᶦᶜᵏ ʰᶦᵐ ᵘᵖ, ʰᵉ ᵐᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵘˢᵉᶠᵘˡ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ."
"Wakey, wakey. It's time to get up," the foremost man declared.
"W-where are we?" one of the children dared to ask.
"You'll soon find out," the man replied, stepping back and making way for a contingent of equally well-armored soldiers. They advanced with an almost wall-like precision, compelling each child to exit their cells and follow the spokesperson.
We have no choice but to follow and after turning reveals the whole of the-
The underground complex a city like base buzzed with activity. People of various types populated the area, some wore collars around their necks, while others appeared to be ordinary mercenaries. Yet, it was the heavily armored soldiers, like the one guiding us, that truly stood out as they patrolled the premises.
"Listen, kids," the leader began, addressing our group, "mercenaries, soldiers, and hunters all find their home here. Our shared mission is to track down and secure the dimensional gates that periodically manifest throughout Equestria.
Amid the inquisitive gazes of the children, one of them couldn't help but ask, "What about those people with the collars?"
The man's expression grew as he replied, "Those are dangerous criminals, given a chance to redeem themselves by serving Equestria. If they complete their service without fail, their death sentences are commuted."
(Third Person)
Somewhere
Inside the room lay a massive circular table, encompassed by seven chairs, each occupied by a shadowy figure. The table's center was devoid of any obstructions, providing a solitary walkway where one person could stand beneath the feeble, central light source.
Whispers, barely audible, reverberated throughout the room, their origin obscured by the darkness. The air was thick with anticipation until, suddenly, a door creaked open, allowing a solitary figure to enter. With the door closing behind them, the room plunged back into its darkness.
The individual stepped forward, reaching the center of the room. They cleared their throat in an attempt to speak.
"Good eve-" but before they could continue, a stern male voice interjected.
"Get to the point," the voice demanded.
Stammering slightly, the spokesperson continued, "O-okay. A day ago, a child went missing, and the clearing operations only usually take in children who have been completely abandoned."
"And?" the voice inquired, its tone unforgiving.
"Y-your attention, please," the spokesperson urged. "We've taken a child from a prominent political figure's family. If any news leaks that the institute is linked to the child's disappearance w-" The spokesperson's words were cut off once more.
"What is the child's name?" inquired the enigmatic figure, his tone unwaveringly serious.
"A-anon Laire," the spokesperson replied, a tremor of anxiety in their voice.
The room erupted into chaos as the name "Laire" reverberated through the discussion. The sound of a forceful palm striking the table signaled the leader's presence, a stern expression on his face.
"The princess will not be made aware of this... I have already formulated a plan to alter the child's identity. All in favor?" The man sat, and one by one, green buttons illuminated as they were pressed, outnumbering those who dissented.
"Very well. Henceforth, the child's name shall be Ace Starfire. His background will be crafted by our experts, should the princess launch an investigation. I now declare this meeting concluded." With that, the man rose and exited through the door.
How long has it been since I arrived here? The days have stretched endlessly, filled with the ceaseless torment of training, relentless bullying, and what they termed as "torture," all in the pursuit of molding us into their so called hunters.
I could have chosen to remain within the confines of that crappy mansion, but here I stand, haunted by the memory of taking a life unintentionally.
I used to get a lot of attention from the trainer, which made some other kids jealous, but that's pretty normal for kids my age, I suppose. This jealousy led to them pushing me and throwing things at me. Two days later, while I was alone in the shower, I heard footsteps, and they stopped right around me. When I turned around, I saw five of my classmates. They didn't say anything, one threw a hand at my face, causing me to fall down. They insulted me and then started kicking me. That's when something strange happened. My magic suddenly burst out, and it sent everyone around me flying. Unfortunately, one of my classmates hit his head on a hard surface, and he ended up with a serious head injury until it was too late.
As a consequence, I received a warning, and my destiny shifted dramatically. I was relocated to an entirely new division of hunters, one bearing the name {SMU}, an abbreviation for {Special Magi Unit}.
Due to my exceptional abilities, I endured a relentless training, marked by sloppy meals and minimal sleep which was worse than the previous. The focus remained firmly on magic and tactical combat training, honing my expertise in dagger handling and the swift casting of instantaneous spells.
Six cruel years passed under this unrelenting regime, leading up to the ultimate test. The division was entrusted with an S-class mission, tasked with closing a Dimensional Gate concealed deep within Big Bear Mountain. The journey spanned four hours by ground vehicle, our presence concealed behind cargo, inside darkness, patiently awaiting the moment of release.
As the cargo door swung open, the abrupt movement of one of my supposedly teammates triggered something. In an instant, their head violently exploded, sending brain matter splattering across the surroundings, and leaving their lifeless body crumpled on the floor. The stark reason for this tragic demise: desertion.
A voice from within the cargo compartment chimed ominously, "That collar around your neck serves as a bomb. Engage in any act contrary to the mission, and it will activate."
We cautiously stepped out of the cargo hold, allowing the sounds of the wilderness to wash over us. The vibrant shades of green that surrounded us were a rarity, unseen during the training. The scent of the fresh air filled my nostrils, almost bringing me to tears.
However, there was no choice but to follow the SMU leader, who guided us toward the gate. The presence of the Dimensional gate casted a sense of dread over some of our hearts, but we pressed on.
And so, my first mission began.
It was long till I was surrounded by lifeless bodies, I found myself drenched in the blood of my fallen comrades. I was the sole survivor of my group. The classification of the gate had been a disastrous error, and it cost the lives of everyone in my team. My luck had allowed me to survive, but only by killing the boss monster within.
A static voice blared into my ears, urgently calling my name, "Ace!! The Gate is closing, hurry!"
As I stood and made my way toward the gate leading back to my world, I couldn't help but pause and glance back, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Exiting the gate, I found myself the sole survivor of my division. This marked a turning point in my life, as a tattoo was etched onto my arm to symbolize my accomplishments.
As the years passed, I completed countless missions, earning recognition and privilege, but also carrying a heavy burden. The weight of my responsibilities grew grew, and after another eight years.
On this mission, my squad and I had to deal with a Dimensional gate hidden in Mount Everhoof. It was a snowy wasteland with no signs of life. The gate was concealed inside a cave that looked like it was about to collapse, but we still ventured in. To our surprise, the inside of the Dimensional wasn't what we had anticipated. After defeating all the monsters within, a voice echoed from all directions, warning that only one of us could leave. We didn't take it seriously until one of my teammates tried to step out of the Dimensional Gate and was instantly turned into dust.
The atmosphere became tense, and the realization hit us that we all desired a chance at a normal life. One by one, we made our moves, and soon everyone was drawn into a desperate struggle. In the end, I was the sole survivor who managed to escape the portal alive.
Ultimately, my choice led me to the Continental, a place where I would be judged for my actions and the consequences of my decisions.
(Third Person)
After a moment of hesitation, Ace responded, "I yearned for freedom... I've been trapped in this place for fourteen long years, and I just wanted a chance at a normal life."
"In your defense, you craved a life of your choosing and were willing to go to great lengths to attain it," the man stated.
Various voices from the seats expressed their discontent, but everything fell silent when the leader raised a single hand, signifying his decision.
"Ace Starfire, by all accounts, your actions could have merited a lifetime in prison or even a death sentence. However, considering the extensive service you've rendered outweighs your missteps, I have made a decision. All in favor?" The man scanned the room, his gaze intense.
