Note: Sorry everyone, but I had to post this off-schedule. The reason for this is that I will be away from the computer for the rest of the day. I apologize to everyone for the inconvenience, and hope that no one was confused. Anyway, enjoy!

Dimension: My Little Pony

Planet: Equestria Earth

Specific Location: Ponyville

Time: Twenty-two years after the death of the Paradox

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait," Sunset exclaimed, interrupting Doxia's tale, "Blue KILLED Orion?"

Doxia stretched and yawned. Then he said, "Yep. Well, it depends what you mean by KILLED. He did shoot Orion's face off, but Orion had planned for an event where he could possibly be killed, so he set up a special device that brought him back. However, we discovered the device shortly after, so if we take Orion out this time, he's gone for good."

"That's not the point," persisted Sunset, "Orion surrendered, and Blue shot him anyway. In fact, even when Blue was faced with Orion destroying that special device, Blue threw caution to the winds and shot Orion without remorse. I really hope this was not supposed to be a tale of inspiration, because it was not."

"Nah, not really, but I think it meant a lot to one pony, isn't that right, August?" said Doxia, jabbing August playfully with an elbow.

August had been staring off into the distance; however, the jab brought him back to reality. "Huh? What are we talking about? Uh, yeah!"

"Oh, we were talking about if we should sacrifice you to the marshmallow gods or not. I am so glad you agreed to be the first sacrifice, it has been a while since it rained marshmallows," commented Doxia airily.

Seeing the alarmed look on August's face, Gene rolled his eyes and said, "They were JOKING August, calm down."

August blushed and mumbled, "Oh… yeah… sorry…"

Flaming Star looked at August curiously. "What's the matter?"

"I don't know… it just seems that there was something wrong with the story that Doxia jut told," muttered August apologetically.

"Well, if you mean wrong in the sense that it was immoral, than, yes, you are right," said Sunset grimly. Doxia put a hand on his chest indignantly as he began to chuckle.

August shook his head vehemently. "It was nothing like that! It felt like a detail was missing… Aha! I got it! Doxia! Sunflower's shoulder pads weren't swept back, they were rigid semi-circles with hexagonal-serrated edges!"

There was a long pause. "Yyyeeeaaahhhh… and you know this how?" said Flaming Star skeptically.

Doxia looked at August curiously. Then he reached forward with a hand, and tapped August's forehead gently. Suddenly August felt Doxia taking a peek into his mind. Reflexively, August pushed all the memories of his dreams to the foremost part of his memory, showing Doxia exactly what he had endured over the past couple of months.

Doxia then withdrew his hand and looked at August quietly. There was another minute-long pause. Finally, Doxia said, "This is interesting… Caustic Rain, August, I need you two to come with me."

Caustic Rain blinked. "What?"

"Oh, it will only take a moment," snorted Doxia, "I'm not going to arrest you. It's just that something astronomically awesome could possibly be happening. However, I'm taking it all in stride."

Doxia snapped a finger and a portal opened. He then motioned for Caustic Rain and August to follow him. Caustic Rain gave Sunset an alarmed look just as August glanced in surprise at Gene. Then the two followed Doxia through a portal.

They found themselves in Rerenhaw. Mattimeo was standing with another Dimensional Lord. This lord was a head shorter than Mattimeo. He also had yellow energy bands running down his powerful full-body armor set. His masked helmet had a visor shaped like outspread wings of an eagle, and was glowing gold. This was Meadolax. Meadolax was talking to Mattimeo.

"Then Langley was like, 'lol wut?' and I was like 'totally brah,' and then we blew stuff up and things like that," chirped Meadolax happily. He was certainly enjoying himself.

Mattimeo patiently listened to Meadolax's ramble. However, Mattimeo then noticed Doxia's arrival and held up a hand. Meadolax looked off in the same direction as Mattimeo's gaze and saw Doxia.

"Doxia! What's up buddy?" Meadolax exclaimed happily.

