Author's Note

First of all, I want to thank a lot the author of phoenix Wright / My Little Pony FIM - Turnabout Storm. It is one of the very first MLP stories I read, and it is what got me into the MLP stories. It is also the story that inspired mine. But I tried not to copy much. Also, I want to point out that I am not English and that, although I am trying to write this story without any grammatical or orthographical mistakes, there might be some left, so sorry in advance if there is. Enjoy :)

The adventure begins

It was half past eleven; I remember this like it was yesterday, but it is now two months behind me. This day was the day my whole life collapsed, changed drastically, and when I mean drastically, I mean DRASTICALLY. At first, it seemed terrible and scary, almost like a nightmare, but quickly, things lightened up, just as the sky after a rainy day. I have a lot to share with you and everything since that fateful day, I owe it to my new friends, but you’ll understand everything in a minute.

It all started in the United States, in New York to be more precise. My name is Christopher Ambrose; I am twenty-three, and I am a private detective. I wasn't an undercover agent or something like that. I wasn't part of a secret governmental organization that fights crime with all sorts of gadgets and tools, no, just the regular detective. I had been on various small cases before, like people losing valuables items or some robbery attempt at some bank. I didn’t like my job but it was my only source of income, I was already lucky to have found such a well-paid job. Although I had been educated and rewarded with multiple degrees, I still couldn’t work the way I wanted, and this was just because of many things, one being my education…sigh… But let's move on, we are not here to talk about my problems but about what happened to me that fateful night. Let’s begin.

Today is a cloudy and rainy day; the kind of day that ruins your mood as soon as you see it start and that you wish would just end as you had that thought. But like any other typical day, I had to go to work... I got up, brushed my teeth, took my breakfast, dressed up and went to work... It was always the same routine, and to tell the truth, I was fed up with it, but what do you want, we don't decide who we are.

I was on a stolen wallet case for a week now, and this day I finally got that pickpocket. I always felt good about myself when I solved cases; I still don't know why probably a normal reaction of the human brain. But this, this feeling of justice and law is what got me into the whole detective thing. Having being bullied at school multiple times when I was young, I would have wanted someone to stand up from the rest to help me, just like I did with all the people, victims of city crimes...

But never, in any case, have I gone further than investigating. I wasn't in charge of the punishment or the trial. I was just here to do my job, and that is just there is to it...

After some paperwork and waving hands at my 'work colleges', I came home from this hard day of work, I took the taxi and then the elevator to the ninth floor, it was where I lived. I faced the old rusty iron door, and I slowly inserted the key, I came in. I had lived in that apartment for the last four years of my life, and I always felt right when entering... Not this time, though.

When I turned eighteen, my parents didn't want me with them as I was old enough to take care of myself, so they threw me out... I found an apartment and soon after, this job. I couldn't complain too much about my situation because it could be much worse, at least I had a roof to sleep under and enough money to eat without too much trouble.

I let myself fall on the couch, making the sound of old plastics scraped against the wall behind it. This building was old I had to face it, but I liked it the way it was. Although, sometimes I imagined the house of my dreams, my palace. I would be the prince, and I would imagine a large room filled with books, computers and oh yes, and a pool, a vast pool filled with hot water for the cold winter nights. I would imagine long hallways that lead to different rooms, each with their proper usage: a gaming room, a sports room or a large living room where I would eat turkey and other delicious meals. But after that, when I opened my eyes again, and I would realize that it was only an illusion, a tear would sometimes drop off and run on my face and neck, leaving behind a trail of sadness that would fade away, just like my hope.

My current and real apartment was much more modest than the one I usually daydreamed of: it was composed of a small living room (the one I was in) with a hardly functional TV, a couch, a nicely decorated table and a few other useless pieces of furniture. There was a single room, mine, although it was probably the most place in the apartment, it was where I would go to found comfort and calm. There were only a bed, two old wardrobes, and a lovely orange carpet, that was one of the only things my parents left me before leaving me. There was a bathroom next to my room, not much else to say about it... you know... it is a bathroom. And finally, a small terrace at the edge of my living room, with a view on the buildings right in front of mine. It might sound like a big deal but honestly, even if I would wish for better, it was all I needed, and besides, I spent most of my day at work anyway...

I was here, lying down, I decided to close my eyes and tried not to think about it. About the truth. I knew that the stolen wallet was my last case for the moment and that there weren’t going to be anymore anytime soon. The detective business had slowed down recently, probably due to a decrease in crimes around the world, I was even afraid they would fire me one of these days...

I also knew that I was running low on money and that the bills were accumulating… With my eyes closed, I kept thinking about what I was going to do tomorrow and the day after that and so on. I had no one who could comfort me. I had broken up with my family years ago, and I couldn’t find any person to love… I still don’t know why. But did I want to know?

I had been sitting down for half an hour already, lost in my thoughts when suddenly, something happened, something out of the ordinary, something extraordinary! I started to feel dizzy, drowsy, off balance, unsteady, you can call it what you want I wasn’t feeling well. I tried to get up, but I felt so sick doing so that I had to sit back down. I thought I was going to throw up. I couldn't locate where the pain was coming from, and I started panicking. But the more I tried to move and resist, the more the pain intensified to a point where I had to lie down.

