At Request of the Ancients

Sleep; wake up, alone; get dressed; shower; eat breakfast, alone; brush teeth; put on a convincing mask; go to work; keep mask up all morning; get lunch and eat, alone; go back to work; struggle to keep mask up; work ends, go home; take mask off; listen to music and read or watch Youtube videos; take a walk; head back home; go to sleep; repeat.

This is and has been the daily routine of Jack Ignianos for the past 5 years ever since his dad was killed in a mugging; it's kinda surreal, living in a small town like his where almost everyone know's everyone you never think of the possibility of something like that happening; yet, here he is 22 years old living by himself, no friends, no pet's (Ever since his pup, Snowball, died of old age when he was 19), no family... all alone... enough to make anybody at least a bit depressed, but he pushes on, keeping himself distracted with life. He's found a couple of nice things to keep him distracted from thinking about his life: listening to different genre's of music (he especially likes older music), reading stories (Like Harry Potter), watching some Television shows (Doctor Who) and movies (Full Metal Jacket), and taking walks around outside to enjoy nature; to list a few. But, I'm sure you don't want to hear his sob story right now, so instead I'm gonna tell you of the strange happenings that caused him to wake up in the middle of a field with a medieval town on the horizon and the events that followed.

This is the story... of Jack Ignianos (Ig-Knee-On-O-ss)

Jack Ignianos' POV

Going through my daily routine, I've just gotten back from my daily walk, back to my empty, quiet, apartment. It's about 11:30 PM right now, so I'm feeling pretty tired; if I were more alert than I probably would have noticed a couple of things that were off that I missed due to my drowsiness: like how my door was unlocked even though I always lock it when I go for a walk, how there was a slight breeze even though I never opened any windows, and how all of the doors inside my house were open. But, due to my disoriented state, I missed all of this, hung up my keys and headed towards my bed; not even bothering to take off my hoodie or boots; and headed off to bed to sleep off my exhaustion.

3rd Person Point of View

As Jack went off to sleep, collapsing onto his bed, face up, and quickly succumbing to his exhaustion; another figure slowly made his way through the house, he was a peculiar looking person: wearing a fancy black suit and black tie, a black fedora, walking with a cane that had the head of a metal snake with green eyes that glowed ominously in the darkened house. As he entered Jack's room and approached his sleeping form the eyes of the snake started to glow like fireflies in the summertime.

"Hmm," the man hummed softly looking down at Jack's sleeping form, "so you're the one they chose are you? Not much to look at, but who am I to judge the will of the Ancients. Looks like you get a one way trip to a new dimension pal, hope you like mythology; you're in for one hell of a wake up call," the man chuckles softly, as he slowly lowers the metal snake-head down to touch Jack's forehead.

Jack's POV

I slowly started to regain consciousness due to hearing a voice, "... one wa... dimens... like mythology; you're in for one hell of a wake up call," I can hear a soft chuckle. I slowly open my eye's to see a man in a suit lowering a cane with a metal snake-head with glowing green eyes down towards my forehead. My eye's shoot open. "Wha," is all I manage to get out before the snake-head touches me and my world explodes into a world of white hot pain. The feeling of having your molecular structure torn down atom by atom is excruciatingly painful, what I believed to be my mouth opened in a silent scream as my atoms got moved from one area to another; after what felt like hours, but could very well have been seconds, I lost what little consciousness I had left and blacked out.

PAUSE

Alright, before we continue allow me to tell you some things about Jack so you can get a better grasp on his knowledge. Jack has always been a bit of a history nut not just his home country (America) but all over the world, his father was an ex-marine who was missing a leg (He taught Jack basic self-defense before he got injured while deployed), due to Jack living by himself so long he's a relatively good cook, he's gone hunting and fishing enough with his dad (Before he died) that he know's how to clean and cook fish, squirrels, rabbits, and deer; he knows a decent amount about the human body but his best subject's (Other than history) are Astrology and Geology. He's also more accepting of the unknown and strange than most people are and is a strong believer in the Multi-Verse Theory. That should be enough of a quick description to help you out.

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3rd POV

On the world of Terra, in the beautiful land of Equestria, about 1/2 a mile from Ponyville close to the edge of the Everfree Forest, a small pinprick of light interrupted the otherwise peaceful night. As the minutes passed the pinprick grew, slowly becoming larger and larger while taking on the shape of the one known as Jack Ignianos. That small amount of unnatural light was the only notification to the Ponies of Equestria that they had an otherworldly, and unconscious, visitor; to bad nopony was awake to see it.

Jack's POV

Oohhh, what the hell did I DO last night; I feel like I just went 10 rounds with a Sontaran, I can feel the sun beating against my eye's and the hard ground beneath my back, what the hell? I think as I open my eye's slightly, "Augh! Fuck that hurt!" I quickly shut my eye's and turn my head to the side after accidentally looking directly at the sun, I open my eye's again and blink away the spots. "Why the fuck am I outside? I could have sworn I..." memories from the night before come rushing back to me. Mythology? "What the hell did that guy DO to me?"

Body check: Feet and Toes? Check. Legs? Check. Torso? Check. Arms, Hands, and Fingers? Check. Rugged Good Looks? ... Damn still nothin'. Well, at least I'm not missing anything and the soreness from whatever the hell that guy did is disappearing. Taking stock of my surroundings I can see a thick forest next to me, a medieval-looking village a small ways away, and a couple of mountains dotting the landscape; I appear to be in some sort of field and according to my watch it's 8:23 AM. Ok, where the hell am I? There weren't any mountains anywhere close to where I lived. As I try figuring out where I am I stand up and start heading towards the town, figuring it's as good a place as any to start my search.

Maybe I can even figure out who the hell that was in my house last night