My Little Poniesby chubbysonicfanChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3IntroductionChapter 4Chapter 1After a long day of excitement, all Julian wanted to do was get some shut-eye. Just as he turned a corner into the hallway, a loud BANG! emanated from the front yard, shaking the ground for a split-second. "Oh for fuck sake," Julian groaned as he dragged himself towards the door. The moon glittered against the night sky, shining brighter than if ever had before. The grass, still wet with dew, glistened brilliantly in the moonlight. Every star poked through the blanket of dark blue draped across as far as the eye can see, with a very small blend of orange visible in the distance. Julian's eyes grew heavier each step he took, he hadn't had a good night's sleep in quite some time. He expected to see his next-door neighbor toying around with his car, something he have a knack for. Julian never really thought about his neighbors too much until now, standing there in the middle of his door way. They never really acknowledged him before, which he preferred. As he strolled across his lawn, Julian thought more about his neighbors, and how they all almost shun him for his tail, something else Julian never really acknowledged before. His tail nicely complimented his overall figure: slight build, spiky hair slightly squared off in the back with three bangs hanging over his forehead. Julian thought his tail somehow completed his look. He's been told to wrap his tail around his waist in a pseudo belt fashion, so no one could poke fun at him. Julian never minded, though he does feel more comfortable letting it hang freely. He never liked his skin complexion, though. It can't be helped. But looking at his hands, he felt he was too pale for his heritage. Julian was so caught up in thought, he didn't notice something bump against his foot, causing him to fall on his face. Taking a minute to compose himself, Julian searched for his attacker, eyes landing on an old cardboard box. The box was a tattered mess. Most of the box was just duct tape, whatever wasn't covered in it was ripped, as if something tried to claw at what was inside. Julian kept starring at the box, ignoring the pain in his elbow, wondering why it was so beaten, and why would it end up on his lawn. He couldn't help but notice the box was pulsating slightly, almost breathing- albeit very weakly-. Julian rubbed his eyes, surely they were just playing tricks on him. He decided to bring the box in anyway. There might be something worth while inside. Julian grabbed a small knife and, carefully, cut open the box. His eyes met with the eyes of a tiny, white unicorn-pegasus hybrid. He jumped at the sudden reveal. The little creature looked strikingly familiar, but he couldn't quite figure out why. Putting the knife away, he investigated the creature further, discovering there were about ten more inside the box. He didn't know how to assess this, he was looking at creatures, obviously, from another world. Then it struck him, he was starring at a box of fillies from that t.v show he watched once. The name escaped him at the moment, but it was the last thing he was concerned about. Julian panicked. He was tired and looking at a box of alien lifeforms that happened to be characters from a cartoon show. "Dammit! my head hurts." Julian picked up the box and slid it under his bed, not too concerned about their comfort. He paced back and forth in his room for a while. His eyes were blood-shot and his hair was a mess. He couldn't stop thinking about those ponies. Holy fuck, he thought, The hell do I do? Julian kept pacing back and forth. His mind kept throwing thought after thought at him. He continued to deteriorate as he was speeding up his strides. He was bumping into things, he was so exhausted. What if they were found? he thought, What if they book me for hiding them? Maybe I should turn them in. But then someone might hurt them. I don't want them to get hurt. Why the hell do I care? They're not real, right? What if they are? What if... Julian didn't have time to finish that sentence, as he felt a bit of pressure on his nose before his eyes grew too heavy to keep open. With a yawn, he slipped into bed and quickly drifted off to sleep. But not before hearing a tiny voice, he could have sworn said Thank you. Chapter 2Julian awoke with a start. Vivid memories of just hours ago raced through his mind. He flew around his bed to check underneath, finding nothing but a few nicks and nacks he'd placed himself. With a sigh, Julian crawled over to the kitchen for a bite to eat. Aimlessly opening cabinets for food, he found a small cyan pagasus with rainbow colored hair holding a granola bar in it's mouth. He grabbed