Green buttons illuminated, and the verdict was clear.
The circular marble floor under Ace's feet started to shape a magic circle. The leader spoke, "Ace Starfire, in this magic contract, you are bound not to harm innocent people, get involved with the institution, reveal its secrets, or betray Equestria. If the magic detects any violation, it will result in a fatal heart attack. Do you accept this contract?"
Ace replied, "I agree to this contract."
A green aura enveloped Ace, and after ten seconds, it disappeared.
"Ace Starfire, you are hereby retired, your leadership title revoked. You will be exiled from the institution. When you are released into the outside world, you will carry the status of an ordinary person... This meeting is now concluded." With that, the lights were extinguished.
(First Person)
The tires screeched to a sudden halt, and I found myself at my drop off point. A small city lay in the distance, but a primal instinct urged me to run for the nearest mountain and take refuge there, finally listening to no one's order.
Without a second thought, I turned and sprinted into the forest, ascending the mountain until I reached a clearing. There, I discarded my shoes and raced to the center of the clearing with a radiant smile. It was adorned with vibrant flowers and teeming with tiny insects. Without hesitation, I let out a gleeful laugh and plopped down, the softness of the flowers cradling my landing. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath feeling the grass and flowers hugging my skin, savoring the exhilarating sensation of freedom.
I made a decision, before I reintegrated into society, I needed to feel what true freedom is.
Two years drifted by, and in a remote river, a figure emerged from the waters. As he stepped onto the riverbank, his hair swung back, sending droplets of water cascading in every direction, conjuring a miniature rainbow in the morning light.
In the soft morning glow, his entire form was unveiled, and his body bore the traces of battles fought. Here and there, tiny scars marked his skin, a history to his journey and body transformation.
The individual made his way into a cave, and inside, he unlocked a metallic case, revealing a sleek black suit and a bold red necktie. Nearby, a collection of folders and documents lay in organized disarray.
Donning the suit, along with black slacks, he gently tied the red necktie. The sleeve of the suit nearly concealed the tattoo on his arm. Letting out a sigh, he closed the case, picked it up, and stepped out of the cave.
Determination etched across his face, he used his magical abilities and levitated himself into the air. Guiding himself toward the nearest street, he landed and waited, hoping to flag down a taxi or find someone willing to offer him a ride to [] [] [] [] .
Once more, a new journey began.
"Sir, you going to [] [] [] [] ?"
"No need for formalities. You can call me Ace. And yes I am heading towards-"
"ponyville"
______On to the next chapter
Author's Note
The non Canon stories is part of lore.
Chapter 1
Once upon a time, there existed a couple, Cosmos and Galaxia. Together, they embarked on a quest to establish a village in the heart of of a mountain called Canterlot. Their benevolence knew no bounds, when the people thirsted for water, they provided; when hunger struck, they offered sustenance, and when shelter was sought, they extended their own. In the eyes of the villagers, Cosmos and Galaxia were seen as divine beings, their kindness likened to that of a God.
As time flew, so did the village expand, growing into a thriving kingdom. It flourished until a rift in the fabric of reality birthed a Dimensional Gate. This portal unleashed a horde of nightmarish monsters, wreaking havoc throughout Equestria. Six heroes emerged from the shadows, their valor unmatched. Together, they defeated the monsters, but when they entered the gate to seal it shut, none returned. The Dimensional Gate shut tight, leaving them forever somewhere in another world.
The aftermath was disastrous. The damage extended to every corner of Equestria, impacting magic users, aerialists, and terrestrials . Amidst the chaos, Queen Galaxia perished while giving birth, and King Cosmos vanished into obscurity, thus starting the great depression.
Once upon a time in the magical land of equestria there were two regal sisters who ruled together and created harmony for all the land, to do this the eldest used her magical powers to raise the sun at dawn.
The youngest brought out the moon to begin the night, thus the two sisters maintained balance for their kingdom and their subjects, all the different types of humans.
But as time went on the younger sister became resentful, the human relished and played in the day her eldest sister brought forth, but shunned and slept through her beautiful night.
One fateful day the younger princess refused to lower the moon to make way for the dawn, the elder sister tried to reason with her, but the bitterness in the young one's heart had transformed her into a wicked woman of darkness, {Nightmare moon}.
She vowed that she will shroud the land in eternal night, reluctantly the elder sister harnessed the most powerful magic known to mankind the {Elements of Harmony}.
Using the elements of harmony, she defeated her younger sister and banished her permanently in the moon.
The elder sister took on responsibility for both sun and moon, and harmony has been maintained in equestria for generations since.
"The elements of harmony, why do I still lack details of it." pondered the young woman, seated near the tree by the gentle river. She had navy blue hair with stripes of pink and purple, the straight ends falling gracefully. Wearing a violet sweater vest over a shirt with a long, white sleeve and a violet necktie, she completed her ensemble with a violet skirt and black stockings, leaving no skin exposed.
*Bam!* The black luxurious door swung open.
"Spike, Spike!" called out the young woman, met with a young voice responding, "Coming, coming. Sheesh Twilight, do you have to shout my name every time you enter? And please, stop barging inside like that." From a corner emerged a boy, appearing barely 14, with green hair. He was dressed in a white T-shirt and orange pants, reaching just above his knees.
Spike shot Twilight an unsatisfied glare, prompting her to smile apologetically, her expression tinged with embarrassment.
"S-sorry, hehe. But I'm in a hurry."
She quickly walked past Spike and into the next room, resembling a small library with a giant hourglass in the middle.
"I swear I read that book." Twilight whispered to herself.
"Twilight?" Spike asked.
Somehow, Twilight ignored Spike's words and gave him an order. "Quick, find me that old book of predictions and prophecies."
But Twilight noticed a gift box in Spike's hand. "What's that for?"
"Well, it's a gift for Moon Dancer that I'll deliver later," Spike answered.
"You can deliver it later when we're done," Twilight said.
"B-but Twilight, you always take forever when you're doing your-" Spike was cut off.
"I'll be quick, so find me that old book of predictions and prophecies now." Twilight sounded like she's in a rush, so Spike put the box near a table and rolled his eyes, finding what Twilight had recently asked.
Twilight closed her eyes, and in a burst of magic, a horn appeared on her forehead, her hands beginning to illuminate a violet glow. Books began levitating and moving in front of her face so she could identify them, and after a minute of searching, she began to get irritated.
"Spike!" Twilight shouted!
"It's over here." Spike tossed the book to Twilight, and it began levitating towards her in a violet glow. All the previous books that were floating fell on the ground, making Spike groan.
"Really? I just organized." But however Twilight once again ignored him.
Walking up to a lectern, Twilight placed the book on top of it and started searching for a specific page, muttering 'E' repeatedly until she found what she was looking for.
"Ha, Elements of Harmony. Woman in the Moon."
"Woman in the moon? But that's just an old fairy tale," Spike remarked, organizing the books.
Twilight flipped through the pages until finally, she began reading it aloud.
"The woman in the moon myth from old and times, a powerful person who wanted to rule equestria. Defeated by the elements of harmony and imprisoned in the moon, legend has it that on the longest day of the thousandth year the stars will aid in her escape and she will bring about night time eternal."
She gasped, taking a few steps back, and turned around to look at Spike by the bookshelf.
