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Post by Selenia on Mar 1, 2014 12:40:10 GMT -5
Pain. All Selenia could think was pain. She was back on the floor of a collapsed building in Canterlot, bleeding out through a shredded left side, gasping for breath as the battle that wounded her raged some meters away. She remembered a flash... Red? RedCharge, yes, RedCharge. He had arrived out of nowhere, and taken her somewhere. A hospital? She couldn't remember. Everything was a blur. The pain had stopped, and she remembered floating through something, space, the ether maybe. It was so peaceful. Everything was all-right there, why couldn't she go back? Then, glowing eyes, that gaping maw that tore through the glistening curtain of silver. Selenia could hear her own heart hammering away in fear. No time to think, just run. But, she couldn't. Her own consciousness was shoved back, but she could still see everything, like being pushed away from a singular window by a crowd. She remembered watching as her body got up, she had willed it to obey, but it didn't. Red played across her vision again, and then a massive flash, and... a fight? Red. Then it all came flooding back. Oh dear Luna, she remembered everything.
Selenia shot bolt upright in he hospital bed in a cold sweat, hyperventilating and all. The nurse groggily tending to her attached instruments tumbled over with a yelp. Selenia's eyes darted around the room, frantically taking in her surroundings, her mind desperately clawing for any purchase to find its way back inside her head and stay there. A hoof immediately found its way to her left cheek, then all around the rest of her left side, poking and prodding experimentally. Nothing was missing. Her body seemed to think that was cause enough to lower the alarm, and Selenia was instantly hit with a wave of exhaustion that flopped her back down on the bed with a groan. She was in a hospital, by Luna, she was in a hospital and she was healed. She lazily turned her head to look around the place some more, and it was then that she noticed the dozen or so other ponies confined to similar beds, neatly organized around the room with a myriad of medical staff in various states of uniform.
The toppled nurse finally got her bearings and stood up again, quickly trotting over to the bedside. "Miss-" She glanced at a paper pinned to the bed, "-Selenia, how are you feeling?" She asked in a voice that read heavily of stress and sleep-deprivation. "What happened... Where am I?" Selenia lamely managed. Stupid question, she thought. The city invasion and the battle over the AA tower had ended, and now she was in the hospital with the rest of the injured citizens. "Well, Royal Advisor RedCharge said you had been out for a while when he deposited you here, so I'll give you the summary." Summary? What summary? And where was Red after all? Selenia felt a tiny pit of dread forming at her core as she rolled over and faced the ceiling, bracing for whatever the nurse had to say. "The official, though seemingly outdated preliminary report by Dr. Silverlake that I have here," she lightly shook a piece of paper, "Says that you were to be sent to the morgue." Selenia's stomach dropped. She was supposed to be dead? "A-and?" She choked out. The nurse just put the form down and looked her in the eye. "Clearly that's not the case, so I'll ask again; How are you feeling?" Selenia just shook her head in disbelief. "I could be better, to be completely honest." The nurse just shrugged.
"How did the battle go?" Selenia suddenly asked, which froze the nurse in place. Selenia watched as a sad frown filled her features. Oh no. "As I said," she began, "You've been out for a while..." She walked closer to the head of the bed and looked at the floor. "Everypony here has been working for hours on end to care for the wounded, some massive bird-thing tore open the sky right in the middle of the naval battle, Canterlot was destroyed- the entire city was leveled. Nopony would have survived if not for the Princess."
Selenia didn't remember any naval battle, and she certainly didn't remember any sky titan, if the books were accurate, but those didn't even cross her mind. It felt as though her entire life had been flipped upside-down. 'Canterlot was destroyed.' After a good ten seconds, she was able to respond.
"What did you say?"
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Post by Mortar Retort on Mar 2, 2014 4:40:35 GMT -5
”What do you mean!? I have every right-”
Nearby, beyond the white fabric partition separating Selenia from the rest of the ward, there was the clear sign of some-sort of clamor erupting between some ponies. One ill tempered mare, by the voice – which oddly broke lower when they erupted with another protest. The others involved sounded as if they were nurses, frustrated this one pony was putting up a fuss.
”I demand that I speak with whoever is in charge here. This injustice cannot continue, Luna help me!”