Doxia raised a hand and the two high-fived. Meadolax then turned to look at Caustic Rain and August.

"Ah! Samuel and August Dellor! Coolio! Nice to meet you two! Why are you here?" he chirped.

"I will explain that in a moment," said Doxia. He then turned to Mattimeo and said, "August had these dreams. I am sending you the data."

There was a pause, then Mattimeo telepathically called up several holographic terminals in front of his face. Mattimeo regarded the information with an air of interest. "This is interesting. I am unsure if this is wise, though. August is nowhere near ready to do anything."

"Yeah, well, Orion is back," said Meadolax, "I was considering hunting himself down myself, but we have no idea where he is. I guess August will be the one who is running the whole show then."

"WAIT!" yelled August, "What are you guys talking about?"

"I dunno. Ice cream?" snorted Doxia, "Don't yell. Hey, Caustic Rain. Do you remember anything about your father?"

Caustic Rain blinked. "No. Not really. He was a war veteran of some war… but then he died. My mother died shortly after. I was all alone…"

Doxia nodded. "Coolio. That's all set then. August, I am about to say something so cliché that you will either burst out laughing or think I'm crazy. However, since I am already insane, I suppose all that is left for you to do is burst out laughing."

August regarded Doxia worriedly. "Ummmm… okay… what is it?"

"Well, you are special. We need you to do something for us," said Doixa.

August blinked. They needed HIM to do something? "What? Why?"

"The dreams are a special detection device hardwired into your DNA. You are what is called a Detector. When the Inquisition was first created, we needed SPECIAL beings to be trained. We couldn't just grab any ordinary Amethyst trooper. We needed special peeps. So Kytax created a special species of Earth Prime humans called Detectors. The missing information that is in inherent to human DNA was filled with information hardwired to detect an Imagination Energy signature unique to beings able to withstand the augmentations of Inquisition armor and training. You're grandfather, August, was a Detector secretly. Usually Detector DNA doesn't pass down, though, but I suppose this is a special case where the DNA did recur within you. Now you are a Detector."

August blinked. "I… am…? Well, what am I supposed to do with it?"

Mattimeo had been staring hard and long at Doxia. Then, Mattimeo turned his head to consider August. Then he said, "Almost all of the Detectors are gone. However, your grandfather was the last, we don't know how he was, but he was. But with him gone, we assumed that the Detector lines were finished. The Inquisition program went on lockdown after the Maelstrom war ended, and without the Detectors, we all assumed it would be on lockdown for eternity. That would have sorely cost us now, considering that Orion, one of the few beings who almost REQUIRE to have a whole Inquisition squad set on him, has returned. But with a new Detector alive, we can use you. Please, we need your help."

August almost had a heart attack. Mattimeo, who was even more powerful than Doxia, was asking HIM for help. "Er, sure! Okay!"

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait! You can't just send my son off on some wild goose chase!" exclaimed Caustic Rain.

"Well, technically they can," said Meadolax apologetically, "But, yeah, is there something you want to know first?"

"For starters, what exactly are you sending him off to do?" asked Caustic Rain warily.

"When the Inquisition program was shut down, the Inquisition soldiers were sent into cryo-sleep in the core of the center planet of the dimension of Meshe II. However, there were three soldiers who did not go into cryo-sleep, the John 3 Chapter. However, they are also they ones most qualified to take down Orion, Pictor, and anyone else involved in these new acts of terrorism. Thus, we need a Detector, namely August, to find Blue, Dark, and Sunflower."

"I guess I can do that…" muttered August, "But how do I find them?"

"First you need to find Blue, since he is the most important," said Doxia, "However, he discarded his armor. Thus, you need to find his armor first. His armor will lead you to him. A couple billion years ago I managed to isolate most of the pieces of armor within specific dimensions. However, I could not waste time looking for them because I was neither a Detector, nor was I free: I was being watched by the Paradox at that time. But now we have you. I will give you the names of the dimensions, and you can go find the armor."

