MLP : Guardians are magic

MLP:Guardians

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Book the Fifth a.k.a Choices

We stared at the book. I shook my head saying, "Really? A prophecy about some savior that will rid the whole of Equestria of the chaos that may or may not exist. How much do you really trust this princess of yours. . . on second thought don't answer that, you trust her enough to believe the prophecy, ergo, you believe that this era of chaos is on your door step. I think your all just being very silly with this. I mean, how do you predict something that won't even happen in your lifetime?” Rainbow Dash seemed to think my observation about their believe in the prophecy was a direct insult to either the princess or her self, haven't bothered to ask her what she was mad about yet, anyway she flew up into my face and in a suspicious tone, “How do we know that your not one of these forces of chaos in disguise, huh. You seemed suspicious today. With the titles and everything.” I took a step back and sighed as she flew up to into my face again. “If I was one of these forces of chaos that was written about don't you think I would have offered to help you? Think about it hot-head, if I had wanted to enslave every-pony don't you think that I would have offered to help and fight these things,” I motioned to the book pretending not to have the words to describe the other humans that would come, and ultimately need to be destroyed, “and get you all to lower your guard around me then strike,” I countered making the point as simple as possible so that even someone has dim as an infuriated Rainbow Dash could connect the dots in my mind. I wasn't disappointed as Rainbow Dash backed off and looked kind of apologetic, “Alright, but I've got my eye on you. Put one hoof out of line and I'll flatten you.” I resisted the urge to laugh maniacally that was rising for some reason and merely said, “If it comes to that. . . make sure your quick enough to stop me before I notice you. You won't succeed then.” It appeared as though Rainbow Dash took this as a personal challenge as we shook hooves on it. We slowly meandered back into the party.

The party slowly wound down (fun choice of words 'wound down') and everyone began going back to their respective houses The doctor was waiting by the door. “So. . . ,” the Doctor began, “I assume you've heard about the prophecy?” “Yeah,” I replied, slightly annoyed, “Don't tell me you think it's me that it's talking about?” He walked over to me to whisper the next part in my ear, “I don't think, I know.” He backed off and I stared at him, the sudden seriousness in his voice. He looked behind me and said, “I'll be waiting at the house. Key's under the mat, see you.” I turned to see where he was looking and saw Vinyl walking up to me with a rather sophisticated looking gray earth pony beside her. “Yo, Tyler,” Vinyl started, “How was your day of hanging around town?” I smiled and replied, “It was fine. I think I met some interesting ponies today. Much more interesting ponies than back home. Although that just might be the exotic travel talking.” I turned to the pony next to Vinyl, “And if I may be graced with your name miss. . .” The gray pony somewhat curtsied a bit and said, “Octavia, and you must be Tyler. Not as ill-mannered as I imagined when Vinyl was describing you.” I took the insult with a straight face and bowed my head, hopefully filling out courtesy. “Well now that introductions are out of the way think you can help me out,” Vinyl asked looking at the stage I could see that she had been able to pack most of her equipment and had been able to move most of it off. I nodded and walked over to the stage. I got a weird look from Vinyl and it forced me to ask, “I'm not helping with the stuff on the stage?” I seemed to tell a joke as Octavia started laughing and Vinyl covered her face with her hooves, probably trying to hide her own laughter. “No, I can get that, but I won't be able to carry all of that stuff to my house. I'll run out of energy,” she said calming down. I nodded somewhat stupidly, recalling that unicorns used up their stamina to use their magical abilities. I walked out and saw a cart there and hitched myself onto it while Vinyl loaded her equipment into the back. She tapped my shoulder and I turned to her. She nodded and we were off. We hadn't been walking far, (about 5 seconds), when Vinyl asked, “How do you know Dr. Whooves? You friends? He came here alone about a few months ago, he doesn't talk much unless it's to Derpy.” I thought about it for a moment and replied, “We were friends once, then we got into a fight over a girl. In the end it turned out she was only after us so we would fight. She broke up a good friendship and I always regretted fighting with him. I just hope that there is still a chance to make it up to him.” Octavia walked up on my other side and tried to comfort me, “That must have been hard. I hope he forgives you.” I shook my head, “It's not that. He will. He's always like that, always seeing the best in ponies, always giving every-pony a second chance. It's the fact that he will never ever forget it. He won't ever bring it up but he will always remember about how terribly I treated him.” I just then realized that he and I would have to make up a pony that we had 'fought' over and we reached Vinyl's house. I dropped off her stuff and said goodbye as we parted ways. I thought hard about a name but couldn't come up with one. I didn't realize it but I found myself in front of a familiar blue box. I hit my head against the door and sat down in surprise. The Doctor opened the door and looked at me. “What have you been thinking about,” the Doctor asked. I replied, “I told Vinyl and Octavia that we were old friends that got into a fight over a girl, and now I need to think of a name of a girl.” The Doctor thought about it for a moment and said, “Rose. Her name is Rose.” I looked at the Doctor and nodded, then asked, “Who's Rose? Was she an old friend?” The Doctor looked back into the TARDIS and sighed, “She was a friend and a good companion. Now she's gone.” I was about to ask him what he meant by 'gone' but after seeing him lost in thought I thought against it. I changed the subject, “So, where do I sleep?” The Doctor seemed to snap out of his thoughts for a moment as he replied, “Down that hall, last door on the right.” I nodded and went to the bedroom and fell into the bed almost instantly falling to sleep.