it and went back to his room. He slid back and ripped open the cabinet to rediscover the pegasus inside. Its eyes were starring right into Julian's, somewhat begging for the food in his hand. He obliged, and raced back into his room. He investigated under his bed finding the cardboard box was flipped over, of course, and placed the pegasus atop his bed, coaxing it to stay in its place. Once he was sure it'd stay, he rushed for the others. The more he searched, the more Julian thought about the names of those fillies. The one he just found was named Rainbow Dash, if he wasn't mistaken. He found a purple unicorn-like creature, who's name, he remembered, is Twilight Sparkle, hiding under the dinning table. Julian didn't know why, but something about Twilight seemed all too familiar, almost like he'd seen someone like her in the past. As the morning dragged on, Julian started to calm down, seeing as his grandparents won't wake up 'till about noon. He found three ponies much younger than the rest inside the guest room, one in another cabinet, and two had returned to the box. Julian counted his find and noticed there were, at least, three missing, including the one he just met last night. He searched every nook and cranny for them, beginning to fear the worst, when he noticed one of the ponies tugging at his pant leg. "Hey, you're... Luna, right?" He asked. Luna only pointed towards his worst nightmare: his grandparents' room. Julian was knew what she was trying to say, and dreaded it. He opened the door as quietly as possible, crawling along the ground for any sign of pony life. As he slipped past a corner, all the color drained from his face as he saw Pinkie Pie just inches away from his grandfather, and the pony he met last night trying to catch her. With a gasp, Julian tried to catch Pinkie but to no prevail. She somehow slipped behind him at terrifying speeds. He pounced at her again but only caught air. He turned to see Pinkie sitting right in between his grandparents. Pinkie continued to rub salt on the wound as she climbed atop Julian's grandmother, sticking her tongue out all the while. She was just seconds from being noticed when Julian's legs carried him faster than he ever thought possible, catching Pinkie and the others into his room before his grandmother could open her eyes. "There," Julian sighed, "Now then-" He wanted to get some rest before worrying about the ponies, but soon there was a loud knocking at the front door. Chapter 3Julian answered the door to find a man in a tan suit holding some kind of pistol in his hand. "Young man, where are your parents?" Julian's grandmother entered the room, completely bewildered at the scene before her. She asked what was happening, only to receive even more questions. "Ma'am," The man replied, "We've received word that someone has illegally tested explosives in the area, said to be within this house-" He was cut off by the sound of Luna falling on her face, a barely audible squeak emanating from the hallway. Julian's eyes constantly shifted between Luna and the FBI agent. The agent starred at the pony for a minute until his senses returned to him. Julian tried to catch Luna but was elbowed by the agent. The agent held Luna by her mane who yelped in pain. Julian summoned that speed again to kick the agent and snatch Luna from his arms. The agent chased after Julian, who promptly slammed the door in his face. The agent kicked the door down and pointed his gun at Julian's head. At this point all the ponies were bawling. The sight of the cold piece of metal the mysterious man was holding terrified them to the core. "Put the creature down and place your hand on your head!" The agent shouted. Julian obliged and placed Luna on his bed. He refused to surrender to the man before him. "I said, place your hands on your head!" The agent fired a warning shot. Everything went quiet. Not a sound could be heard. Time seemed to have stopped all together. Julian's heart beat like a humming bird's wings. His joints were locked. