Cursive Letter= Language not understood by the Person in the POV.

August 5 of 2016
Somewhere in La Vega. Caracas, Venezuela

Point Of View (P.O.V.): Twilight Sparkle

"-Lying, grandpa!"

Twilight woke up at the sound of a scream, or at least what sounded like a scream, and opened her eyes, she started to look around and took notice of her surroundings: She was now lying on a black sofa, wide enough for her to fit in, and being covered by a big, thick blanket that kept her warm.

She had in front of her a big wooden case that was holding a huge black box that was creating images in front of her (she wasn't looking directly at the images, so she wasn't sure what was being shown) and to her left there was a big mirror that covered the whole wall and had a small shattering in the right lower corner, the mirror was reflecting the sofa and what was on the other side of the residence welcoming her, besides the huge box there was a pair of boxes (one that looked like the giant box in front of her and besides it was another box that had a few buttons in the front).

To her right was a wide bookcase (with a lot of books) that would be read very soon (or at least that's what she hoped for) and besides the bookcase there was (to the left side) another giant mirror that covered the whole wall (and also had another small shattering in the left corner, just like the other mirror, it was unnoticeable) and was reflecting another room (to the left of the bookcase) that showed a wide and tall window that showed her that it was night already.

To the right of the huge box (and still in front of Twilight) was a large hallway, the walls were white (although Twilight noticed marks that looked like they were made by a child) with many markings in them. Starting the hallway, Twilight noticed a big light that showed one large shadow that was making the noise she listened. She tried to listen to whatever the shadow was saying and (also realizing that the shadow was speaking to someone else) realized something:

"Grandpa, I'm not making it up!" This one sounded young, close to her age, but with a tone that showed signs of maturity.

"I don't care, I want her out! You had no reason to bring her here!" This one sounded old and raspy, as if it was still strong, but starting to wither.

"Yes I did! She fell from the skies into the street, I couldn't leave her there!"

"You can't bring her here, nobody can take care of her!"

"Then-"

Twilight stopped listening for she couldn't understand what they were saying, she started to worry under the possibilities that she could be trapped in a place with a language she couldn't understand, so she tried to raise herself up from the sofa and it was then that she realized something that scared her the most: she wasn't a pony anymore.

Her hooves were gone and now she had claw-like appendages similar to Spike's and the Diamond Dogs, they were soft but she also had nails for some reason. She no longer had fur, except in her head and (as she would realize later on) her more personal sides, and only the hair in her head still had the pinkish stripe. She looked at her hips and noticed that she still had her Cutie Mark, although it was a lot smaller, and that her back-legs were more like Spike's (a talon to walk as a biped) and the idea of changing completely her body structure may give her some trouble, but she would survive.

But what scared Twilight the most, was her lack of a horn and wings. Without them, she couldn't fly any longer and without a horn, she couldn't do magic. The idea of losing what she treasured the third most, what identified her, what made her Twilight Sparkle (or what helped her to become Twilight Sparkle) was gone. She no longer felt like herself, she felt as if she was being ripped apart of an important part of herself just to fit in the imagination of someone else's imagination.

She started to feel hopeless, she could no longer do magic, she could no longer be a unicorn, she could no longer become, or do, what Princess Celestia tasked her (research friendship) because she lacked the means to go back to her world, she couldn't contact her friends, she couldn't help her friends, she was trapped at the mercy of whoever found her. Twilight started to feel as if falling through a hole that had no end, the more she thought about it, the more it sucked her in, there was no escape from it and it would soon enrapture her but, before it could happen, an old lady appeared in front of Twilight.

She was white, overweight, with a white hair that poofed around her head (reminding her of Pinkie Pie), her nails were long and she was being covered by what looked like a big shirt that covered her upper side and clothes that covered her lower side. When Twilight looked at the old lady and compared to herself (having nothing on her) she started to wonder if she actually was breaking some sort of code. The elder had a perplexing look, it was as if she was between the reality and another dimension, as if she was seeing Twilight and something else at the same time. She had a stoned look but that, somehow, radiated a warm that was slowly losing itself in a cold sea of apathy.