"Spike, do you know what this means?" questioned Twilight, but Spike was nowhere in her peripheral vision. A voice replied from the door leading outside, and it was Spike.
"Yeah, that means I'm giving this present to Moon Dancer. Bye!" Spike replied happily, and with that, the door closed with a loud thud.
Twilight was left flabbergasted, but she couldn't deny that she had been a bit commanding to young Spike lately, and perhaps she deserved this treatment.
Twilight groaned and pulled out a scroll along with a pen mid air and began writing.
[My dearest teacher my continuing studies of magic had left me to discover that we are on the very brink of disaster. In the story the woman in the moon is in fact Nightmare moon and she's about to return to equestria and bring eternal night. Something must be done to make sure this terrible prophecy does not come true. I await your faithful response. -Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle]
Having finished her letter, Twilight began rolling the scroll, taking a moment to inhale and exhale, trying to relax.
"The day after tomorrow is the thousandth year of the Summer Sun Celebration. I hope she doesn't ignore this," Twilight worried, looking at the hourglass in front of her.
The scroll started glowing in a violet hue, her hands radiating brightly. Gradually, the brightness engulfed the scroll until it began burning in a violet fire, ultimately disappearing.
It didn't take long before a bright light suddenly erupted in front of Twilight, and a scroll fell to the ground. She picked it up and began reading it.
[My dearest most faithful student Twilight, you know that I value your diligence and that I trust you completely. But you must stop reading those books. My dear Twilight there is more to a young person's life than studying. So I'm sending you to supervise the preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration in this year's location, the small city of Ponyville. Plus your not going alone with dear spike so I'm sending one guard to look after you. And as a final, please make some friends.]
After reading the scroll, Twilight's face became neutral. She walked to the kitchen, placed the scroll on a nearby table, and randomly took a tea from the shelves.
"It's going to be a long day."
Ace took a bite of a pastry, relishing the satisfying bite. His face suddenly lit up, and he inspected the pastry in his hand.
"Oh my Celestia!" He enthusiastically put the whole thing in his mouth, savoring the flavors before swallowing. "A crepe. Hmmm." His eyes began to close in pleasure, and amidst his moment of enjoyment, collective whispers could be heard.
A group of girls watched Ace indulging in his crepe, their faces slowly lit with pink as they observed his content expression.
As Ace took his last bite, one of the girls in the group walked up to him, extending a kind offer.
"U-umm, do you want more, mister?"
Dumbfounded by such kindness, Ace, not accustomed to such offers, simply smiled and nodded. The girl jumped in joy and ordered two more crepes. As Ace observed the girl making the order, two bold girls suddenly clung onto his unoccupied arms.
"Your arm is empty, so someone needs to fill it up," the girl on his right confidently declared.
"Uhhhh"
"Are you a model? Can I have your Instaglam?" the one on the left shyly asked.
"Umm what's an Instaglam?"
The girl who ordered now had crepes in both her hands. She confronted Ace, looking at his face with a determined expression.
"Say 'aaa.'" The girl slowly neared the food to Ace's mouth, and left without choice, Ace took a bite and closed his eyes in pure delight. "Hmm."
The girls all shrieked in joy when Ace adorned a satisfied expression.
Now, Ace wanders through the city, acquainting himself with every street he can traverse. However, an uneasy awareness creeps over him as he senses the curious stares from passersby. Stares that he's unfamiliar too.
"Is there something wrong with my suit?" His mind churns with thoughts.
Back in the constitution, where staring meant either someone means business or someone's has business with the person their staring, Ace couldn't shake off the paranoia triggered by the glances. Seeking refuge, he spotted Sugarcube Corner just around the corner of the street. Without a second thought he walked toward the shop and entered.
Ring The shopkeeper's bell chimed as Ace opened the door. Stepping inside, he felt the cool embrace of the air conditioner against his skin. The atmosphere was calming, and he headed towards an empty seat, surveying the eye-catching surroundings from well-placed furniture to the inviting pink cushioned sofas. He slowlt closed his eyes, engaging in a breathing exercise to regain composure.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Ace repeated the sequence until his concentration was interrupted by a voice.
"In and out, did I do it correctly?" A female voice questioned.
Ace's eyes snapped open, and he found himself face to face with two shining light blue eyes. The person before him sported pink curly hair and wore a denim and pink T-shirt adorned with a picture of three balloons; light blue on the sides and yellow in the middle.
Surprised by the unexpected encounter, Ace instinctively shifted a bit to his left, creating some distance.
"The name's {Pinkamena Diane Pie} , but everyone calls me {Pinkiepie} !" she cheerfully introduced herself.
"How did I not sense her incoming presence?" Ace pondered. "Umm, my name's Ace. What are you doing on my seat, Miss Pinkiepie?" Ace inquired.
"To take your order, silly! So, what do you want?" Pinkiepie pulled out a notepad and an ink ballpen.
"Uhh, a crepe?"
"Got that!" She stood up, walking to the back while giggling. As Ace contemplated how she managed to get so close without him noticing, he groaned and began rubbing his forehead.
"Here's your order!" The energetic girl returned with a plastic tray in hand, placing it on the table, revealing three crepes. Ace regarded her with questioning eyes, as if seeking answers.
"You're a first-time customer, so you get an extra." Pinkiepie added.
Ace, already having eaten four crepes before entering the shop, realized he couldn't consume all the scrumptious crepes before him. "I can't eat all this. Want some?" he offered.
Pinkiepie gasped happily and quickly sat next to Ace. "Don't mind if I do." She took one and enthusiastically took a bite.
Ace observed Pinkiepie enjoying her share. Despite her slightly invasive manner in terms of personal space, there was a warmth in her ways. Encouraged by her enjoyment, Ace took a bite and was pleasantly surprised. The taste surpassed the previous crepes he had eaten. It didn't take long before he devoured the whole thing in his hand.
"Hmm."
"Delicious right? There's more of where that came from." Pinkiepie smiled, Ace took the second crepe and began taking a bite.
Pinkiepie simply stared at Ace, watching him enjoying his crepe. Ace doesn't look ultra handsome, he's just at the above average handsome and as pinkiepie thinks there's more to this man that meets the eye.
Suddenly, Ace turned his head towards Pinkiepie.
"Boop." Pinkiepie unexpectedly booped Ace's nose and then glanced at the clock on the wall.
"You can put the money at the counter, I trust you, Ace Starfire," said Pinkie Pie with a smile on her face. She stood up and walked out the glass door, the shopkeeper's bell chiming once again.
"How did she know my last name?" Ace pondered.
Ace remained frozen, though outwardly immobile, a fire blazed in his stomach. An unknown feeling grew stronger as his heart pounded.
He was confused, baffled, and flabbergasted, but deep inside, it was more than that.
First Person
Having secured a room, I casually tossed my briefcase onto the edge of the bed before following suit myself. I forgot to mention earlier that the room is fully equipped with a kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. The space is surprisingly spacious, which is quite nice actually.
But after that strange encounter, me being alone in this room somehow felt empty. I'm used to being alone, but why this? Why does this moment feel 'different.'
Third Person
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"My love, please wait for me, everything will go accordingly." Said a voice, the tone sad and unforgiving.
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My child. Here's a story.
Theres two being who love each other so much no matter the rules they always try to avoid it. This beings aren't physical... They're Gods.
But even to an all powerful God, love has to end some way or another.
In result the other one has no choice but to follow orders and leave the one that they love.
