Starting up in Equestria.

Chapter 1: Where the Buck am I?

It’s been an eventful last week or so. I celebrated my Nan’s 3 year anniversary, passed my driver theory test, submitted all the paperwork to get my learner’s permit and I was getting ready for bed on a warm, calm Friday evening. I say was because as I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and set it on my desk, a bright flash surrounded me and I felt myself hurtling through the air for a second. My brief flight was so rudely interrupted by a rather large and sturdy apple tree. I connected shoulder first with a resounding thunk and a sickening pop sounding out.

I lay there, dazed and confused, for about a full minute before the pain washed over me. I could tell something was very wrong even by lying there on my back, I could feel my arm was just “wrong”. I used my right arm to force my body into a sitting position. I opened my eyes, then I immediately clenched them tightly shut again. Note to self: Do not open eyes for at least a couple minutes. I felt from my left elbow to my shoulder with my other hand, trying to figure out just what was wrong. When I got to my shoulder I figured it out, which looking back was fairly glaringly obvious. I had dislocated my shoulder joint and my left arm was difficult to move. I thought for a second and remembered a way to relocate your own shoulder. I drew my left knee up, brought my right arm around and joined my two hands together across my knee. I leaned back, slowly but surely straightening my arms and let my arm move. I forgot however that this method takes 10+ minutes to fully complete and I rushed it badly. And I figured out something. When they say that it takes 10 minutes to do, make sure you listen, because if not you may end up making it hurt a lot worse than it should.

In any case, a couple of minutes later when I was able to see straight again, or see at all remembering how bright it was here, I looked around. I was in some kind of orchard or something, apple trees grew in rows around me, and there was a clear, bright blue sky above and the sun was shining from about the two O’clock position,

“Uhh bucking hell” I groaned. Wait what!? Did I just say bucking instead of bucking? No bucking. Oh bucking Tartarus I can’t swear here for whatever reason. Well I was in a new place, in loads of pain (stupid trees), and I can’t swear anymore. Well buck it, let’s go exploring.

I stood up slowly, my legs shaking slightly underneath me. I started walking slowly down one of the rows of trees. Five minutes later I decided that maybe I should check myself out first, see how badly my “landing” hurt me.

I was still in my clothes, for which I was grateful. I had on a plain white V-necked t-shirt, a pair of dark jeans, and my converse. My glasses hung in the v of my shirt. I was still my normal 6’ nothing height, I was still my slightly overweight self and aside from a couple of scratches on my arm from hitting the tree presumably, I seemed relatively unscathed. Well as unscathed as one could be after dislocating an arm. I checked my pockets and found my phone, somehow without any further scratches, cracks or damage, and my keys, undamaged though they are probably thoroughly useless right now.  Oh and I was tired, long day and just as I go to bed I am suddenly in some new world, in the middle of the day. Ugh I am not in the mood for any of this right now.

Well that was exciting, I should probably continue on now. I don’t recall having eaten for a while and I would like to find whoever owns this place before taking any of the apples.

A few more minutes later and I found a dirt road leading across between the rows of trees. I looked both directions but I was in a bit of a dip in the road and couldn’t see much either way. I decided left was my best bet, don’t even ask me why. So I skipped along, just kidding I was wrecked so I was trudging along more than anything.

I suppose now would be a good time to say a bit about myself. I’m a guy. My name is Christopher, I am 18 years old, I’m Irish born and reared. As I said earlier I am 6’ tall. I have played rugby for the past 10-11 years, and I have the strength to go along with the sport. I am a bit overweight, pushing 95 kilos (that’s just under 15 stone).

I’m fairly shy, nervous around new people or in new situations. I’d say I’m nice enough, fairly generous, often to a bit of a fault, helpful when I have the guts to actually say something to offer a hand. I have anger issues, I am well aware of that. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. I was raised in north Dublin so I have a bit of a Dublin accent, I speak English, some Irish and a small amount of French. I am fairly smart, I know a fair bit on most subjects, but I wouldn’t be an expert on anything.

Well that little bit of exposition took us as far as a gate. White fencing stretched along the rows of trees in either direction, dips and crests forming in the landscape. On the other side of the fence the road stretched onwards following the slope of the landscape until it finally crested over a hill and disappeared from my line of sight. Well that won’t be where the orchard owners are so it looks like I’m heading the other direction now. Greeaaatt!

Well I’m not even bothered thinking for the rest of this walk.