"I can't even open a portal! And I don't even know how these Detector powers work!" burst out August, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening.

"Way ahead of you big boy," snorted Doxia. He pulled out a weird, horizontally-stretched mask with long curving sides. It was colored gold. "You see this? This is a BIONICLE mask of power called a Kanohi Olmak. This mask has the ability to open portals to any dimension, kind of like our powers. You will use this to jump from place to place."

August took it in his hoofs and regarded it. "Okay. Great, so now I have this. How am I supposed to tell when I've stumbled upon a piece of Blue's armor?"

"Oh, you will know," chortled Doxia, "Just like you knew my description of Sunflower was wrong."

August blinked. "Wait… you got that description wrong on PURPOSE?"

Doxia nodded his head. "A while back, Luna called out to me, asking me to help you with the nightmares that she could not detect. I became suspicious when I saw the data, but I had to be sure. You are familiar with the Inquisition armor sets because that is part of the data wired into your DNA as a Detector."

August sighed. It all made sense now. Those images he had seen were memories of the Inquisition program. His doubt was slipping away. "Okay. I understand. But can I bring someone with me on this journey?"

"I will go with you," said Caustic Rain immediately.

"No," replied Mattimeo, "Luna needs you. August, I suggest you take Gene Grayson with you. You two will make an excellent team."

Caustic Rain eyed the assembly before him truculently and then turned to August. "Son, you don't have to do thus," he murmured.

August shook his head. "I know, but Mattimeo is asking me. I am going to do it. If this Orion being is as dangerous as they say, than there is no telling what he could do. In fact, he might be the one responsible for killing Flaming Star's daughter. That act of terrorism seems quite similar to what is transpiring now. I will do my best to bring monsters like Orion to justice. I will do this."

"But, son, I thought you wanted nothing to do with adventures!" exclaimed Caustic Rain.

"I know I said that, but... But the truth is I've always wanted an adventure, that is why I tried to distance myself, because I felt like I would never have one, and that thought made me feel hopeless."

August then turned to Doxia. "I will get Gene and leave immediately."

Doxia chuckled. "Coolio. Right, I'll show you the door."

Doxia opened a portal and motioned for Cuastic Rain and August to leave. They did. Doxia then closed the portal and looked at Mattimeo. There was a long pause.

Finally Meadolax broke the silence. "You know… I don't know if I should be appalled or amused. Doxia, I have never seen you lie so many times with such a straight face."

Doxia sighed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, we aren't all perfect. But this needs to be done."

"No, it doesn't," said Mattimeo emotionlessly, "August could become corrupted during his trip. You are playing on the fact that he has some strong sense of morality, which he might not. And you lying to him like that is not going to make anything better."

"Archangel Michael and I were present when he was born, and Michael could sense great good within him," said Doxia, sounding serious for once in his life, "I never play chance."

"Sooooo… are you SURE there is someone controlling Pictor and Orion?" asked Meadolax.

"I am positive," sighed Doixa, "I am positive. We need to hope that we can prepare, though."

"I am reinstating the Amethyst army," said Mattimeo, "I am doing what I can."

"And I am hanging out in the Reset Dimension, Orbit," chirped Meadolax, "Doing nothing too useful other than ensuring those human dudes don't kill each other too much."

"As for me, now that we've got Dellor the Detector – hey, I like that name! – on his quest, I can go back to doing what I was doing before," said Doxia dramatically, "I can go back to reassembling the Rerenhaw Council! This is going to be soooooo awesome! I can think of a bajillion different candidates who would be totally awesome."

"Awesome and qualified are two different things, Doxia," said Mattimeo quietly, "Ensure you know the difference before you settle on the available choices."

"Yeah, cool, whatever," snorted Doxia, "Great. Now, let's get moving! Rome wasn't built in a day, so let's see if we can build it in TWO days!"