The other, shattered and fueled by both heartbreak and rage, rebels against the divine order and faces banishment as the consequence.
They slowly regained their strength and began building an army of their own an army that physical beings cannot comprehend.
Hoping they can see the one who they loyally loved, once again.
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Ace instantly opened his eyes, a sense of danger and a chill filling his spine. He could discern an energy, one that he was familiar with.
"A Dimensional Gate."
The strength of this energy overwhelmed his senses, sending them into overdrive. Swiftly getting out of bed, Ace moved to the window, opened it, and closed his eyes to pinpoint the exact location of the energy.
In the darkness of his mind, he could see a light just around the city block. As he opened his eyes, shock washed over him the light was precisely where the auditorium stood.
"That's where the Summer Sun Celebration is held."
Without hesitation, Ace jumped out of the window and levitated towards the auditorium, reaching the building within a minute. Upon arrival, all that remained was a chaotic scene, the floor strewn with piles of concrete, metal, and glass from the destroyed ceiling, revealing the stars above.
The strong energy Ace felt had dissipated, but traces of it lingered. His investigation was cut short as footsteps echoed from the entrance.
Quickly leaving the scene, Ace evaded the approaching royal guards. "I swear I noticed someone here," one of the guards thought.
Now at a distance from the building, Ace followed the trail of dissipating energy, which led him to the entrance of the Everfree Forest, the cold wind hitting his skin but he couldn't care less. Just as he was about to proceed, he spotted seven figures on the ground running toward the thick forest.
Sensing that these figures knew what they were doing, Ace planned to stealthily stalk them from behind, remaining unnoticed and invisible. Gradually lowering his altitude, their appearances became clearer, and he realized all of them are girls. Notably, one of them is Pinkiepie.
====== On the next chapter.
I apologize for the long delay, fckton of personal sht in my life. Boxing, school and piano lessons.
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. In the hushed echoes of silence, I find myself adrift in an abyss of eternal darkness. Uncertain of my existence, I remain immobilized, unable to move or utter a single word. I don't even know if I'm even alive at this point.
Yearning for oblivion, I crave to forget. Each encounter with those 'things' forces me to confront the pain embedded deep within my heart, a reminder of the comrades I lost. It's exhausting, leaving me yearning for solitude. After grappling with these overwhelming emotions, all I desire is to hide myself in the confines of my room and release the pent-up sorrow through tears.
A chill envelops my form as tears cascade down my cheeks. Despite being taught not to show vulnerability, I ponder if it's not deserved; if shedding tears is a tribute to the ones I've lost.
Abruptly, I find myself descending onto a soft surface, greeted by an intrusion of light. Slowly, I open my eyes to a familiar room, its floor adorned with scattered toys – a whimsical chaos reminiscent of my childhood toys.
Surveying the array of toys, memories flood back. I glance to the right, where a multitude of toys lies in disarray. "Seems I've forgotten how unorganized my room used to be."
I discerned a familiar voice from the left side of my room. As I turned my gaze toward the source there Princess Luna graced my window perch, legs elegantly crossed. She donned a regal ensemble - a navy blue short skirt dress adorned with a black transparent, off-the-shoulder puffy sleeve. Complementing the attire was a darker navy blue underbust corset, beneath which cascaded a series of gracefully folded feathers. These feathers, seamlessly connected, led to a high-low hemline skirt, leaving only her front legs exposed.
"Art thou not taught the virtue of keeping thy room tidy?"
...
"Hello," She waved
Ace kept frozen on his bed, staring wide-eyed at Luna. Meanwhile, Luna, with her arms crossed, stood there looking at Ace, expecting a feedback.
After an awkward silence that seemed to stretch for seconds, Luna decided to break it. "Art thou supposed to say something?"
Ace snapped back to reality, standing up and slowly walking towards Luna. "Princess Luna? Feels like I'm talking to the real deal." He stopped in front of Luna, placing his hand on his chin and examining her entire appearance.
A subtle shade of pink appeared on Luna's face. "Rude," she remarked, lifting her left palm to slap Ace. He swiftly caught her wrist with his right hand, maintaining his gaze.
Luna attempted to pull her arm back, but Ace's grip was firm as a rock. "Release me!" Luna shouted, anger evident on her face.
"My dream managed to make you look even more beautiful," Ace said, releasing Princess Luna's hand and walking back to his bed to sit.
"Unimpressed," Ace transitioned from a sitting to a lying position, gazing at the ceiling with no discernible emotion. "I could have done more."
Luna's anger slowly subsided, and she approached Ace with curiosity. "What art thou talking about?"
Still fixated on the ceiling, Ace replied, "I'm unimpressed with myself, could have done more."
Silence enveloped the room.
"I don't know what the continental might be doing to you right now... Nevermind," Ace took a pillow from beside him and used it to cover his face.
Regret drawn itself on Luna's face, she sat on the bed beside Ace. Luna looked at her own hand and transition to Ace.
Ace threw the pillow aside and looked at Luna, extremely confused. "Am I really talking to the real Princess herself?"
Now everyone is Confused, Luna looked at ace with his other eyebrow raised. "Are thou really thinking that till now, I'm a fabricated version of your mind?" Luna stood up and looked Infront of Ace her hand glowing in a dark bluish hue.
She closed her left hand and the walls fell down revealing their now in an open grass area by a tree. Ace sat up looking at the surroundings in awe.
"Magnificent." Ace whispered, His attention quickly moved towards Luna. "So your really fine." Ace hastily stood up and ran towards Luna embracing her in a tight hug.
Luna's face turned pink she put her hand on Ace's chest and pushed.
Realization quickly drew on Ace's face, he instantly released Luna and kneeled down taking interest at the floor with sudden embarrassment. "I-I apologize, I'm just glad that your fine."
Luna looked at him with a bit of surprise, a hint of pink chalked up on her face, she cleared her throat and calm down.
Ace smiled at her but something sparked in his mind.
"So. Whenever you enter a dream the dreamer will gain consciousness?"
"Thou are correct."
"Astonishing." Ace whispered to himself but then added. "Records said you appeared at numerous dreams, is your dream walk that advanced?"
Luna sighed and sat next to Ace.
"It's not just a mere dream walk. This gift was gifted upon me by my mother, shall I protect the dreams and give rest those that slumber in my night. An ability that define me entirety."
"Why the somber tone?" Ace asked.
"You see Ace, this gift of mine is terrifying in itself. When I enter a dream I'm Duplicated."
"Duplicated?"
"To protect all dreams, I must split my subconscious into thousands or even millions and enter the dreams that are in a state of nightmare, I face thousands of dreams that one must not see." Luna said her hands mildly trembling. "I'm afraid of my responsibility."
Ace slowly acknowledgely shook his head in response. He can't fathom how big of a responsibility princess Luna have, facing nightmares so that her subjects can sleep happily. He took Luna's hand and held it with his, calming Luna down.
"But you have never lose to a nightmare have you? never gave up, and stopped?" Ace said with a soft grin on his face. "Your strong princess, your the only one capable of such thing."
Princess Luna gazed deeply into Ace's enigmatic black eyes, with her own glittering bluish green eyes. Ace, wearing a quizzical expression, observed Luna's half-smile as she took his hand with both of hers. Raising his hand, Luna closed her eyes and began chanting in an ancient tongue, a soft glow emanating from her grasp and intensifying with each passing second.