Twilight looked at the old lady and tried to talk to her, in the hopes that, even if she doesn't understands her, maybe she could get some help or stop the fight happening at the next room:

"Hello" - Twilight looked at the eyes of the old lady and tried to see if she could understand her, her eyes were penetrating Twilight but they never showed any signs of understanding, almost as if she was in another plane - "My name is Twilight Sparkle" - The old lady was still looking at her but she wasn't making anything that indicated that she even saw Twilight. At the same time, the young voice started to lower his voice, but Twilight didn't noticed it - "I'm the student of Princess Celestia and I would like to know where I am, if you don't mind me asking" - the old lady kept looking at her and, after many minutes of staring, she went back and moved to the room with the two voices discussing.

The old lady said something and immediately the two voices stopped shouting, the long shadow turned around and looked at the old lady, he asked something and the mistress responded, soon after that she would disappear without anyone noticing it neither questioning it.

Then the shadow started to shrink until its source came out of the room and showed a young boy with a tanned skin, a dark hair and dark eyes. He was taller than the old mistress and walked upright (but bending the upper side of his back, making him look a lot shorter than he actually was) he had a very light muscle definition (very thin arms and body), he also was wearing clothes that looked formal (as if he was of some high society) and clean but with a few holes here and there, he had fur on the lower part of his snout (but it looked like it was badly shaved) and he was staring at her direction with a lot of judgement, as if it was a good idea to have her in that house.

The young man was soon followed by an elder man, he had a very brown skin, dark hair, dark eyes and was also walking with his back curved down (still being shorter than the young man), he had more muscles than the young one but they looked like they have seen better days, the elder's clothes were more informal (to the point that it looked like he was wearing them just to wear them) but they also looked clean and well cared, he also had fur on the lower part of his snout but it looked more like if he never shaved it and he was also looking at her with a scrutinizing gaze, as if why she should be in the house.

From those two looks, Twilight felt cold, she could feel the coldness coming from those two individuals, as if they alone could kill the warm she felt under the blanket and freeze time itself in their analysis over Twilight's own existence. One gaze felt as if the person decided to close down his emotions to never feel them again and stop caring, while the other one felt as if his emotions were long gone and he had nothing else but being pragmatic because he had no other choice. Both stares combined pulverized any type of hope and happiness Twilight could have felt at that point, the coldness was stopping her from talking and she was now afraid of being thrown out just because she didn't greeted them.

The young man decided to get close to her and, after looking at her face very firmly, asked:

"Hello, how are you?" - Twilight looked at him not knowing what to do, she tried to talk but she wasn't sure of what to say. - "My name is Samuel, what's your name?" - He said something like a name, this was her chance. Twilight used all her strength to release herself from the cold trapping her and quickly responded - "Hello, my name is Twilight Sparkle, I'm the student of Princess Celestia and I would like to ask you for help".

In that moment, the young man's eyes shone and, for a brief moment, Twilight felt as if her problems have been relieved for the young man said in a language that she understood:

"Hello Twilight Sparkle, my name is Samuel Guzmán, pleased to meet you" -. At this, Twilight got surprised, she could understand him and he understood her, but he didn't stopped there - "Tell me, if you don't mind, where did you come from and how did you end up here?" -. Twilight felt how her fears were going away, now she was hoping for him to believe her, - "I come from Equestria and I was studying a spell that would allow me to see... different places, but something went wrong and I was sucked into the place I was searching for. Tell me, where I am and how come you understand my language? I was very afraid that I was excommunicated because I didn't understood you at the beginning".

