The Midnight Alicorn

"Mi- a- -kay -ee he-?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh..." I tried mentally to make sense of the voice I just heard. It sounded familiar, but in a weird way...

"Are you okay? Hey!" It was a female voice. Reality started to enter my mind. I felt like I was lying face-down on something. I tried lifting my head up to look, but a shattering wave of pain flew through my body and put my maw back on the ground. My eyes were open, but the scenario in front of me was so blurry I couldn't even tell what I was supposed to be looking at.

"Are you hurt? Do you need help getting up?"

"Uggghhhhhhhhh..." I tried to use my hands to push myself up, but pain flared again when I tried to move my shoulders. After a few more tries I finally managed to get my arms up, but i was surprised when I couldn't feel my fingers. My arms also felt different. In fact, now that the pain and numbness was subsiding, everything felt different. I could also tell that something was covering most of my body. It felt like dirt... or sand. And it was warm. Very warm. I finally began to push myself up, and I felt the dirt  (at least I hope it was dirt) begin to slide off of me. But when I tried to get my legs under me, I gasped and face-planted back on the ground. Did my legs just bend the wrong way? Suddenly, I remembered my school bus roaring towards me, the sudden pain, and then the blackness. Was I dead? Did I break my knee? Was I covered in my own blood? Okay, probably not, but still.

"Here, let me help you up." Once again, that strangely familiar voice chimed out. I felt like I had just about made the connection as to who it belonged to, but what happened next shook away my thoughts.

Suddenly, Something that felt like a giant hand positioned itself underneath my stomach and began to pick me up out of the dirt. After it lifted me up a decent ways, I heard that mysterious voice gasp, which seemed to be followed by more gasps. I tried to position myself on my hand and knees, but was further surprised when my arms and legs touched the ground evenly, all while fully extended. What was going on? I still couldn't see anything, so I smacked my head in an attempt to get my vision to clear, and was surprised yet again when my hand felt more like a slab of wood than... well... a hand. But the aggressive face-palm did the trick, and the fog finally began to fade from my eyes.

I stood there... and I stood there... and I stood there... I was staring at the ground, which was consisted of blackened, faintly smoking dirt. But that wasn't what was holding my attention. I was also staring at my hands... except they weren't hands. They were hooves. Dusty black hooves. It wasn't until that peculiar voice spoke again until I finally looked away.

"You.. you're... but... no, you can't be... I-" she stopped talking because I was now staring at her, mouth agape. I now realized why her voice was so familiar to me; because I watched her on TV almost every day. I was staring at Princess Twilight Sparkle.

I don't really know how I can describe how she looked. The best description I can give is that she looked like her model on SFM, but a thousand times sharper and more defined. Her coat was a shimmering lavender, and her straight, flat dark purple hair was broken by a stripe of pink. A majestic horn jutted out from her bangs and stood proudly from her forehead, and her grand feathered wings were upright in shock. Her tail was the exact same shade as her mane, with the same pink stripe, and her cutie mark stood out boldly from her flank; a bold pink star surrounded by small white twinkles. Her eyes were pools of black, surrounded by dark purple irises. She was real, standing there right in front of me. But she seemed to be... tiny compared to me (but of course that wasn't at the front of my mind at that point in time.)

My mind did backflips in my head as I tried to piece together what was happening. My mind suddenly focused on the weird sensations my body had been having ever since I'd heard Twilight's voice. Twilight spoke again right as my brain made the connection.

"Who are you?"

Her tone was awed, filled to the brim with wonder. Without taking my eyes off of her, I quickly responded "I- I'm a pony, aren't I?"

She stared me up and down for a few seconds, and then proceeded to open her mouth, but nothing came out.

"Whoa. This is totally not happening, is it?"

Oh, no. I knew that voice all too well. I looked up above Twilight into the deep pink eyes of Rainbow Dash. At that exact moment, I also realized that I was standing in a giant crater, as if a meteor had crashed down, and I was directly in its center, with Twilight standing four feet away from me. Rainbow Dash was standing on the edge of the crater, flanked by Pinkie Pie and Rarity. I looked around and realized that the lip of the crater was packed with ponies, all staring at me.

I looked back at Twilight. "Is... Is there something wrong with me?" I realized that my scratchy, annoying, teenager voice was gone, and replaced with a silky voice that seemed like it would come from a professional narrator. Twilight was still frozen in shock. "Why did you gasp," I asked. "Why did you gasp!?"

Suddenly, her horn was surrounded by a pink aura. a faint pink glow materialized inbetween us, and suddenly I was looking at what had to be a mirror image. I was staring at myself now, only I wasn't myself.  I wasn't just a pony. I was an alicorn.

My nose and mouth had been replaced by a muzzle, with a jawline so rugged it could've probably cut diamonds. I was absurdly tall, and my eyes were a dark, demanding shade of lavender, even darker than Twilight's. My skin (or, coat) was a dusty black color, and my neck was tall and prominent, similar to what I'd expect from Luna or Celestia. My hair was pure black...but it wasn't hair. It was... pulsating. It was exactly what I'd imagine Luna's hair to be like, rippling and speckled with sparkles, except it was totally pitch-black. A grand horn that was easily twice the length of Twilight's protruded from my forehead, and my sides were graced by giant regal wings, each sporting hundreds of smooth black feathers. I even had a cutie mark; a grand white star with a jagged, dark purple crystal rising up behind it.

I was the most handsome horse I had ever seen, but I had no idea how to react. Eventually the magic mirror disappeared, and a more composed Twilight was standing in front of me. We stared at each other for a few more moments before I finally broke the silence.

"I need to get out of this hole," I said in my silky new voice. Man, I sounded like a white version of Morgan Freeman.

Twilight just nodded, and unfurled her wings. I did the same, marveling at how natural it felt. I couldn't even feel my wings before, but now that they were out, I felt every feather. I took small flaps that gradually intensified, and before I knew it, I was floating out of the hole. Flying just felt so... natural. I found a place to land behind the crowd of ponies (who were now staring up at me), and slowly descended onto the ground. Now that I was out of that hole, I could see that I was in Ponyville. The buildings were impressively curved and colorful, and looked as if they should've been made out of gingerbread rather than wood.

I turned around to see Twilight standing in front of me yet again, but this time flanked by the rest of the Mane Six and Spike, the rest of the ponies migrating behind her. She was still just staring at me, albeit with a bit more composure now.

"You've got some talking to do," Rainbow said in her raspy tomboyish voice.

Suddenly, after that, Pinkie gasped. "are we going to hear the impossible alicorn meteor pony tell us where he came from?" She looked at all her friends in turn and then turned towards me and smiled so wide I thought her face would split in half.

I gulped. "So... you want to know?" They all nodded. The crowd of ponies behind them leaned in simultaneously.

"Alright. Well, here goes..."