Ace hissed in discomfort when the light dissipated, pulling back his hand to rub away the lingering sensation. A serene touch on his left cheek made him shift his focus to Luna's right arm, extended gracefully with her hand still resting on his cheek, a subtle grin playing on her lips.
"You are hereby invited to the grand gala."
Confusion crossed Ace's face at the unexpected invitation. Before he could utter a response, Luna gestured with her left hand, index finger extended. She directed it towards Ace's forehead until it made contact, a purple glow enveloping the room.
First Person
I Slowly open my eyes to the soft hues of the rising sun, I found my face pressed against the cold floor. As I lifted myself up, wiping away the remnants of drool, I got on my knees and stretched, savoring the satisfying cracks.
Approaching a nearby mirror, I assessed myself—messed-up hair and a reddened face from the prolonged contact with the floor. Groaning in disappointment, I wiped my face, comforting myself that it was temporary. However, my attention was drawn to a golden triangle on my palm. Focusing on it, I felt a hint of magic, instantly recalling the dream from the previous night.
Clenching my fist, I turned toward the bathroom, undressing completely. Stepping into the shower, I adjusted the water to the colder side, hissing as the shiver-inducing water hit my skin. Grabbing the nearest soap, I shrugged and started with my hair, moving on to my whole body.
After applying cologne and perfume, I faced the mirror again. Rolling up my sleeve to emphasize my tattooed forearm, I picked a new outfit for the day—donning a plain white sleeve, black trousers, and shiny black formal shoes.
"I should visit sugarcube corner to see if they got breakfast options."
OUTSIDE
Stepping out of the hotel, I took a single stride onto the sidewalk, only to be abruptly pushed aside by a girl exclaiming, "Sorry!" She swiftly turned a corner, and as I glanced from her direction, a small crowd of people seemed to be chasing her. Curious, I moved out of their way, watching as they too turned around the corner.
"Weird."
Turning in the opposite direction, I resumed my stroll. After a few steps, an unexpected halt overcame me, and I found myself gazing at the ground in silent regret.
[Third Person]
Hiding in an alleyway, Twilight and Spike, now clad in casual attire, sought refuge behind a dumpster to evade their pursuers both of them gasping for air. Spike wiped his face and sighed in relief. "I-I think we lost them."
Before Twilight could respond, a male voice interrupted. "It seems." The voice came from behind them, and just as they turned to identify the speaker, their bodies glowed with a red hue, rendering them immobile.
"Release us!" Twilight demanded. Outside the alley, a voice hinted that their position had been exposed. Ace snapped his fingers, and suddenly, they found themselves on the rooftop of a nearby building. The red glow faded, allowing Twilight and Spike to regain control of their bodies. Turning around, they faced the stranger who had captured them.
Ace stood before them, arms crossed, his eyes looking down on them as if their now in a world of scolding . Twilight groaned and, with a sudden burst of emotion, exclaimed, "Fine! You want this ticket, then take it!" She dropped the ticket to the ground and leaned against a wall, hugging her knees as muffled sobs escaped her.
"Looks like you two stole something that ain't yours," Ace remarked.
"N-No! We didn't steal this ticket! It was given to us by the princess, but news spread, and here we are," Spike reassured nervously while looking back at Twilight with worry.
"What?" Ace inquired.
Spike glanced back at Ace with confusion. "You don't know? That there on the ground is the ticket to the gala!"
Ace picked it up, examined it, smirked, and handed the ticket back to Spike.
"You don't want it?" Spike questioned with the ticket in his hand.
"Don't need it." Ace replied.
Spike looked at Twilight and rushed to her with the ticket. Ace turned around, walked to a railing, and leaned against it, enjoying the view of the city. Though small, he loved it. He closed his eyes with a soft smile, feeling the breeze caress his skin and the wind's gentle melody in his ears.
After what seemed like a moment, Ace felt a tap on his back. He turned around and looked at the two in front of him.
"Mind introducing yourselves first?" Ace asked.
Twilight took a good look at Ace's face before answering his question. "My name is Twilight Sparkle, and here is... is my adopted little brother, Spike-"
~hey!" >:
"And the reason wh-"
"Cut it. Your brother already explained. I apologize for taking you two here," Ace said, his expression still as blank as ever.
"You haven't introduced yourself yet, mister," Spike said.
"I apologize, Name's Ace."
But then a thousand questions came to Twilight's mind. "Can I ask a few questions before you leave?"
"Sure"
She opened her purse and took out a note and pen, preparing herself as she looked at Ace with full attention. "Your name is Ace correct? How do you know instant teleportation? Only highly trained magic users know how to use it, or even master it with precision. Are you part of the E.A.R.T? What age did you start learning magic? How old are you?" Questions kept flooding in until Twilight stopped.
"Sorry." Ace popped his neck, lifted his right hand, snapped his fingers, and instantly disappeared, leaving the two alone on the rooftop, staring frozen at the horizon.
"Told ya Twilight, you should stop asking multiple questions at once," Spike nudged with his elbow, almost on the verge of laughing.
But Twilight didn't even respond to Spike's words; she stood stiff, frozen. An eyebrow slowly raised on Spike's face, he waved a hand in front of Twilight, to see no response.
...
*Ding*
The shopkeeper's bell rang as Ace entered through the glass door, finding the place occupied by several customers. Unfazed, he moved forward, taking an empty seat and patiently waiting for a waiter.
Whispers among a group of women at the next table caught Ace's attention. One of them discreetly pointed towards him, alerting her friends.
"Oh my Faust," one of them exclaimed.
As Ace perused the menu, the women couldn't resist capturing the moment, sneaking pictures with their phones. Aware of their attention, Ace looked directly at the camera, prompting the girls to hastily divert their gaze.
A middle-aged woman in a hair net and apron approached Ace with a note and pen, and the girls seized the moment to focus on their phones, eager to post their findings.
(Tattooed Daddy.)
*click*
"Let's go, we might miss the others." The friend of the girl said, both of them stood up and left.
[First Person]
As I perused the breakfast menu, I noticed the two girls taking pictures of me. Feeling their stare, I was about to address the situation when a middle-aged woman approached with a warm smile.
"Already decided, dear?" she inquired.
Returning the smile, I nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I'd love the choco cup and potato croquettes, and please add a sourdough bread on the side."
After noting down my order, the woman headed back to the kitchen. I relaxed, observing the girls leaving with giggles. Slumping back in my seat, I reflected on the fast passage of time, realizing I was still searching for breakfast in the middle of the day.
Soon enough, my order arrived. The lady placed a plastic tray with my breakfast on the table, cautioning me, "Be careful, it's hot."
With a genuine smile, she left me to enjoy my meal in privacy. I examined the presented food, each item on its own plate. My attention then shifted to the choco cup. I slid my finger into the handle, carefully lifting it up.
.
The room was enveloped in an eerie silence, dominated by a massive circular table where seven figures remained shrouded in darkness. Finally, one of them spoke, breaking the oppressive silence.
"How's Ace?" the heavy voice questioned.
Another figure responded, "Ace, or 445. recent reports say he's been quite active... The latest involves his interaction with Princess Luna's entity."
A paper was sent across the table, landing in front of the one who had asked the question. His eyes glowed with a bluish hue as he read the contents before placing it back on the table.
"An unexpected move from Ace. He's not known for taking matters into his own hands, unless ordered." the heavy voice commented.
