DAY ZERO

You enter the scene of a teenager, holding a tape recorder, and preparing something unusual. This is Eric, and I will be your narrator. You will now enter the events that unfold.

-----ERIC-----

Eric made a commitment to something now for about five years or so. He never really got much of an answer when searching, but as of his memories may tell him, he isn't insane yet. He hopes, and so he presses play to hear his last entry. "Note to future self: The hospital door is the key, and Stop trying to use the closet door in the future, someone may find out. End Note."

Its always fun to make these little entries when not trying to use his so-called 'gift'. He came really close to being caught using it, and about the umph-millionth time he even used the crappy door at the orphanage. Last time someone found out his ability, they were fricking the hell out, calling him a demon. Eric was lucky enough that the mental asylum is pretty much far away enough from him.

Ever since then, he had doubts about showing anyone his powers, but he was sure how he got them. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the Unicorn 'Starswirl' gave them to him. The sad thing was is that the drawing took some time to get back, being that it was drawn on the back of some paperwork.

In the end though, the old, understaffed hospital was closed, and sneaking in was pretty much easy. And then came his commitment, either find Starswirl, or die trying. Eric definitely wants to have the former option, since he has a great phobia of DEATH.

Funny enough, the idea of doors came with the paper drawing. It came flooding back to him that door were the key. Back then, he pretty much was just surfing the web looking for some semblance of what he saw. Instead, he found a bunch of cartoon shows and a toy line about a bunch of 'ponies' and stuff. He really stayed away from that stuff. After that, all that he found that was close enough of what could have happened, was some ebay offer of unicorn dust.

Last time he ever gets anything of the sort from that website. Anyway, non of which that happened in the hospital room ever occurred before. To him, it meant the world doesn't know what is going on. And now, here he stands, at the same door that started it all.

The Closet.

"God this better work." he muttered to himself, looking at his setup. He had three car batteries attached to a large metal pole, the thing was practically shocking heavily, and sparks were ring off the tips. And Eric has been holding it this whole entire time. The electricity didn't harm him because of his use of his powers. At first, he thought it might not work, but he was getting the hang of it after the first one. Paying attention also helped when he remembers not to let the juice run out.

" Uhhh... OPEN.... SAYS A ME!" he yells. Nothing happens. "Umm... Abra-cadabra!" Nothing happens. Eric looks to his makeshift staff, the sparking sound great for knowing the electricity working. Since this is his first time trying the electricity thing here, maybe he should of tried the power option first. Eric started to realize that the powerful properties of painful electricity was touching his hands again. He instantly drops the thing, his hands singed and spasming. After the major incident of pain and the smell, he pointed his hands at the door to direct his powers to work.

The power that he absorbed through electricity allowed his powers to activate, taking a steady stream of energy that flooded the door. Now with the constant stream, he now tried to pick the pole back up. Turns out that leaving a electrical pole on the ground was damaging the floor itself and he could see the heat visible rise off the tile floor. Suddenly, while focusing on grabbing the pole, the door began to shimmer.

The door practically glowing after one point, and catching his attention, he felt best to stop the stream. He didn't even need to use most of the juice in the car batteries. This was probably the first time, in history, this has worked. And if anything, Eric didn't want to just swing that door open and just see what is to happen.

Using his perfect irrational sense of impulsive actions to convince himself it was a good idea to open the door that was glowing like the sun, his first look at what was on the other side was, at the least, anti-climatic.

It was intill he saw the corpse. Well, the corpse of a small horse. The whole place was some kind of tall stone laboratory, which has been abandoned for who knows how long. The whole place was covered with spider webs, rusted metal objects and what looked like a fine layer of dust on everything around. As Eric walked inside, cautiously looking around, the whole scene looking more and more like some medieval castle that for got to become part of a tourist attraction. As he looked around, he noticed that the Corpse.... looked alot...

Eric had to face the facts. He knew that this may have to turned out the way he wanted it to, but he was expecting that all his plans would fail trying to find Starswril. Standing there, staring at the remains of Starswirl the Bearded, he felt that sense of failure he been feeling whenever his plans go haywire. Now, end of the road, none of his work would of surmount to find his answers. Now, all he is now, and all he will ever be, is a mystery. Now, there was a spider crawling on his shoulder and Eric was freaking the hell out!

"GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFFOFFOFFOFFOFFOFFOFFOFF!" he was yelling outloud, dancing the jig of a scared man that has bugs on him. Things get knocked off the desk, things fall off the shelves and Eventually, the spider is off his body and any other creepy crawlies. Now, all that Eric wanted to do, was get the hell out of here. Walking back to where the exit back to the hospital is.... should be.... Is gone.... "WHERE THE HELL IS THE EXIT!?! NO.... NO... NO... NO.NONONONONONO!" He panics, the portal or whatever that allowed him to get here was gone, and was now replaced with some wooden door, inside some janitorial supplies.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Author's Note

That what happens when you leave the door unattended.

Well, other than that happening, may I introduce the first human to use magic. And since he has no clue on how to truly use it, it takes him five years to even get close to trying it with little success. Yay!

Oh and for those who would like to know, he was 11, and is an orphan. Soooooo... he is 16 now. Lovely as it is to be that, he wasn't going to get adopted.

Anyway... hopefully things will speed up. I do dislike being ignored.