DISCLAIMER: I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or its characters. The rightful owners of it and its rights are Lauren Faust and HASBRO®. The only thing I own is my OC and this story.

Hi guys! Yes, Chapter 2 is FINALLY up! *breathes in real big* (Quietly says) "Yay." This took SOOO LONG to make, but it was TOTALLY worth it! My classes are SUPER close to being done, and soon enough I'll (hopefully) be able to spend more time on this!

I hope that this is a MAJOR improvement from the previous chapters. I did a rough outline, then added things and more description in as I went along. Again, thanks SOOOOO much for following, favoriting, and tons of other things!

EDIT: Okay, so I rushed to put this up, and when I did a proof read AFTER I put it up, there were a lot of errors. I re-edited this, so you can go back and read more.

But anyways, let's kick off Chapter 2!

Enjoy! ^-^

Chapter 2

I opened my eyes, laying down on stars. I felt like I was floating in the sky, which was a swirl of teal, sea foam, and aqua, with gleaming dots of white scattered across it. I stood up, not believing that I was in a place so beautiful... I instantly thought that I was dreaming. I did, after all, fall asleep. I smiled, and began to frolick along, the stars floating away as my hooves landed.

Suddenly, I heard the slow flapping of wings above me. I looked up to see a shadow gracefully fly across the sky, then towards me. It looked like.. a pony.. with a horn and wings.. and flowing hair. It was flying towards me with insane speed, almost like the bad things Dad had conjured up. My mind instantly came up with what it could be:

a hunter.

'Oh no no no no no...' I panicked, then I conjured up a pair of tweezers and started pinching myself, trying to wake up. The thing grew closer and closer with every flap. The scene started to ripple like disturbed water, and it seemed to panic and fly faster until it seemed to be as fast as a cheetah.

"COME BACK!" a large and mighty-sounding voice cried. The scene was fading, and I assumed I was waking up. "PLEASE, CHAOTIC COLLAGE! I JUST WISH TO HELP YOOOOOOOoooooouuu..."

Then everything went black.

"Uhhgg..," I moaned. "My head really hurts.." I started sitting up abruptly when BAM! goes my head on a branch, adding to the pain and stunning me into falling to the ground again.

"Ow," I groaned, lifting a hoof to rub my temple. I opened my eyes to find myself in a low-covering bush. The leaves are blue, just like Dad's thinking tree. I looked around, seeing checkered grass and floating islands, some of them upside-down. Cotton candy clouds sprinkling chocolate milk rained on a corn field, while popcorn erupted from the blue stalks. Winged pigs were flying the pink skies, buffaloes in leotards and tutus tiptoed past. A light fushia pony with curly purple and white hair, swirled eyes, and a propeller beanie floated past me, waving at me before she started moving her hoof over her mouth and making a strange noise. It looked just like home. But it wasn't home. It didn't have my house, or my things, or anything else that me and Dad created over the years. I look to the left, seeing a small hill with a chair on top. It looked almost exactly like the throne that Dad conjured up 3 weeks ago.

'Where am I?' I thought. 'Why does this place seem so much like-' Then my thoughts were interrupted by brightly colored lights flying near the hill and near me. At first I thought that I was being fired upon by some sort of weapon, but then I noticed that they weren't heading towards me. They were going towards the hill with the chair on it... They seemed a bit... enchanting; wonderful shots of color flying through the air so gracefully... then one headed straight towards me as I was drawn in. A screeching noise sounded from it as it picked up speed, and that was enough to snap me out of my trance and save myself!

I ducked, instinctively putting my hooves over my head and shivering, as a red lightning bolt the size of my head breezed over me, barely skimming my hair. I was in a small ball, shivering, waiting for impact before I was brave enough to get up again, looking a bit to the right. 6 dark figures were standing on the ground, the colored shots emitting from similarly shaped symbols on pieces of gold. A white light behind them sparked, glowing brighter and brighter as they started lifting up into the air, floating into a neatly arranged circle.

"No," I heard a familiar voice say under their breath. My ears perked up. DAD?