Someone else chimed in, "He remains a valuable asset. A talent like him arises once in centuries. In the future, he could still be of use. The real question is, will he remain loyal enough to willingly follow our orders?"
The heavy voice responded grimly, "Ace agreed to the contract. He knows the consequences if he opposes it."
A feminine voice disagreed, "Using the contract to ensure loyalty won't work."
The heavy voice asserted, "In the institution, freedom doesn't come for free, Quiver. One must be willing to do whatever it takes to seize freedom."
Rising from the table, the figure's eyes glowed green, emphasizing, "Even if it means killing everyone you once bonded with." Resuming his seat, the glow in his eyes faded, leaving behind a heavy, contemplative silence in the room. Eventually, he broke it with a chilling statement: "With the contract, fear always works."
The lights in the room illuminated the vast space, with white walls and floor revealing an expansive area. In the center stood a circular table surrounded by seven seats, occupied by figures of various races. One seat, however, stood out – a woman seated with five men behind her, all equipped with night vision goggles and light armor.
The woman looked back, fear creeping onto her face. "W-what is this?"
The source of the heavy voice identified himself as a middle-aged man with white hair. "That there behind you is the 26th sect troops. I also want to address your rogue-like actions from previous days, Quiver."
Fear deepened on the woman's face. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."
The man continued speaking. "Selling information to outside forces, making information disappear out of mid air. Your getting out of neck here."
Before the woman could protest, a knife pressed against her throat, silencing her. The man raised his hand to signify his intent to continue.
Tears streamed down the woman's cheeks as she closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable. However, what she anticipated did not unfold. Opening her left eye slightly, she saw the man with his hand raised, palm open in the air.
The man behind her hastily retreated, and a glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes. The man abruptly closed his hands, and a sickening crack reverberated through the room. Attempting to move her head, she found herself unable to, her vision descending as her neck swung back and forth. The lifeless body slumped onto the floor with a resounding thud.
A person in the room rose, staring at the man in disbelief. "W-why?"
The man met the gaze with an emotionless expression, he simply took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took a puff.
..
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This is the end of his draft, The next chapter is my continuation of the story.
Sorry for the long delay, I was depressed but I finally got out of that zone. Now I spent 2 weeks reading a good fanfiction and learning from it. I'm new to this mlp stuff that my brother likes, writing also.
I'm using grammarly, this writing stuff is tiring me and I don't have time second proof reading it.
Please enjoy the story.
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-I think something just snapped inside of me
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girl I'm disappointed to find
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-he'll be my mine the time you step foot on ponyville.
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Applejack remarked, her eyes scanning the vast horizon adorned with rows of apple trees laden with ripe, bright red apples.
"Eeyup. Are you sure you don't need help? I'm fine as a mighty bu-"
Before he could finish his sentence applejack straight up cut him.
"Come on Big Mac you better rest up and get yourself better. I haven't met an apple orchard yet that I can't handle! I'll take a bite out of this job by tomorrow day's end." Applejack said proudly.
Big Mac kept his gaze unwavering on the endless rows of apple trees. He casually spat out the piece of straw clenched between his teeth and said. "Biting off more than you can chew is just what I'm afraid of."
"I'm sorry big brother but I can't let you help, you have three broken ribs remember? Be with granny Smith while I-" She looks at the fields of apple trees and swallow a spit. "Harvest all dem apples."
"Stampede!" she shouted.
Initially, not a single person moved, but as the ground began to vibrate, panic swiftly consumed everyone.
Ace stared at the edge of the town, observing the approaching cow stampede. His senses heightened as the massive threat became clearer, and he felt compelled to intervene.
"I don't get paid for this!"
With a snap of his fingers, he instantly teleported himself to the front of the town, facing the oncoming stampede from above. Waiting for the right moment, he saw a girl on horseback attempting to halt the stampede's progress. seizing the opportunity, Ace clenched his jaws, his hands glowing red.
Bringing his open palm down and then lifting his arms in the air with tightly shut fists, a transparent L-shaped wall materialized in front of the stampede. The cows collided with the barrier, causing the stampede to change direction, now no longer headed towards Ponyville. Ace could only hope that the girl on horseback could successfully stop the stampede before it caused further destruction, even if it wasn't headed directly for Ponyville.
"So tired."
Ace began whispering in a runic language, and gradually, from bottom to top, his body began to turn transparent. Nearly invisible to the naked eye, he flew back to the hotel and spent the day sleeping.
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But before he did, Twilight noticed a small figure in the air in the far distance, the figure slowly disappearing into thin air, leaving her confused.
"Who... was that?"
Her voice was met with another response, "What you're seeing right now is Applejack riding a horse, that's who that was. Look at her go!"
Applejack was surprised when the Stampede suddenly turned left, and she had no time to assess what happened in front. Her main focus is to stop the Stampede before someone could possibly get hurt. She used the bridle in her hand to speed up the horse she was riding. "Come on, girl! Yeehaw!"
She slowly gained distance on the front cow. As the cow got closer to Applejack, she pulled out a lasso beside the horse and began twirling it in the air. The cow kept moving side to side but stayed in one place when a dog barked at it. There! Applejack saw the opportunity to throw the lasso around the cow's head, successfully binding it.
She patted her horse and pulled the bridle, making the horse stop in an effort to halt the cow. But it was fruitless as the cow didn't budge much. Applejack cursed, and along with it, she jumped down from her ride with her left arm tightly wrapped around her horse. Grunting hard, she used all her strength to plant her feet as deep as possible on the ground, creating a long line of earth behind them. The speed of the front cow slowly subsided until it finally stopped.
She dropped on her butt, followed by her horse. She smiled at her horse and, of course, her dog that approached. "Good girl," she huffed and patted Winona's head.
Hoofsteps came closer behind Applejack, a small group of people riding horses came in front of her. All of them dismounted and ran toward Applejack. A particular woman with a large bust size put her hand on Applejack's shoulder. "Are you hurt anywhere, Applejack? Oh my, I apologize for all that happened today. I'll take responsibility."
Applejack stood up, fixed her hat, and kindly smiled at them, tipping her hat. "It's fine, it's fine. How did the cows escape yall"
"This why!" A feminine voice came from behind the woman Applejack was speaking with. Another woman with a bigger breast size was pulling a young teen's ear; the boy was crying in pain.
"But"
"No buts!"
"Fine. Dem snakes got inside the pen, all the cows was riled up at the exact moment I opened the gate."
"I completely understand, just be careful next time." Applejack nodded then rubs the teen's hair making it all messy.
"Thanks faust the Cows didn't entered the city." Said the woman.
Applejack then adds. "Miss dairy and dairyela. Please add counter measures next time to ensure this never happens again. Thank you." Applejack tips her hat and mounts her horse. "I'll be on my way!"
She rides back to ponyville, where everyone cheered for her.
Anon/Ace opens his eyes as his alarm blurred loudly. He turned off his alarm and get out the bed, It's very early in the morning as it is 4 am. He changed his clothes to a more agile and breathable one, next he put on a hoodie. He drinks a cup of water before leaving the hotel. The air is cold and the cement floor is wet, he look left and right to see the streets to be empty, what do you expect at 4 in the morning a time where mostly everyone is asleep? Ace does some light stretches before beginning his jog, his source of light only the street lights.
