Thousand Son in Equestria, part 3 (CMC CHAOS HERETICS! YAY!)

>You have been sitting in the barn for a better part of eight hours, shutting different parts of your mind down to rest it
>You remain acutely aware of your surroundings, including the rising sun
>With the sun, comes the sounds of Applejack's farm. Cows chatting, a rooster crowing, and ponies talking
>Applejack walks out of her house, a smaller pony wearing a big red bow in tow
>The smaller pony stares at you in a frankly rude manner. Or to be more accurate, she stares at the design etched into your shoulder plate. She opens her mouth to ask something, but AJ cuts her off.
>"Alright, Anonymous, you're little meetin' with the Princess ain't till this evenin'. And seein' as I was kind enough to give you use of mah barn, and seein' as how you owe me for that apple stand, I think I've got a good way ta give you somethin' to do and to pay me back in the process."
>You really cannot find a fuck to give about that apple stand
>But she's right, you have nothing to do but think and wait until your meeting with some pampered xenos leader.
"Fine, Applejack. What do you ask of me, Anonymous, Sorcerer Supre-"
>"I want you to help me buck some apples, and then sell 'em."
>What.


"You want me to do WHAT?"
>"Come on, don't tell me ya've never bucked apples before? Don't they eat wherever you came from?"
"No, actually, we don't. Not anymore."
>"....Huh. Not the answer I was expectin'. Well come on, I'll show ya how ta do it."
>She turns and heads off towards the apple trees in the fields while you sigh and get to your feet.
>The smaller jumping pony is immediately at your side, babbling questions
>"Hi mister! Mah name's Applebloom! Applejack told me all about how ya wrecked her applestand yesterday! Is that what that Cutie Mark on your shoulder means? Your special talent is blowin' up objects? Can you teach me how to get one!"
>What
>No, really, what.
"Cutie...what?"
>"You know, the mark that shows yer special talent!"
>Come to think of it, you did find it strange that all the xenos on this world had tattoos on their hindquarters
>But you were somewhat distracted with other things....like trying to crush Pinkie Pie.
"No...Applebloom, was it? That mark denotes my Legion, the Thousand Sons. All my brothers recieved it when we were recruited."
>"Oh."
>She looks up at you, sad for a moment.
>Those eyes.
>The warp-energy filled space where your heart used to be melts


>You point to an emblem on your chest
"This, here, Applebloom, denotes my...special talent. It marks me as a member of the Athaneans. I am skilled at manipulating, and communicating with, minds."
>Her face lit up the second you said "special talent"
>A small part of you is warmed by that joyful expression. It reminds you of the initiates you used to help train.
>"Can you teach me to do that?"
"Probably not."
>She gets sad again.
"But I am sure there is more I can teach you. The arts of Chaos are many and varied. Perhaps one of them is your, uh, 'special talent.'"
>You very much doubt it, but you'd do damn near anything to see that smile again
>It's been a while since a living thing has smiled at you, even if it's a strange xenos horse-child.
>She seems a bit confused at the word 'Chaos', but that smile still comes back. She starts to speak, before Applejack's shouting interrupts.
>"GET YER LAZY FLANK OVER HERE, ANONYMOUS. WE GOT APPLES TA BUCK."
>Applebloom giggles and runs off towards her sister, while you sigh and follow.
>You could say no and just teleport again, but if they found you....the Whining might start again.
>That cannot be allowed to happen.
>You follow Applebloom into the trees, where you find Applejack....kicking a tree
"What in the Warp are you doing?"
>"What's it look like? I"m buckin' apples. Ya do it like so.."
>She lines up another kick, and the apples drop out of the tree, landing in a barrel placed expertly beneath them by Applebloom.
"So you want me to get the apples out of the trees, essentially?"
>"Eeeyup."
>You gather the warp.



