The nameless human continued on along the path from the zebra house. He came across some bright blue flowers, but decided to leave them as the path seemed to give them a wide berth. As he cleared the forest, he came to a beautiful plain. A colonial-style village lay in the center of his view. Across the hills near it, trees spattered the heights, little pinpricks of red suggesting they were apple trees. Near the trees, a bright red barn surrounded by various pens, matching the color of the fruit. From the color of the trees, he could deduct it was Autumn (which he now remembered was his favorite season). He decided to go into town. Due to the strangeness of a nameless person, he decided to think of a name. He sat, surveying the beautiful landscape, looking for inspiration. The livelihood of the place soaked in to him. August. Perfect. August trekked across the plain through a path, that seemed to have some recent neglect. As he neared the town, no one seemed to be outside. Only quite a few of pastel horses. August rubbed his eyes. They were still here. and they were talking, operating stalls in what seemed to be a market, and eating at restaurants. Suddenly, one of them noticed August.

"One of those things! Run!" The brightly colored pony shouted.

"Oh Celestia, another one!" A second equine shouted.

"Wait, the eyes aren't the same!" Announced a third.

August's mind picked up on the shouting, but the only word he heard was eyes. As soon as he thought it, he heard something behind him. He shifted around, seeing one of them. This time, he wasn't as scared. He could move. August sprinted from the thing, grabbing a metal pipe from what seemed to be a plumber.

"Wait, no! He brought one with him! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

August ignored the shouting, and anger took over fear. Anger for stealing him from his home, putting him where he didn't belong, and frightening these strange, and seemingly hapless townsfolk. He ran at the creature, brandishing the pipe. He got in a few solid hits, breaking what he thought was a rib, and probably giving a pretty bad concussion. August was preparing for a second hit, when the thing grasped his neck, lifting him easily of the ground, despite its scrawny arms. It locked him in it's gaze once again. He could feel something slicing into his abdomen, causing an intense burning. The alien thing dropped him, and it was holding a gleaming, red hot blade. It disappeared, and August fell unconscious.

August awoke, surrounded by a host of shocked, puzzled, and scared ponies.

"What is it?"

"Where did it come from?"

"Is it hurt?"

As he opened his eyes, they all gasped.

"It looks like one of those scary, tall monsters."

"No, it's eyes aren't all dark."

"Yeah, and it doesn't have a giant head."

"What are these things?" A smaller one asked, picking up one of his hands.

"Sweetie, don't touch it!" Said another pony, probably her mother.

August sat up, but quickly regretted it. A sharp pain traveled through his lower torso, eliciting a quick yelp. A yellow pony stood out from the crowd.

"Are you hurt, big guy?" Her calm and quiet voice washed away his pain.

"Y-yes."

"It can talk!" A different pony said, a few quiet whispers coming from the crowd. Although, the yellow one wasn't shocked. Then, she produced what seemed to be a first aid kit, opening it up, and removing some stitches and a needle.

"Now, this might hurt, but only for a little." She dabbed the wound with a wet rag, and then started sewing the gash shut. August winced, but it didn't hurt too much. Once the pony finished stitching him up, she wrapped the cut up with bandages.

"Now, what are you, exactly?" She asked.

"I-I don't really know. Most of my memory is gone."

"Well, ok, but you seemed to know what that thing was."

"I don't know what they are, but they keep following me around." I replied. "I had an encounter with one a couple of days ago."

"Well, I guess you could talk to Twilight, she lives in that tree over there."

August wondered why this pony was talking to him as if he was simply an old friend. She seemed less afraid of him then anyone else.

"What is your name, exactly?" She asked.

"Uh... August."

"Well isn't that a pretty name. I'm Fluttershy." She glanced at the sky, taking note of the setting sun. "You could stay at my house, that's normally where I keep injured animals."

August decided to accept the offer, and followed Fluttershy to her house. It was a small cottage, surrounded by animal pens and a small stream. Inside was a fireplace, rug, and a couch. In the corner sat a small table, one chair next to it.

"You can sleep in the spare bedroom. It's right down here."

August followed her down a small hallway, coming to a room with a simple bed and bedside table. The bed was a bit small, but it was the most comfortable thing he'd slept on for as long as he could remember. Fluttershy brought him a glass of water and turned out the light.

"If you need me, my room is across the hall." She told him. Thankful for her hospitality, August promptly fell asleep.

Author's Note

Yay! Longest chapter so far! If you see any mistakes tell me and I'll fix them. I hope you like the story!