He kept his breathing steady and paced, 20 minutes pass he have already circled ponyville. He began increasing his pace following the street leaving ponyville. 5 am already reached he began increasing his pace even more, though quite punishing for his body he never stopped. He kept going at it till the sun peeked at him, it's beautiful light and beauty looking at him while it's gentle warmth hugged him, casting a shadow beside him copying every movements he creates.
And at that last 10 minute he began increasing his pace till he's now fully sprinting. His brain begging for him to stop as his legs began to feel like it's being churned with hot charcoal and his lungs burning like fire, Ace stopped and put his hand on his knees while gasping for air.
Ace heard a whistle from behind, alerted he turned around to see a girl who almost look like his age. Her rainbow like hair tied in a ponytail, she's wearing a flexible black shorts along with a light blue breathable T-shirt.
"Not bad!" She said in an almost tomboyish voice, something about her radiates pride.
"Thank you." Ace said.
Rainbowdash praised. "I was behind you the whole time, Thought you would rest. But you didn't! You got mad stamina to also include a ten minute sprint."
"That means you got mad stamina too." Ace replied filling her ego.
Rainbowdash the proudly huffed her chest, closed her eyes and put his hand on her hips. "Of course! It's because I'm the best speedster of ponyville. Rainbowdash! Memorize that."
"Funny" Ace thinks he before complimenting her. "Your full of confidence. Name's Ace, thank you for your presence miss Rainbowdash."
Rainbowdash looked at him as if trying to say something.
Ace smiled. "I'm going back. It's nice talking with you."
Ace walked pass her but is stopped when Rainbowdash called out his name. Ace turned around and instinctively catched a bottle of water.
Rainbowdash is whispering to herself while looking down at the floor, she seems embarrassed and flustered at the same time.
Ace tilts his head and asked, "Can you repeat that?"
"Nothing!" Rainbowdash then spreads her wings and flew a large distance in a matter of seconds.
Ace looked up and kept his eyes on her till she disappeared. "Strange," He unlid the cap off the water bottle in his hand and quenched his thirst. Before ultimately going back home to take a shower and change.
Hotel
"98, 99, 100."
Ace stood up on his feet, he took the towel right beside him and wipe all his sweat. He walks to a mirror nearby and looks at himself, he admires his well built muscle before taking a cold shower shower. Finished he stepped out with just a towel on his waists, after drying himself he wore his black suit with a red necktie.
First person
It's been a week since the Stampede, the boredom is slowly devouring me as I have nothing to do but eat, walk, exercise and sleep.
I looked down from the window, observing the passing people, this kid however caught my attention. Walking with no care, giving all his attention on the device on his hand.
But then I remembered, in the past there's this two girls asking for my Instaglam, they showed me the app with their cellphones before leaving me.
"Maybe I should buy a phone."
After buying a phone near a shop I teleported myself on a building rooftop resting my hand on the rails. I observe a gathering Infront a building with a made up stage decorated with all colors, and it's just the time where the supposedly event will begin.
"Tch, annoying."
Mid talk Ace lost interest and walk back inside, taking his time to fiddle with the contents of his phone.
Ace encountered two girls around his age. One of them halted her friend and pointed excitedly at Ace. "Isn't that the guy who became famous overnight?"
The other girl gasped. "Oh my gosh, it's him!"
Excitedly, the pair approached Ace and tapped him on the back. Surprised, Ace turned to face them, unsure of what to expect. "Can I help you?" he asked.
One of the girls stood with her mouth agape, staring at Ace in disbelief. Meanwhile, her friend attempted to snap her out of it, waving her hand in front of her face to no avail. Taking matters into her own hands, she stepped forward to address Ace directly.
"I think we do need some help." She said in a seducing tone, she put both her arm behind her back making her breast appear more bigger.
NOTE: (Not that big though! I'm setting up realistic standards here!)
Ace's eyes darted to the side, briefly catching a glimpse of her cleavage. Uncomfortably, he smiled and took a step back. "I-I don't think I can help you with that," he stammered.
Suddenly, Ace was yanked away by a tall woman, slightly older but still youthful. She pulled him away from the two girls and enveloped his head in a hug against her chest. With a stern gaze, she scolded the girls, "Can't you see he's uncomfortable?"
"Are you alright, dear?" she asked, peering down to find that the person she was holding had transformed into a human-sized doll. Startled, she dropped it to the ground and turned around, only to see her captive fleeing.
(W-what was that?!) I thought, my heart racing as I turned around abruptly to avoid colliding with the person in front of me. "Sorry," I quickly apologized.
The girl in front of me was clutching an envelope, using it as a shield of sorts. She lowered her hands and glanced up at me. "It's fine, I—" Her words trailed off as her expression shifted into one of pure delight. "Oh my gosh, it's Tattooed Daddy!"
The surrounding people seemed to freeze in their tracks, their attention now solely focused on me. "Oh my goodness, it really is!" someone exclaimed, amplifying the feeling of being the center of attention in a suddenly crowded space.
"Are you free today?" the girl in front of me asked, her voice barely audible over the growing crowd that had surrounded us. I felt overwhelmed, unable to decipher a single word amidst the chaos. Clenching my jaw, I summoned my magic and teleported back to my room.
Finally, silence enveloped me as I returned to the familiar comfort of my hotel room. Collapsing onto the floor, I leaned against the wall beside the bed, trying to make sense of the whirlwind encounter.
"Where in Tartarus did the name 'Tattooed Daddy' come from?!" I exclaimed in frustration, rising to my feet and kicking the bed in irritation, only to recoil as pain shot through my curled toes.
–—–—
Ace stepped out of his hotel room, his mind already bracing for another encounter with curious onlookers. As he descended to the first floor and exited the hotel, the first girl recognized him and approached with a barrage of peculiar questions. Ignoring her, Ace remained silent, waiting until a crowd had gathered before him.
"Ehem!" he cleared his throat loudly, causing the chatter to gradually fade, granting him a moment to address them. "Everyone, please go back to your business or whatever it is you were doing. I am not inter—"
Before he could finish, a girl threw herself at him, followed by others embracing him tightly. Anger surged through him, his jaw locking and his fists clenched so tightly that his veins bulged.
[Kill them]
Ace put aside his rage as he teleported a safe distance away from the crowd. "There he is!" he heard someone shout, prompting him to sprint without looking back. After minutes of running, he spotted SugarCube Corner out of the corner of his eye and dashed towards it. Though closed, the lights were on. He hurried inside, swiftly blocking the glass door and pulling down the blinds with his magic.
He also pulled down the blind on the glass door and cautiously stepped back, watching as the people outside clamored for his attention, attempting to snap photos of him.
"May I help ya, sugarcube?" a western accent broke the tension behind him. Ace turned around to find six girls staring back at him.
"I remember you!" Ace exclaimed, his gaze focusing on Twilight, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash in the group.
"You know this feller, Twilight?" Applejack asked, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder.
"Yeah, he helped me," Twilight confirmed, nodding in recognition.
"He's the dude I've been telling you about!" Rainbow Dash exclaimed, pointing at Ace, before quickly composing herself and clearing her throat. "A fan of mine," she added, trying to downplay the excitement.
Pinkie Pie stepped forward towards Ace, her smile warm and friendly. "Good evening, Ace! So you took refuge here to escape the growing crowd because someone posted a picture of you on Instaglam?" she asked.
"Huhhh?" Ace replied, puzzled by the sudden turn of events.