I look up the hill, seeing Dad's form sitting in the throne. I poked my head out of the bush, my irises shrinking in fear.

"DAD!" I screamed, reaching a hoof towards him as if I could grab him and run. But he couldn't hear me. There was too much noise to make myself heard.

Bands of color started blooming from the symbols on the sillouettes, weaving in between each of them until it circled around the figure on the top and into a glowing pink star on (what I thought was) its head, and it opened up white, illuminating eyes. The ground started shaking violently, sending me off my hooves. Then a beautiful rainbow exploded out from the top, shooting towards the sky and arching towards Dad. I wanted to run towards him knocking him out of the way to sacrifice myself from whatever would come from it, but I felt like my hooves were glued to the ground.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" He yelled as he was struck by the rainbow. He covered his eyes from the bright colored lights, and he was almost stunned in place. Grey stone started crawling up his body, and he struggled around, as if his attempts to escape would prove effective, only to have his flailing movements freeze in place. When the hardness closed in on his head, his face was petrified in fear.

The rainbow grew to touch the clouds, then unfolded into a white circle, covering a distance far beyond the horizon. Everything went white, then as it faded, I could see again. But everything was different.

The grass was ...green?

So were the leaves?

The branches of my bush were brown?

The sky was blue?!

'HUH!?'

The white light and the rainbow faded, and I saw 6 multicolored ponies calmly float to the ground, smiles of pride on their mouths and exchanging expressions of victory between each other.

Then my Dad fell to the ground, a statue once again.

I was rooted to the spot for a few minutes, then, as I stared at him through the branches, I started to tear up.

"Dad!" I cried, wanting to run towards his petrified form. Then the ponies looked towards the bush. I covered my mouth in shock.

'Oh, crap! Don't come near me, don't come near me, don't come near me,' I silently pleaded. But unfortunately, they started to trot towards the bush, confused looks on their faces.

'CRAP!' I instantly squeezed my eyes shut, thinking of the teleportation trick Dad taught me. As the purple pony parted the leaves, all of them saw me for a few seconds, their jaws dropping, then I luckily vanished in a shower of blue stars.

I reappeared in a small alley in between two walls, safely away from those ponies who were probably going to encase me in stone along with my dad.

'...along with my dad,' I thought, then I sat down and began to quietly cry. I remembered the ponies that emerged from the white light, who were probably trying to find me right this second. Why would they do this? Couldn't they see he was just as innocent as I was? What did he do to deserve this? I covered my eyes with my hooves, the tears streaming out endlessly. I conjured up a handkerchief and tried to wipe them away.

"Okay, okay, calm down," I assured myself whisperingly after 5 minutes of unstoppable crying, breathing deeply before continuing. "It's okay, everything's okay. Now try and think clearly. I was just teleported to a place I've never heard of where my dad was just frozen in stone... Did Dad teleport me here? Waitaminute.. he DID!"

I thought back to when he was teaching me teleportation a couple hundred years ago. He taught me that each thing that can teleport has what's called a "tel-effect", which is a particle or animation of some sort that a teleporting living thing makes before and after he teleports. Mine was blue stars with white outlines, and Dad's was white spinning circles. It's been a while since he teleported at all, let alone teleporting me away from home, so that was probably why I didn't recognize the tel-effect and panicked. He also said that if it was a long-distance teleport, it was always a good idea to put a sleeping spell on the subject so they don't fidget around while they're traveling. I was able to put any thoughts to rest about (a possible) one of Dad's old friends he always told me about playing a prank, or that someone was coming for me. But, then I realized a bit of an issue...

"Why hasn't he talked to be yet? Usually if something bad happens, he'd just release his concienceness and-" then I suddenly stopped remembered something he told me before.

"Before I was frozen when I created you, I couldn't see anything," I recalled him saying. "But about 800 years ago, the princesses allowed me to see. And since I couldn't see anything..."

"...he couldn't eject his consciousness. So that means that he can't see me," I thought aloud. Too loud.

