Twin Souls

Father

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Editing and Proofreading: Switches

Chapter 1

Zoor

To get where I am now one must consider that all things are possible. Though highly unreasonable, the idea that the idea is wrong was personally shattered when I discovered it. It's entirely crazy to picture the situation I have found myself in. So then the question comes to questioning why it was myself. Of course, there is no possible way to achieve such answers without someone delivering it to you, but seeing as how I am the only one here, that is immediately ruled out. Getting back to the main topic at hand, on what exactly is happening. Wait, I don't know what is happening, though I'm sure I know what caused it. I think.

The first thing I noticed was the drastic change in the color spectrum. If I knew anything about the world I lived in, which I didn't, then was it really a change? The only thing that caused me to think of such a theory as the first thing that happened was the blinding light. You know when your eyes hurt for a moment when you step into the light after being in a dark room for so long? It's like that, of course your eyes just need a few minutes to get used to the light. So with that fact in place it was obvious I was previous in a place with different brightness, or have just emerged from somewhere without light.

The realization came to me right then and there that I actually have no idea where I was just a few seconds ago. Is this normal? Should I be worried? I don't feel worried, so I guess I shouldn't really bother to figure out what happened. I know that if I tried to pursue any kind of questioning of who I was that my brain would start to form paradoxes or something. There is one thing I know. I am not from this place. Why? Well I don't exactly remember small horse-like creatures being so colorful. Not to mention being able to...should I say sit in such a position?

The mint teal colored horse thingy which I was observing simply stared at me with wide eyes. So, what now? Am I supposed to provoke a reaction from it? Well it is a horse...I think, I don't want to scare it.

I blinked. She blinked too. "Hi?" A voice said, in kind, yet worried tone. Am I hearing things, cause if anything, my brain was telling me that horse just talked. Of course, that whole idea is pretty stupid. I mean, a horse, talk? What is this, a fairy tale? I stopped myself, putting my fingers to my chin. Then again, I don't really know anything about this place, so maybe it was normal for horses to talk here? I just feel like I've always been taught that horses aren't capable of such things.

I blinked again, my mouth agape as the realization hit me. No...There is no doubt now. That horse just talked. W-What do I do? Should I..."Hi." I said returning the greeting. I was really hoping I wasn't insane, or maybe I was just greeting some odd creature in this...Odd world. Silence reigned for the next few moments before I lost it. "What am I doing?!" I shouted in confusion. Frightened by my outburst, she sunk into her bench, whimpering in fear. I felt a tinge of pain, and regret over what I did. I didn't want to scare her..."I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." I said. I looked at her with pleading eyes. "I'm just very, very confused right now." I finished with a smile.

She gulped, nodding her head slowly in understanding. Looking for a way out, rather to not be eaten by this strange monster, she hastily darted her eyes around. I could see her fear radiating from her and it only served to make me feel more alien to this place. I could understand being afraid of something like me but I've never been in a situation where something was so afraid of me, it would run away. Though I don't even have the space of memory to even support any other type of situation. I was not going to let her run away. I'm not going to let her fear me either. She is the first...pony I've met, and I'm not about to screw this up!

I sat down on the ground in front of her in a criss-cross position. I looked up to her fearful gaze with soft eyes. "I know you are afraid of me, and trust me I can't blame you." I motioned at my body. I was at least three to four times bigger than she was. "But I don't want you to be afraid." I stood up slowly, moving closer to her. She no longer had a fearful sight, but was still curious as to what I was going to do next. "Despite my limited knowledge of who I am, or what this place is." Her eyes went a little wide at that, which I chuckled slightly to. "I know that, I would never, for the hope of the God of such mercy." I said softly, getting on my knees so I was eye to eye with her. "That I would never harm something so small, and kind." I said, wrapping her in a warm hug. She yelped in response to the sudden action, but gave no resistance.

Lyra, wide eyed at the spectacle before her, questioned her actions in confusion. Why had she not scream and ran away? She felt the warmth of the hug, and the sincerity of the strange creature overtake her, as she found a new gaze which to address this creature with. Friendship. She smiled, and finally returned the hug, much to the overwhelming happiness of the creature. Perhaps he wasn't so scary as she previously thought.

I broke the hug, feeling slightly guilty for taking advantage of the mare. But when I saw her smile, it all but vanished. I don't know much of anything, but I do know one thing. I just made a new friend. I smiled back to her, returning to my kneeling position. I was shocked when she patted the bench with her left hoof, offering me to seat next to her. Such kindness, almost made me break into tears, but I managed to keep myself together. I smiled, nodded my head, and sat down next to her on the bench. I would have said things were awkward but I was too caught up in the moment of shear confusion and happiness to care.