"Don't think of it or you'll end up with a headache,"
Rarity quickly pulled out her phone from behind her back and scrolled through it until she found the picture Pinkie mentioned. It depicted Ace wearing a rolled-up long sleeve, revealing his tattooed and muscular forearm, with sunlight streaming in through the window beside him, casting a flattering glow on his face.
Ace pleaded, "Please, I need your help. Those crazy people won't stop following me!"
A smirk played on Twilight's lips, catching Applejack's attention. Concerned, Applejack questioned Twilight's intentions. "You ain't taking advantage of someone in need, are ya?"
"Applejack, he took me to a random rooftop without my consent," Twilight explained, her tone slightly frantic before regaining her composure. "But don't worry, no need to be concerned."
Relieved, Applejack nodded and allowed Twilight to proceed. Twilight took a step forward and extended her hand towards Ace. "I promise to help you, but on one condition... You must answer some of our questions."
Applejack nudged Twilight's shoulder firmly, giving her a stern look before turning her gaze to Ace. "You can decline a question if you feel uncomfortable answering it," she added, emphasizing Ace's autonomy in the situation.
Ace took a deep breath and exhaled. "Okay, I accept."
Twilight's face lit up with determination, and she clapped her hands together. "Excellent! Come on, Applejack, let's teach them a valuable lesson about privacy and respect!"
Humming happily, Twilight strode towards the door, followed by Applejack, who placed a reassuring hand on Ace's shoulder. "Sorry about her, sugarcube. Her brain just loves to eat up information, but she means no harm," she explained with a chuckle.
Ace couldn't help but chuckle slightly in response, nodding with a grin. Applejack tipped her hat to him before catching up to Twilight.
Feeling a sense of relief as the problem began to be resolved, Ace turned his attention to the group of four girls remaining, which included Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie. The others were unfamiliar to him.
Before he could say anything, Rarity stepped forward, her arms crossed as she inspected Ace with a critical eye. Despite her casual outfit, her beauty remained striking. She scrutinized Ace from head to toe before finally meeting his gaze.
Pink crept it's way to Rarity's cheek. Her eyes gazing softly at his "Darling..."
But before she could continue, Rainbow Dash pushed her aside and stepped forward "Hey, I didn't forget the first time we met."
Ace raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "The time you just suddenly flew away with no reason whatsoever?" he questioned, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Rainbow Dash's face flushed with embarrassment. "Hey!" she protested. "I-I was late for my training!" she hastily explained, trying to justify her actions.
Regaining her composure, Rainbow Dash shifted the conversation. "What sports do you play anyway?" she asked curiously in
"I think that's for later..." Ace replied cryptically.
Glancing behind Rainbow Dash, Ace noticed Fluttershy peeking at him from behind Rarity. Their eyes met briefly, and Fluttershy quickly hid behind Rarity, offering Ace a shy smile.
The shopkeeper's bell rang, signaling that Twilight and Applejack had finished their lesson with the crowd. Ace turned to them, remarking, "That was quick."
Twilight grinned. "Quite easy, actually. Knowing that the majority of your 'fans' are females, it's easy to understand them and use the right words."
Applejack chimed in, "And with me beside Twilight, hooey, the problem is easily solved."
"So, about the deal we made?" Twilight reminded with a cheeky grin.
Ace sighed and nodded, but before Twilight could speak, Pinkie Pie interrupted, stepping in front of Ace with a smile. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-two," Ace replied easily.
"Ohhhh~" Pinkie nodded in satisfaction before heading towards the door to the kitchen.
Before Twilight could continue, Rainbow Dash jumped in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So what sports are you into?" she asked cheerfully.
Ace hesitated at first but answered, "Mixed martial arts, but I won't say exactly which ones."
Rainbow Dash's face fell slightly. "Cool, I guess... I bet I can defeat you," she said confidently. Applejack then stepped forward with her own question.
"So, sugarcube... You use magic, and um, what's your occupation?" she inquired.
"Occupation? As in a job?" Ace clarified.
"Yes."
"Well, actually..." Ace nervously smiled. "I'm currently unemployed."
Rarity's face brightened up, and she quickly approached Ace, taking his hand. "Oh, you poor man! I have a boutique just blocks away from here, and I am in need of help."
"But didn't you say earlier that you don't need—" Twilight began, but Rarity cut her off. "Hush now!"
Ace gently withdrew his hand from Rarity's grasp and leaned back slightly. "I don't need a job right now, but I'll consider it," he replied.
Rarity's smile faltered, and she walked over to a nearby chair, taking out her phone and swiping through it while stealing glances at Ace. "I'm done, darling," she announced.
"Finally," Twilight said, locking eyes with Ace. "How old were you when you started learning how to use your magic?"
Ace paused for a moment before answering, "Hmm, my memory is a bit foggy, but I remember starting around the age of six."
Twilight was surprised but then remembered witnessing Ace's teleportation abilities. Tilting her head, she asked the question that could shed light on Ace's past. "Who was your teacher?"
"My... Teacher?"
As deep memories of Lumina Stardust flooded Ace's mind, he felt his jaw trembling and his hands shaking slightly. Her soft features, voice, kind smile, and loving personality replayed vividly in his thoughts.
"Ace..."
"Ace."
Suddenly, Ace snapped out of his trance, realizing that everyone in the room was looking at him, most of them with expressions of concern.
"S-sorry," Ace stammered, his voice trembling. "B-but I gotta go." With that, he bolted past Twilight and Applejack towards the entrance door.
"W-wait!" Twilight called out, attempting to reach Ace, but her efforts were in vain as he disappeared out the door.
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As Ace stepped out of the shop, he teleported back to his room and sank to the floor. With his hands covering his face, tears streamed down from between his fingers.
"L-lumina... Y-you're the only family I remember... I miss you," Ace sobbed in whispered breaths, his voice choked with emotion. "How could I be so w-weak."
Pinkie Pie walked out of the kitchen door, carrying a one-layer chocolate cake with icing that read "Ace Starfire 22nd Cake Anniversary" on top.
However, the smile on Pinkie Pie's face turned neutral as she observed everyone's expressions. "Did I miss something?" she asked, puzzled.
"Ugh! We're the Elements of Harmony, for darn sake," Applejack exclaimed in frustration. She slumped onto a chair and added, "Now I feel like cow dung for that s-s-shit we've done!"
Almost everyone gasped in shock. Fluttershy hid behind Rarity, her body trembling, while Pinkie Pie's puffy hair deflated, becoming straight and bland.
Rainbow Dash pushed Applejack with her right hand, giving her a cold gaze. "Not cool," she said firmly.
Twilight suddenly stood in between of Applejack and Rainbowdash. "R-Rainbowdash that is not how you treat a friend."
Rainbowdash then looked at Twilight's face with a hint of anger. "This is your idea in the first place." She put her finger on Twilight's chest. "I was just going along knowing that nothing will go wrong... Oh how wrong I was to learn that digging in someone's past could go wrong." Rainbowdash said in a somber tone.
Twilight looked aside in regret. What Rainbowdash said is right. she's supposed to learn not bite more of what you can chew.
"Hey!" Pinkiepie shouted with tears rolling down her cheeks. "It's everyone's fault that not one even think of the consequences of the 'little' deal." She then walked to the group. "Next time we see him. We apologize, got it?!" She looked at applejack, Rainbowdash and mainly Twilight.
On the next chapter
