For this to make sense, I do believe that I should explain who I am. My name is Tom, and I am a rock. How am I talking to you, you ask? Well, it's fairly complicated. Being that you, my audience, know the more recent histories of Equestria and, more specifically, the adventures of the Elements of Harmony, I do not believe that I shall be required to explain to majority of characters and situations regarding myself and my past.
During the most recent attack on Equestria by Discord, the draconequus, he, as you know, tricked Rarity, the Element of Generosity, into believing that I was a diamond. However, she was not entirely deceived. In accordance to her primary notion (Following her deception, of course), I am, in fact, a crystal. However, I am not diamond, and I am not at all of monetary value. However, the geode that I have broken off of consits almost entirely of extremely potent magical stores.
I suppose that, by now, you should have a vague idea of how I, a magical geode, am conveying this to you. If you don't, allow me to explain. Just because I have potent magic laced throughout my entirety does not mean that I was automatically as intelligent as I am now. In fact, had it not been for the kindness of fate, I would not be speaking to you at all right now.
Once the draconequess, Discord, was defeated, there was, as you know, a large explosion as the chaos was relinquished from Equestria. This explosion was the very one that sent me teetering over the edge of a hill. I rolled for what seemed like an eternity, and came to a stop directly outside of the schoolhouse. I was, as I mentioned earlier, naturally sentient. However, in her deception-induced state, Rarity's obsession over me caused her to inadvertently infuse some of her magic within me. This granted me senses. Using the extra magic that Rarity had infused within me, I subconsciously managed to develop the ability to channel a thin film of magic around myself, which completes the "sensory functions." By "sensory functions," I mean the only three that I have any need of. Sight, hearing, and smell.
The "sight" can be better described as more of a detection of my surroundings. Instead of an photo-optic relay through a nervous system, the "sensory magic," as I call it, captures the images in the visible world surrounding me (That's a 360-degree view, by the way), and projects me into my sentient core. I suppose it can best be described as a daydream, an image viewed in your mind that you can't actually see, but it's envisioned.
Anyway, back to how I am speaking to you. As I mentioned earlier, the explosion set me rolling down a hill, eventually coming to a stop outside of the schoolhouse. With my newly-found "senses," I would spend my days paying attention to the classes. After only a few short weeks, I had "finished" my education. I was as smart as just about anypony in Ponyville, save Twilight Sparkle and a few others. But it didn't stop there. Being that my "senses" allowed me to perceive more of the world than any pony could, I began to notice things. For instance, Just by simply focusing to my left, I could tell you the exact molecular structure of the air. This extra-sensory perception eventually drove me insane. I had seen all there was to see in Equestria. I needed something... More.
This thirst for more observation opportunities is what led me into the Everfree Forest to search for the gem of the Royals. This gem is exactly what sent me to Earth. And my being sent to Earth is exactly what literally dropped me into the hands of a certain Owen Jacobs.
As usual, I woke up before dawn. Living in the mountains, one learns that, if you're not awake after the sun rises, the sun shines annoyingly through the windows, wakes you up, and keeps you form sleeping. From then on, you're cranky because of it. So, naturally, I've gotten in the habit of waking before dawn.
So anyway, I woke up before dawn. After dragging myself out of bed, I sluggishly staggered my way into the kitchen. there, I, still half blind from sleep, poured a glass of milk, spilling a bit on the table. I dropped a few paper towels on the spillage and took a sip of the milk. I immediately spat it back out. It had gone bad.
I poured the milk out into the sink, emptied the jug in the same fashion, and then tossed it in the recycling bin. From there, I walked into the living room, where I plopped down onto the couch and turned on the TV.
This TV was the pride of my life. It's a Smart TV, and not one of the voice activated, Internet-accessing ones. No, this TV was a project being Beta tested by Google. It could run on voice command if you liked, but, more often, you'd simply put on a comfortable hat-like device that automatically hooked you up with electrodes. From there, it would either read the electrical emotion impulses, or you'd think something and it'd do it. Kind of like a telepathy TV.
However, this TV had some side effects. For instance, say you had sleep apnea. Sometimes you're called in to the doctor's office or whatever for a checkup on this, right? Well, they hook you up to electrodes for that, and it magnifies your brain waves into a computer system. Well, the problem with the Google TV Beta was that, if you used it daily, you'd end up... Picking up on signals. I can be sitting in a cafe and literally be able to read the minds of some of the people around me. I suppose that's how Tom and I could talk in the first place.
After watching the early morning news, I stepped outside onto the porch to watch the sunrise. There was a sudden wind, though, and I spilled the glass of milk all over my front and arms. I didnt cry. Once the sun broke the horizon, and its heat reached me, I stretched my arms out in front of me to dry them off. As I closed my eyes to take in the solacity of the moment, I felt a weight fall suddenly into my arms. Due to the unexpected nature of my taking on of the weight, I couldn't help but drop it onto the porch as I opened my eyes.
There, laying before me on the porch, was an unconscious guy about my age. His skin had a slight tinge of gray in it, and his hair was a darker shade. He was wearing a tattered black and brown outfit, torn in some places and extremely dirty. He looked like he'd gotten beat up and thrown in a ditch; he was covered in small cuts and bruises, and his hair was matted with dirt. There was a larger gash on his thigh, which was slowly oozing blood into a small pool on the porch near him. I looked at the ground near the porch. No footprints, no trail of blood... Nothing.
What the hell?