"Thank you." I managed, in a short quiet tone. She said nothing, just smiled before returning her gaze to the forward of herself. Silence came over the both of us, as I simply had nothing to say. During this time I was thinking about it all. The question continuously popped into my head. Who am I? What am I, and where did I come from? These thoughts continued reappearing before I noticed the slight movement to my right. The mare had pulled a lyre from seemingly nowhere. The thought of where she got it made my head hurt, but was instantly soothed as I heard the most beautiful melody played beside me. I stared at her in shock and wonder as she played the instrument with perfect expertise.  I hadn't noticed it before, but it soon came into view as I saw a strange aura around the instrument. The strings pulled and contracted on it's own, much to my confusion. Despite my size, I hadn't noticed the strange pinnacle of bone from atop her mane. I went mouth-agape when I saw it. Though despite my brains recent efforts to explain the logic of things, I just turned to accept it. She was without a doubt, a unicorn. Such things only perform in myth. I sighed, smiling at her. I sure do make strange friends...

"It's beautiful." I said, complimenting her work. She stopped her played, as she gazed up to me with those mint eyes. I think there was something I used to say...My heart exploded? I could see the red in her cheeks as she turned the other way. "You think so?" She asked, unsure of her own work. I chuckled, "You're really good. Keep playing please." I said with a kind smile. She nodded, continuing her melody.

I had not noticed the cold air sweep by me. I glanced around us, gazing at the white abyss in which we sat. This was...Snow? I looked around in interest at the sight. The snow had a meaning to it. It felt sad, empty and cold. Though despite these tragic emotions, I couldn't help but stare endlessly into the distance. The mixture of her song with the snow was fitting. I didn't notice her stop playing until several moments later.

"Well it's getting late. I should be going." She said, hopping off the bench. She looked back at me with a mild surprise look. "O-Oh! I didn't even introduce myself!" She blushed in embarrassment. "My name is Lyra."

Lyra? What a fitting name...

I smiled back. "My name is..." I stopped myself, realizing I had not known my own name. "My name is..." I trailed off, my response must have gone unheard as she smiled genuinely, turning to take her departure.

A part of me died inside as I wished she would have asked, or given me some assistance. An ember stoke a small flame as she quickly stopped herself. Facing me again, she wore an worried look. "You're not from around here...Do you need a place to sleep for the night?"

My heart warmed in favor over such request as I gladly accepted. The snow continued to fall as we made our way to her home, side by side. The area around us was hilly, covered in the white sheet of snow. I love the snow. Despite it's stereotypical cold, deathly definition, it is something different through my eyes.

"Do you like the snow, Lyra?" I asked, glancing down at her. She had a thoughtful expression planted on her face.

She smiled. "I do enjoy the fall the most, though the cold air always gives a crisp, fresh feeling." She says heartily.

I laugh silently, happy. "Despite the bitter cold, it always gives me time to think. It's always quiet when it's snowing." I say, looking down at her, motioning to the area around us. "Though it may be cold, it's a sort of bitter-sweet peace. It's just..." I trail off, my brows lowering. "A sad, lonely peace."

Her smile fades as I release those words, as she comes to terms with the thought of my words. She nods in agreement, but pokes me in my side. "That may be so, but you had somepony to share it with today, right?" She asked, an adorable smile planted on her face. My heart fluttered, as I quickly looked ahead of us. "Y-Yeah...I guess you're right."

I wanted to quickly take my mind off her for a moment. I had not the slightest what I just felt, so I decided to find something else to think about. I then noticed just how bad the snow shower was. The winds were quiet, but we still couldn't twenty feet ahead of us. It was strange, but some part of me felt like this was heaven. Pure white scattered the hills, the air was cold but there was no wind...And to top it off there was an adorable girl to accompany me. Could she be an angel, guiding me, a lost soul to his final resting place? I chuckled slightly, realizing the full foolishness of such an idea. My soul isn't lost...Besides, I'm almost certain I'm not dead...Yet.

We continued walking for several more minutes before I noticed a rather large shape of a home hidden behind the constant snowfall. It was fairly large, with two floors, perhaps a basement. Did she live with someone? We approached the door, which she opened with her magic. I found it very strange that the door had a door knob as it's handle. These ponies have hooves, do they not?

As soon as I entered the home I felt the warm blast of heat envelope my body. It felt good, to be honest. I gave a single look around, studying the interior of the home. Directly in front of the main door was the staircase. This, of course, lead to the second floor. There was what i presumed to be a dining room to the right. I was almost sure of it due to the way the...chairs were set out by the table. To the left of the staircase was a rather large room, which I realized to be the living room. It also seemed to mixed with a kitchen in the back of the house. There was a fireplace to the far left corner, it's fires burning strong and hot. I would have to study the upstairs later.