>Really, such a task was simple, even IF the Warp was weird here and you couldn't use some of your more advanced techniques.
>You start telekinetically plucking apples and placing them in barrels. You get about a barrelfull before receiving a full force buck in your knee from a very angry Applejack.
>"Uh-uh, none of that fancy magic here, Mister Anon-y-mous. Yer gonna pay me back with yer own two h......uh, hands."
>You glare down at the orange xenos in front of you. How DARE she strike you fo-
>The Whining
"Right, no power, got it."
>She smiles at you smugly. You wouldn't be surprised if she was thinking exactly what you were thinking.
>Ah, she WAS thinking exactly what you were thinking. Along with something else...
>"Git outta mah head, or I'll get HER over here!"
>Right, apples.
>You turn and walk to the nearest apple tree, Applejack glaring at you the whole way while Applebloom leans against a barrell and muches on an apple.
>You lean back and strike the tree
>Bark splinters with a loud crack, and apples start falling into AB's bucket as she darts around and catches them
>That was strangely...cathartic
>You move from tree to tree, striking them each, one at a time, so that AB has enough time to gather the apples
>You have to admit that it is actually somewhat enjoyable
>Applejack's glare has transformed into an open-mouthed gape
>"What in tarnation? I ain't seen somep-someone that strong since Big Mac."
>You consider explaining to her how strong an Astartes is, but discard that thought quickly.


"How many more of these barrels must I fill before we are finished?"
>"Ah reckon that'll be enough, put em in the cart so we can head into town."
>You glance over and see she has said cart handy. You lift the barrels and put them into the cart
>Applejack detatches herself from the cart handles and hops in the back with the apples, Applebloom joins her
"How are we going to get the cart into town if you aren't pulling it, Applejack?"
>"That's easy, sugarcube, yer pullin."
>Oh Warp no.
"I'm no beast of burden, Applejack."
>"You say that like it's a bad thing, Anonymous. Now git' pullin' or I'll call Rarity on ya."
>You scowl and move to the front of the cart.
>She wants to see you pull? Fine, you'll pull. YOU'LL PULL THIS HORSE ALL THE WAY TO THE WARP.
>You grab both handles of the cart, and start running.
>"WHOAAA NELLY. SLOW DOWN THERE, ANONYMOUS!"



>GOTTA GO FAST
>You're churning up a bit of dirt as you run, but Applejack's panicked shouts are worth it
>If your lips were still physical you'd be grinning.
>Ponies dive out of the way as you charge your way into Ponyville, cart in tow.
>"The Horror! The Horror!
>"Oh sweet Celestia, it's back!"
>You run right into what looks like the market part of town, pulling to an abrupt stop in an empty position.
>Your step sends the apples, Applebloom, and Applejack flying, but you catch them with a fancy bit of telekinesis and set them neatly in the barrels and on the ground, respectively
>Applebloom is bouncing up and down
>"That was so fun! Can we do that again, Anonymous?"
>Her joy is real. It makes that peaceful part of you a bit giddy.
"Of course we can, tiny xeno-
>"The we can!"
>Applejack is glaring at you again, furious. Her hat is somehow still on her head. You aren't asking why.
>"Fer that little stunt, you get to man the stand! And if these apples ain't sold before yer meetin', I'mma go get Rarity to escort you on your way to Canterlot
>FUCKIN'
>XEEEEENOOOOOS
>"Dont worry, Anonymous, ah'll help ya sell'em!"
>Okay, Applebloom's alright


>Applejack huffs and trots off, heading towards a large white building on some other business
>You and Applebloom wait behind the stand, you're leaning against the wall trying to be non-threatening and she's holding her head in her hooves, bored.
>The only customer you've had is a mint-green unicorn who keeps staring at your gauntlets.
>It's starting to disturb you a little
>Seriously every other pony has avoided you like the plague, this one can't take her eyes off you
>"Anonymous?"
"Yes, Applebloom?
>"Don't ya know any weird magic that'll make people buy sum apples?"
>You don't really want to go around mind-controlling ponies into buying apples
>It seems like a waste
>But you have an idea
>You pick up an apple and face the crowded marketplace
"XENOS PONYFORMS! COME, AND LET ME TELL YOU OF THESE APPLES! SO DELICIOUS, THE DARK GODS THEMSELVES CANNOT RESIST THEIR SWEET TEMPTATION! I HAVE TRAVELED HERE THROUGH SPACE AND TIME FOR THE CHANCE TO TASTE THESE SWEET, JUICY APPLES! DARE YOU PARTAKE OF THAT WHICH CHAOS ITSELF DESIRES?"


