Note: Guess what? THIS IS MY 100TH CHAPTER! EVERYONE CELEBRATE! YAY!

Dimension: My Little Pony

Planet: Equestria Earth

Specific Location: The Frozen North, Stallion Empire

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

Lyric blinked. Was he in heaven? He then noticed Summer, who was still clinging to him. Was she in heaven as well? Wait… he was a thief, how did HE get to heaven?

Then Lyric realized that they were still in the mountains. Now, unless heaven (or hell) looked exactly like the unforgiving mountains of the north ranges of the Stallion Empire, he and Summer were still alive. Then he noticed an energy bubble was surrounding him and Summer, just like the energy bubble he had found inside the crashed plane. The moment he saw it, it all became clear. The avalanche had struck them, but the energy bubble had popped up around Summer, protecting him and her from the tsunami of snow and ice.

"Summer? Summer!" Lyric exclaimed, shaking the mare into wakefulness. Summer's eyes snapped open. She looked around wildly with her blind eyes and exclaimed, "Lyric? Lyric! Where are you?!"

Lyric squeezed her shoulders. "I'm right here! Remember?"

Summer took a deep breath. As she released the breath, the energy bubble dissolved into nothing. Lyric blinked again. So she DID control the energy bubble! Didn't she?

"Why are we still alive?" asked Summer, her eyes darting about.

"You don't know? You cast that crazy awesome energy shield around us!" exclaimed Lyric, "It was amazing!"

Summer turned her unseeing eyes to look in Lyric's direction. "Energy shield? What?"

"Oh… you really DON'T know," mused Lyric, "Well, when I found you in that plane wreck, you were surrounded by an energy bubble. And now, when that avalanche hit us… we were surrounded by that energy bubble again! It was amazing!"

"W-what?" breathed Summer, "I don't know…"

"Come ON!" exclaimed Lyric, "I know you do! Do it again!"

"I-I don't know how," murmured Summer.

"Sure you do! Just feel it in your gut! It must be there somewhere!"

"I don't know how!"

"Come on!"

"NO!" yelled Summer. She covered her ears with her hooves.

Lyric looked downcast. Now he felt really bad. He shouldn't have pushed her like that. She was obviously unstable, but he had let his greed for that power get a hold of him.

Gently he reached forward and tapped Summer on the shoulder. She shook his hoof off and shook her head. Lyric sighed. He then stared at her intently as he thought about what to do. Finally he gathered up enough courage to say something. He leaned in close and murmured, "Hey, Summer… I'm really sorry. I got carried away. I didn't mean to push you like that. Do you forgive me?"

Summer sighed as well. She put down her hoofs and said, "Yeah, I forgive you. But honestly, I don't know what those things are. In fact, I cannot remember what they are and where they come from. All I know is that they pop up when I am in danger."

Lyric nodded. "I understand. Hey… we're losing daylight, and I don't want us trotting out in the night without shelter for too long. We better get a move-on."

Summer nodded. "Okay."

Lyric and Summer struggled to all fours.

"Okay Lyric," said Summer, promptly holding out a hoof for him to take, "Where to now?"

Lyric grasped Summer's hoof and said, "Right. Follow me!"

The two ponies began to work their way through the snow again. It was even harder now because of all of the extra snow from the avalanche. However, the two were not deterred. In fact, their brush with death had made them work twice as hard to work their way through the bog of frost.

However, as darkness began to shroud the foreboding faces of the mountains, Lyric could see the darks heads of the frozen pine forest.

"We're almost there," said Lyric, "Maybe thirty more minutes."

The two lapsed into silence once more as they continued to trot through the meter-high snow. However, just as the last bit of rays of sunlight vanished behind the iron teeth of the frozen mountains, Summer suddenly said, "Lyric. Talk to me."

"Ummmmmmmm… beg pardon? I didn't hear you. I think my brain just shut off," said Lyric, totally shocked.

Summer laughed, her voice dancing through the cold air like musical bells. "I said talk to me, silly!"

"Oh. Er. Um. A-a-about what?" stuttered Lyric. His mind really had gone blank. He had been getting used to the silence, like he always had, and he really did not want to talk. He never had anypony to talk to other than himself before, anyway. But he could not say no to Summer. He simply couldn't.

"Describe the world to me," said Summer with a dreamy sigh, "Tell me what you see. Don't leave out a single detail."

