Here I am again, same old same old. Ive been on the streets since i was 13 years old, when my parents hated me enough to finally kick me out. I can fend for myself, as i am a good "survivalist". Oh, sorry, let me introduce myself. my name is Jackson Roberts, Jack, or JR. You know what? Call me Jack. Anyway, i am 17 now, almost a legal adult, then i can get a house. One late night, the wind was crawling its way through my ears, as if it was trying to get me up. Ugh... Stupid wind... Okay, fine. I crawled my out of my makeshift bed, put on a hoodie, shoes, everything else, and started to walk down the street. after a little while i looked through the darkness, and saw a... Forest??? We are in the middle of a city!!! "Oh wait," I said to myself. You are such dumbass Jack! It's just the park! oh... i said as my brain started to get back in shape. Just then, a figure stepped out of the shadows, and said, "Don't make me hurt you, just give me your wallet, and you live." he said. i couldn't make out anything about him except... oh my god, he has a gun! this was my reaction: "No." i said. "Jack you idiot!" My self consensus said. I pulled out a large knife that i had acquired a couple years back, for self defense. but as i did that, my ears clogged up, and i saw a stream of blood come from my chest. My thoughts clicked into place when i realized what just happened. He shot the gun. and now a bullet is in my chest. Great. I fell to the ground as blood poured from my chest, and thought to myself, "you went too far this time Jack...Too far. as everything blacked out.
I awoke in the middle of the night, in a...regal...looking garden. what...? am i dead? i looked down at my chest to find no wound. i turned around to get my bearings, only to be greeted by a small dark blue horse, with a flowing mane and tail, Horn, WINGS, and gold Armour. "Guards!" It said. Hold up a minute... Horses can't talk! "oh my god..." i said. "You can talk???" The horse thing said. "Um... Yeah... I think so." I whispered. as she said that, a bunch of smaller horses in similar wear came and circled in front of me. 'It seems weak, one pony go take him down." one of them said. A medium sized one approached me, and pulled out some sort of weapon. In response, i pulled out my knife and to my surprise, i was a REALLY skilled fighter for some reason. Huh, physics i guess. I decided to go non lethal, and knocked him out, and soon the rest of the "platoon" was trying to get me. i knocked all of them out quite easily, but then the blue one said, "ENOUGH!" and i got knocked out.