>Okay, that kind of worked
>Some of the braver male ponies came over to buy some of the apples
>A few of the weaker-willed screamed and ran away as soon as you started talking
>Applebloom is staring at you and laughing
>The mint-green unicorn is back with a cream-colored pony
"YES, PONIES, COME AND TASTE THE FRUITS OF THE RUINOUS POWERS! FOR ONLY TWO-"
>You suddenly realize you don't know what alien horses use for currency
>Applebloom whispers to you
>"Bits, they're called bits."
"FOR ONLY TWO BITS AN APPLE, YOU CAN TASTE A FOOD SO DELICIOUS, IT LURED AN ALIEN FROM BEYOND SPACE AND TIME TO YOUR WORLD, JUST SO THAT HE MAY TASTE IT!"
>Okay you've got em now
>Ponies are trotting over, still hesitant, but the bits are flying onto the stand and Applebloom's practically hurling apples away
>For added effect, you bring the apple up to your helmet and disintigrate a chunk of it away, as if you had bitten it
>The crowd of ponies oohs and awwws, and soon most of the market has a bag of Sweet Apple Acres Apples
>Applebloom's gazing at you in awe
>"How'd you do that, Anonymous?"
"I used to know a Word Bearer. It's all like giving a sermon. Scare them and give them something new, and an old product suddenly looks interesting."
>"Wow..."
>That wasn't Applebloom.
>You lean over the stand, and see two new tiny horse-xenos
>An orange pony with purple hair, and a white pony with light purple and pink hair.
>Applebloom's face lights up
>"Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo! Did y'all see that!"


>"Heck yeah we did! Isn't this the thing that tore up Ponyville yesterday?"
>Yeah, but mah sister's got 'im helpin us on the farm to pay back. His name's Anonymous!"
>You wave politely. These must be Applebloom's friends.
"Charmed, I'm sure."
>They wave back. You spot the mint-green unicorn faint when she spots your fingers moving.
>Applebloom pipes up again
>And get this, girls! He's gonna show us how to get our cutie marks!"
>They give a sound that you can only describe as a squee, then grin and lean towards you as one
>It's adorable and frankly worrisome, like a baby daemonette
"Applebloom, I only said I'd explain Chaos to you, no-"
>Oh to the Warp with it
>You sigh
"Very well then, girls, come closer and I will tell you all about the glory of the Dark Gods! Perhaps by following them you will learn of your 'special talent.'


>They cluster in next to the stand, eyes wide and staring at you.
"Faith in the Ruinous Powers is not an easy path. There are some who call the worshipers of Chaos heretics, but these are the deluded ramblings of the servants of a Corpse God."
>You pause for effect. Havn't had to give this speech for a while.
"There are four Gods of Chaos."
"Father Nurgle, who loves all that lives, and shows that love in plague and disease for his followers."
>The pony kids give you a sickened look.
"Sensuous Slaanesh, She Who Thirsts, who asks its worshippers to live life to it's fullest and let no sensation go unfelt. Hers is speed, and sound, and pleasure."
>Scootaloo's eyes widen. Okay, you've got one of them interested.
>If you actually manage to convert one of these ponies to Chaos worship you don't know whether you'll laugh or kill yourself in shame.
"Then there is Mighty Khorne, who-"
>You pause.
>You're not sure how best to explain Khorne to a species that uses apple pies to assault a creature they consider a dangerous monster.
"There is Mighty Khorne, who thrives on the absence of purpose, and who gives his followers the strength to follow their desires and enact their rages."
>Applebloom grins at the word 'strength'.
"And lastly is mine own patron, Tzeentch. The Lord of Change and the Prince of Hope. His is lord of planners and schemers, and those who are always hopeful for a better tomorrow."
>Sweetie Belle has a delighted expression on her face that matches the others.
"By following these, the Dark Gods, we 'heretics' find our purpose in living."
>Their grins might be about to split their faces.


>You feel a sudden tremor in the Warp
>As if a thousand mouths cried out in horror, and were suddenly silenced
>You think you might have fucked up big time with that last line about purpose
>The three ponies look at you, then back at each other, and then inhale loudly
>"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER CHAOS HERETICS, YAY!"
>Oh god your sides
>If you still had lungs they would have burst from the levity that is flowing through you right now
>It is a good pain
>"I'm gonna serve Khorne!"
>"Why, Tzeentch is the best God!"
>"You're both wrong, Slaanesh is the best!"
>"Khorne!"
>"Slaanesh!"
>"Tzeentch!"
>They carry on arguing like that, turning around and running off down the street, still arguing.
>You can't shake the feeling that you really, really fucked up, but this is too hilarious to not laugh at.