Dimension: My Little Pony

Planet: Equestria Earth

Specific Location: The Frozen North, Stallion Empire

Time: Twenty-two years after the death of the Paradox

"Sooooo… Whatcha doin'?" said Summer.

Lyric snorted. "I am walking. Just like you." Silence pressed in again.

"Soooo… How old are you?" persisted Summer.

Lyric blinked. He was really quite bothered by Summer's babbling, but he could not bring himself to ignore her or snap at her. He took a deep, shaking breath and said, "I'm thirteen. And you?"

"I'm thirteen as well. What month?"

"January."

"Dang it. You're older than me. I was born in July, in the summer. That's why my name is Summer, get it?"

Lyric gave Summer a side-long glance. He was astonished at how this blind pony was so happy. He had only seen another blind pony once, and that poor stallion ended up being left out to get eaten by mountain wolves. That pony had been harsh, murderous, and suspicious of everything. Summer was jovial and sweet. It annoyed him most of the time, but it also made him want to protect her, which offset his urge to leave her behind quite nicely. After a moment of thinking these thoughts over, he nodded his head slowly and said, "Yyyyeeaahhhh… I get it."

"So, why are you named Lyric? Is there a reason?" said Summer, determined to keep the conversation going despite the fact that hunger, exhaustion, and cold made it difficult for them to talk.

Lyric released a snort of frozen air. Then he said, "Well… I'm a musician. I play music in towns."

"You play music in the Stallion Empire? Ugh, that sounds pretty harsh. How do you make a living?" asked Summer innocently.

Lyric glanced defensively at Summer and gave her the "please stop asking me questions" glare. Then he remember that she was blind. He was about to roll his eyes when Summer said, "Are you glaring at me? You're glaring at me."

Lyric's jaw dropped. "Um, er, no… how can you tell?"

Summer smiled and gave him another little shove. "I can just tell."

"Yeah, but that doesn't answer anything."

"No, it answers everything, silly! Blind ponies sometimes have that, you know."

Lyric eyed Summer warily now. If she could tell when he had his eyes on her, could she tell when he was lying as well?

"Anyway," continued Summer, "You haven't answered my question! How do you make a living, playing music?"

"I… I make enough," mumbled Lyric, now trying to not look at her.

Summer actually turned her blank eyes in his direction. However, after a moment, she turned away and went back to staring off into space.

Lyric sighed silently in relief. She was actually quite scary. Finally, he decided to resume the conversation himself. "Do you know where you came from? I mean, you were in an airplane and all, flying from somewhere," he said.

Summer shrugged. "I guess I came from somewhere, I just don't know. Are we there yet?"

Lyric looked around and bit his frozen bottom lip. By the way Summer was gripping his hoof, he could tell that she was weakening. He could also feel himself becoming faint. They needed to find shelter from the icy wind which was still whipping around them.

"No," he sighed sadly, "We're not."

Summer sighed as well. Then she tried to sound cheery as she said, "Well! That's no problem! We just keep on trotting and keep on talking. Talking will keep our minds off food. However, how long do you think it will be until we reach that one frozen pine forest you were talking about?"

Lyric shaded his eyes. "If you really want to keep going, we should make it an hour or so after nightfall."

Summer blinked. Then she lifted her muzzle and took in a deep breath of the harshly frozen air. "It's going to be about an hour before the sun finally sets," she commented, "So that makes it two to three hours of trotting, then?"

Lyric nodded. "Er… yeah… how did you know?"

Lyric turned her face to the sun which was poking its weak rays through the billows of thick, gray, gloomy clouds. "I can feel the sun on my coat. And unless the sun decided to rise in the west today, it is soon going to be setting."

Lyric grinned. "You're crazy."

Summer grinned as well. "If by crazy you mean super-wicked-awesome, then yes."

Lyric's face actually began to burn as he began to blush. "Yeah… and pretty."