"Oh… okay…" said Lyric. He took a deep breath and then began to talk. He told Summer about how the mountains shored up forebodingly on either side like vast grey walls. He told her about how the snow covered the massive stretch of land between the mountains like a fluffy white tablecloth. He told her about how the sky was like a vast blue drape, with sparkling points of light filling the sky completely, painting a beautiful picture of light and wonder.

As he talked, Lyric felt his worries fade away. The pain of his past life, the anger against those who had betrayed him, the hate against his current life, and the worry for the predicaments surrounding Summer and her helplessness simply all faded away.

Next thing they knew, there were entering the pine forest.

"We're here now!" exclaimed Lyric.

"Well?" said Summer.

Lyric glanced at her and said, "Well... what?"

"What does it look like?"

"Oh. Tall brown and green spikes that stick out of the ground and stretch towards the sky. However, everything has white covering it all, so it is not as welcome as you would think."

Summer let go of Lyric's hand and wandered off a couple of meters to his right. Groping with a hoof, she felt the bark of a nearby pine tree.

"It's cold, hard as steel. Everything here is cold and hard, even life."

Lyric nodded his head in agreement. "You're right. But we cannot let that stop us. Come on, I'll build us a fire and cook up some food. Then we can settle down for tonight."

Summer nodded and sat down. She looked intently with her sightless eyes at the vast sky above her as Lyric gathered some wood for kindling and fuel.

He piled up the woodpile and lit it. In a couple of minutes, a hearty blaze was going. Lyric put a pot over the fire and melted some snow, then he began to cook some potatoes and carrots into a soup. As he watched the soup cook, he bit his bottom lip. This was almost all of the food he had left. Could he really spare anything for anypony other than himself? Could he really? It was a dog-eat-dog world out there, and he could not really afford to look out for others than himself.

However, almost as if she sensed his thoughts, Summer suddenly said, "I don't need to eat anything. I didn't do anything other than talk, and I don't think that burns many calories. However, you had to dig me out of that pile of snow and carry me for a while, you deserve something."

That immediately made up Lyric's mind to give her something. Face burning in shame once more at the fact that he had even CONSIDERED being stingy, Lyric exclaimed, "Heck no! We both get equal shares, and that is that."

He carefully poured two bowls of soup. However, he gave himself the bigger bowl of soup, thinking that he deserved it (though he knew he was now going to hate himself in the morning).

"This is very good," commented Summer, "I didn't know you were such a good cook."

"I'm not," snorted Lyric, "But anything tastes good when you're starving."

Summer nodded. "I understand. Nonetheless, you might want to know that those two other carrots in your pack have sedimentary poisoning. I can smell it."

Lyric blinked. "But… but…"

"I don't think it would be a good idea to eat it," sighed Summer, almost apologetically, "I don't think either of us want to end up sick."

"How can it they bad? I don't see anything wrong with them!" exclaimed Lyric indignantly as he drew the two carrots out of his pack. They looked perfectly fine on the outside.

"Take them out and break one in half," insisted Summer. She sounded earnest, so Lyric decided to take her seriously.

He broke one in half, and looked in horror. The insides were rotting away. Sighing in resignation, he tossed both carrots away and said, "There goes tomorrow's breakfast. Thanks though. How could you tell?"

Summer grinned. "Augmented sense of smell. You're welcome. However, never you fear! I am sure we can work out something for tomorrow's breakfast. Never lose hope."

A long, drawn-out howl resonated from the distance the moment Summer finished talking. She flattened her ears against the side of her skull and whispered, "What was that?"

"Oh, that? Nothing. That was just a lone mountain wolf. He's alone, so he won't hunt us. Don't worry," said Lyric, happy he finally knew something she didn't.

Summer sighed and looked down at her hoofs with her blank eyes. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I'm just a helpless filly here, aren't I? I am slowing you down."

"No! No you're not!" exclaimed Lyric, "I love your company. First, you saved me from that avalanche, then you saved me from eating those carrots!"

"Technically I saved BOTH of us, so that doesn't count," muttered Summer.

Lyric rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine. Technicalities aside, you saved me, and I am grateful. In fact, what's more, with you here, I have no need to worry about that wolf. You see, regularly a lone wolf would pose a problem to a lone traveler as myself, but with you here, the wolf, if it come this way, will see both of us and will think twice. See? There are many pros to having you with me!"

"Okay, you win," said Summer, her usually jovial attitude returning. "So! Who gets first shift?"

"That may happen in movies, but not really out here," chuckled Lyric, "We're both going to sleep."

Then there was an awkward pause. Finally Summer took a deep breath and said, "Okay, since you're so obviously too scared to say it, I will say it: I suggest we sleep together in order to conserve body heat. There! Happy?"

