Manics: Thunderball

-Prologue-

What is a Manic?

Many people would see a crowd of them mingled with humans and never be able to pick them out. They are naturally similar to humans physically, but are different at the same time. Of course, the only way to pick out one at a distance is to see if they have oddly colored hair, like blue or green. Then again, that's only half of the population, the rest have brown, blonde, and even red hair. They won't let you take their sleeves off; It's like asking someone to take off their pants. But, if you were to see their lower arms, you would see patterned scars. These are not forcefully burned onto them, but come naturally during puberty, and are expected to come.

Those scars, called acaligram, come accompanied by a sort of magic ability, but don't be fooled: It's more like science. When they reach the age the receive the acaligram, the young Manic gains the ability to manipulate one natural phenomenon at his discretion. Moving earth, pushing air, summoning fire and water from the air... even controlling vibrations. Take this young man for instance; his name is Jordan. He can tap a foot on the ground and have the vibrations fling a stick in his direction from an eighth of a mile away. He can't do that at the moment though, because he is currently upside-down, hanging from a snare trap.

Well, here I am. He looked down (or up?) at the tree above, seeing the round, red fruit it bore. What did I do to get here?

He never looked back on the smoldering crater behind him, or the giant metal ship imbedded in it. He knew it was there, and he wanted to do something. Simple, he wanted the PRE-C Data: the Pre-Contact Data. The information he could have gotten would have helped his companions out. He did manage to get the basic information, but it wasn't enough to help them. It did, however, make him ponder as to how the inhabitants of this planet- this... Equestria...- could have tied a knot in a snare trap, since they had a clear lack of fingers.

Maybe he should ask the three fillies that were watching him swing with some fascination in their eyes.

Wait, what?