Believing in magic and talking color ponies!

A dense forest full of vibrant tropical plants and the sounds of wildlife as far as the senses can reach. Colors of many hues strategically placed by the artist known as nature greet my eyes. Aromas from the many flora refresh and invigorate my nostrils as I inhale slowly. Closing my eyes, I focus on the many sounds from a bird’s mating call, the creaks of tree bark, and even the wind as it navigates the surroundings.

 Sitting with my back against a tree, I meditate on my current situation. After doing that morphing sequence at that booth there was a shift in gravity surrounding me that was followed with a moment of blindness. Once everything calmed down I had woken up in some type of forest that I for sure knew was no way near the Animazement building.

“Alexa is going to kill me when she finds out.” A frown creases my forehead as I remember our last interaction together. Where did she go when she ran off? Does she even know where I am? Opening my eyes to glance around, I come to the theory that I don’t even know where I am. Out of the eighteen years I’ve spent in Raleigh I should know my own city whereabouts. But there is no area with this much dense forestry and tropical elements.

“Well, let’s survey the landscape then.”

Getting up, I dust off my robes and make a mental note of my surroundings. Looking up to the sky I can catch a glimpse of the sun through the gaps in the trees (Maybe if I can find a high enough tree I can get a decent view.) A brief search reveals a tree that stretches high above the branch covering (But how will I get up there?).

“*Bzzts*,” Grabbing the vibrating morpher and flipping it open reveals a display console.

“Hello, welcome to the magicka morphing grid. Please choose a default language?”

Using the circular directional pad I scroll down to the “English” option.

“Would you like to use the default casting language for all spells or just the spells designed for the morphing grid?”

 (Okay, this is oddly specific. But if this means what I think it means…) Eyes wide, I choose to keep the ‘Default’ language and finished the setup. After a minute of loading, the setup completed and showed a grid pattern over a blue screen (Now, how to test this out...). Inspecting the morpher closely I find the microphone port needed for my test. Smiling, I activate wand mode and point toward a low hanging branch.

“Time to believe in magic, Ignis bolt!”. As the last syllable was chanted the crystal foci released a speeding stream of fire that burned straight through the branch and toward the sky. I stare through the line of smoke in shock (Okay, so magic is a thing, nice to know. But if I can cast magic, then what about morphing?). As soon as the thought finished I heard a group of screams from my left. Feminine, if my ears are to be trusted.“Well, no training is better than experience.” I say aloud as I run toward the commotion in hope to help as well as find some answers.

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After running toward the voices for about three minutes I finally reach the spot. But what caught me off guard was the fact that the screams of distress were coming from three ponies (Well, distress is distress no matter the species. But I’m definitely not in Raleigh anymore). Scanning the area shows the threat to be a pack of wolves dressed in some kind of wooden armor. The pack was shaped in a crescent arc encapsulating the ponies and directing them towards the vertical mountain base, cutting off any exit.I prepare myself before jumping out of the bushes and in-between the ponies and the armored wolves. This startles both parties, allowing me enough time to morph.

“Magical source mystic force!” I chant as I type in the spell code. A barrier of heat surrounds me, living fire engulfing my body and becoming an armor of arcane cloth.

“Wut ‘n tarnation is that!” one of the ponies yelled in a surprised and surprisingly southern accent.

“Don’t worry, I’m here to help!” I respond as I focus my energy and get into kicking-stance: Back straight. Knees bent. Legs equally distant apart. Guarding the face with left hand and aiming the morpher with the right using wand mode. A few seconds pass before the first wolf lunges toward me aiming at my throat. I slide back and shove the tip of the wand into its maw.

”Ignis Bolt!” the stream of fire incinerating the whole body as well as searing one behind it in half, leaving four others. Glancing quickly at the remaining half of the dead wolf reveals it to actually be made of wood instead of my earlier assumption of it being armor (Oi, magical creature wonderment later, bloodthirsty splinter-tooth’s first!). Looking back to the remaining wolves reveal that instead of standing still like good little bushes they’ve encircled me.

“Crap! I did not expect that!” breathing in, I hoped that my will for protection would be enough. At that thought my power-suit deconstructed and turned into a pillar of howling wind that tore at the wolves surrounding me before re-cloaking my body into the Pink armor (Nature;0 Technicolor Deviant; 6).

Walking over to a nearby tree, I slide down to a sitting position to think over events. That was soon interrupted when I noticed purple (lavender maybe?) unicorn approaching me. Well, half unicorn half pegasus if the purple feathered wings were a clue (What would that be, a pegacorn?).

“Thank you, whoever you may be. My name is Princess Twilight Sparkle, and those are my friends Applejack and Rarity” She said pointing to the other two. While the tan one waved, the other seemed to have fainted a while ago. “But, if I may ask, who are you?”

(Hmm, well that is the question.) Since this is a new world there is no recorded history of me. Breathing in, I give Princess Twilight a smile and extend a hand. “You can call me Jhurdan, I guess you could say I’m new to the area.” I said. There is an awkward silence as she just stares at my hand, contemplating my motives. Rolling my eyes, I mimic an up-and-down motion and pointed to her hoof. Her eyes widen in recognition as she extends her hoof and completes the shake (And it seems ponies can blush of embarrassment, guess fur is pretty thin).

 “Now, I know you want to interrogate me and all. But I rather we get out of the forest that just sent tree puppies to kill us. Agreed?”

After getting a nod of approval I get up and walk over to the white unicorn I guessed was Rarity (If the brand-marks are anything to go by, Stetson cowgirl over there is Applejack). After picking her up bridal-style I nod to the others and follow them to the exit of the forest. Now to just think of how exactly to explain to them who I am.