The nurses attempts to console were met with greater resistance, forcing the disruptive pony to slam their hoof down like an ill-mannered foal. The ward suddenly grew very quiet as attention was being drawn to the confrontation unfolding just a few hoof-steps away. Selenia's nurse excused herself for a moment to peek out between the curtains, where she paused, sighed and turned back to continue checking on the Selenia and her vitals. The nurse had inadvertently left the curtain just parted enough for the scene outside to be viable. There, a blue-gray mare – or least she appeared to be a mare, though she was oddly sporting a masculine figure in a perplexing gender amalgamation, almost as if in flux between male and female. She was also sporting a peculiar, though perhaps, all-to-familiar fez upon her frazzled mane. Her horn was alight with magic as she struggled with several of the nurses over a box labeled, 'potions'.
”You want potions, and I want to examine the mare, the one brought in by that Red Charge fellow. I heard she died, then got better and as an esteemed professional in my field, it is of the utmost importance that I have a chance to study this. You buffoons with you're fancy degrees and scalpels couldn't possibly understand the magnitude this is to the alchemical field. Now, either point me in the right direction, or this box and the rest my team has developed will find a triage unit that is more cooperative.”
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Post by Red Charge on Mar 14, 2014 15:52:15 GMT -5
"Excuse me are you purposely holding back those potions from those who need aid and condition their release into the hands of healers for your selfish morbid desires? Because I would be more than happy to give YOU an extremely rare condition to study if that's the case." A soft voice said as a large unicorn approached Retort from behind, nostrils flaring.
"I should just have you arrested, both for trying to harass a patient and for speaking such rot in a medical pavilion." The unicorn cracked his neck muscles ominously, before peeking his head behind Selenia's curtain, revealing himself to be none other than her master Red Charge. "I'll be right with you, Selenia, as soon as I get rid of this cretin."
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Post by Selenia on Mar 19, 2014 12:20:31 GMT -5
Selenia was snapped out of her reverie by the frustrated voice of another pony. Selenia scrunched her nose as the voice continued to rant, she could have sworn she recognized that voice from somewhere. As the clamor continued, she slowly became aware that all noise from the rest of the ward had quieted down, no doubt everyone was eyeing this fracas with contempt, as it was in the middle of a hospital. Her nurse went to check the commotion, and left the curtain open when she returned. Selenia knew she had heard that voice before.
It was none other than Mortar Retort, the rather eccentric alchemist who Selenia had fought alongside against the cult back in the day. Retort had even been on one of the other teams for the final ritual, if she remembered correctly. That was the last time Selenia had seen her. She was about to try pushing herself out of bed to say hi when Retort launched into another tirade. Selenia slowly sunk back into her bed and flushed with embarrassment; Retort was here to find her and study her due to her special case, but she didn't know that the pony she sought was Selenia. Oh dear. Retort was tossing around threats and insults and general unpleasantness in such a way that even Selenia couldn't miss the creased brows of doctors and even patients around the ward. As soon as Retort found her way in, all those angry stares would be directed at Selenia as well.
Selenia sighed in defeat and tried to think up something that would satiate Retort and her curiosity, but with the interruption of yet another all too familiar voice, she knew she wouldn't have to. Red's voice was unmistakable as it cut through Retort's argument with some scathing words of his own. A few seconds later his head poked through the curtain. Selenia instantly sat up a little straighter and almost cut him off, but during his training she had learned to wisely hold her tongue. Pushups lost their simplistic charm around 250 or so. She was able to catch him before he returned to Retort, however, "Take it easy on her, Red," she informed as she sagged back down a little, "Retort's a friend, she's just curious." She hoped that would be enough to keep Retort from getting blasted, then she had some questions Red would no doubt have the answers to.
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Post by Mortar Retort on Mar 21, 2014 0:53:22 GMT -5
As Retort was about to unleash another tongue lashing at the more nurses and flustered doctor, a great shadow fell over her from behind. Without seeing who it could possible be, she felt a great power, a formidable force like a sentinel on-high. Slowly she turned to see who had the gall to accost a mare such as herself, and came snout to snout with a very large, and very red, unicorn stallion. ”Well aren't you a big fella... all rippling with muscle.” She nervously said, nibbling her lower lip. ”Why, I bet you could crush my bones to dust in an instant. Have you ever thought about a career in wrestling? I hear it's all staged but you – you could make a killing.” She said as she slowly rubbed the exposed fur on this front left leg. ”So firm – ah, but no need for any arrests, I'm just a little mare in the pursuit of the noble science of alchemy. I meant no harm, merely bartering.” Laying on puppy-dog eyes for Red Charge, acting as innocent as a new born foal.
