Lost and Searching

My mom was in Equestria!? How is that even possible!? She looked like my mom. I'm definitely sure I heard her say my name! It was impossible, though. I was sure that in all of my visions, Lyra said she couldn't find a teleportation spell strong enough to travel dimensions. My only theory was that a stronger force was at work here. It could be a princess, or it could be a villain. I was really betting my money on princess here.

I got to thinking, and my conclusion was simple. If we were the ponies from another dimension, then maybe we were all actually the mane ponies and the background ponies.

Diane was full of fun. She always volunteered to plan parties for random reasons. She tried to be friends with everyone, and I rarely ever see her without a smile upon her face. I could only relate her to one pony in Equestria. She had to be Pinkie Pie.

Derek always tried to out-do everypony else. He claimed he was the most awesome person he had ever met and sometimes he was very self-centered. His best friend was Jason. Jason was a country boy. He dressed like it, and he had a heavy southern accent. He claimed he used to live on a farm, and I knew his favorite fruit was an apple. Derek and Jason were Rainbow Dash and Applejack.

Trish was so organized. Anytime a single speck was out of place, she was compelled to fix it. Everything had to be perfect. Nothing was ever so classy with her, but definitely not messy. She was always reading something and never left a room without a book. I assumed her to be the human Twilight Sparkle.

Rachel, obviously, had to be Rarity. No place she ever didn't have a sparkle or a touch up to it. She always left her house classy. Any party she went to, she vowed to be the fanciest person there. It was a no-brainer at the sight.

I've never really gotten to know Sara. The only time I met her was at the night of the party. I bumped into her, and then she proceeded to shriek and run out to the bathroom. I did notice one thing as she was running away, to my memory. She had a bunny in her backpack. I put two and two together. She was Fluttershy.

Now, the girl I loved wasn't so hard to find out. I had called her Bon Bon many times, and her actual name (Bonnie) really gave it away. I, on the other hand, was a virtuoso at music. My favorite pony was Lyra Heartstrings. She was also considered a virtuoso in the art of music. Her favorite friend was Bon Bon and she wasn't really a main part in everyone's lives. She was more or less left out. I concluded without doubt that I, Trevor Strings, err, Strum, was none other than Lyra Heartstrings.

A thought entered my mind. If we were the ponies that I think we are, then how are the same ponies still in Equestria? I didn't really understand it myself, but there had to be a logical reason. Maybe both worlds had their own versions of the ponies, and we weren't really the lost ones.

I thought for a while, trying to think of a solution, when I heard the door open downstairs.

"Sweetie, I am home! It's your mother!" Her voice cracked as she spoke.

After a day and a half, almost two days, she was finally home? This was both a miracle and a curse for me. I actually liked being in the house alone. It gave me time to do stuff I usually wasn't able to do and it was pretty quiet, which was abnormal for our house. Whatever the reason was, I ran downstairs and gave her a hug.

"Where have you been, mom? I've been so worried about you!"

That was a lie. In fact, the only time I really thought about her was while I was watching MLP, and then I just forgot all about her. It was too nice in the house to care whether my mom was in town, or halfway across the world.

"Well, I was coming back home, when a car behind me hit me. I had to be taken into the police station. I had no serious injuries, but I needed to be questioned as to what the car looked like. It was a hit and run situation. They just caught him."

That story had so many plot holes in it, but I didn't care. She deserved to get hit. My whole life she had been somewhat of a jerk to me. She seemed nice when friends were over, but as soon as they leave, I swear she grows horns. The plot holes escaped my mind, as a feeling of security washed over me.

Although she hasn't been the best mother, she never abandoned me. Her being here just proved that all of my dreams had been a lie. Then and there, I forgot all of my crazy ideas, convinced that I was just having some very vivid dreams and those dreams resulted in me acting strange. I needed to apologize to my friends, which I planned on doing when I went to school the next day.

The rest of the day went as normally as you would expect. I went out a couple of times, one for church and the other to go to the mall to shop a little. I didn't really have any money, which I realized as I pulled into the parking lot. Instead, I just did some looking around.

That night, I told my mind to stop having these silly dreams and I settled into bed, this time turning on some music. Forest Rain's voice softly sang me to sleep, the tune of "Great To Be Different" flowing through my room. As I closed my eyes, I was convinced that tonight would be a different night for me.

[Dream Sequence]

I was walking through the streets of Fillydelphia with this woman. She refused to tell me her name. All she could do was talk about how much she needed to get back home to her son. I was unimpressed with this and tried to block her out as much as possible, making myself a tour guide, explaining every good sight we passed. As soon as we hit the center of Fillydelphia, she stopped talking, her mouth going wide. I could see the sparkle in her eyes, and I chuckled to myself. This made every pony stare in awe every time they hit this exact spot. The way we were facing, the sun glinted off of every building in the town, hitting the streets in an exact position to form something. I looked down at the ground, the golden glow shining in the pattern of a large pony. It was one of the most beautiful sights anypony had ever seen.