>Applejack finds you like that, still laughing, over the empty apple barrels
>She whistles
>"I didn't think ya'd be able ta sell all those apples, but I guess I was wrong. Whar'd Applebloom get off to?"
>You calm yourself with an immense expenditure of effort, armored sides still shaking.
"She and...uh...Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle ran off. Something about Cutie Mark Crusades?"
>Applejack sighs knowingly
>"That filly ain't right, I tell ya what. Well come on, Twilight says the Princess is ready ta meet ya now."
>Oh joy
>You get to entertain some xenos monarch
"I'm absolutely ecstatic, believe me. Where should I go?"
>"Just head to Twilight's library, she said the carriage'll meet ya there."
"Very well. Thank you for the direction."
>"Not a problem."
>You rise from your lean and start walking towards the tree-house from yesterday.
>"Oh, and Anonymous?"
"Yes?"
>"Really, thanks for the help. Anythin' that sells apples that well is okay in mah book."
>You laugh again. These creatures were quick to forgive, apparently.
"Not a problem, Applejack. Punching trees was more enjoyable than expected."
>You head off.
>As expected, a chariot sits in front of Twilight's tree-library.
>Not expected, it is quite small.
>Seriously, how in Tzeentch's name is that supposed to carry you?


>The ponies at the front of it are armored in some sort of light mail, and they stare ahead without expression
>You carefully clamber in, feeling far too large to be sitting in this carriage
>They turn and look at you
"Ready when you are, gentle...beings. Good luck."
>They snort and flap their wings, getting ready for a running takeoff
>There's no way they can carry your weight
>Suddenly you leave the ground
>How da fuq?
>You extend your warp senses
>The whole carriage is ablaze with clean warp-sorcery
>Well that makes sense
>The view is quite nice as you make your way over the clouds. You see a white city, built into the side of a mountain
>You have seen better, but it is still a pleasing view.
>The carriage-ponies close in on a giant white castle, landing on an large platform emblazoned with a sun motif.
>One of the ponies turns his head to speak to you
>"Welcome to Canterlot, Celestia's Palace, uh..."
"Anonymous."
>"Right. The Princess is waiting for you in her dining room."
>You clamber out of the carriage and set foot on the stone
>Whoah
>Your warp-senses light up like a christmas tree. There is power here, power enough to make your armor rattle.
>And Chaos
>BREAK THE STATUE
>You sense Chaos too.


>You carefully make your way out of the balcony and into what must be the dining room.
>A massive marble table lays before you, layed out with a spread that would make a Space Wolf drool
>Pastries of all sorts and description line the table
>The sense of power is strong here
>"You must be Anonymous."
>You look up from the food
>BY THE GODS, THE LIGHT
>Your warp senses blaze in agony, like you just stared into the sun for hours
>You expected a xenos monarch, perhaps something like an eldar farseer, or one of the tyranid bioforms
>This is something far beyond that
>This is not even a daemon
>You remember a battle you once had against the craftworld Eldar, when they summoned one of their Avatars, a blazing god-shard of Warp power
>This thing, this being before you, is like hundreds of those Avatar-shards smashed together into one being
>You cut off your warp senses and look at her with your eyes.
>A white horse, tall enough to come up to your waist, sits on her haunches at the head of the table.
>Her hair is an aurora, and massive white wings flare out from her back. A large horn protrudes from her forehead, and her face is wearing an expression of concern.
>"Are you alright, Anonymous"
>No, you are not alright
>You are fucking terrified
>Only a Daemon Prince has ever seemed this powerful to you.
"I am fine. You must be...Celestia?"
>"Princess Celestia, thank you. Have a seat. We have much to discuss."