"Hey, who was that?" a feminine voice sounded near the alleyway. A sunset yellow pony with orange curly hair looked into my hiding spot and saw me. I quickly got to my hooves, my eyes widening along with hers. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me... towards her. I tried to stop, but my legs had a mind of their own, and accidentally knocked the pony off her hooves. I ran through town, bewildered, ponies looking at me and their jaws dropping.

"Oi! Get back here, you!" A brown colt with dashed back chocolate hair (and a weird thing with his language) started chasing after me. Then a black pony with wings started flying after me with prestigious speed. I panicked, running every which way possible. In between mushroom tables, over haystacks, behind weird wheeled wooden things with food in them. My heart started beating faster and faster, my legs becoming a blur. My irises were shrinking in fear. I knew I had to get under cover, and I've tried to perform my teleportation trick on the run, but the energy it took to do it was the energy I was using to escape. If I got someplace safe and hidden, I'd escape them capturing me and putting me up to whatever torture they could come up with.

I started looking around, and after I tripped over some apples (which for some reason were red. Who heard of red apples?!), green asparagus (huh?), and orange oranges (this doesn't make sense...), I finally saw a giant tree up ahead. The door was wide open, and it almost seemed like it was beckoning to me that if I would run inside, I'd be safe.

Using the last of my energy, I sped towards the tree. The two ponies were closing in, and just as they were reaching my tail, SLAM! went the door in their faces. As they collided with the door, I heard the entire tree shake under the impact.

I leaned my ear against the door, hearing them moan and say things like, "I feel like broke my muzzle!" "Aw MAN, this hurts...". Then a mare's voice spoke up; "You guys should get to the hospital and get those bruises checked.", and their trotting started up, their voices fading away. After a few minutes, I summoned the courage to crack open the door, checking that there was nobody near the area. The colts were nowhere in sight, and I fell against the door in the dark in relief.

"Phew!" I wiped the sweat that was beading on my forehead. "That was a close one!" and I sighed, finally feeling safe. Then the lights switched on.

Almost 3 feet away from me, with a confused look and a feather duster, was a baby dragon.

My jaw dropped, and we stared at each other in silence. My eyes shrunk in shock.

"Uh... hi?" he said, as if trying to break the awkward silence.

I screamed.

I jumped up from my spot in front of the door. I jumped, floating in midair for a few seconds while my legs were running in mid air like a cartoon, and started speeding up the wall. I usually did this when I was really scared, and why wouldn't I be?! Dad told me that dragons were the meanest thing next to manticores with thorns all over them, and he said if I ever saw one, I had to get as far away as physically possible, 'cause they'd claw you up into shreds the first chance they get!

The dragon watched me with wide eyes and a gapping mouth, and dropped his duster.

"W-w-w-w-Wait! What are you doing?! I only said hi!" the dragon said, clawing the side of his head as if he was trying to pull imaginary hair in panic.

"St-st-stay away from me!" I finally stopped at the ceiling, curling up into a shaking little ball, and peeking a glance up- or in this case down- at him.

"I'm too young to die! I've only lived 700 years, and Dad says I still have at least another 3000 to go! I know I can alter my age and heal myself, but I don't want to have to change how I look because I was torn into pieces for no reason!"

He just looked at me with a startled and confused look on his face.

"What are you talking about?!"he exclaimed. That's when I stopped shaking and looked down at him in confusion.

"Where have you been? Doesn't anyone around here conjure up things? Isn't Discord everyone's dad? I thought he made all of us, because everyone looks so much like me and he made me so I figured he made all of us 'cause, c'mon, if Dad didn't make anyone here I have no idea who did. If I was able to find out who did, and I met them, if I met them, because hey, they must be really high class if they're able to make living things, then I'd- ," I chattered continuously before I finally mustered up the courage to stand up.

"BE QUIET!" he yelled, his face turning red and steam coming out of his nose. This made me curl into my ball even tighter, forgetting that I was talking to the world's most frightening creature.

