When the forces of Life itself make plans, not everything goes right... No one knows this better than Master of Fate Himself. There are many things to consider when planning things way in advance like he was. Fate looked over into the endless worlds sprawled out before him, and frowned; someone was consolidating their resources to rise in power and end The Game. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but this one being had nothing but horrible intentions for all of existence - they didn't care what would happen to the multiverse and all of its inhabitants. The Game didn't have very many rules, but one wishing to attain victory for personal gain and potentially destroy all of life ever in the process is automatically disqualified, and subject to punishment in any manner so wished by either participants of The Game, or the Judges themselves.
Judges presiding over The Game includes any and all Elder Gods, Primordials, the Forces of Life, and the higher-ups residing in Yggdrasil. Those under employment of Yggdrasil may not participate in The Game, whether or not their employment is ongoing. The reasoning behind this is because their knowledge could prove too advantageous when compared to those that are also participating. Participants of The Game know that there is something greater in life than attaining fame and fortune, and put everything they have in order to achieve great power. They believe that they can create a better future for all of existence, and work towards ending The very many know what would actually constitute ending The Game, but there is a rumor floating around different worlds, that one has to have enough power to challenge all of the Forces of Life and win. Others believe that one must find a way into their realm and proclaim that they know what is best for all of Life. Fate smiled, for he knew the correct way to end The Game; he'd only shared how to do so with a very select few individuals, ones he knew he could trust to not spill the truth. There was one of such individuals in each world, watching over its inhabitants to make sure that things stayed at least somewhat fair. They were to not interfere with the usual goings on of the world they were in, just to silently observe and make certain that things went smoothly.
When Fate looked over to one of the worlds that didn't seem to have a participant, he noticed something odd - an inhabitant of an Equestria had just landed there. That shouldn't have happened, an Equestrian shouldn't ever be anywhere near a world of Humans, let alone one without any magic whatsoever! Seconds later, Fate had an idea... he wound the clock back a few moments, and guided the Equestrian, Twilight, to an area near where a family was about to conceive. As he thought about it more, he found the perfect way to deal with this one individual whom wished to destroy Everything, and get some entertainment out of it. He looked over to who was supposed to be born at that home, and scoffed."This future person won't be able to handle the trying times that they are to go through later, I must make adjustments." And so, Fate set to work on the person. First, he cut their strings - this person needn't be tied down to a meager life. Next, he changed the archetype of their very soul. Instead of being fully Human, this one person was to be part Dragon, so as to allow them to wield magic. Sure it could be considered "cheaty," but it wasn't like Fate could make a major change and just flat out give them magic - the others wouldn't approve of such scale-tipping. The last thing Fate did, was check in with the resident Overseer a bit into the future.
Marcus walked through the halls of his security firm, tired from all the meetings he had attended earlier. Just as he rounded the corner and entered his office, a phone rang. This gave Marcus pause, as he had specifically ordered that no phones were allowed anywhere near his office. It rang again, and this time Marcus noted that it sounded like it had received a text message.
Hesitantly, he walked over to his desk and opened the drawer on the right side; inside was a phone, but it seemed odd. It didn't have any buttons on the front of it, aside from a rectangular looking one right near the bottom end of the phone. When he picked it up, Marcus felt something on the bottom of the phone. Turning it over, Marcus saw that it was a post-it stuck to the back of the phone.
"Place thumb on button below the screen to turn on. Device is locked to your thumbprint only. Wall plug and cable included."Without much else to look forward to for a few hours, Marcus obliged the note left for him and turned on the phone's screen. Within seconds, he somehow knew how to work the phone inside and out.
"Well, looks like this second job comes with some perks now. Though it looks like my long ass life is about to get quite a bit busier in the near future. Well, guess I've got nothing else better to do than to check out what that message is." With newfound expertise, Marcus swiped through the apps list and brought up the messages app. He idly wondered why it wasn't on the front screen, but then figured that his unusual friend/employer wanted him to see all that was installed on the phone.
"I know it's set to release 16 years from now, but think of this as a token of appreciation, especially for what you'll be dealing with soon enough. Keep an eye on Toronto, this world finally has a participant. Your friend, T."
He stared at the message on the phone as he read it, over and over again. The more times he read it, the more Marcus wondered if he should have ever accepted the offer given to him some hundred and fifteen years ago... He sighed dejectedly and yelled, "'Build up a private security firm and live comfortably through humanity's greatest moments,' he said! 'It'll be tons of fun,' he said! Fucking bullshit!" The latter curse had more emphasis placed upon it, on account of the fact that Marcus had whipped the phone at the wall directly in front of him. When he saw a flash inside of the same desk drawer he pulled the phone from, he knew that the phone wasn't just a mere 'gift.' He was supposed to keep it by him, and wait for the first sign before moving out to Toronto
"That Dæmon better deliver on his promise of 'interesting times' or Gaia help me, I WILL punch his ugly smug-ass face!"
Marcus then sat slumped in his super comfy chair and continued to pout for most of the day, before going home and flopping onto his bed. He'd never get a better sleep for the next seventeen years...
Elsewhere, across the Canadian Border...
Jessica Noel looked at her husband John as he lay beside her in their bed, and felt overcome with love and affection. The two had recently gotten married, and just finished moving in a few days prior; the two of them felt on top of the world, and neither wanted to come down. She looked him up and down - his slightly muscular body made her feel safe when he held her close, his lively green eyes were like endless fields which held nothing but love for her. Whenever she cuddled with him and buried her face into his neck, she played with his soft, short brown hair that always seemed to smell faintly of coconuts. It might have something to do with her telling him one night that she absolutely loves the flavor as well as the scent of them. That didn't matter though, not as much as he meant to her that is. He was slightly taller than her, at 5'11", which also contributed to her almost insatiable need to hug him at every moment.