Lyric mumbled something unintelligible and slowly lowered himself onto the ground in a sleeping position by the fire. Summer stood there by his side for a moment. Then she sat down and groped with a hoof until she located his form. Then she lay down as well and snuggled in close.

Lyric felt incredibly comfortable with her coat pressing against him on one side, and the fire on his other side, but he also felt incredibly uncomfortable by virtue of the fact that a girl was sleeping right next to him. However, Summer was pretty awesome, and she made him feel less awkward. Thus, eventually comfortable gradually overcame uncomfortable, and he managed to drift to sleep in a fuzzy warm haze, rocked to sleep by the rhythmic breathing of the mare beside him.

Dimension: My Little Pony

Planet: Equestria Earth

Specific Location: Canterlot

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

"You want me to do WHAT?" snorted Gene, regarding August as if he had suddenly turned into an elephant.

"I need you to come with me on a quest," repeated August.

"Seriously? That makes no sense! I mean, here you were, not more than an hour ago, telling me that you just wanted to live an extremely boring life, and then you're here now, telling me that you want to go on an adventure! Really?" exclaimed Gene, "I sense a major discontinuity error right here."

"Gene, please," sighed August, "You know I just said that stuff to mask my longing for adventure. Ever since I've heard the tales of adventure from Sunset Shadow about heroes and things, I've wanted to go off and be a hero as well! What could be better than being a Dimensional Traveler, exploring the multiverse and saving innocents from the forces of evil?"

"What could be better? A lot," replied Gene dryly, "Look, August, Sunset may have had amazing adventures, but he was lucky. In fact, it is a freaking miracle that he did not get himself and all that he loved killed by acting the way he did. Being a good guy comes with a hefty price tag, you know."

"Sunset was able to do it, and now I'm going to do it," said August stoutly.

"This is crazy. You're crazy… Okay fine, I'm in," snorted Gene.

August winked. "Great."

At this moment, a portal opened up behind the two beings and Doxia stepped out. He was holding a holopad and a small cardboard box.

"Hey-o kiddos!" exclaimed Doxia in a very jocund manner, "What's up?"

"We've been waiting for you!" said August.

Doxia nodded. "Right. Great. Now, here is what the deal is, this is the holopad containing all of the pieces of armor we HAVE located. Sadly, some pieces are still missing. However, I will do my best to locate the rest while you are on the move, and do not hesitate to ask around just in case any dimensional natives or other interdimensional travelers have info that might prove useful."

August took the proffered holopad and glanced it over. "It says the BIONICLE dimension."

"Yeppers! That is exactly what is says! The right shoulder pad of Blue should be somewhere in there. I dunno where, but it is there."

"Okay," said Gene, nodding his head, "Tell me… what is in that box?"

"Oh! That's right, the box…" said Doxia. He opened it up and pulled out a gun. But this was no ordinary gun, this was the Inquisition Blaster that the Paradox had used to shoot his head off.

"After we took this off the Paradox, we fixed it up," said Doxia, "This is for you, August, to defend yourself; because heaven knows Gene has a hard enough watching his own backside. Imagine him having to watch yours as well!"

Gene rolled his eyes as August took the blaster and looked it over carefully. He then handed it to Gene for inspection. Gene regarded the weapon with an air of interest. Finally, he said, "This is a projectile gun. However, where is the ammo?"

"Oh, that. Well, for some strange reason the automatic reload system had been cleverly disabled when we got it, but after a couple of years, I finally managed to locate the problem. This device is very clever – designed by Kytax it was – for the clip not only holds the bullets of Dimensional Energy, but also creates them out of nothing. The clip holds six shots, and can conjure up a full reload in three seconds."

"That's amazing! So it reloads itself with an infinite amount of ammo! Three second reload you say? Not bad," chuckled Gene, now regarding the weapon with an even greater air of interest.

"Wait a second," interjected August, "KYTAX made this? But, isn't he like the embodiment of good or something? Why would he make something like this?"

"Oh August," chuckled Doxia lightly, "You think Kytax was always that awesome? Anyway, let me tell you how it is going to work. Armed with that weapon, the Kanohi Olmak, and the holopad, you and Gene will travel throughout the multiverse locating all the armor pieces. Once you have done so, bring them back and I will use my scanners to track the wearabouts of Blue. Once we have found him, we can find Sunflower and Dark. With the John 3 Chapter reassembled, Orion and Pictor will have nowhere to run. They will be hunted down in no time. Got it?"

August nodded.

