It was a bright sunny day… weren't expecting that were you? Anyway, this story begins with a house, the location of the house isn't important, and in the house lived a family of four. There was the father who had a well-paying corporate job, the mother who had a job as a well-known physician. A daughter who was the oldest at 21 who was a famous designer. And the son, a slim fellow at 6’-4”, with orange eyes (though some would argue that they were red) and a high, lighter pitch, voice, who looked rather scrawny, yet he could bench 170. He had short brown hair and commonly wore casual clothes, he was Caucasian, had fair skin, and no blemishes, his name was David.

Do to his family’s wealth he could always afford trendy clothes, but he preferred to stay away from anything designer. He went to a public school, much to his parent’s chagrin, where he wasn't very popular, in fact, he only had one friend, James. He was a tan fellow with blond hair at 5’-11”, lounging on the couch, warring much the same thing as James considering James commonly bought him clothes when they were hanging out at the mall. Many who saw this thought him to be homosexual, in actuality, he just thought he could be nice to his friend considering he was so wealthy. David was a rather simple kid he went through school with a C-/B+ average and never got into trouble, or at least, none he couldn't handle…

But now, tomorrow was graduation day. He was going to turn 19 the day before, making him one of the oldest in his class. He hadn't had a big party, he had invited James over to hang out, which included: playing video games, watching anime, and of course the most important of all, watching a show called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

He and James were Avid “Bronies” as it were, (fans of the for-mentioned show) and greatly enjoyed watching it together. Though for James, its effect was tainted a bit by David who would mumble under his breath as he analyzed the characters, He didn’t nit-pick or anything he was just liked to profile the characters. He always treated the show a bit more “real” than most, he would observe the characters as if they were real and try to understand them, while making theories about how each one would act in real life.

No one except him and James new, but he was secretly a genius, he actively hid this from others because he didn't want to be treated “special”, he had actually already taken college classes at the same time he was going through high school. He didn't have a degree but only because of the vast amount of classes he took, he didn't stay in one major (or one degree course for that matter) for very long. He spread himself out to learn all he could, however, he did have one thing he stayed interested in at all times: psychology. He was so skilled at reading people that he could tell almost all of your physical features by your voice, speech patterns, and grammar, even if he was only reading a textual message sent in a chat room or via IM. He could also read body language and facial expressions as good as any expert.

He would observe the ponies and make mental notes, easy with an eidetic (photographic) memory, and try and discern what emotions they felt, or what they were thinking, then build ideas and theories on pony psychology.

As they were winding down for the day, preparing for tomorrow, they fell into a pleasant conversation.

“So… What now?” said James.

“What do you mean?” said David cocking his brow while lying on the opposite couch.

“You know damn well what I mean!” said James, pointing an accusatory finger at David having noticed David’s smirk, he then proceeded to plaster a large smile on his face. He was as bad as a certain white unicorn when it came to noticing details…

“Right… Well you'll probably go to college, I'll finally decide on a degree and then we find a way to combine our talents and make a profitable business, and if we can't do that… We'll do fine on our own” he said in a monotone voice, almost as if he was disappointed with it…

“You got this all figured out don't you smart ass?” James said in mock anger.

David smiled looking almost hope full “well, there is one unknown variable…” he said low enough that only he could hear it

“Wellp! Time for me to head home… see you tomorrow buddy!” he said, getting up and heading for the door.

“We'll see.” He said, waving behind him.

“What?” said James, not having heard him clearly.

“Never mind.” he said, waving a dismissive hand.

With that, James shrugged before turning and leaving

David stayed laying on the couch for a few minutes before getting up and heading to his room. He opened his door and walked in only to immediately tern, close, and lock the door with an advanced security system, one of the few things he splurged on. He walked over to his desk, an antique his father got him, it was an old desk with a square mirror on it, like some sort of masculine vanity. He slid the holder out of place under his desk, causing the mirror to slide down and reveal a cork board covered in scraps of paper, which, when put together correctly, made what appeared to be some form of a large archaic magic circle. He stared at it for a long period of time, before roaring with a seething rage, and grabbing the side of the former mirror holder bringing said circle to his face.

“Why?!” he shouted at the image, not receiving a reply “why did I make you?!”

He stared at it again before storming to his bed and sitting down heavily with his arms crossed.
“I can remember everything I have ever done, from infancy to now. So… why can't I remember you!?” he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. He had been waking up in the morning each day for the past month, and each day there was a new page added. He had compared the line thickness and pencil angle used to draw the picture (hand writing) to many others in the police database that he had easily hacked into. It wasn't until he had tested his own hand writing that he realized that he was the one making them. He had done much studying but had found nothing on the strange circle. It frustrated him greatly, but… it also kind of excited him, he felt like this circle was some sort of key, perhaps, the key to his escape.

He had planned out his life thoroughly, he even had six back-up plans, but even then he didn't like any of them. He always felt as though he was meant for something greater (cliché I know) and maybe, just maybe, this circle could help.

Just then he heard what sounded like wind, but it was strange, it sounded… distorted, like it wasn't natural…

All of a sudden, he felt something deep inside of him well up, he put a hand to his chest, his heart felt like it was beating with the force of a jack hammer. He then looked to the circle, his eyes widening as he regained the memories he had been searching for. He remembered now, he had done this for a reason, he was reaching out to… no… he wasn't the one reaching out… something… Inside of him was trying to connect to something… to something like itself… something that could not easily be found here… it felt the same as what was on the inside… it wanted to be with its own… where it belonged…

He hadn't even realized he had been approaching the circle till it came alight with black and red smoke. He raised his hand towards it emotions swirling inside of him: Fear, shock, confusion, wonder, and most of all, hope. There was a bright flash and then… nothing… all that remained, was the circle, and a scorch mark on the floor…

Author's Note

Sorry If it doesn't read too well. Again, I need an editor before I can seriously start producing chapters.