I arrived in Equestria rather abruptly, and in the most unusual way imaginable; with a letter.
You see, I was walking down the street, when a piano decided to fall from directly above me. This of course had the side effect of squishing me, and forcing me to lose consciousness.
By all accounts, I thought I was dead. Which is a pretty silly expression, considering as how you must be alive to think, but that's really beside the point.
But of course, I didn't die. Someone managed to dial 911, and it wasn't long before the ambulance arrived. Two paramedics came out and put my clearly broken and unconscious body onto a stretcher, and whisked me into the back of the ambulance proper.
Except, my day of unfortunate luck didn't quite end there, oh heavens no. While speeding along the busy street, the ambulance was involved in a five way car wreck, totalling the vehicle, and the paramedics within.
I was later rescued by a group of firemen, who had to use the jaws of life before they could reach my already messed up body. Once they got me safely out of the burning vehicle, they put me into a second ambulance, and this time, we actually made it out to a nearby hospital, where I received the medical attention I so desperately needed.
According to my doctors, I was put into a medically induced coma, and slept for a little over eight days. During this time, I was tended to by Nurse Drummond, who was said to be the nicest lady you'll ever meet. She apparently had bright red hair, and her face was covered in what was described as adorable freckles. She was Scottish, and even though she had been living in Canada for a little over five years, her Scottish accent would occasionally make itself known, especially when she was flustered, angry, or happy.
I never met her myself, largely due to the whole coma thing. Though, I wish I had. She sounds like a super cool person to hang around with.
Anyway, I was allowed to leave the hospital two days after I woke up, which I thought was odd. My injuries had apparently fully healed, leaving the doctors with nothing to do but tell me to get out, so they could tend to other more needy patients. Whatever, that was fine with me, as I've always hated hospitals, and wanted out of there as soon as possible.
After walking through the large glass doors that blocked off the hospital from the outside world, I sort of just stood there, not quite knowing where to go. Eventually, I started to walk in a random direction, hoping to find some kind of landmark that would tell me where I was.
The landmark in question was the CN Tower, which meant I had just left Toronto General. Now that I had my bearings, it was an easy walk back to my single bedroom apartment, but before I could fully make it home, I heard my name being called from a dark alleyway sitting between two large skyscrapers.
The voice uttering my name was that of a female, and it was one that I didn't quite recognize, though still felt oddly familiar, kind of like it was from a distant relative that I haven't seen or heard from in ten years. You know, like a voice from a great aunt or uncle you haven't heard since childhood, yet still somehow remember throughout the whole of your life?
Well, it felt sort of like that, which is likely why I decided to walk into the alley, half expecting to see a long forgotten aunt. Instead, I was met with a large cardboard box, sitting in the centre of the alley. Curious, and perhaps a little cautious, I walked up to the box to see if there sat anything inside.
Sitting elegantly in the centre of the box was a paper letter. Upon picking it up, I felt a warm wind blow over me, nearly knocking the letter out of my hand to be carried by the passing breeze.
Opening the letter, my eyes began to scan its contents. It was clearly written by hand, and in a type of cursive text that was neat and elegant. It was certainly well beyond my writing capabilities, which are to say that I have none. Growing up in the digital generation will do that to you, with my writing consisting of not much more than my name.
After scanning the letter, I couldn't believe what I had just read. So, I read it again in full, being careful to not misinterpret the various loopy letters, in case I had somehow made a mistake the first time.
Dear William,
I know that this may all seem impossible, and I sincerely apologize for asking this of you. You're always welcome to just say no, and nopony will fault you for doing so. However, I felt as though I needed to write this letter, in hopes that you may understand, and have an open enough mind to consider this as a real possibility.
Lately, a very close friend of mine has had a magical connection with your world, or more specifically, with you. She had been obsessing with you, and would talk about you at all hours of the day. We tried to convince her that your existence was nothing more than a lucid dream, brought on by heat and mental stress. She of course dismissed this theory, and somehow managed to convince me to study her while she slept. Being an opportunity to study dream science, I couldn't say no.
You can imagine my surprise when I found a powerful connection spell attached to her subconscious. This type of spell is typically used by ponies looking to keep track of common items, so if they should ever lose a connected item, the spell would lead the pony to the items location. Some mothers also use this spell to connect with their foal.
While I can't explain how, I've managed to trace the spell to you. Somehow, you were connected, and you now act as a link between worlds.
Now, for the bad news. William, I'm afraid that the only way to remove this spell, is to have you come to Equestria. The connection spell works on proximity, and is actually very similar in design to the love spell, though instead of spending time apart, you must spend time together.
By now you should have felt a warm breeze wash over you. This breeze is actually a teleportation spell. Well, technically it's the ripple of the spell as it charges between dimensional voids, and the breeze you feel is raw magical current interacting with your core. But the details don't matter.
All that matters is that you have been given a choice. If you wish to come to our land, and meet the pony you are magically connected to, simply hold this letter against your chest, and close your eyes. If you would instead like to ignore the connection, you’re of course welcome to do so. I can’t make you do anything that you don’t want to do, William. Just place this letter back into the box, and you will remain exactly where you are. The choice is yours.
Signed,
Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria.
I held the letter tightly in my hand, not willing to let it go, and unable to fully believe that what I just read was real. My eyes kept glancing toward the now empty box, though the letter never left my grip.
Slowly, and with much hesitation, I moved the letter to rest gently against my chest, directly over my heart. And then I closed my eyes, and let the wind blow over me.