"I don't know why you're here, or what made you think you could walk into this place uninvited, but let me tell you this-" he started, then his neck gave way. "Ow... Can you please... come down from the ceiling? Man that's not something you say every day..." he muttered under his breath, then attempted to look up again, rubbing his neck to soothe it. "C'mon, I promise I'm harmless. I can't even hurt a fly if I tried!"

"No! Dad said that dragons are big, fat liars," I said matter-of-factly, trying to look snotty and stick my nose in the air. "I bet if I came down there you'd turn all evil and rip me up!"

"Oi," the dragon mumbled, faceclawing (that's what Dad says it is). Then he was able to look at me again. "You have no. Idea. How many time's I've heard that. Now, come on! Come on, please?"

"No," I simply said. "I still don't trust you. The only way you could prove it is if there was a living thing in here for a llloooonngg time that wasn't shredded in one way or another."

"Hoo!" went a little wooden bird house mounted on the left wall. Then an adorable, big-eyed bird came out of the little hole. My heart instantly melted.

"Awwwww... Aren't you the cutest thing?"

The dragon gave me a glance saying, 'Really?' I just shrugged off what he meant and looked back to the creature.

"Who are you, little bird? What's your name?" I asked, walking over to the little thing on the ceiling and looking at it upside-down. It was nice to see something... well, nice after so long.

"Hoo!" it went, flying up to my eye height, puffing its chest out slightly.

"Owloysius? Well, it's nice to meet you! My name is Chaotic Collage, but you can call me CC for short!" I introduced myself. She cocked her head in confusion. At first I didn't know why she did that, then I realized I was talking in what Dad called Equestrian. I re-said it in Owl, this time holding my leg out. Owloysius took this as a friendly gesture and flew up, perching on my arm and beginning to preen her feathers.

The dragon just looked at me in surprise.

"You... understand her?" This earned him another confused glance.

"Yeeeeaaaahh... Don't you?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow. The dragon reluctantly shook his head.

"All I hear is Hoo! Hoo!" he said, flailing his arms around to imitate wings. Owloysius put a wing to her chest and hooed.

"She said she finds that offensive," I translated. The dragon slouched over and wore the 'Really?' face again, clearly looking irritated. He suddenly smiled and sat up.

"Weellll, how about you ask her about how she got here?" he said, folding his arms as if he knew he'd won a fight.

"Okay," I said, oblivious as to why he offered it in the first place.

"So, how did you get in here? Is that house thingy a door to outside?" I asked, sitting down with Owloysius still perched on my leg. I was happy to finally have a friendly conversation with a living thing other than Dad and the little mean dragon below me.

"Well, at first I lived in the branches of the tree," she replied, recalling the memory. To me, she sounded very intelligent, and slightly posh. "Then, one night, the pony who lived in here was writing, when a scroll was blown away! I thought I would be of assistance, so I flew out from my perch and grabbed the scroll! She was very glad, indeed, and she offered me to help her through-out the night. I accepted happily, and she's been offering me residence in here ever since. It's been almost a couple of months."

My face told the dragon everything. I swiveled my head towards him as he showed a face of pride. I turned back to Owloysius.

"So, that dragon doesn't try to rip you up and eat your insides?" I said, my voice almost squeaking in surprise.

"Oh, heavens, no!" she said, shaking her head. "Perish the thought! That dragon and I have had a rough history, but we're good, good friends. We get along quite swimmingly. Well, I'd best be off. Ta ta!"

She flew from her perch on my arm

I turned back towards the dragon.

"So, now will you come down?" he asked, knowing that everything was explained.

I was quiet, looking away for a minute to evaluate my decision.

"Will you not tear me up?" I asked, getting a little shy that he was turned around.

"Promise," he said, the slightest bit hesitant about saying so.

"Cross your claws and hope to cry?" I said, looking at him with my best puppy dog face (this one's a killer. I used this one to convince Dad to let me turn him into a turtle with a propeller on its back, something that not even Dad came up with!).

"*chuckle* Yes, cross my claws," he said with a slight smile. "Now will you come down?"

