Part: 3

What in the name of normality did I just do!? You don't talk to a superior being like that thought as a cold shiver came up my legs. Celesta's head tilted slightly down with her eyes closed. She's probably thinking of all the ways to toss me out that window. But finally she spoke, that wasn't fair she said. What did she mean? All I did was stand and let her continue. I was young, angry the judgment I placed on you was out of the hatred I felt towards you. So can you… Find in yourself to forgive me? She said. Her head was almost to a bowing position. Another silence entered the room, I had to think of smoothing to say and fast! I groveled head down on the floor and spoke. Celesta I am the sole reason you had to do what you did. Your sentence was swift and righteous, there's no need for an apology from a commoner like me. I looked up to see her face ready to tear up, as were mine. Nopony had ever really known her pain until now. I walked closer to her and sat face to face a few feet away. The last thing I said was tell me your pain. And for the next couple of hours she told me lots, her feelings, what Equestria look like and more. I finally knew how the land had changed in 200 years of my absence.

Celesta had let me stay at the castle for a few days so I could get to know life in Canterlot. What I really needed was my haircut. But it had to be done just right because it wasn't going to grow back. The guards told me of a barber at the edge of a place called Ponyville, which was just beginning construction. After a long search I found the place. It was and old mossy structure inside it was filled with an astonishing amount of art and masks. I sat in a chair and received no service until a rustling was herd from a drawer. I located said drawer and opened it suddenly a light appeared and a pair of gold like scissors rose from the open desk. The back of the scissors pushed me back into the chair and began to cut all I could do was sit and not lose an ear. The scissors had stopped and I approached a mirror a fine cut indeed. Still no pony around so I left some coin and walked out. As I strolled back to the castle, I began to hear noises from behind I turned to see the scissors hovering above me, snipping like a bird would flap its wings to stay in flight. I nabbed them in midflight and yelled is this somepony's kind of joke? No response came and I let the scissors go again, this time the snipping had stopped and they hovered in my face for a bit. How was I supposed to communicate with an intimate object? So I simply said shoo go back home now little… pair of shears. But to no avail like a stray dog I had obtained a snippy friend.

I had two days left before I had to leave the castle; I spent it in the library learning at the most part recent Equestrian history. Also trying to find out what I should do now…

~End