"But when shall we see you again?" said a gray unicorn mare to a human, in front of a wardrobe in a castle in some mountains.
"You probably won't... If the spell succeeds, then the rift that's destroying our worlds will be closed for good... And then all we'll have are our memories... I'm sorry, Silverflight... But the longer we wait, the more unstable our worlds become." the human said, pain and loss clear in his voice.
"But you're the best magician the humans ever saw, Merlin! I won't let you leave!" Silverflight said, wrapping her hooves around his leg. "And besides, the last pony to go to Earth was transformed into a human wasn't it? And then when they came back, they were a pony again..."
"Yes, but... Silverflight, your daughters need you here. And besides, Earth has more monsters than your books could ever hold... And most of them don't care about your status or how good you are with a blade..." Merlin said, starting to doubt his own argument.
"Then I guess I'll have to survive like you did." Silverflight said, and then bolted from his leg through the closet.
"Damn mare..." He mumbled under his breath and then cast a spell that sent him flying through the closet to Earth.
Centuries later a 19 year old human movie aide by the name of Alfred Whitehill stumbled across a clean and vine free wardrobe in the middle of some ruins in some forest near his house. His blue jeans and sneakers have saved his legs and feet from all the nettle he had to walk through to get to the ruins. His leather jacket saved his arms and lucky shirt more than once on his hikes into the forest, and his black backpack held the majority of his necessities to make the trip, trail mix, bottles of water and his homemade tea, a fire starter set, and various hygiene things.
The fact that it was a perfectly clean wardrobe was what really had his attention, not the strange runes etched into the side of it. And matching runes on the ground around it that were easily visible.
"Who put this here if they were going to go through the trouble of keeping it clean...?" He asked out loud, then reached up to touch the wardrobe. But as he did, the runes glowed brightly, and the seal that kept the fabric of reality there from unraveling, loosened. And the wardrobe opened slightly.
Huh? Why'd it open suddenly? Alfred thought. Well, might as well see what they were trying to hide... And with that he reached for the handle, only to have the doors fly open and a boy around the age 20 flew out of it and into him.
"Ow... Hey! Watch where you're standing! Do you even know who I am?" the boy said, getting furious at Alfred. The boy seemed to have a snaggletooth, and his eyes were oddly colored. They were yellow like he's been drinking a lot, while the iris's were red. And one iris was oddly bigger than the other. He was also wearing some very odd clothing.
"Um... Who are you, and why are your eyes jaundiced?" Alfred asked, trying to focus on his face, and nothing else.
"What! How can you not know who I am? I am the spirit of chaos! The king of mayhem! I am Discord!" said the boy, slowly starting to float upwards.
Alfred just stared as his jaw fell open from the shock of what he was seeing. The boy was floating... And it wasn't a trick with some wires. Alfred knew this because he knew how to see the wires. Even in movies, he could tell when they switched the real person with a dummy, or when they used small wires to make it look like the person got flung really far. Even more so when he was one of the people that helped pull the stunt off.
"H... How are you doing that...?" He finally asked, when he found his voice.
"What do you mean? Isn't this something all you... um... What ARE you anyway?" the boy asked.
"I'm... I'm a human... But... Where'd you come from? And who put you here?" Alfred asked in return.
"What do you mean? That wasn't a Teleportation Link spell on the Wardrobe?"
"No... Maybe...? I don't know... Wait... Spell? Like magic?" Alfred asked in disbelief.
"But of course my... Boy? Yes, that seems appropriate. Have you never seen or used magic before?"
"Not especially..." Alfred got up and started moving toward the wardrobe again. "So, let's say magic is real, where would this send me?" Alfred asked, still slightly disbelieving the boy that claimed to be called Discord.
"Why, to Equestria, my boy! The land where all creatures are accepted equally!" the boy replied with much enthusiasm, even flying down and elongating to encircle Alfred.