She anxiously watched as the lumbering beast of a unicorn check-in on the patient closest to where she was standing now. Her ear twitched as she caught the stallion speak the pony behind the curtain's name. Selenia, she thought, she knew that name. Then it struck her, the unicorn mare from the trek to the Equiterian Ruins, the black coated one. What fortunate timing! ”Selenia!? Is that you hiding behind the curtain!?” She exclaimed, tossing the crate of potions to the nurses and doctor with her magic as if forgetting she was even trying to barter with them – not that she actually planned to withhold the medicine, but it was the only bartering chip she had to bluff with. ”What a pleasant surprise!” She trotted over to the curtain, brushing rudely against Red Charge as she peered through the opening, ”It has been far too long. Surprised you recognized me! Had a little accident a few weeks back, somewhat removed my more stallion qualities. Good news now is that I can wear a pretty dress in public and not get awkward stares!” She smiled a toothy grin ear to ear, her eyes glancing over and up to Red Charge as if saying, 'see, no trouble, we're all friends here' as her coat glistened with a nervous sweet. ”It's a comfort thing. But enough about me, how have you been?”
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Post by Red Charge on Apr 3, 2014 1:58:39 GMT -5
"Mortar Retort?" Red Charge tapped his chin in thought, "My memory must be going because I am pretty certain you were a male." The armored unicorn said with a frown, then hearing Retort's remark about losing his more 'stallion qualities'. Red Charge shrugged, there were spells like these, mostly in aesthetics clinics, if that's what he wanted...
"If I'm not mistaken, Mortar Retort, you were a member of Strike Team Phoenix and now that I come to think about it, both of you were in strike teams in the Final Ritual and both of you were also at some point in one of my daughter's expeditions into Equiterian Ruins, weren't you?" He mused.
"Can't say I expected you to be dim enough to distress the nursing staff in a field hospital after the nation's capital was destroyed, but then after judging your performance in the strike team and Hind Sight's insistence that you are never allowed into any expedition ever again... it's starting to piece together."
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Post by Selenia on Apr 4, 2014 17:33:38 GMT -5
Selenia facehoofed so hard it hurt when Retort started withering under Red's gaze, which was compounded even further by her almost cringe-worthily weak reply to the imposing Royal Advisor. Why couldn't the two of them just get along and see her at the same time? Red could sit and talk with her while Retort would have free reign for observation and the like. After what Selenia went through, a few pokes and prods here and there from the curious alchemist would be a cakewalk. When Red replied, however, Selenia would have booped him right on the nose if she wasn't so comfortable. Such scathing comments, she hoped he didn't mean them as severely as they sounded. Except the one about disturbing the hospital, that was a bit rude on Retort's part. But regardless, Selenia would have to show Red the dictionary definition of 'tact' sometime in the near future.
Through his tone, harsh stare, and position at the moment, it was obvious to Selenia that Red wanted Retort gone and wanted to see Selenia alone. Perfect timing, because Selenia had quite a few questions for Red regarding what she had experienced between getting blasted across a street and waking up in this pavilion. She sunk a bit farther down in her sheets when she realized what Red probably wanted to talk about: her glaring failure to act appropriately in the middle of the invasion. She had gotten herself grievously injured by being stupid. His apprentice was in certain ways a reflection of his abilities and a pony of serious interest, so he'd no doubt want to share some harsh words, hence his desire for privacy. Oh dear. Selenia silently waved to Retort, still cowering underneath Red, and mouthed 'Sorry' to her, before pulling her covers up a little higher and steeling herself for whatever Red would have to say.
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Post by Mortar Retort on Apr 4, 2014 18:12:36 GMT -5
Retort waved off Red's remarks with a hoof, however right he was, it meant little to the pony. She had too many other, more important things to concern herself with. Namely Selenia and finding out who this mysterious resurrected pony was located. Doubtful the formerly dead would be moving soon, so she had time to converse with an old acquaintance.
”Ah, the notorious Red Charge, what an - unexpectedly delightful surprise for you to grace us with your presence.” She said, feigning cordiality, hoping he found it in his meaty heart to not toss her from a high place. This was followed by a indignant glare from the blue mare, it was one thing to question her actions inside a hospital, but what does this brute of a pony know about the trails and tribulations of alchemy. ”Well, if Hind Sight hadn't been so insistent that I not use explosives, we could have gotten out of that miserable pile of stone unscathed without our tails between our legs. But, no matter, it worked out and at worse we got was a few scratches and an unsightly rash. Which-” Retort leaned close to Selenia's ear, ”You still have that rash? I have this new cream I'm just itching to test.” Retort chuckled, ”Hah, 'itching'. See what I did there?”
