"Rise."
I stand up, ready. Clearnote smiles.
"Who are you?" she asks me.
"I am Wind Whistler, cast from my world, mocked in Ponyville, and a runaway," I answer. The words leave my lips simply, easily, and lightly. I am no longer afraid. In fact, I feel very warm inside.
Clearnote continues to grin.
"And this world?" she asks. "Does it have a ruler?"
"Well, Majesty rules over her castle and some ponies consider her to be the queen... And there's Rosedust, the queen of the Flutter Ponies... And a bunch of other kings and queens and a prince or princess here and there, but no one is the king or queen of everyone." I say, answering her question. It's just so easy.
Clearnote looks very happy, and very maniacal.
"Thank you, Wind Whistler. Now follow me. We have plans to make..."
The word you're needing here is illogical my good author.
prove the story
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