Samuel looked at Twilight with a very perplexing face, it looked like he wasn't buying it but, at the same time, that he was trying to. She wondered what was he thinking and why was he taking so long to respond her, even so only a few seconds happened, but before she could say anything, Samuel responded in a very calm tone:

"First off: You're in Caracas, Venezuela in the Year 2015 D.C. Second: I've never heard of Equestria and I'm pretty sure that nation doesn't exist here, at the same time, I'll inform you that what you've talked about isn't something common here unless your definition of magic is different from the one I know. I'll also inform you that I know both spanish and english and have some interest in french so you're not excommunicated but I will say that, if you were transported here by chance, that you got some very bad luck (but I'll explain you why later). For now, I'll inform you that I found you in the streets, naked, and I decided to take you here so you could be safe and now that you're awaken, we can have a little discussion so we can see what to do with you, is that alright?".

Twilight agreed and started to talk to him about her personal life (only the important parts, like her position, her job, if she had friends and what she was doing when she fell), sometimes Samuel would stop her to ask more details and, once she answered them and Samuel would give her a bit of his point of view on the situation (sometimes being very close to bad mannered or intrusive) or explain her what that could mean in Venezuela, Twilight would proceed. After what felt like hours, Twilight started to ask him about himself and where she was now living, Samuel evaded all the questions regarding his country (saying that he would explain them later) or the world in general, and after the conversation was over, Twilight started to feel a bit nervous about her location: Different languages (that she would have to either learn or use a translator, and it looked like Samuel didn't wanted to be the latter), no "magic" (Samuel didn't wanted to explain that, he said it was a "touchy subject"), she didn't had money, clothes or the means to return home. Twilight was trapped and she didn't knew what to do.

Samuel got up from the sofa and went to talk with the elder (this time there wasn't shoutings) and while that was happening, Twilight started to wonder what she could do, she started to feel again that falling feeling and she was being sunk into that addicting and dangerous feeling, despair and sadness, it made everything looks like it was all lost and it was better to stop caring and just let the sadness to choke her. There was nothing she could do and now she would probably be kicked out of the house. She wasn't sure what was going to happen to her, maybe she was going to die in the streets (who knows how dangerous they are) and nopony in Euqestria would find her...

Her friends! They didn't knew what happened to her, and now they were probably worrying about her location. How long would it take them to figure out what happened to her? How long it would take them to replicate it to search for her? How long it would take them to find her? She would probably be death before that, she was doomed and there was nothing that could be done about it. That feeling was starting to get stronger and stronger, and then, not too long after that, came Samuel, very calm like the last time he talked to her, to give her the information that would raise her hopes for the next couple of months:

"I've talked with my grandfather, and he has told me that he will allow you to live here, only if!, you can help in the house and provide something to it. I'll help you to learn spanish, I'll help you to gain citizenship here and I'll see if I can give you a job somewhere" -. He looked down when he said that, then he looked straight at Twilight and finished, still calmed -, "I'll also help you to learn about my country in exchange of you teaching me about yours for I think this would be a good thing for the both of us. Do you agree with all of this?".

Twilight was glad to know this and almost shouted yes and hugged Samuel (who blushed and was thankful that nobody noticed that), then Samuel proceeded:

"Now, all that we have to do, for now, is to find you something to wear. I don't know what the Equestrian etiquette is, but you cannot go outside naked, you could get..." - he looked at Twilight's innocent face, reworded his speech and continued - "in a lot of trouble for that. We'll also have to find you somewhere to sleep, but I have that fixed, now-".

In that moment a door in the middle of the hallway opened and a brown woman with a dark hair came out, she looked young and was using a big bag and a big coat, she looked at Samuel and talked to him:

"Hello dear! how are you?" - Samuel looked at her with a worried glance and quickly said - "Hi mom! I'm fine" -.

He raised from the sofa and went to the woman, he hugged her and said something to her in spanish, Twilight didn't understood but she supposed they must be brothers of some kind. Samuel looked at Twilight and said: "Twilight, I present you my mom, Antonia Salcedo de Guzmán".

