Hello. My name is Mike. One day I received a cryptic letter from my father that sent me into the world of Equestria. Now, after his passing, I've found that I am the new Guardian of a herd of talking, pastel colored mares who I know nothing about. What did he mean I'm a Guardian? And what do I know about talking ponies?

Rate: M for language and mature/dark themes
Author's note:

This was a project of mine that I started a while back, and haven't gotten to again. I don't know when I can write more on this, with work, my apprenticeship and school starting up again, but I'd like to dip my hand back into the thought pool and write this fun idea of a story.

If you like, let me know, and please be patient as it may be a while before then next installment.

(on hiatus for various reasons which include: writer's block, work, and other projects.)