The mare turned back to Red, meeting his annoyed glare with a smug one of herself, ”As for the Strike Teams, that was an entire buck-up on the teams part. How was I to know the poor foal with us would charge the thing? Either way, I gathered some very valuable knowledge and materials from that battle which have greatly improved my prowess with the alchemical arts. And, in the end, isn't that what truly matters? Hmm? And yes, I was male until a short time ago, Hah, had a little temporary mix-up with a recipe while studying with the Battlemage Watermark. Ah such a gentle stallion...” Her voice softly trailed off at the end, clearly recalling their time together.
Snapping back to the present, Retort turned her attention from Red to the more pleasant Selenia. ”And you, my girl, what in the high-heavens happened to you that forced you into this bed? Are you going to be alright? What with everything that has happened the last few days... Well, I'm relieved to see you alright. We've lost so many... if only alchemy could restore the dead, but even that is beyond the great sciences.”
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Post by Red Charge on May 29, 2014 17:57:25 GMT -5
"Alright, alright. You can stay here, you little chatterbox, so long as you can stay quiet." Red Charge sighed, getting in and casting a spell on the curtains. Selenia's experience told her this was a silence spell, though by the casting she could tell it was not a formula she knew.
The unicorn sat near Selenia and looked at her, "I am very disappointed in you." He said harshly and rather suddenly. He continued before anyone could speak, "You came to me and asked to be a battlemage. But you were not only unable to take any of the nightmares down, you were out before the battle even begun. Nearly dead for that matter. We may not have gone through any earth shattering spells yet, but knowing that charging a spell while open to attack is the first thing we talked about."
"But, you almost died and I understand that it was an ordeal for you. Well, you sort of did die, sort of. No one's really sure how to explain what happened to you, it must have been the effect of that Nightmare. Do you have any inkling, any insight to what was going on that could help us figure out what happened to you?"
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Post by Selenia on May 30, 2014 20:24:54 GMT -5
Selenia just wanted to shove Retort and tell her to just come back later because the Royal Advisor had 'important business' to attend to with her, but she was floored when Red seemed to relent and actually allow her to stay around. She sighed inwardly at that, seeing that Red had managed to extricate himself without smashing heads in the process, as Retort was wont to cause in her wake. She didn't relax completely, however, as Red cast himself a rather complicated silence spell on the partition surrounding Selenia's cot gurney thing. With her knowledge of picking apart spell formulas and using the bits to create new spells, she was surprised to find the formula Red used to be partially unrecognizable.
Red trudged over and sat on the foot of her bed, the springs creaking slightly under the added weight. Selenia scrunched herself up a little tighter, still intimidated by her mentor's sudden icy and mysterious behavior. Then he started talking. The words were sharp and quick, and brought a sting like a sharp breeze in winter. They were the last words Selenia wanted to hear, he was disappointed with her. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut right off as Red continued. He scrutinized her position and her goals, taking her performance against the nightmares and throwing it in her face. Mistakes are supposed to be recounted and studied and stressed with importance enough to not be repeated, but that didn't mean she had to like the process. Worst of all was Red's noting of one of the very first (and most painful) lessons Red had taught Selenia: never charge a spell in a vulnerable position. Any serious disturbance to the horn takes the stored energy and routes it back into the pony body, with disastrous results. She walked away from that lesson with a nosebleed, a splitting headache, and an essay. With what happened during the battle, it was a miracle she was even here to consider walking away at all.
Selenia just shrank even further into her covers. She dared not break eye contact with Red, though. No defiant stares, just a straight face of a student receiving a lesson. Call it steeling, she was prepared to hear Red shove her out of battlemage training under the obvious reasons of 'too injured to continue' or 'not acting properly under duress'. What she wasn't prepared for was for him to show compassion. So she sat there, still not yet having had a single word as Red finished off with a question. Selenia looked down at the bed, then up to the ceiling, and around at the curtains.
What had happened to her?
