Chapters As I woke up, I was almost blinded by the sheer brightness of the place I was in. "W-where am I?" I said not talking to anyone in particular.
"You are In the Hall of Angelic Judgement." I whipped around to look at were the voice came from. I was then face to face with... Jared Padalecki?
"Wait a minute arnt you Jared Padalecki?"
"no this is just my preferred form. I am God." I was stunned. why am I here?
"You have been brought here to be judged. This will tell us if you are worthy of becoming an angel. Or even rebirth." God said as if he could read my mind.
"We? Who else is he-" I looked around and saw all the stands slowly filling up with angels. God turned and stood at a podium I hadn't noticed before. He placed his face near the microphone
"Today we shall be judging to see if this young man is worthy of becoming an angel." There was applause from the angels and God sat down. An elderly angel walked up and cleared his throat.
"Now we shall begin the judging. Let us begin this by looking at his memories." He walked over to me and put two fingers on each of my temples. A cold sensation ran through my body as he pulled silver wisps - my memories and proceeded to place them into a bowl.
"Let the ceremony BEGIN!" A large screen appeared and my memories started playing on it.
Memories of birthdays, episodes of My Little Pony, airsoft wars, ME and my girlfriend, and then the cliff. All the other memories had just been flipped through. This time the projector played this one normally. The angels stared intently the whole time some gasped when I jumped, others whispered amongst themselves. Then the projector stopped and went dark. The wisps floated back to me and reentered my head.
"Those were some...Interesting memories. None the less. We shall now send you out so all of us may speak in private." God said as he ushered me out.
The angels watched and waited as my wings appeared. When they fully appeared some screamed, others yelled in fear and outrage. I looked and saw they were black.
"This was to be expected. You are one of few angels that are not bound to one realm. You have the ability to jump between them. You and others like you have been given the name jumpers." God said first looking at the angels then to me. One of them stood and looked at God, rage plastered on his face.
" All jumpers are SCUM." A call of here here came from sections around the room.
After explaining my powers to me, God asked we're I would be going.
"My first and only destination is equestria." I said and before I could even say more there was a tug on the back of my navel and I was thrust away.
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Darkness. That is all I could see. Then I remembered to open my eyes. That didn't help though as the forest I was in was still pretty dark.
"Well then. That was fun . Now We're IS the stuff I brought with me." I looked around and saw my pack lying nearby. I got up and opened it. Inside we're my favored weapons. Two scythes, one black the other white.
"Ah yes, yin and yang. At least your here. Now we're IS my bow. There it is." I said as I grabbed it off a low hanging tree branch. The bow was made of ebony, and drenched in the blood of daedra hearts making it a daedric bow. I had no need for normal arrows since I used more plentiful ethereal arrows. I looked around and found a small path that looked like it lead out of the forest.
"I hope this doesn't turn out like all the other human fanfics were the ponies try to kill me on sight." I say as I walk along the path towards what I hope is either ponyville or fluttershys house.
As I stepped out of my school, I knew today was gonna be a good day. At least I thought it would. Then I saw the one person I didn't want to talk to. Dylan Flossi,and his entourage.
"Hey guys, isn't that the kid who likes My Little Faggot or what ever it's called?" Dylan said. His friends all sniggered. I didn't say anything and tried to walk by but Dylan grabbed me by the shirt front.
"Where the fuck do you think your going you fucking fag." I was so close to his face I could feel the flecks of spit hit my face. I was so angry at this point I wanted to stab him with my pencil.
"I'm trying to get back ho-" my sentence was cut short when I felt Dylan's fist smash into my face. I fell to the ground, my head spinning.
"You don't have a home because no one wants a fag like you living at their house." There was a small puddle of blood forming around me. I went to stand when Dylan and his friends started kicking me. I tried to cover my face when they suddenly stopped. As I stood up,my shirt soaked with blood, Dylan looked at me with a murderous grin.
"You know what? I want a fa-" I rammed my hand as hard as I could into his face, and I heard his nose break and saw blood squirt out. I took this moment of confusion and started running.
"Go abter 'im" Dylan yelled and his group of lackeys all started running after me. After around 30 minutes of running we eventually came to a cliff. Dylan came tearing out of the woods along with his friends.
"So you tought you could get abay?" Dylan said blood still flowing freely from his nose. He pulled something out of his pocket and I immediately realized it was a switchblade.
"I think a nice stabbing is in order after what you did to me? Don't you guys think so?" His group all nodded. I looked between Dylan, the switchblade, and the cliff.
"well it was nice knowing you all" I said as I stepped off the cliff.