Lyra gave me a welcoming smile as entered the home. I hadn't realized it before, but my clothes were soaking wet. I needed a shower. Lyra saw this, and giggled. I looked at her with a small smile, as I shivered in my freezing clothes. She was laying by the fire.

"Do you ponies have a bathroom?" I asked, choosing my words carefully. She frowned. "Of course we do. We aren't savages." I felt slightly bad for assuming that they didn't but...How was I supposed to know? "Sorry, I just..." I apologized, though I was cut off. "It's alright. I understand. It's upstairs on the right. If you want you could leave those down here to dry?" She asked innocently.

I felt my face run red hot, as I quickly declined the offer. "N-No! It's fine...I'll just..." I trailed off. What was I going to do?

"Why not?" She questioned.

I chuckled awkwardly. "We're different." I gestured to myself. "Unlike you, we always have to wear clothes. We just...do!" I said, quickly shaking my head, heading upstairs. Lyra, confused by the argument she couldn't understand. A sly smile formed on her lips as she was determined to find out.

. . .

The hot water poured down my body, as the sensation of it all made me shiver with warmth. I made a note, a mental one that is, to thank Lyra for this later. I climbed out of the shower, turning the nozzle to cut the water from the pipes. As I climbed out I noticed something was terribly wrong. My clothes. In a frantic haste, I searched all around the room for them. I was certain I had lay them out on the counter by the sink, but to no avail I could not find them. My brow furrows deeper as I come to realize what has happened. That mare took my clothes.

. . .

Lyra, gnawing on her lip as she ascended the stairs, took thought as to why the creature was so hesitant to reveal itself. What was so different from it, then from herself? Perhaps it was some cultural diffusion? The creature was certainly odd, this she knew, but she couldn't help but feel warm from it's presence. Sure, it was strange in many ways, from it's body structure to it's ideals but she had just made amends for friendship with it.

It may be big and scary, but it wouldn't hurt a fly...Right? That's what he said after all. She sighed, shaking her head at her questionable theory of the creature. With the newly warmed clothes in mist, she opened the door, sending the clothes inside. She heard the creature sigh in relief as he discovered the location of his personal belongings. His, well, only belongings.

"You should warm me next time you attempt to steal my clothes!" She heard a muffled shout from behind the door. He wasn't angry, just a tad bit annoyed. She giggled lightly at his annoyed tone as she managed a quiet apology. As she ascended the stairs, she glanced back at the door. She could hear, feel and sense the magic waves fluxing through the air, as the dry wooden plates shook with the movements of the human. His weight was, with no doubt, a new thing for this house. She sighed happily as she congratulated herself for buying a house meant for a griffon.

Her small smile faded as she had an idea travel it's way into her head. She thought about it, then simply nodding in agreement with her second self. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she headed towards the fireplace, taking a roll of paper and an inkwell from the stand beside the door. Sprawling out on the floor just in front of the fire, she quickly got to work.

. . .

With my clothes warm, dried, and scented, much thanks to the mare below deck, I quickly descended down the stairs. I nearly slipped down the steps with my socks on, but I managed. I could already feel the warmth of the fire blazing throughout the room. The mint colored girl was sprawled out across the floor, seemingly writing something. I was...Interested to say the least. No, more like intrigued. Knowing it wasn't my place to encounter her, nor to read such things, I walked over to the couch and sat down. I was surprised as she had not noticed my presence. Perhaps I was little sneakier than I thought?

My body, even with such distance from the fire was blasted will the full force of the flame. It warmed my whole body, much to my satisfaction. My eye occasionally glanced down at Lyra as she nearly finished her letter. I couldn't read the writing regardless so it was useless to try. I expected an entirely different species to have the same literary terms. Yet, we still speak the same. Isn't that strange?

She still doesn't even notice my presence as she folds the scroll, tying it shut with a small bow before doing something with her horn. The letter starts the fade and soon enough just disappears entirely. I would question it, but I really don't feel like knowing how something like that is even possible. She sighed, turning around to take a seat next to me; but immediately locks up. I think I scared her.

"H-How long were you there?" She asks, not fear, but mild surprise in her voice. I smile gently. "Just a few seconds or so." Her eyes wander around nervously. "You look really scared to know that I could have read that letter. Don't worry, I wouldn't read your love letter to whoever, besides, I cannot even read your language. So feel free to write to your hearts content." I say, a tad bit of joking in my voice. She laughs, coming over and laying down on the couch next to me.

A few awkward seconds pass before she breaks it. "Would you like to learn to read?" I nearly choke in surprise on such a request. "For the sake of those love letters, I don't think it would be such a good idea." I say sarcastically, which she giggles in return.

"They aren't love letters. They are important notes that I sent to a friend of mine. She is going to help us out."

I cock a brow, "Help us out?"