"This is absolutely spectacular," she marveled, her voice quivering.

I laughed again, this time at the fact that her voice sounded like a dying cockatrice. "Yes, it's one of the most treasured miracles in all of Equestria."

I told her that we needed to keep going, but this time she refused. She wanted to stay for another ten minutes. I knew that this sight wasn't going to last that long, but I complied with her request. It was an act of kindness towards a new pony who seemed in distress. After all, she may be my key to the human world that I desperately needed to reach.

After ten minutes had passed, and the sun had lowered beneath more buildings, fading the glow on the streets, I pushed her onwards. We couldn't stay around for much longer, as the night was about to fall. We needed to get back to Ponyville. The things that lurk outside in the night are unexplainable. I had met many things during the night, and I knew how to ward them off. Unfortunately, she was new here, and di not fare so well against these creatures. I moved her, pushing her butt with my head, trying to speed up our pace.

"Geez! You don't have to push me, Ms. Heartstrings! Just ask me to quicken my pace."

I lit my horn up, a spell in the process. I watched as she tripped on a hoof, falling straight onto her face. I burst out laughing. Having magic was just another perk of being a unicorn. Unicorns were probably the best of them all. Unless you count alicorns, but I didn't think they should be counted as any "regular" pony.

We were on the outskirts on Ponyville by the time the night had approached, and we were just walking in. I told her my house was on the other end. We only were able to get about a quarter through the town before being stopped by an odd looking pony. His mane was a fiery red, flowing just as Celestia's mane would flow. His own coat, however, was a dull grey. He stood a few inches above the rest of us, a large grin on his face.

"Hello there, Lyra. It's nice to see you again."

Suddenly, his coat turned a coal black. His mane seemed to light up in a spark.

"Leave us alone, Rapid Fire! You have no business here in Ponyville!"
I was now pissed off. Last time he was in Ponyville, he had nearly fried Bon Bon and burned half the town down with her. He was a crook in our books, and we had banished him from Ponyville. It was a mystery why he would return, but no mystery that I had wanted to find out.

"Actually," his dark voice, like that of King Sombra's, resonated, "I do have business here. I have come for the young woman who is hiding behind that fountain."

I turned back, noticing that she was no longer behind me, but ten hooves back, behind the fountain in Ponyville.

"You can't have her! She's not yours to keep!"

"I think you should change that statement. I brought her here, and I plan to take her back with me."

[Dream Sequence Ends]

I jolted up out of my bed, quickly jotting down the main facts of my dream in the journal. I looked down at my clock. It read 8:10. I only had a few minutes before the bus arrived at my house! AS quick as I could manage, I put on a red T-shirt and a pair of orange shorts, grabbing my backpack and running downstairs to grab a donut from the fridge. I didn't have time to think about the dream, and when I closed the fridge, my mom was standing right behind the door, holding a sack lunch instead of my usual lunch box.

"Hello, Trevor. I have packed you a lunch today. I hope you enjoy it."

She seemed different. I couldn't really put my finger on it. Maybe it was the fact that she was right behind the door. Or could it be that my lunch wasn't in the right container? I didn't have time to question her; the bus stopped outside, letting out a loud SCREEECH as it stopped. I ran outside, wishing her a good day, and hopped on the bus, only seconds away from being left behind in the dust.

The normal routine started, with all the names and stuff. The newest one that I heard was "crazy pony man." This time seemed different. I looked around, and there was an open seat next to Bon Bon with a note on it. I walked up to her and stared down at the piece of paper that sat on the seat. It said "Reserved For Trevor Strings." My face became a bright shade of red. I was blushing deeply when she pulled me down onto the seat and greeted me.

"Hey there, Lyra!"

She was still calling me Lyra? Haha I guess the game was still on.

"Oh, hey Bon Bon! How you doing today?"

She seemed quite flustered at the fact that I had called her Bon Bon, but I pretended to take no notice of it.

"I-I'm good this morning. I saved the seat especially for you! Anyways, how are you?"

Why would she save a seat for me? The answer...I did not know. I wasn't anything special, but I definitely wasn't going to go around complaining over it.

"I'm amazing! I mean, the girl I've loved ever since.....I mean...I like the fact that you saved this seat for me."

It was her turn to blush. All she could do was grab my hand and hold it the bus ride. I was aware that every single person on the bus was watching us, looking at me as if this moment was impossible. I just smiled back at them and looked back at Bon Bon, giving her a huge beam.