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a muscle. He only stared at the gun pointed at his forehead. Watching the man almost smirk at him. The sight slowly inched Julian to his breaking point. The gun's barrel shifted from Julian to one of the ponies. Julian could only watch. Closer to breaking. The man's finger twitched. Closer to breaking. The trigger nudged towards his hand. Closer. The man smiled and switched targets quickly back to Julian. He pulled the trigger. Julian exploded. He grabbed the bullet just as it fired from the chamber. His hand emitted heat hot enough to melt the bullet he held. The skin on his body burned and melted off his bones. Julian clutched his head in agony as his skin melted off his face. Fire surrounded his body, engulfing him. The more he screamed, the more the flames encompassed. Fire shot from his screams. Julian was close to being destroyed when the flames rebuilt him into a new form. His skin was bleached. Fire replaced the hair on his head as it flowed upwards towards the sun. His body expanded with the new power flowing through him. And his pupils disappeared, leaving only glowing orbs where his eyes should be. The energy surged through Julian. He looked at his hands, not a scratch on them. He laughed. "What..." The agent could only stare at the sight before him. He felt powerless, his body froze as his body kicked into fight or flight. Julian continued to laugh. "How pathetic." His voice, cold as ice, raspy and sore, was joined by another as he spoke, a voice higher in pitch and somehow even colder. It sent shivers down the spines of both those unfortunate to hear it, and his own. He felt overjoyed by his new voice, and even more by his power. "What... are you?" The agent's grip on his gun was shaky, loose, yet tight enough to keep aim on Julian long enough to fire a couple more shots. Each one bounced off of Julian like it was nothing. Julian's grin changed entirely. His eyes, despite being as hot as the rest of his body, were cold. Julian's gaze pierced through the agent's, starring into everything that he is and who he was. "That hurt." Julian sulked closer to the agent, still piercing into him, "You really should be punished." The grin returned to Julian's face as he dashed forward, shooting his knee into the agent's stomach. He coughed blood onto Julian's face, much to his delight. Julian read the badge the agent dropped, reading its owner's name. "So, Norton. That's your name, right?" Norton only nodded. Julian smiled even more, now that he had a name for the man. He kicked Norton to the ground, levitating slightly above him. He grabbed him with his tail by the neck, slowly crushing his windpipe. Julian picked the gun off the ground and aimed it at Agent Norton's jaw. "Well then, Norton," Julian said, the same grin still plastered over his face, "Let's play a game. Give me two reasons to let you live before I-" He couldn't finish his sentence. Whether intentional or not, he pulled unloaded the last bullet in the clip into Agent Norton's head before letting him collapse to the floor. Julian was stunned, though, by the damage done with the gun. Norton's entire head had blow to bits which splattered on the walls, blood spurting from his neck, coating the walls. The gun had some sort of enchantment casted upon it, not that Julian minded. He always liked surprises. His fun was short lived, however, as he started to fade in and out of consciousness and soon collapsed to the floor. IntroductionLong ago, the earth had been in danger of eradication on multiple occasions. Many evil forces, far beyond what was capable of mankind, would bring Earth close to its early demise. Only a handful of legendary warriors could defend Earth and its people from these evil creatures. Even when things looked bleak, one man- known as both a failure to his entire race, and as the hope of the universe- continued to fight those who wish to destroy his home. Hundreds of years have past since then, and life on Earth has returned to normal. Through the influence of these warriors, many have learned to harness their hidden powers in the event of another threat to their home world. Some even inherited powers from their ancestors, giving them the greatest potential for the human race. But with this, comes a consequence. Two of the original defenders of Earth were not of this world. They were some of the last surviving of an alien race, the Saiyans. Their genes have passed onto the human race, causing a rare mutation, granting the child a saiyan tail. Within the last few hundred years, only twenty-four children have been reported to be born with a tail, most of which have turned against humanity. The addition of the tail grants them control of a greater power than even some of the strongest humans alive. They've only been bested by those who trained to use all their hidden potential at once. This lead to the practice of removing the tail at birth, denying them access to their powers. And who do keep their tail live a life of ridicule until the tail in eventually removed anyway. This all leads to the story of one boy, who's life is about to change forever. Chapter 4Julian's power completely drained from his body, returning him to his original form. He regained his balance and control of his body, not caring about the headless man before him. Julian couldn't look at his family, he was too disgusted by his actions to. His legs were