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Scytale said:
Okay, that’s… strange.Would your newfound Twilight Insight give you any indication of what the hay just happened? Maybe use the Lens of Honesty to check if there’s tomfoolery at work?
You roll a 15 (required 10). Success!
Amusing as it is to have become an alicorn, you can’t help but feel as though it may be some kind of elaborate prank. If the disappearance of the wishing booth didn’t give it away, then surely your lens of honesty could.
You use Lens of Honesty… but nothing happens.
Admittedly, looking at your feathered wings through the lens causes your confidence to falter for a moment. They are no illusion after all… but perhaps they could still be the result of some other kind of spell you don’t know about. With that in mind, you tentatively activate your antimagic toggle bracelet.
You use Antimagic Toggle Bracelet… but nothing happens.
Still an alicorn. At this point, you begin to question whether any of this is real. Wait, that’s it: you must have fallen asleep, and this is all a dream! You decide to ask your oracle friend what she thinks.
Moonflower: “Nuh uh, this is super real! But if the stars didn’t do it, then it would’a had to be somepony with crazy strong magic!”
Apple Basket: “That’s true. Princess Twilight made it sound like turnin’ you into a guy was a mighty big deal. I reckon this is a bigger deal, right?”
You agree. But if this is real, then… could it be?
Have you actually become an alicorn?
Not just a pegasus or a unicorn, but an alicorn; a creature of legend so exceptional that aside from you, only five others are currently known to Equestria — all of them princesses.
You realize that if it were truly so simple as wishing upon a star to become one, then nearly every filly and colt would sooner claim their wings and horns. For you, of all ponies, to have been granted this power, surely there must have been some kind of mistake.
Moonflower: “I dunno. How do princesses normally become alicorns?”
Apple Basket: “Uh, pardon?”
Moonflower: “Is it kinda like oracles? ’Cause Blazer did the whole trial with me. Maybe the stars decided my champion should get some cool reward, too!”
As thankful as you would be, you can’t imagine that to be the case. While you may have been in the right place at the right time, you don’t feel like you’ve done anything deserving of such reward — aside from your masterful flirting triumphs, that is.
Besides, you would have expected the transformation process to be a little more… involved? Instead, you can hardly remember it being more than a flash. No ritual, no fanfare, not even a musical number. You had barely started thinking about your wish, and it was over in…
… the snap of a claw…
You squint. That laughter you heard, didn’t it sound suspiciously familiar? You rub your chin with a hoof, trying to remember where you might have heard it before. However, as you dig through your memories, it is the voice of Princess Celestia that resurfaces.
Celestia: “… I now realize that our first meeting was no mere coincidence. Somehow, Discord must have taken interest in you and your quest. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that he’d been secretly following you along your journey…”
Your eyes widen. Discord. When you first met Princess Celestia, she had been reduced to a young filly in spite of her alicorn magic. That was his doing. Could this be as well? Could he truly be so powerful?
Moonflower: “Ooh‼ I remember that! But if that was Discord, do you think he made the wishin’ booth jus’ for us? That would be super nice of him!”
Apple Basket: “Uh… I feel like I missed somethin’, but if this Discord fella’s makin’ our wishes come true, then I ain’t complainin’.”
Moonflower: “Heeheehee!”
You can’t be certain of it just yet, as whoever is responsible declined to reveal themselves, but that’s your best theory so far — and it may just be sound enough for you to not lose any sleep over it.
Speaking of which, your pocket watch indicates ten past twelve. Here and there, lit windows begin to dim as ponies settle in warm beds after a long, satisfying first day of autumn.
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