"Oh.. Okay..," I said nervously. I closed my eyes and thought hard, then jumped. I flipped in mid air, and landed on my hooves with a loud THUMP! The baby dragon was thrown off his feet onto his head. He sat up, rubbing a sore spot, then got a good look at me, forgetting the pain on his temples.

"Whoa... You don't look like any pony I've ever seen!" he said, then his eyes stopped on mine.

"Your... your eyes... why don't they-"

"I know, I know, "Why don't your eyes have pupils?"," I interrupted with a copycat tone, feeling like myself again. I rolled my eyes, remembering all the talking paintings I've made that mentioned this to me. "Doesn't nobody except Dad have them?" Then I got a look into his.

"Wait a minute, why do you have pupils?"

"Everyone has them," he replied, once again wearing the 'Really?' face. I was about to retort when my stomach growled. He giggled as my face turned a shade of red.

"Alright, how about I make something for us to eat? We can talk over lunch."

"Okay!" I replied happily, conjuring up a glass of chocolate milk and a carrot and peanut butter sandwich, holding them in the air by my side. The dragon got startled and backed up, tripping over the duster he dropped. He kept on scooting back frantically with his hands and feet, all panicky until he hit a wall. I just walked as he drew away from me, and BOY was he scared! Then something clicked in his head.

"Wait a minute, hold on just a second! Did you say your dad was Discord?" he questioned, saying Dad's name like it was a curse.

"Yeah, why?" I said pridefully, then I saw the look on his face, losing my smile. "How come you look like you saw a ghost?"

He glared at me confusingly. "Discord's the most evilest thing in all of Equestria and beyond! How come he would have a daughter?!"

My eyes shrunk in shock, and I fell onto my tail.

"How could you say such a thing?!" I yelled, standing up to angrily stomp my hoof down, shaking the tree and the dishes off a nearby table. "He hasn't done a thing to hurt anyone! Why is he as evil as you say!? What has he done to you!?"

He looked at me in anger, then he caught himself. He took a deep breath in, and toned down.

"Here, I'll tell you over lunch."

I sat down as he made himself a daisy sandwich and a glass of orange juice, and he introduced himself as Spike. He told me everything that had been happening the past few days. Discord getting free from his prison, the Elements of Harmony disappearing (he explained those, too), the maze, them coming back to find the Elements of Harmony, him messing with the minds of some ponies he knew, then one of them coming out of their fake states and going off to save the others. Then he kind of stopped there. He didn't know what happened after she left.

"I was left behind after Princess Celestia sent Twilight all those letters," he said, holding his stomach and growling. (He told me what the princesses were, as well)

After everything, I was on the verge of tears again.

My dad...

... had lied to me?

He promised he'd never hurt anyone, and he told me that even though he had the power to alter minds, he'd never do it. He never told me his history, just his intentions of what he'd do if he if he was ever freed. He told me that he'd make the world a better place if he ever left his frozen state, and he'd come get me and introduce me to the world. He'd make brothers and sisters for me, and we'd be a giant family, being happy forever.

Spike saw me tear up again. He simply started patting me on the back and tried to soothe me.

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay..," he hushed, and I was able to dry up my tears again with my handkerchief. Spike seemed a bit uncomfortable with me this sad, so he tried to change the subject to get my mind off of my problems.

"So, your name is Chaotic Collage, right?" he asked. "How about you tell me what's been going on with you? You've probably been through a lot."

I smiled a bit, seeing that Spike was changing the subject for my own sanity.

"Okay... Well, it all started when I was in Chaosopia."

"What's Chaosopia?"

"Oh, it's this FAR away place where I was made..."

We talked for a little bit, leaving the kitchen to go to the books in the library. Every time I said something that I couldn't explain thoroughly, he'd look for a book about it to find out what it was. He shook his head with a smile by the time he chose out the 10th book.

"Man, look at me. I'm slowly turning into Twilight!" he said under his breath, almost out of earshot.

"What?" I asked with a puzzled look.

"Oh, nothing to worry about."