too weak to support him. He leaned himself against a wall. He took one long look at the scene before him, seeing the eyes of the ones who had raised him drained of love and compassion, replaced by fear and despair. Julian backed away from his grandparents, scared of what he'll do to them. His heart was beating out of his chest, his face drained of color. He clutched his head, feeling that same heat surround him again. Julian was close to loosing control again, when he was suddenly surrounded by a bright flash of light. When the light dissipated, everything vanished, as if nothing ever happened. Even his grandparents seemed oblivious to everything. "Mijo, what's wrong?" His grandfather asked. Julian didn't know how to respond. He just stood up and lied about his well-being. "I'm fine, just... tired." His grandfather patted his back and went about his business. Julian left to investigate the source of the light, finding a pony lying unconscious on the floor. "H-hey, you alright?" Julian lifted the pony in his arms. Her eyes fluttered open but she refused to speak. "I know you can understand me, can you at least tell me your name?" She looked into his eyes, and she whispered one, soft, word, "Celestia." Then she fell asleep in Julian's arms. He didn't know why, but seeing Celestia sleeping so soundly pulled on Julian's heart strings. He, reluctantly, placed her on his bed before gazing at the others, who were all were fast asleep, like nothing ever happened. Julian was too lost in thoughts to realize his grandmother walked into the room. "Honey bee-" He jumped at the sudden mention of his pet name. "Gah!" She seemed unfazed by the presence of the ponies, though unfortunately, not oblivious. She sat in the chair beside Julian's bed and just starred at the ponies. They looked so peaceful, sleeping like, well, babies. "Mijo, are you sure you want to keep them. I know they mean a lot to you..." Julian was taken aback, his grandmother never acted this nonchalant to owning a pet, let alone eleven. Celestia's power was clearly stronger than he thought. "Yeah..." She nodded and hugged her grandson before leaving the room, leaving Julian alone with his thoughts. He noticed a weight in his pocket not there before. He reached in and pulled out something that froze him to the core. Immediately, he closed his door and starred in horror at the item he had dropped onto the floor: Agent Norton's pistol.
Chapter 1After a long day of excitement, all Julian wanted to do was get some shut-eye. Just as he turned a corner into the hallway, a loud BANG! emanated from the front yard, shaking the ground for a split-second. "Oh for fuck sake," Julian groaned as he dragged himself towards the door. The moon glittered against the night sky, shining brighter than if ever had before. The grass, still wet with dew, glistened brilliantly in the moonlight. Every star poked through the blanket of dark blue draped across as far as the eye can see, with a very small blend of orange visible in the distance. Julian's eyes grew heavier each step he took, he hadn't had a good night's sleep in quite some time. He expected to see his next-door neighbor toying around with his car, something he have a knack for. Julian never really thought about his neighbors too much until now, standing there in the middle of his door way. They never really acknowledged him before, which he preferred. As he strolled across his lawn, Julian thought more about his neighbors, and how they all almost shun him for his tail, something else Julian never really acknowledged before. His tail nicely complimented his overall figure: slight build, spiky hair slightly squared off in the back with three bangs hanging over his forehead. Julian thought his tail somehow completed his look. He's been told to wrap his tail around his waist in a pseudo belt fashion, so no one could poke fun at him. Julian never minded, though he does feel more comfortable letting it hang freely. He never liked his skin complexion, though. It can't be helped. But looking at his hands, he felt he was too pale for his heritage. Julian was so caught up in thought, he didn't notice something bump against his foot, causing him to fall on his face. Taking a minute to compose himself, Julian searched for his attacker, eyes landing on an old cardboard box. The box was a tattered mess. Most of the box was just duct tape, whatever wasn't covered in it was ripped, as if something tried to claw at what was inside. Julian kept starring at the box, ignoring the pain in his elbow, wondering why it was so beaten, and why would it end up on his lawn. He couldn't help but notice the box was pulsating slightly, almost breathing- albeit very weakly-. Julian rubbed his eyes, surely