Love of flight

"Hendersonville traffic, Cessna November-Seven-Five-Echo-Romeo, departing runway Three-Two, straight out," I said.

After pushing the throttle all the way in, and lifting my feet to release the brakes, my Skyhawk started off down the runway. I gently pulled back on the yoke at about sixty two knots and started leaving the ground. I always found that taking off always seemed to calm me down for some reason... even though it's one of the most dangerous parts of flying. Anyway, that's not all that important.

After about a minute, I glanced at my altimeter to see it reading three thousand, three hundred feet. I gently pushed the yoke forward to start leveling out. Now, it was time to raise the flaps, slow down to about two thousand, two hundred RPM, and start trying to get into straight and level flight... not an easy thing to do, I might add. It took close to six and a half minutes to get to straight and level flight... a new record for me.

The beauty of the landscape below always takes my breath away. There were few clouds in the sky, which I liked quite a bit. There was a nice lake nearby that I decided to flyover, as I normally do. The lake, couple together with the forest and mountains... man it was a beautiful sight. Unfortunately, this wasn't going to last.

The forecast for the day was clear, calm weather. There were no storms forecast at all... though, this wasn't really your average thunderstorm. Darks clouds came out of nowhere, the rain was so thick, it looked like I was surrounded by paper or something, and the crazy lightning strikes coming down in large groups at the same time... it was freaky. I didn't have any actual flight time in stormy weather like this, so I didn't know what all to do except try to get home. I turned  and headed back in the direction of my home airport to land... but that's when it got really freaky. Out of nowhere came a really bright light, which I'm guessing was a rather large lightning bolt, that blinded me for a brief bit. Instinctively, I let go of the yoke to hold my hands up and cover my eyes... bad idea. I could just feel myself dropping out of the air... and I blacked out shortly after the fall began.

When I came to, I noticed that I was still alive, and all in one piece. I climbed out of my Skyhawk to check the damage... well, she'd seen better days.  Half the nose was gone, all the windows were either cracked or shattered, the left wing was completely gone, the elevators were somehow bent backwards, but still attached... explain that one to me.  Whatever, I'm just glad I made it out ok. Only thing is... where did I land? This place looked nothing like home... it was way too colorful.

After about an hour, I began to wonder how long it would take before somebody found me... and the answer was really soon. My rescuer, however, was not what I'd expected. Standing in front of me now was a small horse with a uh... teal coat, green eyes, and a light blue and purple, bi-colored mane... that was somehow long enough to be braided. As if the crazy colors and braided mane weren't odd enough... it can also talk. I don't remember what it said because I kind of fainted as soon as it started speaking.

Ok, so could my situation have possibly gotten any worse? Well, I guess not. As I came to, I noticed I was in a house of some sort. Did somebody actually find me? What about that crazy colored talking horse? Did that thing even exist? All these questions, and more, ran through my head as I tried to process my situation. I didn't even notice the talking horse enter the room till it spoke again.

"It's good to see you're awake," The horse said.

I jumped slightly when I heard its voice. I was speechless for the longest time. As I stared at the horse, my mouth hung open, I couldn't help but notice she cocked her head to the side.

"Are... are you alright?" The horse asked.

Ok, so, based on the sound of this horses voice, it's female. Ok, so talking horses with brightly colored coats... nothing weird about that. Nothing weird at all... except it's just not normal. Also, where the hell was this horse's owner, and why was she allowed to walk around inside the house?

"Can you even understand me?" The horse asked, "If you can, please nod your head twice".

I didn't nod my head, but spoke up myself. I needed some answers now.

"I can understand you... though I'm not really sure how," I said, "It's not really all that important though. What I wanna know is where the hell I am".

"Well, you're at my cottage just outside Ponyville," The horse said.

First, I crash land in a brightly colored area, then this teal colored talking horse comes to rescue me, and then I find out there's a place nearby called Ponyville. Ok, where the hell is Togo?

"You alright?" The horse asked.

"Yea, I uh... I just need to wrap my head around all this," I said.

"Do you have a name by any chance?" The horse asked, "I'd like to know what to call you".

"My name is Anthony," I said, "Am I to assume you have one as well?".

"Crystal Melody," The horse said.

"Right..." I start, "Look, do you have an owner or somebody else here that I can talk to?".

"I'm not a slave if that's what you're asking," Crystal said, "And I'm the only one who lives here".

"I didn't mean to imply you're a slave," I said, "I just wanted to know if there was another human here I could talk to".

"Is that what you call yourself? A human?" Crystal asked.

"Yes, it is," I said, "Now, is there another like me that I can talk to?".

"Not in Equestria," Crystal said, "Well... that I know of anyway".

Great... so I'm in a place with brightly colored, talking horses, and I'm also the only human. What a grand day this has become... if only. Well, I guess I'll have to get used to this for a little while.

"So, uh... is there anything other than horses around these parts?" I asked.

"Well, first off, we're not horses. All citizens in Equestria are ponies. I would advise against the use of the word 'Horse" as it is quite offensive," Crystal said, "As your question, yes, there are other beings, though I would advise against trying to find them as they aren't very friendly. They all reside in the Everfree Forest... and you don't ever want to find yourself there".

That's when I it. This isn't any regular hor- I mean, pony... she has wings! She's a uh... oh what are they called? Well, time for another question.

"So, I see you have wings," I said, "Tell me... what kind of hor- I mean pony, sorry, are you?".

"I'm a pegasus," Crystal said.

Pegasus, that's it! A winged horse said only to exist in myth. That proves it right there, I am not in Kansas anymore. But, if there are pegasuses here, then surely there's other mythological creatures. I wonder what else there is.

"So, are there any types of ponies other than pegasuses?" I asked.

"Pegasi is the proper plural term," Crystal said, "And yes, there are unicorns, Earth ponies, and we are all governed by two alicorn sisters".

Wait a second... Earth ponies? EARTH ponies? Maybe there's hope for me to get home after all".

"You said you have Earth ponies living here," I started, "Does that mean you know how I can get home?".

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're talking about," Crystal said, "But, Princess Celestia or Princess Luna might know. We can go see them if you want".

"If it'll help me get home, then let's go," I said.

I misjudged the size of this house, as I slammed my head against the ceiling when I stood up. Should've figured that a house where a pony that's up to my waist would be too big for me to walk in. Oh well, at least I would get a nice nap for the second time today.