Author's Note
This is my first ever fanfic for fimfiction.net and man am I scared to death about what people will think of it here! I hope to celestia that it goes well, and if u want to see the more faster updated version, then go read it on fanfiction.com! Please enjoy, and don't hate me, I'm trying my best to get this to be my best fanfic.
Chapter 1: Introductions
Chapter 1 Introductions
I awoke to a sound equivilant to a thousand people clapping all at once, but it was simply a little thunder. The storm that was apperently now in full affect as the wind roared, and the rain raged with gallons and gallons of water, just continued as I tried to fall back to sleep. But for some reason, I could not pull myself to the slumber I so despraitly wanted. So, I got up to look at the storm that was still shoving and pouring.
My name is Tristan by the way, I'm 17, and I'm a brony as well. I have been an obsessed brony for nearly a year now, and have gone through changes in favorites from Rainbow Dash to AppleJack. I love the show, music, art work, and all other groups like gaming. I'll admit to clop, I'm just not quite good at saying it out loud to anyone. I have 4 brothers, and 4 sisters, all below me thus making me the oldest of 9, and have babysat them before. But, enough about me, let me get back to where I am at the moment.
The storm still looking fierce as ever, looking from the window above me. I live in the basement, it's got the actual ceiling and carpeted floor, so it's pretty nice to be here. Exceptions to the basement are that it has humidity problems, leaving the carpets soaking wet. Exception to that thanks to this little humidity control device that lays in my window cile, it doesn't affect my room. So, the storm, no sleep, and the need to find something to do till I get drowsy.
As I looked outside to the flashing of lightening, and the pouring down rain, for a glimpse, I see a box in the side yard of our house. Seeing my oppertunity, I get out of bed, go get shoes, and leave to get the box. It didn't take long to get it, and I was pretty pleased that it wasn't to far away. When I made it back, I noticed, it looked somewhat like the elements of harmony box, only it was more of a blackish color. The usual colors of the diamonds, were now gothy colors. When I opened it, it held a necklece, and a piece of parchment with the words 'Instruction Manual' written on it. 'Well, at least I'll know how to use it whe-... THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT, I'VE JUST FOUND A NEW ELEMENT FROM THE ONLY THING I EVER THINK ABOUT!' I thought to myself.
I started to shake as I went to touch the necklece. But, before I could touch it, my hand started to glow a dark red, and as I stared, I noticed that the necklece was doing the same thing. When I pulled my hand back, my hand stopped glowing as well as the necklece. I looked at the necklece without picking it up and saw a dark red sheriken on it, and the gold on the elements of harmony, wasn't what I found on this necklece. Instead I found a black metal, something I could not discribe on paper.
After making my great glowing discovery, I decided to make my next move by touching it. When I touched it I felt searing pain in my skull as memories started to flood my mind. After what felt like years, but was mear milliseconds, I passed out on luckly my bed, as the thunder got ever so louder.
Chapter 2 Memories
I awoke this time to the sound of my brother, Trenton, Trent for short. "Tristan, wake up, you're going to miss Fairy Tale!" He shouted. He's 14 and sleeps in the same room as me. I got up and started for my shirt, but remembered what happened last night, and looked for the box.
When I found it, I saw that the necklece was gone. I started to freak out and shook it for a while, but no luck. Then, when I put on my shirt, I heard what I wanted to hear when I shook the box. The small jingle of metal on metal. When I looked, I saw it wasn't coming from the box, but under my chin. I looked down to see it was around my neck, and the faint glow of red was emitting from it. When I looked at my hands, on the back they had dark red and green sherikens on each.
I took time in gathering up information. Then I looked at my shirt, and put it on over my new necklece, but then it struck me. 'What the fuck am I doing? I could just take it off, put it in the box, and tuck it under my bed. Simple as that.' I said to myself. But, something didn't feel right about that idea. When I was done blowing off the feeling of uncertainty, I tried taking it off. It came off like nothing, then it hit me with one question, how did it get on in the first place?. The necklece flashed and everything went blank for a while, till I could see again. When I looked, the necklece was no longer in the box anymore. It was around my neck again. 'Well, there goes plan 'simple'.' I thought.
So, I put on my shirt, traded out my sweat shorts for regular, everyday shorts, stuck my hands in my pockets, and went up stairs. When I arrived at my destination, I saw my mom preparing a dinner for the future. I always loved whatever she cooked. "Good morning." I said, in my usual morning groggy-ness. "Good morning, please, take a shower." "Kay, after I'm done officially waking up." I said. So, over time, I decided to take the shower that my mom was waiting for.
Before I got in, I thought about how I was going to get the necklece off. As I thought about it, a flash of light serged and my necklece was off. When I entered, I thought about what had happened last night. The memories that had flooded my head last night were gone, probably sealed away or something. What I really want to know is why that necklece was reacting to my contact or presence. It also got off when I thought about it coming off. Is it respondable to only my thought? What secrets does it hold? What am I going to do with it?
After my long dispute about the necklece, I had finished my shower and was drying off. When I got through with my top half, the necklece popped right back on. I finished drying off, put my clothes on, and left the bathroom. My hands just so happened to be showing at the wrong time and the 2nd oldest of my sisters, Lulu, saw my hands and shouted to the world "OOOHH, Tristan has tatoos!" The uproar caused everyone in the house to crowd me, even my mother, and asked me thousands of questions.
"How did u get that without my knowing?" My mother asked. "Why do u have the same one on the other hand?" Lulu questioned in her annoyingly loud voice. "Mommy, can I get one?" My first oldest sister asked. And it ended there with everyone asking for a tatoo.
Finally, after my mom shouting to get their attention, she simply said that they weren't old enough, and asked them if they have the money to pay for it. Then she looked to me and asked, "Tristan, how did you get that tatoo?" "I don't know, you see, I found this box and-" I continued to explain to her, and all the others on how I got it, as well as all the other discoveries.
After all I had said, a shock of pain went through my head, and caused me to fall to the ground on my knees, and clutch my skull. Memories flooded my mind again, and suprisingly they were all the same memories from last night. "Promise me yah won't get in ta' any trouble?' one voice said. 'It is your mission kid, you must do what the princess says.' another voice comments. 'Don't worry, you will do fine, I'll be watching over you as you sleep.' one final voice calmly speaks. Then I wake to the sound of thunder again.