"Yeah. You had the look of confusion on your face the whole time at the park. Not to mention, you can't even remember your own name. There's something wrong here." She says worriedly.

I process the information of another possible pony-creature coming to see me. Got it. "Understood. Thank you very much. I hope she can help me recover my memories." I respond with a kind smile. I feel a yawn coming and I soon react with it. Lyra notices my tiredness, gets up, and heads around the corner, returning with a pillow. A huge one in fact. Well, huge for her size, but perfect for mine.

"Upstairs on the right, down the hall to the left. There is a guest room. Here is an extra pillow for you. Ponies tend to have smaller sizes so it would be quite uncomfortable!" She laughs. "But don't worry none, the bed's in this house were meant for griffons, so I'm sure you'll be just fine." She finishes with a smile. I smile back as I take the pillow from her...Misty stuff.

I look back at the mint flavored girl, my brain switching from confusion to understanding and gratefulness. "Thank you, Lyra." I say, a small flame of life empowering in my eyes. "You took me in despite my monstrous appearance, dried me, and gave me a place to sleep." She looked on curious as to what I was going to say. Her smile growing as I continued down the list of objects she willingly gave to me. "It feels strange, but it feels like back home, kindness such as this doesn't exist." I say sadly. I see her smile fade, but I wouldn't have any of it! "But it means so much to me for you to do this. Good night Lyra, I hope this friend of yours can help me recover what's left of my memories." I say, giving her a quick hug before heading up the steps. She says nothing, but continues to stare at me as I ascend the steps.

I reach the room with ease, opening it with the door handle. I decided I wouldn't question those things either. Perhaps there is a lot of weird things in this world I have yet to see? I chuckle at the possibilities of this new world. I am without a doubt, a long way from home. I feel my adventurous side coming back as I quickly push it back. It's time to sleep, not for conquest of this strange new land. Which brings me back to the same question. What is home? Where is it? All I know is white. White, and sad as snow. That doesn't make very much sense since it doesn't really add up.

I sigh, as I enter the room. It's pretty basic. It's fairly large for a guest room, with a queen-sized bed in the center. To it's left is a small table with a lamp sitting upon it. On both sides of the bed, there is a window. On the right side of the bed, tucked away to the wall is a desk with a chair...Again with those chairs. Upon the desk I see several rolls of paper with some ink, or charcoal type substance. To the left and right of the desk is bookshelves, covered in books. Each row was filled with several different books of many colors and sizes. I silently curse myself for not knowing how to read their language as I remember that I love books. The whole aspect of literature has always had a place in my heart. Perhaps Lyra likes to read? I remember there being several papers of various notes and books scattered across the floor of her home, but being the modest person I am...Complaining about a mess is simply absurd. Especially if it's in somebody else's home.

To the far left corner, there is a closet, wardrobe if you must. i undress myself to my boxers, gently tucking away the warm clothes into the wardrobe. I tuck myself into the bed, feeling sleep's embrace coming to discover me. A small tinge of pain enters my heart as I realize how alone I am in this world. I just have one hope. I hope there is someone else out there like me. My hopes and thoughts are covered up in a flash of time as sleep finally wraps her calming embrace over me. Being easily seduced, I fall right into her loving embrace.

. . .

Owlicious 'ooed' once more, signaling the passing of another hour. The royal protege moaned loudly, most of the sound muffled by the mountain of books surrounding her. This certain scholar was busy trying to decipher the lost knowledge of a myserious creature only known as 'Father'. There is not a soul alive of the general public who would know of him.

The lavender-mixed student had tried every book, from every source, but to no avail. This 'Legend', was in fact real, but dated back to the first era. The mare, with her muzzle glued to the tomes, felt a migraine coming on. About to lose her mind, a small flash of light green to her left pushed back the pain. With the new found anthestetics known as interest, she hastily opened the scroll. "A letter from Lyra?"

Without further question, she began reading. her eyes moved across the letter with insane speed. But as her pupils grew in size, so did her speed. As her eyes came across the last few worlds, she paused. A thousand possible situations, a million questions, with a billion answers. She darted from her spot, grabbing a roll of fresh paper, and the finest ink.

Dear Princess Luna,

I am once again sending another letter regarding the studies of Father. I am sad to inform you that no matter how many scrolls, tomes, and notes I look through, I cannot find any record of the strange language. However, I have a feeling I am coming close to finding something that can.

On another report, I have just received word from a friend of mine, Lyra. She has taken responsibility to shelter a creature that she described to be walking on only two legs. I am to visit this creature in suns rise, in order to investigate its origins. Despite this, I still feel that the similarities between this new visitor and the legend are uncanny. I will report everything I find on Father, and this new creature to you as soon as possible.

Under your moon,

Twilight Sparkle