>You sit your ceramite ass down on a nearby cushion
>Celestia's horn glows, and a donut floats up to her
>"Donut? They're delicious. Pony Joe makes the best."
"No, thank you, Princess. I am not hungry."
>Her face hardens a bit.
>"You wouldn't be, would you?"
>She takes a bite out of the donut
>What the FUCK is that supposed to mean?
"I'm not sure what you mean, Princess."
>She swallows the donut bite
>"Then let's be honest with each other, Anonymous. I know little about you. By your trappings and actions you are a creature of war and Chaos. You smell of the tainted Warp that the Old Ones warned me of. Yet you have not harmed my little ponies. Were you an overt threat, I would have just crushed you."
>You don't doubt that. Even without trying to sense her, you can feel the warp energy flowing off of her.
"Princess, your powers of perception are evident. I am a warrior and sorcerer. And I mean it when I say I mean your....ponies no harm. I came here through some accident of the Warp, and this land is...curious to me. The rest of the galaxy is so full of Chaos, full of power-"
>"The War in Heaven is to blame for that," you hear Celestia mutter
"But this place is quiet in the Warp. It is peaceful here. I am more at ease here than I have been for ten thousand years."
>She lets out a tiny smile at that.
"I seek only to learn. Such is the desire of the Thousand Sons."
>Her smile grows a little colder
>"Then I suppose we share a purpose today. I also wish to learn."
>You feel a tiny headache coming on.




>The headache blossoms into a full blown migraine
>You don't even have a physical brain
>You know what this is
>Celestia's trying to get inside your mind
>You can't keep her out. But you are an Athanean, you can do better than that.
>The headache eases, and with a flare of her horn, Celestia is in
>She sees your childhood, on Prospero's plains. She sees the Great Crusade. Magnus, your gene-sire. The Council of Nikea. The Burning of Prospero.
>The Heresy
>The Rubric
>10 thousand years of war, all in vengeance against the Emperor who abandoned you and your brothers
>As she gets in your mind, you slip in hers.
>She is old. So very old. You see flashes, glimpses of some battle against xenos skeletons made of living metal.
>The founding of her world. The Old Ones
>The draconequus
>BREAK THE STATUE
>FREE ME
>RELEASE CHAOS UPON THIS WORLD.
>You disengage from that memory, shaking.
>Another memory.
>A.....sister?
>Her sister, falling? Falling to Chaos? And Celestia, bani-
>"GET. OUT."
>You are shoved out of her mind as she withdraws from yours.
>You look across from you.
>The air is shimmering, and the donut in her magic's grip is nothing but ash
>The marble table at her end is glowing cherry red.
>You dun goofed.


>Her eyes are glowing, like Twilight's, but painfully bright
>She closes them, and visibly composes herself
>"I...I suppose that was only fair, considering I was doing the same. But if you try to look at my mind again, I will not hesitate to hurl you screaming into the sun."
>You don't doubt it
"I apologize, Princess. But if you saw what I think you saw, you must realize that a desire for knowledge is a fundamental part of my nature. Magnus would not have chosen me if this was not so."
>She sighs, and picks up a cup of tea
>"I did indeed see in your head, Anonymous, and it disturbed me. The....things you and your 'brothers' give praise to, they remind me too much of...Discord."
>You've heard that name before
>BREAK THE STATUE
"Twilight told me about that creature. It does sound...familiar."
>Celestia lets out a dainty snort
>"It should. Your 'Tzeentch' and Discord sound to similar for my liking. But we'll get to that later. Tell me about your day. I'd like to hear how you act around my subjects."
>Strange set of priorities, but you don't want to get hurled into the sun.
"It was uneventful. Applejack requisitioned my aid in selling apples to pay back for my destruction of her apple stand upon my arrival. And Applebloom and the 'Cutie Mark Crusaders,' asked me about Chaos, so I taught them th-"
>"YOU DID WHAT!?"
>Her teacup shatters
>Shit.


>The view really IS beautiful up here.
>You think it's funny that you can only appreciate the bright sky and the fluffy clouds when you're busy being hurled through the air by an enraged xenos god-empress
>You've so far smashed through a wall, a balcony, and what you think was a stone statue
>Ah, there we go
>Final impact
>You slam into the ground, driving a huge divot into the earth.
>Celestia floats out of the hole in the castle walls, her eyes glowing like the sun on her flank.
>She floats above you, leaning down and shouting.
>"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU MIGHT HAVE DONE? THEY LET HIM OUT THE FIRST TIME, WHAT MADE YOU THINK TEACHING THEM ABOUT CHAOS WA-"
>The sound of her anger is deafening.
>You are sure parts of your armor are coming loose because of it.
>You see some of the statues falling and shattering from the sound of her voice
>The sound of their shattering snaps her out of it, and she looks around, suddenly...afraid?
>BREAK THE STATUE
>You look up
>BREAK ME, YOU HUMAN FOOL, AND RECIEVE MY MAGNIFICENCE
>A statue
>A chimera, a monster formed of different creatures
>The power...
>It's like Celestia's, but greater, and in it
>It's Chaos
>Sweet, sweet Chaos
>At last
>All you have to do is just topple it, and you can bring Chaos to this world
>Your lord, your master, Tzeentch, calls to you in that statue
>You can hear the voices again
>"Anonymous!"
>A violent telekinetic force pulls you away, bringing you eye to eye with Celestia
>She's staring at you, concern, rage, and a little shame on her features.
>"I...I should not have done that. But the idea of my little ponies being so forcibly exposed to your....Chaos...concerns me."