"Good!" exclaimed Doxia, "Now one more thing…"

The powerful Dimensional Lord snapped a finger, and suddenly August was surrounded by bright bands of multicolored light. The tornado of energy spun around August and grew brighter and brighter… then it vanished. As the lights faded, August appeared to be human, with light battle armor and a backpack. August blinked in surprise. Though he had transformed into a human more often than naught just so that he could feel like what it meant to be one, he usually preferred to stay as a pony like the rest of his friends and family.

"You ain't goin' 'round as a colorful pony, partner," chuckled Doxia, "Now that you are all set… Adios! Don't forget to celebrate my 100th chapter!"

August blinked. "Ummm... what did you just say?"

But it was too late, for, Doxia dissparead in a flash of light. August looked down at his body for a moment, and then looked at Gene. "Well… I guess we better say goodbye to my family and then be on our way. I have no idea how long this trip will take, so we better hurry up and get this all over with."

"I guess you're right. Let's go," replied Gene.

The two quickly strolled off to Canterlot Castle in the distance.

Dimension: Once Upon a Time

Planet: Fairy Tale Earth

Specific Location: Snow White and Charming's Castle

Time: Twenty-two years after the death of the Paradox, twelve years after the Curse

Orion strolled slowly up and down the abandoned Dining Hall of the empty, yet grand, castle. The Harold person had called for yet another meeting.

"Harold…" muttered Orion to himself, "What kind of name is that anyway?

Orion sat down in one of the rickety, dusty old chairs and looked around. This place worried him. He was powerful, all right, but by virtue of the fact that he could not see or hurt Harold made him nervous.

He was so nervous, in fact, that he almost hurled his powerful spear when another portal opened up and Pictor hopped out.

"Pictor," acknowledged Orion coldly. Pictor simply nodded his head in return. The moment they did that, the voice of Harold rang out from nowhere.

"Well, nicely done Orion! You have Amethyst scrambling for the Inquisition! I am quite pleased."

"Well, you might be pleased, but I am not," snapped Orion, "I don't know if you know, but last time I faced the Inquisition, they were my downfall."

"Wait… what?" interrupted Pictor, his voice tight with what sounded like fear, "What about the Inquisition?!"

Harold began to laugh. It was loud, mocking, and sarcastic.

"Oh my god! You guys are honestly scared of the Inquisition? Come on, now… seriously!"

"You would be scared of the Inquisition if you know what they are capable of!" hissed Orion, "I have been around since day one of the rise of the interdimensional empires. I was living when Doxia and Arcturus stated that the Inquisition program, and I was present when seven Inquisition soldiers took down fourteen different Dimensional Lords from the three empires in a training match. And what is more, three Inquisition soldiers beat me and two hundred thousand Maelstrom soldiers. They are unstoppable."

There was a pause. "Ummmmm… wrong. They are very stoppable. You just need to know how to do it."

Pictor stared apprehensively into the shadows. "Are you MAD? How is that possible? The Inquisition holds pure power. They ARE power."

"Wrong. In fact, your whole definition of power is wrong. Power is not the ability to strike another being down. Power is knowledge. And that is something I have more than anything."

"Yeah, right. Just because our scanners don't come up with anything when we try to identify you does not mean you have an edge in knowledge."

"Let me try to get through that thick skull of yours with an analogy. In the case of a video game, who usually has the most knowledge of the entire works? The developer. This whole arc of events that are unfolding right now is because of me. I am the developer, and thus, I have the most knowledge, and thus I hold the most power."

"You? The developer? That's a laugh."

"Laugh all you want, but you cannot extinguish the fact that it is true. Let me explain... I was the one who fed Celestia that hilariously convincing 'prophecy' about demons and heroes. I was the one who convinced the Paradox to trap Sunset Shadow in the Harmony Tree dimension so that he would be converted. I was the one who suggested that Caustic Rain be sent to be in the Harmony Tree dimension as well. And I was the one who orchestrated the final moments of the Paradox. We're all playing by my rules now."

Pictor slowly began to back away, so Orion took it upon himself to scathingly say, "I thought that everyone was playing by my rules when I almost took over the multiverse single-handedly. But then the Inquisition showed up. We will see. But now, how in the hell do you plan to stop the rise of the Inquisition?"

Harold began to laugh again. Then he said, in a sing-song voice, "I know something you don't know."

Pictor ground his teeth together and hissed, "I swear…"

"Please, spare me your bumbling words," interrupted Harold, "I have a plan. Now… listen very carefully. Orion, I have yet another job for you…"

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