they were just playing tricks on him. He decided to bring the box in anyway. There might be something worth while inside. Julian grabbed a small knife and, carefully, cut open the box. His eyes met with the eyes of a tiny, white unicorn-pegasus hybrid. He jumped at the sudden reveal. The little creature looked strikingly familiar, but he couldn't quite figure out why. Putting the knife away, he investigated the creature further, discovering there were about ten more inside the box. He didn't know how to assess this, he was looking at creatures, obviously, from another world. Then it struck him, he was starring at a box of fillies from that t.v show he watched once. The name escaped him at the moment, but it was the last thing he was concerned about. Julian panicked. He was tired and looking at a box of alien lifeforms that happened to be characters from a cartoon show. "Dammit! my head hurts." Julian picked up the box and slid it under his bed, not too concerned about their comfort. He paced back and forth in his room for a while. His eyes were blood-shot and his hair was a mess. He couldn't stop thinking about those ponies. Holy fuck, he thought, The hell do I do? Julian kept pacing back and forth. His mind kept throwing thought after thought at him. He continued to deteriorate as he was speeding up his strides. He was bumping into things, he was so exhausted. What if they were found? he thought, What if they book me for hiding them? Maybe I should turn them in. But then someone might hurt them. I don't want them to get hurt. Why the hell do I care? They're not real, right? What if they are? What if... Julian didn't have time to finish that sentence, as he felt a bit of pressure on his nose before his eyes grew too heavy to keep open. With a yawn, he slipped into bed and quickly drifted off to sleep. But not before hearing a tiny voice, he could have sworn said Thank you.
Chapter 2Julian awoke with a start. Vivid memories of just hours ago raced through his mind. He flew around his bed to check underneath, finding nothing but a few nicks and nacks he'd placed himself. With a sigh, Julian crawled over to the kitchen for a bite to eat. Aimlessly opening cabinets for food, he found a small cyan pagasus with rainbow colored hair holding a granola bar in it's mouth. He grabbed it and went back to his room. He slid back and ripped open the cabinet to rediscover the pegasus inside. Its eyes were starring right into Julian's, somewhat begging for the food in his hand. He obliged, and raced back into his room. He investigated under his bed finding the cardboard box was flipped over, of course, and placed the pegasus atop his bed, coaxing it to stay in its place. Once he was sure it'd stay, he rushed for the others. The more he searched, the more Julian thought about the names of those fillies. The one he just found was named Rainbow Dash, if he wasn't mistaken. He found a purple unicorn-like creature, who's name, he remembered, is Twilight Sparkle, hiding under the dinning table. Julian didn't know why, but something about Twilight seemed all too familiar, almost like he'd seen someone like her in the past. As the morning dragged on, Julian started to calm down, seeing as his grandparents won't wake up 'till about noon. He found three ponies much younger than the rest inside the guest room, one in another cabinet, and two had returned to the box. Julian counted his find and noticed there were, at least, three missing, including the one he just met last night. He searched every nook and cranny for them, beginning to fear the worst, when he noticed one of the ponies tugging at his pant leg. "Hey, you're... Luna, right?" He asked. Luna only pointed towards his worst nightmare: his grandparents' room. Julian was knew what she was trying to say, and dreaded it. He opened the door as quietly as possible, crawling along the ground for any sign of pony life. As he slipped past a corner, all the color drained from his face as he saw Pinkie Pie just inches away from his grandfather, and the pony he met last night trying to catch her. With a gasp, Julian tried to catch Pinkie but to no prevail. She somehow slipped behind him at terrifying speeds. He pounced at her again but only caught air. He turned to see Pinkie sitting right in between his grandparents. Pinkie continued to rub salt on the wound as she climbed atop Julian's grandmother, sticking her tongue out all the while. She was just seconds from being noticed when Julian's legs carried him faster than he ever thought possible, catching Pinkie and the others into his room before his grandmother could open her eyes. "There," Julian sighed, "Now then-" He wanted to get some rest before worrying about the ponies, but soon there was a loud knocking at the front door.