>She's trying to distract you
>IGNORE HER. TZEENTCH COMMANDS IT.
>No. Answers first.
"Celestia. That statue. That's Discord, isn't it?"
>She hesitates
>"Yes. Anonymous. That is Discord."
>Discord. Chaos. That's the source. The willspring of Chaos you could use to transform this world.
>Visions assault you
>You obtaining Daemonhood upon Discord's release. Equestria drowning in Chaos as you forcibly change it into a daemon world. Celestia, corrupted and under Tzeentch's command. You see yourself riding her into a war, Death on a Pale Horse spreading Chaos' flames across the Galaxy. The ponies....the ponies...
>No.
>No, you aren't going to do that. Not to the ponies. Not the likes of Applebloom.
>They are innocent. Truly innocent. No xenos treachery, no base devotion to a Corpse Emperor.
>FREE ME.
>Celestia's eyeing you warily
>"Anonymous?"
"Celestia, put me down. Let's talk somewhere that's...not here."
>You are tempted
>Sweet Tzeentch, you are tempted
>But you are not a slave
>You give them praise, but your choices are your own to make
>That is the promise of Chaos, of Tzeentch.
>Freedom to choose, to hope.
>And the galaxy you hope to make looks too much like Equestria for you to break that statue.


>You and Celestia make your way back into her dining room
>Some of the rubble has already been cleared away.
>Celestia's been eyeing you the whole time. There is a small smile on her face.
"What is so amusing?"
>"You are resilient. I know he must have tried to reach out to you. And you resisted. That kind of strength tells me all I need to know about letting you stay among my ponies."
>You grunt
"Good to know. So no more hurling me through walls?"
>She blushes
>"None of that."
>As you take a seat on the cushions again, you see a smaller midnight-blue alicorn round the corner.
>"Sister, the guards are reporting a disturbance! Are you hurt? Did the visito-"
>She cuts off when she spots you.
>You can sense her in the Warp, like Celestia. She is a dark beacon.
>There is a taint there.
>The touch of Chaos.
>This must be the sister.
>She is looking at you, and you look back.
>Without speaking, you both nod. You both see Chaos' hand in each other. She turns a smile on an increasingly confused Celestia.
>"Well I see our guards concern was unwarranted, dear sister. I leave you to your guest."
>Celestia turns and arches an eyebrow at you.
>"Care to explain?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
>She lets out what sounds like a giggle, but you refuse to believe that an unstoppable god-xenos who just tossed you through several walls is capable of giggling.


>You both sit quietly at the table as Celestia helps herself to more tea and a biscuit.
"So...."
>"Hmmm?"
"What happens now, Celestia?"
>"Well now, you go back to Ponyville, and I am free to tell my faithful student that she need not worry about an interesting new source of knowledge being hurled into space, and that her friend need not worry about losing such an effective worker."
>You let out a sound that might be mistaken for a content grunt
>"And I can tell Pinkie Pie that you wont' miss her party."
>This time the grunt is a lot less content.
>Celestia giggles again
>"You will enjoy it, I'm sure. I am told there is no party like a Pinkie Pie party."
"I'm sure there's no pony and no person like Pinkie Pie. I'm not quite convinced that she isn't Slaanesh in disguise."
>Celestia's eyes harden ever so slightly.
>"That reminds me. Talk to the Cutie Mark Crusaders about that talk you had with them earlier."
"I will, Princess."
>"Celestia is fine, Anonymous. Do you need a ride back?"
" I can ride the warp back to Ponyville."
>"Of course. Well ta-ta for now, Anonymous. I hope for a more pleasant conversation in the future."
>You stand, sketching out a shallow bow to the Princess as you make your leave.
>With a crack of sound and displaced light, you teleport back to Applejack's barn.
>There is a pink letter sitting on a hay bale near where you rested last night
>Apparently you have a party to attend tomorrow.