Twilight quickly responded appropriately, while never mentioning that she thought they looked like brothers, and after discussing a bit about dinner (and eating vegetables with rice) Antonia gave Twilight some old clothes and Guzmán gave her an old bed so she could sleep there. While Twilight was thinking about her day and going to sleep, she was wondering what was going on with her friends. She couldn't think too much for she fell asleep once more, this time she wouldn't wake up until tomorrow (not hearing the new discussion erupting in a corner of the house, this one between a young man and his mother). While she was sleeping, she felt a coldness going through her spine as the older man was looking at her while he was doing his own things during the night.

P.O.V.: Samuel Guzmán

Samuel was wondering if taking Twilight was worth the trouble, he had a fight with his grandfather (who wouldn't talk to him for half a month), he had a fight with his mother for doing something so dangerous without asking anyone else and now he was wondering if God was now going to punish him even more for disrespecting his elders. He wasn't sure, he did what he thought was right at that moment and now he was wondering if it was a good idea. He looked at his PC, specifically his twitter, and wondered how could gamers waste so much time in such trivial things.

"The dress, asking Iwata to be in all the games, now about Nintendo and what the NX could be and Federation Force, people really like to blow things out of proportions" he thought. He searched for Equestria and all he found was a little girls TV show from years ago, after that, he decided to procrastinate in fanfictions and Youtube videos. He looked at the clock in the PC and saw that it was 1am already, he was going to get late to school tomorrow if he didn't went to sleep now.

He raised from his chair and went to the bathroom while still thinking on Twilight.

"She looks like a nice girl and I wonder how much of what she said was true and how much is madness".

He took off his clothes and seated on the toilet.

"She may be right though, she did fell from the sky and her story would fit in very well with it, but it doesn't change facts, it looks like she was hiding something".

He brushed his teeth while noticing her lack of knowledge of spanish.

"She doesn't know spanish, that also helps to her story of coming from another nation (like that story of a redhead that came from the north and was carried away by a Tornado), I wonder how fast would her mentor take to try to find her and how much time it would take her".

He opened the shower and started to clean himself while waiting for the hot water to come.

"She must be academic, considering how well she talked and how she acted. I hope her friends find her soon or else this country will screw her up. Of all the countries she could have fell on (Canada, UK, United States, Australia, heck, even Colombia) she fell in my country on the worst possible moment".

He washed himself up and enjoyed the hot water while using the shampoo, he wandered a bit in the happenings on his country before going back to Twilight, by this point he was closing down the shower.

"I wonder how peaceful her country is, I wonder what she is, if she can do magic, does that means that she belongs to a special class or that kind of stuff is irrelevant? are there people that cannot use magic or everybody has access to it? How powerful must be her mentor if she is the Princess?"

This ideas invaded his mind while putting the clean clothes to sleep, he made a final check on Twitter and Facebook and then went to his bed.

"Well, I only hope I can help her as far as I can... now, how do I get her citizenship? I'll check it out tomorrow after class".

He prayed a bit and wondered what was going to happen now, was this a sign of something new to come? Or just sheer luck? He wasn't sure and he didn't mind to not know, crazier stuff has happened in this world and so far, she hasn't given a sign of being even on the top of it. Although, if they only become friends he wouldn't mind, those were very hard to find.

He, once again, thanked God for everything and let the tiredness to overwhelm his mind.

Author's Note

This is, for now, the structure of this chapters. First you would see things from Twilight's POV and later you would see Samuel's POV. Sometimes the order will be changed and sometimes there won't be a POV, also I'll advise you that this first months will be for Twilight to stabilize her stay in Venezuela, so the first chapters will be very tamed before we start to get the insanity.

I hope you don't mind, but I first want to make sure that Twilight's form of thinking will be settled before hitting the meat of this story. This would also give me time to establish the family's personalities and way of thinking and how the dynamics would work. Thank you for your patience, I swear you'll see the good stuff but I want to make sure that this world is very well cemented before we start to blur the line between reality and fantasy.

Thank you all for reading and have a nice day.

P.S.: I'm also up for editors to help me with writing this chapters, PM me if you're interested.

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