"Oh, okay," I said, slight hesitance in my voice. Then I moved on to the part with the 6 multicolored ponies. He didn't say or do anything other than wear a knowing smile. Towards the end, I was about to cry again. He went over and stroked my mane comfortingly.

"Then, when I was found by a pony, I was chased to here by some others, and... well, here we are."

He seemed like he knew enough, even impressed.

"Wow. Having no idea where your dad was and going through all that in one day? You sure have been through a lot."

"Yeah," I said, a small smile on my face. "Y'know, I feel a lot better now. Like I had a giant bag of papier mâché birds lifted off my back."

Spike seemed to find my analogy fairly interesting and random, but he shrugged it off and said, "Yeah, confessions feel like that." We sat for a few minutes, him keeping me sane and calm by stroking my mane. Then I broke the awkward silence.

"So... now what am I going to do? I don't know where Chaosopia is, and if I go out there, I'm probably going to be tortured by those ponies."

Spike looked at me with surprise.

"You think they're gonna..." He let out a small giggle, which quickly grew into a laugh that caused him to roll all over the floor. "BHAhahahhaa haa ha hhaHAAAA! Torture! Imagine that! HA!" All the while, I looked at him, beyond confused.

After a couple minutes, he was able to pick himself up again. He had to hold onto the back of a chair in order to keep himself from falling over in laughter.

"Yeah, the closest thing you get to torture from neighbors around here is a tickle fight! And for knocking someone over, you'd just have to apologize. You don't need to worry about torture, because that's unheard of!"

That brought me straight out of the dumps. I was grateful that Spike was helping me, otherwise I'd be scared to walk outside of a cardboard box. But then my face fell again.

"But I still don't know where Chaosopia is. I can't ask Dad, because he wasn't able to eject his concienceness since he can't see. He told me it's a far away place that no living things have discovered yet. I bet that even your Princeniss Cereal-a hasn't been yet."

He giggled as he said, "It's Princess Celestia.", and I blushed.

Then he brightened up.

"I have a great idea! What if my friend, Twilight, and her friends helped you fit in? They'd help you find a place to live and teach you about pony culture, and you'd be able to live a happy life in Ponyville until Discord was free again. You could maybe even convince him to turn good if he does!"

That perked me right up, and I was so happy I jumped off my chair. I started shaking, then I exploded into the air, fireworks coming out from nowhere. When I was back on the ground, I telekinetically lifted Spike towards me and hugged him tightly, almost squishing him in between my legs.

"Thanks so much! I thought you wouldn't help a stranger like me!" I said happily. He was loosing his breath, and he started to wriggle around to get loose from my grip. I noticed, and I dropped him. I started to stare at my legs in confusion, wondering how strong I really was. Then I shook my head, dismissing the thought for later, and looked at Spike.

"Of *huff* course *puuuufff*," he said once he got his breath back. "What are friends for?"

That stopped me.

"Frriieennddzz?" I said, as if it were an alien word, which it was to me. "What's a friend?"

He looked at me in total surprise. "A friend is someone who you trust, and supports you in all the good things you do. Haven't you ever had one?"

It shocked me into sitting down again. I felt the tears come back, then I instantly wiped them away. "No, but I do now. Thanks, Spike." I held out a hoof out of generosity. He stared at hesitantly, then he fist bumped me back.

"No problem."

The little tinkle of a bell was heard in the front room, and Spike seemed to instantly get picked up.

"Hey, that must be them now!"

I smiled REALLY big, super excited that my key to living in this little place was just around the corner. As we walked out into the main room, I looked at the ponies and froze. They froze in their tracks, too.

It was the same ponies who turned my Dad into stone.

YYEEEAAAHHH! *runs around like an excited little kid* It's DONE! I was planning on doing a faux chapter for April Fool's tomorrow, but I finished yesterday, so I didn't have the time to make a really funny yet stupid chapter. And I finished before my deadline! This was a HUGE help on my schooling by finishing this early. Again, if there were any errors and such, PLEASE let me know! Rate and review, too!

Thanks again for the motivation, and cy'all on the next page!

P.S. Watch Google tomorrow! They do an April Fool's thing every year!