I stayed in this position, holding my stomach as a reflex and tried to identify what was happening to me. But after ten minutes the pain finally started to fade away, but, as strange as it sounds, I could feel the world around me disappearing, I felt dizzy again. It was like I was bouncing in an endless tornado like I was thrown left and right. I felt so sick and so misdirected. I was completely out of my world but somehow still conscious. I don’t know how much time I was in this maelstrom, but it seemed like an eternity.

When it finally stopped, it was dark and silent around me. I had lost all control of my muscles; I tried desperately to move, but it was in vain. I just waited there…where was I? Was this a dream? Was I… dead? After another few minutes spent in the silence, I started to be able to move slightly, and I could hear a voice in what seemed to be the distance. Afterward, I began to identify a vague silhouette…. And then, all of the sudden, everything brightened up in a flash of light, blinding me for a few seconds. After a few seconds, I blinked three times and opened my eyes. I could finally see correctly but what I witnessed petrified me. I was not ready for this…

I was no longer in my apartment but in what seemed to be a library. It was quite large: there were hundreds of books placed on shelves reaching the roof! Some were so high I could barely read the title. They had been entirely organized by type, color, subject and importance. There were two small tables on my left and right. The floor was made out of wood; It almost felt like I was in a tree… I could see, not far from me, a staircase leading to another floor but I was lying down, and I was unable to see where it led I could also see something like a terrace in front of me. I quickly analyzed the situation and came to the conclusion that I had a very, very realistic dream. But my thoughts and suggestions were interrupted as I heard a feminine voice behind me.

“Hello there, are... are you a human?

I did my best to try and turn around, but I was still in shock. This whole library and the ground beneath me felt so real and yet my brain was still trying to convince me that this was a dream. I was looking at the walls, floor, and lovely architecture all around me. I hadn't forgotten about the voice. I was scared but mostly intrigued.

I knew the sound was coming from behind me, so I gathered all my strength and sat down on the wooden floor. I then slowly turned around, and what I saw was beyond anything I had imagined to see. Right in front of me (about a meter away) was standing a purple pony! Funny story, I knew it was not a horse because I had spent a few days on a farm for a school trip when I was still young. There was a very nice lady that explained everything about farm animals, yes; I still remember it correctly.

Ponies were smaller than the average horse and, although I couldn't see its size because I was sitting down, I could tell it was too small to be a horse. Well if the real world logic applied here. I had also been able to notice that it was a female because of it's thicker neck and body. After looking at it a few more seconds, I realized it had a horn... A purple horn about ten centimeters long was sticking out of its head. Could it be a unicorn? And finally, I noticed a very strange symbol on her flanks; it seemed like it was representing a purple six-pointed star and five smaller white similar stars around it. This situation was getting stranger by the minute, and my brain was desperately trying to process what the hell was going on. The pony was just standing there, staring at me, it's head tilted to the side, it seemed like it was waiting for an answer. Suddenly the purple creature opened its mouth and with it came the mysterious voice I had heard earlier.

"Are you ok? You look lost. I Hope that the journey wasn't to much trouble". She said

I think I never felt so many emotions at the same time: fear, surprise, confusion, and yet I was still amazed by what was happening in front of me. I must have looked so dumb in that very moment... I didn't understand how that animal could talk and be in an environment that felt so realistic. There were so many questions running in my head, but after a few seconds of thinking I decided to play the game (I was still mostly thinking that this was a dream) and answered the pony, at least as long as I couldn't take decisions and move properly.

"Ehh...please tell me where I am and how did I get here, eh...purple pony". I said

"Oh, of course, my bad. I summoned you here from your human world. I used a basic teleportation spell. It was nothing. By the way, my name is Twilight Sparkle; pleased to meet you." The pony answered while observing me under every angle

I was still in the fog, and things were getting even more strange... I was feeling my strength coming back to me. I decided to ask more questions...

"But... but... why did you do that, I have important things to do in my world, you can't just kidnap me like this" I said, with anger in my voice.

The pony looked embarrassed

"I am sorry for that Christopher, but I need you here for a critical...task. Equestria needs you" she answered.

The more I listened, the less I understood what was going on. And how does she even know my name? I decided to leave this question aside for now, or my brain would have surely overloaded. Instead, I decided to ask about Equestria:

"What or who in the world is Equestria ??" I asked

"It is where we are; it is the world I summoned you too. You see, here we are in Ponyville, which is a part of Equestria, many other places are also part of this world. Here in Ponyville, the majority of its inhabitants are ponies."

"What? There are more talking horses? I said

"Well, of course, we are in Ponyville... But anyway, I need to explain to you why I brought you here. I'll expose to you the problem and then you will be able to decide if you want to help or not. I don't want to hold you against your will..." she answered

you already are...

I hadn't realized, but I had regained full control over my body over the course of the conversation and... I didn't know what to do. Every part of my body and brain were telling me to run, just to run far away from this crazy place. I could have.... but I remember having a small thought in my mind that stood up from the others, and that was telling me to stay here and listen to what that pony had to say.

The fact that I wasn't completely overreacting was also because, here, in this world (real or not), I felt free of all the troubles that existed in the human realm, and I didn't have to worry about anything but to focus on the current situation, I felt so far away from reality and it felt good... And even though I was really confused, I could feel some kind of comfort here. So after some inner thoughts, and self-persuasion, I decided to listen and to leave questions and worries for later.