"Oho! Taking advantage of the blind little filly, are we?"

Lyric immediately let go of Summer's hoof, sat down in the snow, and began to babble, "Oh! No! I didn't mean that! I mean, yeah, sure, you're pretty… but not in THAT way! I mean, er, no! You ARE pretty! It's just that…"

Summer began to laugh. Even though her face had started to turn blue from the cold, and the wind had ravaged both of her and his ears and lips, the laugh still danced in the frozen air like musical bells. "It's OKAY Lyric! It's okay! Thanks! And… I think you're handsome."

Lyric sighed deeply in relief, and then saw this as a chance to regain his "cool guy" composure. "Oh yeah? How do you know I'm handsome? For all you know I have one eye, a gold tooth, and a Mohawk!"

Summer sat down next to him. Then, she began to breathe on her hoofs and rub them together. Lyric was about to ask her what she was doing when she reached forward with her right hoof and gently touched his face. Lyric shut his mouth tight and stiffened. Summer began to run her hoof gently over his face and mane. Then she withdrew and smiled sweetly. "There! And now I have a perfect picture of you in my head. I think you're handsome."

"Thanks," replied Lyric hoarsely, "Is it, er, hot in here?"

Both he and Summer burst out laughing.

After a pause, Lyric took a deep breath and said, "You know, I'm really glad you are with me. It's really lonely, being a loner, as the name implies. I never knew company was so great. I really look forward to tonight. It's been so terrible, every night, having to listen to the wolves howl, looking for prey. Sometimes I never get any sleep, but now someone will be sleeping with me…"

Lyric blinked, and realized what he had just said. Once again words ran out of his mouth like a river as he tried to explain, "Oh! I mean! Arrrggg… I meant that it would be nice to have a pony to share a night shift! That means I don't have to stay up alone or go to sleep alone! No! I mean…"

"Shhhh!" exclaimed Summer suddenly. She held up a hoof. Lyric, glad for a reason to shut up, clamped his jaw down hard.

Summer's ears flicked. Her unseeing eyes slowly darted around. Then she got up.

"What is it?" asked Lyric, immediately sensing something was wrong.

"I hear an avalanche," whispered Summer, "And I think it's coming our way."

"An avalanche?" asked Lyric, "How is that possible? Do you think your loud screaming earlier triggered it?"

"No," replied Summer, "That's a myth. However, there is an avalanche coming nonetheless."

"I still don't think that's possible," snorted Lyric, he then turned around to look behind him… then his jaw dropped again. His jaw had probably hit the floor more times today than his entire life. Off in the distance, and gaining fast, was a massive wall of fast-moving snow: an avalanche.

"Lyric?" said Summer, her voice suddenly small, "What do we do?"

Lyric's eyes hardened. Summer was counting on him now, and he had no intention of letting her down. After all, they probably would both end up dead anyway, so he might as well not leave her behind.

"Lyric?"

"Summer… we have to run."

With that, Lyric grabbed Summer's hoof and galloped off. Sadly, the boggy snow slowed them down, and the avalanche kept getting closer and closer. Seeing that running had obviously failed, Lyric looked around desperately for a solution. Unfortunately, the only things around him were snow, and the steep rock faces of the mountains. There was no cover. He let out a long sigh. They were done for.

"Lyric? Are you okay?" asked Summer, her blank eyes still darting about.

Lyric shook his head. "No. There's nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide."

The rumbling of the avalanche had become a road now, and it was sweeping down the hill towards them. Summer reached with her free hoof and took Lyric's other free hoof. Then she pulled him into a hug. Lyric smiled sadly. He returned the hug as he watched the wall of white barreling towards them fill his vision. Then the avalanche struck.

Note: I am glad that my first Flashback episode was a hit. What do you guys want to see in the upcoming episodes? Please let me know! And don't forget to review! If you give me reviews, I will give you a kangaroo. I've always wanted one, and I am sure you've always wanted one as well.