#seeksquest

          “you’re looking at the newest owner of a driver’s licence.” he looked proud of himself as he held up the piece of lamented plastic, waving it around like he owned the place. the picture that was taken might not have been the best given he looked as though he were drunk, but that didn’t matter. 

           The enchanted book had taken him all over the world, and still he has found no answers - no magic to fix his terrible curse. Hope dissipates faster and faster each passing day. Surely there must be some place with enough magic to help him ? Someone who knows a spell to turn him back ? ---- - Maybe the problem is this world, there just aren’t enough people who know magic, who believe. That’s when the idea comes to him, he has no time to dwell on it, he just has to do it. Large paws grasp the book and he thinks of a world filled with magic, he’s truly desperate now. The thought is vague, will it even work ? Doubt is stopped right in it’s tracks as a light starts to envelop the Beast, it was working ! The next thing he knows, he’s someplace entirely new. 

          Danny was trying to not freak out, however -- as was the case more often than not, it seemed -- trying was not synonymous to succeeding.

          The last thing he remembered before waking up was shock. He didn’t remember pain. He didn’t remember transforming into whatever he was now. He just remembered everything going white and his mind deciding it wasn’t going to stick around for whatever his body was going through. Before that -- he remembered messing with his parents’ stuff.

          Usually, he’d declare himself uninterested in whatever his parents’ were up to. He’d make it known to them, to his sister, and to anyone that was around to hear it, that he didn’t want anything to do with their weird, freaky magic experiments. He didn’t understand why two people who were seemingly so skilled with technology would dedicate their lives to something so archaic. Not when they had the potential to be ferociously successful if they would just switch their focus to something that was in much higher demand. Not when their ridiculous research made everyone think they were a couple of lunatics who were raising a lunatic son.

          Something about their latest project, though, seemed different to Danny. Something about it made him curious beyond his usual nature. They said they’d found some sort of portal -- or a well or something -- that would lead them to a source from which they could draw the power they’d been lacking. It sounded like this could be the thing that made all their past failures worth it. If this thing did what they said it could do, then maybe it would turn the Fenton’s lives around . . .

          Well, it turned Danny’s life around, that was for sure -- and not in the way it was supposed to.

          Fortunately for Danny, soon after he turned into this glowy-eyed, snowy-haired, spectral disaster, his high school had been demolished by itself in the form of a dragon and subsequently miraculously reconstructed by the only boy for who-knew-how-many miles who seemed to have some control over the unpredictable force that got Danny into this predicament in the fist place.

     WE’RE NOT GOING TO KILL HER! 

     ian could still hear his outburst towards his brother from earlier that morning, the anger rising up in his chest because of it was still lingering in him as he began to haul the food that was found on his outing. it had been a few months since their mother had turned into one of those--things--and ian was still nowhere near getting a cure for her, the young elf felt useless--hopeless even--as he did everything he could with his own magic to try to counteract whatever happened. 

     a magical virus they said this was, something that happened because of the many years they were all without magic and to reunite the people of this planet with the source again was too much for some and it had horrible effects. ian could still remember the cries of the townspeople when it hit new mushroomton, it was horrible. blood and visceral everywhere, thankfully the lightfoot family had their house secure when it happened. 

     it went well for a few months and then they were running low on food and their mother went out--and she got bit. it had been two months since that day--or was it three? ian couldn’t remember, the days just blurred into one another. but one thing was for sure, he was going to find a way to reverse this. 

     rainbow stood her ground against these alicorns, they didn’t seem to be anything like the one’s she knew back in her homeland, these were more aggrivated for some reason. 

          “i said i don’t understand what you’re saying!” she yelled out, holding her wings up, doing her best to act intimidating so they would just leave her alone. she then noticed someone walking--on two legs--hopefully they could help her.