Chapter 3Julian answered the door to find a man in a tan suit holding some kind of pistol in his hand. "Young man, where are your parents?" Julian's grandmother entered the room, completely bewildered at the scene before her. She asked what was happening, only to receive even more questions. "Ma'am," The man replied, "We've received word that someone has illegally tested explosives in the area, said to be within this house-" He was cut off by the sound of Luna falling on her face, a barely audible squeak emanating from the hallway. Julian's eyes constantly shifted between Luna and the FBI agent. The agent starred at the pony for a minute until his senses returned to him. Julian tried to catch Luna but was elbowed by the agent. The agent held Luna by her mane who yelped in pain. Julian summoned that speed again to kick the agent and snatch Luna from his arms. The agent chased after Julian, who promptly slammed the door in his face. The agent kicked the door down and pointed his gun at Julian's head. At this point all the ponies were bawling. The sight of the cold piece of metal the mysterious man was holding terrified them to the core. "Put the creature down and place your hand on your head!" The agent shouted. Julian obliged and placed Luna on his bed. He refused to surrender to the man before him. "I said, place your hands on your head!" The agent fired a warning shot. Everything went quiet. Not a sound could be heard. Time seemed to have stopped all together. Julian's heart beat like a humming bird's wings. His joints were locked. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a muscle. He only stared at the gun pointed at his forehead. Watching the man almost smirk at him. The sight slowly inched Julian to his breaking point. The gun's barrel shifted from Julian to one of the ponies. Julian could only watch. Closer to breaking. The man's finger twitched. Closer to breaking. The trigger nudged towards his hand. Closer. The man smiled and switched targets quickly back to Julian. He pulled the trigger. Julian exploded. He grabbed the bullet just as it fired from the chamber. His hand emitted heat hot enough to melt the bullet he held. The skin on his body burned and melted off his bones. Julian clutched his head in agony as his skin melted off his face. Fire surrounded his body, engulfing him. The more he screamed, the more the flames encompassed. Fire shot from his screams. Julian was close to being destroyed when the flames rebuilt him into a new form. His skin was bleached. Fire replaced the hair on his head as it flowed upwards towards the sun. His body expanded with the new power flowing through him. And his pupils disappeared, leaving only glowing orbs where his eyes should be. The energy surged through Julian. He looked at his hands, not a scratch on them. He laughed. "What..." The agent could only stare at the sight before him. He felt powerless, his body froze as his body kicked into fight or flight. Julian continued to laugh. "How pathetic." His voice, cold as ice, raspy and sore, was joined by another as he spoke, a voice higher in pitch and somehow even colder. It sent shivers down the spines of both those unfortunate to hear it, and his own. He felt overjoyed by his new voice, and even more by his power. "What... are you?" The agent's grip on his gun was shaky, loose, yet tight enough to keep aim on Julian long enough to fire a couple more shots. Each one bounced off of Julian like it was nothing. Julian's grin changed entirely. His eyes, despite being as hot as the rest of his body, were cold. Julian's gaze pierced through the agent's, starring into everything that he is and who he was. "That hurt." Julian sulked closer to the agent, still piercing into him, "You really should be punished." The grin returned to Julian's face as he dashed forward, shooting his knee into the agent's stomach. He coughed blood onto Julian's face, much to his delight. Julian read the badge the agent dropped, reading its owner's name. "So, Norton. That's your name, right?" Norton only nodded. Julian smiled even more, now that he had a name for the man. He kicked Norton to the ground, levitating slightly above him. He grabbed him with his tail by the neck, slowly crushing his windpipe. Julian picked the gun off the ground and aimed it at Agent Norton's jaw. "Well then, Norton," Julian said, the same grin still plastered over his face, "Let's play a game. Give me two reasons to let you live before I-" He couldn't finish his sentence. Whether intentional or not, he pulled unloaded the last bullet in the clip into Agent Norton's head before letting him collapse to the floor. Julian was stunned, though, by the damage done with the gun. Norton's entire head had blow to bits which splattered on the walls, blood spurting from his neck, coating the walls. The gun had some sort of enchantment casted upon it, not that Julian minded. He always liked surprises. His fun was short lived, however, as he started to fade in and out of consciousness and soon collapsed to the floor.