She whispered into his ear, "John. Hon, I have something to ask."
John pulled back a bit and put a finger on his wife's lips. "If it's what I think you're about to ask, don't." She was about to get upset, but then he continued, "You don't need to ask, because I already have an answer: yes. As much as I love spending time with you, I'd also love to have someone else to share our happy moments with."
Jessica excitedly moved closer to John and glomped him, her long fiery orange hair spilling over herself and partially onto him as well. Almost immediately, John got a little excited; sure, it could've been due to what was to come, but it was also attributed to his wife's soft chesticles squishing into him as well. Sure, he loved them, but he also loved everything else about his wife as well. Her somewhat short build, which put her at around 5'8", her piercing red eyes which seemed to always burn with fiery passion, and her soft lips that always threatened to keep his sealed there.
The two of them started kissing softly, which almost immediately went into deep, passionate kisses that went on and on. With glacial movements, they got into the moment and did things to one another that would not be suitable for daytime television. It got hot and heavy, but also went slow and lovingly, not like other times when it was just "for the fuck of it." Usually it was almost all over the house, but this time it stayed in the bed. This was a special moment, the two of them lost to their love and passion for one another, and for their joint desire to hear the pitter patter of little feet coming from down the hall.
Just as they both finished, there was what sounded like an explosion, but was mostly muted from both the music and their (mostly her) cries of ecstasy. Seconds after it though, it seemed as though Jessica was glowing. It was for but a moment, though only John saw it, as her eyes were closed. In that moment, his wife had looked more beautiful than the day he had first laid eyes on her. They were both moments that he would treasure forever. Soon after though, the glowing stopped, and things went back to normal.
Shortly after their throes of passion had ended, the two of them had the best sleep in their lives, content with the belief that something special had just happened. However, exactly just how special of a surprise they would receive would not be known until later in their lives. For now, they would be content with each other for just a bit longer.
Pain. Everything and anything she felt was pain. Twilight couldn't think, for whenever she tried, she was met with even more pain coursing through her mind and body. But then, within either seconds or hours (she couldn't really tell), the surge seemed to be winding down. A few moments later, she was able to finally touch the ground beneath her hooves. Twilight looked around her, and saw that she definitely wasn't in the castle at the very least. It looked like a park, but everything seemed so much bigger, even bigger than what would be made to fit adult ponies.
'It really happened, then. I'm in another world...' With that thought alone, Twilight was overcome with sadness. Sure, she knew that she had a tracking spell placed on her, but what good would that do in a world that had no magic of its own, as far as she could tell. It started as a few hitched sobs, but then almost immediately turned into full blown bawling. She just couldn't hold it in anymore, and let out a stream of tears that could not be stopped by anything.
"I... I... I'm n-never go-going home agaaahahahaaaaaain!"
It was that action alone that had alerted a nearby house, who's owners stepped outside in the dead of night to find out who in the seven circles of hell would leave a child in the park at 3 AM. When they drew closer, they could tell that it wasn't a child, but what seemed to be a miniature horse. Its bawling quieted down to heaving sobs, and then the oddest of things happened. It spoke.
"Hello?"
The older couple had no idea what to do about what they were seeing, but they had to do something. The two of them started whispering to each other.
"Harold, what do we do?"
The man looked at his wife with an incredulous face, "I have no idea! You see that thing? It's a purple horse that can talk! Last I checked, I'm not Dr. Doolittle, and this isn't fucking Wonderland! I know for certain that neither of us are on any drugs, so that leaves the fact that this thing is real! The crap thing is, we can't take it in. It's a fucking alien, for Christ's sake! God dammit, Martha, the only thing we can do, and I hate the very idea of it, is call my cousin. He works in some government facility south of the border, somewhere near Rady Park or something. He'll know what to do with it, or at least know where to take it."
The two of them went back inside, and not twenty minutes later an armored RCMP vehicle showed up. A swarm of officers rushed out and secured the area, before a lone official got out of the vehicle and approached Twilight with an apple. "Hey there, you okay?"
Twilight sniffled, "No, I'm not okay. I'm alone in a place I don't know, and I don't think I can ever go back."
The official knelt down and held out the apple to Twilight, "I can't take you home, but I hope this will help calm you down."
Twilight thanked the official and took the apple in her magic. This shocked a few of the officers, but the official waved them off. The apple was eaten nearly whole, and shortly after, Twilight began yawning. "Whaaa... what was in that apple? I feel sleepy."
"I put a little bit of ketamine in it, to help calm you down and make sure no harm comes to these officers under my watch."
Twilight pouted, or at least she tried to. "But I wasn't going to do..." She yawned, officers refused to acknowledge that she was cute doing such action. "I wasn't going to do anything."
"But how could we know that? It is just a precautionary measure. I hope you understand."
Twilight passed out before she could give the official response. The official carefully picked Twilight up, and brought her into the van. All of the officers got back into the vehicle as well, and then it drove off to Emperor knows where. Over the course of half a day, Twilight was transported to an undisclosed underground facility, where the US counterpart to the official waited. Twilight was exchanged between the two, along with the promise that she would not come to harm, as per the unofficial agreement between the two governments. He hoped against hope that no one could sense the purple horse's presence, else there might be a bloody battle for retrieval, sooner or later...