I wasn't exactly ecstatic to get to school, mainly because of the fact that I'd have to let go of her hand until the bus ride home. Our school had some PDA rule (Public Display of Affection) that didn't allow anything lovey-dovey. It was stupid in my mind, but then again, after everything that had happened there, who can really blame them. That's the entire reason the bathrooms aren't able to be locked anymore.

The rest of the school day was very predictable until I got into fourth period. Chatter in the room was unusually high and I heard little skims of conversations.

"Two weeks..."

"....concerts"

I went up to Diane, who was playing on the harp. She wasn't doing very amazing at it and could only get a few good notes to come out of the heavenly instrument.

"Hey there, Pinkie Pie! What is all this chatter that everypony is talking about?"

She smiled, not fazed by the fact that I had called her by the appropriate name . She stopped playing for a second to respond to my question.

"You haven't heard? The concert has been delayed by two weeks, and we have a full period to practice today!"

That sent jolts of electricity through my body. Maybe my part in the concert wasn't hopeless after all! Though, I couldn't go back to the viola. It was impossible for me to play it ever again. I needed to find a new instrument, and, noticing that she was struggling on the harp, did the only logical thing that I could.

"Pinkie, do you mind if I take the harp off of your hands to play it?"

She didn't seem to object and stood up, pushing me down to the floor.

"Okie-Dokie-Lokey! I wasn't doing very good anyways!"

She moved over, grabbing a trumpet. I, on the other hand, plucked one of the strings on the harp. A beautiful sound came out, and everyone stopped to look at me. I didn't like the sound. To me it was very flat. I quickly tuned the harp a little and struck the string again. It sounded perfect. This instrument was nothing like a viola, but I'd try my best anyways. I've never even played a harp before.

I closed my eyes and let my hands move across the strings, a song coming out quite excellently. I heard all the noise in the room but the harp stop, and I didn't dare to open my eyes. I just kept playing, until I thought the song deserved to finish. I closed it with a nice chord, and when I was done, I opened my eyes. Every single person in the room was staring at me. It was quiet for a little bit, and then, lightning fast, applause flooded the room. I was smiling and couldn't stop. Everyone moved over to me, congratulating me on my efforts. These weren't efforts. That was a masterpiece.

Derek was the person I wanted to see. He came straight up to me, picking me up.

"Dude, that....was....amazing!!! Lyra you're a beast on the harp! Why didn't you ever tell me?!"

He was still calling me Lyra, just as Bon Bon was. It was just some sort of school joke now, wasn't it?

"Even I can't answer that, Dash. That was my first time playing the harp."

Wait a minute...that was my first time playing the harp. I played a song that was nothing less than perfect, and it was my first time! The thoughts of the actual Lyra Heartstrings moved themselves to the front of my mind yet again. It was so confusing, but now my suspicions were confirmed. I actually was Lyra Heartstrings!

I exited the orchestra room as quickly as I could, running straight to a bathroom to collect my thoughts. Today seemed quite hot, actually. I ran in, the door slamming behind me. I went straight up to the sink and turned the cold water on, dunking my face in multiple times until the burning sensation in my head went away. When I looked up again, I jumped back in fright. I looked in the mirror and actually saw Lyra Heartstrings! Her mouth was moving but no sound came out, steam covering that area. I wiped it off and was met with a large amount of screaming at me.

"Mister, you must hurry! I don't have much time to say this. I've pinpointed your location as that of the missing ponies here in our land. You must find a boy named Trevor and tell him that we have his mom in safe hands, but outside there is someone who is out to get her. Please, you must hurry. We must return her to your world and the missing ponies to ours! Please...you're the only hope we have....if you find them...just remember to.."

Her voice was cut off. She looked behind her, screaming. A fire appeared behind her and I felt the warm sensation run through my head again.

"PLEASE! YOU MUST HURRY!"

This time, no matter how much cold water I put on my face, the burn wouldn't go away. I looked up again and she was gone. I only stared at myself in the mirror. What had just happened? Had I truly met my idol? Was she in trouble? Or was it all just some crazy mind game I was playing with myself?

I walked out slowly, so as not to cast suspicion upon myself. I went in the orchestra room, grabbed my backpack, and ran out, going to sit in the cafeteria until the bell rang. I needed to think, and this was the only solitary place I had right now that wouldn't actually freak me out.

I just sat there and put my head on the table, trying to clear my thoughts. I reached into my backpack and pulled out a box of mints. These mints were special to me. I didn't know how, but somebody put a new pack of these in my backpack every week. I didn't know who it was but it was always directly after orchestra that I found these. They were called "Party-Time Mint-Als" (Credit to Kkat) and they immediately cleared my mind, making me feel stronger.

I was going to put one in my mouth when I felt a sharp pain come from the back of my head. My vision started to go black. The more that the black closed in to my pupil, the dizzier I got. When my vision was completely black, I started to feel myself slipping away from the world. My head crashed against the table, the mints spilling everywhere as I conked out.