"I remember..." She began slowly, "Floating. Floating in some mirror pool. It was after I got to the hospital, I know that much. I remember Dr. Silverlake's and your faces... I might have been fading in and out of consciousness." She tapped a hoof to her chin and scrunched up her face in frustration. "What happened next wasn't really that clear, but I remember it, boy do I remember it. That silver pool thing, it was really nice. Nothing hurt and everything was just. Clear, calm... Perfect, even. I thought it might be the afterlife. The Aether, you know?" She signed in thought and leaned back on the pillow again, "It didn't last. There were lights, orbs in the distance. How far or how big, I couldn't say. I had no reference. But they got brighter, and the light tore open, like a giant mouth. Everything was sucked towards it, It felt like it was trying to eat me, so I panicked. I couldn't escape. But." She looked up to Red, "But then more lights appeared. They were smaller, dimmer, and numerous. They weren't affected in the slightest by the vacuum of the giant maw. They... Swarmed around me-" She absent-mindedly traced her left foreleg, "And everything changed. Whatever they were, they had power, because I could feel it viscerally." She dropped her hooves and shrugged at Red, "Then I just... Woke up on the hospital bed. I remember everything past that, I could see and tough and hear, I was in my body, but I had no control. All I had were my thoughts. No amount of willing seemed to make my body abide the instructions I was giving it to stand down. Sorry about that burn, by the way, and the head still hurts from that sick knockout you landed."
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Post by Mortar Retort on Jun 2, 2014 18:47:47 GMT -5
Retort stood just off to the side of Selenia's bed, using his magic to write away on a notepad what seemed to be verbatim what Selenia had been saying and more. Each scratch of the quill against parchment droned on longer than words in Equestian were and before Selenia had even finished her recollection of the unfortunate event that occurred to her, Retort was several pages into her journal.
”Fascinating.” Retort mumbled to herself, accentuating her soft word with a sharp stab of the quill into the paper. She had so many questions to ask but with Big Red still there, she wisely decided not to test her luck asking them just yet though her body itched to speak. She wanted to know more about her awareness during it, how she perceived the various stimuli, the 'maw' which she hypothesized may have been the destruction of consciousness, the lights and orbs. So many questions, yet she bit her tongue and tried to stay as distracting as possible though she appeared as if at any moment she would explode in a deluge of questions.
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Post by Red Charge on Jun 9, 2014 6:12:40 GMT -5
As Selenia spoke, Red Charge listened intently, she noticed slight changes in his postures as she spoke, hints of nods and evidence of the moving machinations in his mind as he was analyzing every word she said and formulating some sort of response or explanation to her unique situation. How he was able to delve into such deep thought while keeping rapt, focused attention was beyond telling, but then again, he supposedly had a millennium to hone his mind especially for such things. Red Charge never glanced at the writing Retort, but he was obviously aware of the fact the fez'd pony was writing and permitted it, for now at least.
Red Charge nodded when Selenia finished, albeit halfheartedly, it seemed. "You may write this down if you wish, but I believe you are wasting ink, Retort. Seeing bright white lights and being drawn to them is a common report from ponies who have had a near death experience. The mirror pool and the feeling of relaxation was a result of Dr. Silverlake's special magic. It separates the mind from the body, eliminating any fear or anxiety one might have before they pass on, quite a unique ability and a grace when dealing with critically wounded patients." The large unicorn said, opening for some explanation, it appeared.
"As for those other lights you saw, I don't know what they were, possibly some form of your subconscious trying to fight back death." The unicorn continued, "I believe the separation of mind and body that was forced on you by Dr. Silverlake perhaps awakened some sort of primal survival mechanism, the I sensed energy was not etheric in origin, so if I must make an assumption, it would be that you absorbed some of the Nightmare's corruption and upon separating your mind from your body, the nightmare's corruption and energy took over. Nightmares have been known to possess powerful regenerative qualities." The Royal Adviser concluded.
Red Charge's proper form never ceased to surprise, always referring to Silverlake by his title as Doctor, never interrupting, never rambling, being concise and clear. The only question left unanswered by his explanation was, whether or not he would like to perform some experimentation on her himself in order to test his hypothesis.
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Post by Selenia on Jun 21, 2014 18:30:51 GMT -5
Selenia fidgeted compulsively when she finished, expecting both Red and Retort to be full of questions, but Red had a habit of surprising Selenia, and he did not let the opportunity slip by. He actually managed to explain everything that had happened. Not just her miraculous recovery, and not just the mysterious lights and sensations, not even just the act of practically ding-dong-ditching the afterlife's front door, no. He explained them all, and in the most scientifically detached way Selenia could have imagined. It was like he was reading from a book. Selenia had learned early in her training to never question what RedCharge said. He was a legend, hundreds of years old, the sheer timeframe of which granted him a capacity for knowledge and understanding beyond anything Selenia could comprehend.