IntroductionLong ago, the earth had been in danger of eradication on multiple occasions. Many evil forces, far beyond what was capable of mankind, would bring Earth close to its early demise. Only a handful of legendary warriors could defend Earth and its people from these evil creatures. Even when things looked bleak, one man- known as both a failure to his entire race, and as the hope of the universe- continued to fight those who wish to destroy his home. Hundreds of years have past since then, and life on Earth has returned to normal. Through the influence of these warriors, many have learned to harness their hidden powers in the event of another threat to their home world. Some even inherited powers from their ancestors, giving them the greatest potential for the human race. But with this, comes a consequence. Two of the original defenders of Earth were not of this world. They were some of the last surviving of an alien race, the Saiyans. Their genes have passed onto the human race, causing a rare mutation, granting the child a saiyan tail. Within the last few hundred years, only twenty-four children have been reported to be born with a tail, most of which have turned against humanity. The addition of the tail grants them control of a greater power than even some of the strongest humans alive. They've only been bested by those who trained to use all their hidden potential at once. This lead to the practice of removing the tail at birth, denying them access to their powers. And who do keep their tail live a life of ridicule until the tail in eventually removed anyway. This all leads to the story of one boy, who's life is about to change forever.
Chapter 4Julian's power completely drained from his body, returning him to his original form. He regained his balance and control of his body, not caring about the headless man before him. Julian couldn't look at his family, he was too disgusted by his actions to. His legs were too weak to support him. He leaned himself against a wall. He took one long look at the scene before him, seeing the eyes of the ones who had raised him drained of love and compassion, replaced by fear and despair. Julian backed away from his grandparents, scared of what he'll do to them. His heart was beating out of his chest, his face drained of color. He clutched his head, feeling that same heat surround him again. Julian was close to loosing control again, when he was suddenly surrounded by a bright flash of light. When the light dissipated, everything vanished, as if nothing ever happened. Even his grandparents seemed oblivious to everything. "Mijo, what's wrong?" His grandfather asked. Julian didn't know how to respond. He just stood up and lied about his well-being. "I'm fine, just... tired." His grandfather patted his back and went about his business. Julian left to investigate the source of the light, finding a pony lying unconscious on the floor. "H-hey, you alright?" Julian lifted the pony in his arms. Her eyes fluttered open but she refused to speak. "I know you can understand me, can you at least tell me your name?" She looked into his eyes, and she whispered one, soft, word, "Celestia." Then she fell asleep in Julian's arms. He didn't know why, but seeing Celestia sleeping so soundly pulled on Julian's heart strings. He, reluctantly, placed her on his bed before gazing at the others, who were all were fast asleep, like nothing ever happened. Julian was too lost in thoughts to realize his grandmother walked into the room. "Honey bee-" He jumped at the sudden mention of his pet name. "Gah!" She seemed unfazed by the presence of the ponies, though unfortunately, not oblivious. She sat in the chair beside Julian's bed and just starred at the ponies. They looked so peaceful, sleeping like, well, babies. "Mijo, are you sure you want to keep them. I know they mean a lot to you..." Julian was taken aback, his grandmother never acted this nonchalant to owning a pet, let alone eleven. Celestia's power was clearly stronger than he thought. "Yeah..." She nodded and hugged her grandson before leaving the room, leaving Julian alone with his thoughts. He noticed a weight in his pocket not there before. He reached in and pulled out something that froze him to the core. Immediately, he closed his door and starred in horror at the item he had dropped onto the floor: Agent Norton's pistol.
