Log Twelve - Chapter Eleven

If there's one thing Discord loved to do, it's pulling surprises.  The moment I heard those last words, 'Well why don't you go and find out?', and noticed that mischievous smile of his, I suspected he was gonna pull a fast one on me.  That's Discord for ya, though.

I'll be completely honest here - elucidating the intricacies on how teleportation works is far beyond my own extent of knowledge and comprehension.  So I'll just skim to the matters at hand.

The featureless whiteness shrouding every corner of my vision was periodically fading away.  I repeatedly blinked as means to hasten the dissipation, although it was useless since it had no sign of effect.  I waited another minute until I recovered enough sight to notice a wooden wall before me.  Everything was still gray, but the color soon returned to me as I was able to distinguish the colors of the wooden wall.

Peach pink.  That's all there was on this smooth, wooden wall.   I whirled around to see several rows of bookshelves, each shelf crammed to the brim with organized books that varied in colors and bulging sizes, thus evoking the indication that this was without doubt a library.  Correction - The Golden Oak Library, evidently known as Twilight's humble tree home.  I could easily tell because I've been here before and by surveying my surroundings; likewise there's the two pedestals opposite from one another to lay books atop of.  There's the stairs with three pink hearts -- a tad girly for my taste if you ask me -- engraved on the risers which I'd presumed they lead up towards Twilight's bedroom on the second floor.  I've heard there's a basement, but never had I been down there yet.  And let's not forget the perfectly round table centred at the ground floor with a morbidly-disturbing wooden pony head figure standing atop of it.

I then looked up pointedly and lo and behold there's a gigantic sun symbol plastered on the ceiling, a symbol that echoed Celestia's cutie mark.  That, was actually new to me.  Was it always there before or...?  Well, I decided this wasn't the appropriate time to dawdle around asking myself pointless questions when I should be wondering where Twilight and Spike went seeing as the whole ground floor was barren of its occupants, except for an owl who had just woken up from my out-of-nowhere intrusion.

Ah yes.  Twilight's pet.  What was the owl's name?  I couldn't think on the top of my head.  Owlicious?  Owloysius?  Well, I guessed it really didn't matter.  Far as I was aware, the owl is sentient enough to understand english language, so I sauntered over to the nocturnal creature as to show I wasn't nervous or unfriendly.

"Oh hey, Owloysius," I greeted calmly, uncertain if I pronounced the name correctly.

"Who," hooted the owl sitting on its tall perch, eyes levelled with mine.

I cocked a brow.  "What do you mean who?  I'm referring to you, Owloysius."

"Who," Owloysius repeated.

"You," I said, pointing at the bird matter-of-factly.

"Who."

"You," I said with a sagging frown.

"Who," the owl repeated for the fourth time.

I facepalmed irritably.  "For the last time y-" I quickly paused and took a smack of realization to the face.  "Ah, right.  You're an owl.  Forgot that's the only thing you creatures can say."  I lightly chuckled, awkwardly embarrassed how foolish I had made myself look.  Luckily there wasn't anyone else around to witness the entire scene.  "Promise you won't mention this to anyone?" I asked.

"Who." Owloysius replied.

"Good girl," I acknowledged with a satisfied grin and received a confused frown in return.

Suddenly, intense rays of blinding light from outside spontaneously beamed through all the windows, showering the ground with sparkling illumination .  I shaded myself temporarily until it died down seconds after.

That was... short-lived, I thought as I approached the front door.

"Twilight... is that you?" I heard someone's voice from beyond the door.  It was muffled, but I could determine whose voice that belonged to.  A myriad of gasps followed afterwards.

Gently prodding the wooden gate slightly forward, ensuring the hinges don't creak but enough to get a clean view, I peeked through the crack.  Outside under the silverish glow were six ponies and a baby dragon.  There's Applejack, the orange pony with the stetson cowboy hat.  The pink, poofy-maned pony was obviously Pinkie Pie.  Rainbow Dash, known for her cyan fur and exclusive rainbow-colored mane and tail.  The pearly-white unicorn was Rarity given she'd be the only one to have her purple mane and tail meticulously styled.

And there was my sunshine and happiness; my little butterfly, Fluttershy.

Oh and Twilight Sparkle.

The purple unicorn steadily stood up on fours and wings majestically burst forth, proudly stretching to their fullest extent for flair.

Awe-inspiring to say the least but-

Hold the phone!  Wings?  Twilight didn't have wings to begin with.  She was a plain, wingless unicorn.  She now had both wings and a horn.  When did this happen?  If this means what I think this means then...  Oh snap.  Slack-jawed, I quickly readjusted my composure and watched by as the five ponies and dragon marveled at their friend's new transformation.

Applejack trotted near Twilight, bringing a hoof close to her own jaw.  "Ah...  Ah never seen anything like it," she said.

"I've never seen anything like it either," I seconded aloud.

Each of the ponies and the baby dragon directed their attention toward my whereabouts.

Their eyes widened.  "Rick?!" they blurted out in unison and in shock upon my appearance.  All except Fluttershy, whom continued staring at me, dumbfounded.

I stood in front of Twilight's house, waving a hand and itching the back of my neck with the other.  "Uh... hi," I said.  "Hope I haven't interrupted anything important but I thought I'd-"

Abruptly, Fluttershy bolted past her friends in a blur and lunged at me so hard I fell to the ground.  I wheezed when her hooves wrapped themselves around my stomach in a vice grip as she dug her face deep into my chest.  I could hear her sobbing as she rubbed her face further into me.  Stretching a fatherly smile, I returned the embrace with a warm hug of my own, content that everything was back to the way things were.

The ceremonial embrace was interrupted when the newly promoted alicorn spoke up, "Rick?  When...  Where...  How did you get here?" she asked confusedly.

"Magic," I snorted wryly.