"And where is that? Russia? Germany? Heck, Japan? Wait no. Japan's to poor to pull something like this off, China?" Alfred asked, rattling off other various countries and states as they came to his mind.
"UGH! You are so much like Pinkie Pie! Just go through and see for yourself!" And with that, the boy shoved Alfred into the wardrobe.
As Alfred stumbled into the wardrobe, he felt himself brush against one set of moth eaten clothes... and then another... And then he fell to the ground and instantly felt his heart accelerate.
"Wha...?" He said, breathlessly.
"That is magic coursing through your veins, Alfred." said a very strange and scary creature that floated out of the wardrobe.
Author's Note
This is the remake of the story I was trying to write earlier. I got this inspiration from this music vid. And a story by TimesX, Heaven's Gift.
No hate on Japan! They have great anime and manga...
Author's Note
ONE MORE GODS DAMMIT!
Specialty chapter!
UNO!
Alfred had stared at the words trying to decipher them for the past half hour. Everytime he tried to disspell them, they came back within seconds. It almost burned his eyebrows at one point. Since he was already unable to move forward temporally, he prided himself on what looks he did have. However when he called for Discord, the only thing he could think of that could pull off this level of enchantment, he was amazed to find out that it wasn't the spirit of chaos, though Discord did have fun messing with both the spelling of the words as well as the color. Alfred eventually decided to see why the words were there and figured them for some kind of message delivery spell, so he reached out and touched them...
...Yeah we all know where he winds up now. So he's there and sees the earth pony, two humans and unicorn in front of him and the girls off to the right staring at the guys both worried and scared.
"Looks like he's almost finished calling his small posse together," said the stallion unicorn.
"Sure seems like it, but he does realize that the last one he has marked as canceled and might get banned for a few days for adding another chapter, right?" Roseshield said, casting a quick look up to the ceiling.
"He who?" Alfred asked the group around him.
"Author. This is all one big joke to him. He's doing this to get back in his stories," Jackson replied.
"Speaking of which, Author, don't introduce that character that you want to introduce into the first story of this stupid chapter chain you did," Blackdust said up at the ceiling.
"Um..." Alfred turned to the two hiding behind boxes, "What are they talking about and who or what are they talking to?"
"Well... According to what Jackson said, this is a fanfic... A story somebody from Earth made because they liked something that much..." the mare replied.
"Uh-huh. And why is it that we're on earth right now?" Alfred asked in a disbelieving tone.
"We're not..."
"Then where are we?"
"Equis. But the human side..." the girl replied this time.
Well that explains that... Alfred thought before turning around and almost running straight into a fist held pointed at his face.
"Careful... You might get hurt if you let your guard down for even a second," Jackson said.
"If that's the case, then let's see how you deal with magic!" Alfred said, trowing his hand in front of Jacksons face and casting a light spell meant to blind him.
"HEY! No fighting yet!" a guy said, coming into the warehouse back door, next to the ritual spot. He wore a blue faux leather jacket with a black shirt that had a cloud of gears and cogs that were spitting out white sparks where the cogs met, as well as blue jeans and sneakers. His hair was sky blue and he had a very light tan, barely apricot in tint while his eyes were black so it looked like he had no irises at all. He had silver, not just in color, bracelets on his ankles, despite obviously being bracelets.
"And you are?" Roseshield asked.
"His name is Rip Bluehouse. Author, I told you not to introduce him in the specialty chapter!" Blackdust answered.
"So is he aware of the wall, or does he break it?" Jackson asked, waving his hands around to try and find a box while the sudden burst of light faded from his eyesight.
"I'm aware of it, I just choose to ignore it," Rip replied, using his foot to kick a crate over to him.
"M... May I go home now...?" Azuran asked from a corner of the small space they were in.
"NO!" Everyone in the building, that means Adagio and Aria plus everyone in that small section, yelled at him in perfect unison that would never again be repeated.
"Besides, he's going to the next bit anyway." Thank you Roseshield.
What he said.