So, tl:dr, Selenia just decided to go with it. That didn't mean she couldn't ask questions, however.
She shrugged, still facing Red and ignoring Retort's seemingly endless writing- what was she recording in there anyways- and chewed her lip. "So, you're giving me the A-okay here? Nothing wrong, all my bits and pieces accounted for?" She scratched her chin uneasily and glanced around before meeting his eyes again. "So you're telling me I was skinned alive, came into direct contact with, like, a nightmare's soul and corruption, stood at the gates of death, came back by my own willpower, and there's nothing wrong with me or my story about it that you can figure?" She practically scoffed. "I may look the same on the outside now that it's all said and done, but I really don't feel the same here. Like, it seems a little unnatural or something, I dunno." She trailed off and frowned, sinking into silent thought.
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Post by Mortar Retort on Jun 26, 2014 13:08:17 GMT -5
Retort ceased her writing as Red addressed her about her incessant note-taking, of course, what he said she was aware of. ”I'm familiar with the typical near-death experience story, Equiterian Book of the Dead and the like go into quite some detail on the matter. However, this was hardly your 'typical' near-death experience, wouldn't you say?” Retort begun writing again as she continued to speak, ”Though thank you for clearing up this whole 'silver pool' thing, that is most helpful.”
Retort continued to write throughout Red Charge's hypothesis as to what occurred, occasionally nodding and sometimes shaking his head disapprovingly. It was a decent summation about what may have occurred, but Retort had her own observations about Selenia's story – something Red Charge had failed to make a connection too, or at least mention outwardly. Retort's writing slowed upon Selenia's outburst, only jotting a few pieces of what she had said but allowing her a mostly unabated observation on the absurdity of her own well-being. The fezzed pony suppressed a smirk, now was the chance to chime in.
”I'd have to agree with Selenia on this, I highly doubt she is anywhere close to 'fine', but I don't believe you think so either, Red Charge.” She cleared her throat as she surmised her thoughts together for what she was about to explain. ”The first set of lights were most likely the representation of Selenia's consciousness, the 'what is' of Selenia being consumed by death and eventual oblivion. The light that came next... I'm not so sure those were some survival mechanism of Selenia. If they were, they should have been present from the beginning – of course they may have and Selenia wasn't aware of them, but I have an alternative hypothesis.” She quite seriously looked to Selenia, then to Red, then flipped back several pages in her notes. ”I'm sure you're aware of the stories by some of the refugees and guards about what happened to some poor ponies who came in contact with the blood of those Nightmares, yes? How they changed into monstrous forms? If that was a physical reaction of coming into contact with those creatures, then what Selenia had was magical – I'd surmise that when she was struck while charging a spell, the corruption of the Nightmare transferred into her, corrupting her connection with the Ether and perhaps even transplanting a piece of itself inside her body through that conduit. While physical contact resulted in a harsh, more brutal transformation, the magic contact was graceful, perhaps even methodical. No, the white lights that came next were the Nightmare's influence, perhaps even the Nightmare itself beginning to take over. If it weren't for Dr. Silverlake's pool separating her consciousness from the body, I fear she may have become corrupted much like the Nightmares that rampaged my shop. Without the two connected, Selenia's self was able to remain isolated while the Nightmare took over, that's why she was able to regain control while not suffering any outwardly ill-effects. The corruption couldn't meld into some sort of 'perfect union', why she's still here with us.” Retort looked down to Selenia, an air of concern on her face, ”I cannot say, though, if the corruption is still there, lingering somewhere inside her. She could still be quite dangerous – like old glycerin. Any little shake may set her off again...”
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Post by Red Charge on Jun 28, 2014 15:57:14 GMT -5
Red Charge nodded, "Repeating what I say and adding a different conclusion does not count as a separate hypotheses. Selenia is fine, the only reason she was ever turned was because her consciousness was not present, making her easy to take over. With all that's happened though, she is perfectly safe from turning. Especially since there is little risk she would encounter any nightmares any time soon."
"Just don't worry about it Selenia. Don't let this discourage you alright? Learn from this loss and use it to grow stronger. I know nearly dying can be terrifying in retrospect, but don't let it get to your head. We all join the ether eventually, it is not something to be fear, but rather embraced, becoming one with all magic, who knows how many unicorns attempted that in their own life? I have business to attend to elsewhere however," Suddenly the uproars of laughter of some of the griffons was heard, Red ignored it and continued to talk, "I'll be back soon, alright?"
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