So, as my uniquely short, adopted family and I exited the grey castle room, we halted at a strange, ornate door. Elliptically shaped and carved of solid dark oak, the entry sparkled and flickered with fine silver filigree. Their vine and moon patterns reminiscent of the magical tome Spike carried. Curiously, the kids pleaded to sanity saying the door hadn’t been there earlier.

As a family committee, we all decided to enter. Being the tallest, I was elected prime guinea pig to open it.

This is where strangeness and my mental clarity seemed to cascade in shifted memories.

Many things seemed intimately familiar to me, though not to the children. Within the room lay a soft bed, books, shelves, clothing and even a few items the kids didn’t recognize…

So without boring you to death, naturally I had to look at myself the mirror and take a picture of the glittery freakshow that I had become… Don’t ask me why, but at least I didn’t duckface, well, not in this shot at least.

During the wide eyed, rampaging search through belongings and household items, the kids eventually ended up in a random ceremony of bestowing a name for me.

‘Seraphi’, that became my humble monster name. Sare-af-fi for those phonetically inclined.

When the kid’s or more to the point, father and mother’s curiosity had waned, they suggested once more we head with the ‘blue, ancient, unreadable tome’ in hand and go to Princess Luna. Though, Sweetie Belle did seem to garner a sparkling look in her eyes tipped with some kind of sadist glee, every time Spike mentioned someone named ‘Rarity’. Perhaps we were to take a detour..