New World, New Life

The morning sun stabbed at Twilight’s eyes through a crack in the curtains.
She rolls onto her side, pulling the covers up over her head.

“Morning...”

Twilight sticks her head above the covers.
“Uh... Where you watching me sleep?” she says, slightly creeped out.

Keith shakes his head.
“Nah, you hit your head while we were talking. I thought I’d make sure you were okay.” He says, smiling a little.

“How in the hell did I hit my head?” she says, slightly confused.
Keith laughs.
“You slipped on a banana peel” he says, barely able to contain his laughter.

“Ugh, I TOLD Spike to STOP leaving banana peels everywhere!” says Twilight, growing irritated.

Keith looks at her and tilts his head. He squints at her, like he was trying to read her mood.
“You seem tense” he says.

Twilight rolls her eyes.
“You think?” she says, sarcastically.

Keith trots over to the other side of the room, where a tray lay on her desk.
He tries to grab a mug from the table with his hooves. No luck.
“Dammit. I seriously wish I was still human sometimes” he says.

Twilight uses her magic to levitate the mug, she pulls it over to her mouth and daintily takes a sip.
“Hmm... What is this?” she says, intrigued.
Keith smiles.
“Cherry Soda” he says.

Twilight studied the mug.
“Never heard of it.” She says.

Keith pulls his bag out from under the table.
“This thing must be enchanted.” He says.

Twilight throws her covers off and jumps out of bed.
“Want me to take a look?” she offers.
He tosses her the bag.
“You seem to be getting more adjusted your hooves, Keith” says Twilight.

Keith shuffles his hooves along the ground.
“I’ve seen all of you walk around enough to get a few pointers” he says.

It hits Twilight.
“That’s right, MLP:FIM” She says.

Keith nods.

“But, it still doesn’t make any sense. Why are we so popular?” she says.

Keith sighs, It felt like he was at home, trying to explain ponies to some ignorant mother-fucker, only it wasn’t an ignorant motherfucker this time.

It was Twilight Sparkle.
Her horn begins to glow, surrounding the bag with a pink-ish aura.
“Hmm... It seems someone has enchanted this bag with a “portal” spell, they can put an object in one portal and have it appear in your bag” she says.

Keith giggles.
“Now THAT’S thinking with Portals!” he says.

Twilight gives him the blankest of stares.
He blushes.
“Uh... Who do you think is behind it?” he says

Twilight pauses for a moment.
“I think the spell is originating from Canterlot.” She says, slightly surprised.

Keith absorbs this fact, whoever gave him the bag must have something to do with his arrival to this land. Canterlot... Could it have been...? Her?

Keith’s eyes go wide.

“Princess Celestia.” He says.

Twilight scoffs.
“What would Princess Celestia want with a regular pony like you?”

Keith sighs.
“Regular? Twilight, I fell from the sky into this land, I am a HUMAN.
I SHOULDN’T BE HERE.”
I should be at school, studying for my summer exams.
We can throw “normal” straight out the window.” He says.

He gestures for the bag, he hitches it over his shoulder and starts towards the door.

“Well, looks like I gotta talk to the Princess.” He says.

Twilight’s horn glows, holding Keith in a Force-Field spell.
“WHOA, you CAN’T just trot into the castle!” she says.

Keith laughs.
“Then I’m going to need you to escort me.”

Twilight stomped her hoof.
“No way! I have things to get done!” she shouts.

Keith’s face drops.
“Twilight, please, for me.” He says.

She looks into his eyes. He had a look of fiery determination in his eyes.
“...Are you sure it’s her?” she says.

Keith grits his teeth.
“Damn sure.”

Princess Celestia sat in her chamber, all on her lonesome.
She was tired. Very tired.

Ruling over all of Equestria wasn’t something that could be done before tea-time.

But, what about the other realms?
How did they cope?

One person.
One simple person.

That was all she needed.

She had prayed night and day, hoping that she would get to meet a visitor from another realm.

Maybe even a HUMAN.
Humans were a strange race.
Ravaged by war, poverty and hunger.
But none of them seemed to care.
None of them that mattered, anyway.

But there are good humans, righteous people who would fight for what they believed was right.

She needed one of these valiant fighters.

Such power, such...

She had to stop these delusions.
No matter how much she prayed.
She couldn’t make it happen.

She sighs.

Shining Armour was one of these fighters.
So was Twilight.

It ran in their blood.

Such power, such bravery.
How many other ponies could compare?

Celestia sighs.
“One single person.”

Keith trotted through Ponyville, closely following Twilight.
“Are you sure we’re heading in the right direction?” He says

Twilight doesn’t answer.

“Twi-“

Keith feels a stinging pain in his head.
“AHH!!!” he screams, slumping to the ground, writhing in pain.

Twilight rushes to Keith, shaking him.
“KEITH! WHAT’S WRONG?!

A blazing light surrounds Keith. It swirls over his body, forming into a cocoon.

Twilight jumps back, she fires a ball of energy from her horn, but the cocoon just absorbs it.

Keith’s screams could be heard from inside.

BOOM.

The force of the explosion sends Twilight flying, with such a force it should have killed her.

But it didn’t.

She was floating.

Centimetres from a brick wall.

She drops.
The world around her felt different.

It felt...
Warm, like a summers day.

She felt happy, she couldn’t refrain from smiling.

She turns around.

There was Keith, Floating.

Only, It wasn’t the Keith she knew.
His mane had frown longer, More tidy, while still retaining its long, shaggy awesomeness.
He had grown a horn, not just any horn, but a magnificent royal horn. Sharp as a dagger and brimming with magic.
Wings had sprouted from his back. Wondrous, Angel like wings, light bouncing off them with every little movement.

But, something was wrong.

He seemed in pain.

Twilight tried to call out, but nothing happened.

Blood ran down Keith’s horn.

His perfect wings grew black and withered.

The world around him began to die.

A little spark flutters from Twilight’s horn.
She could still cast magic.

She fires a volley of magic blasts at Keith, having absolutely no plan B.

The rounds burst against him, turning portions of his black, frail body back to its glorious white.

Round after Round after Round, she wouldn’t stop.
Slowly, The world around him began to change, life flowing back into it.

Twilight concentrates.

Her horn glows ferociously.

BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM

A chain of high velocity rounds smack into Keith, sending him sprawling.

There, just like that.

The world was normal again.
The Wind blew, the birds sang, the grass grew.

But Keith lay in a slump.

Twilight began to gallop, he was hurt, bad.
She had no explanation for what happened in the last five minutes, and he probably didn’t either.

Keith began to shuffle, he was battered, beaten and bruised.
What was this mysterious light?
What kind of extraordinary power did he possess?

He shakily rises, his body looked scolded all over.
His mane had remained long, with its shaggy awesomeness.
His eyes were a dazzling shade of blue, as if someone had carved them from sapphires.
His coat (Well, the parts that weren’t burnt) were a dazzling white, as if it was absorbing the sun-light itself.

His face scrunched to form a pained expression
“Oh god, my fucking body...” he says.

His face grew angry, he was sick of all this magic bullshit. Couldn’t he have ONE normal day?!

He stomps his hoof into the ground, as small amount of electricity discharges from him, scorching the earth around him.

Twilight jumps up “Wha! Watch it!” she says, relieved Keith was okay.

Keiths burns didn’t hurt, not even a little.

He looks around, there were ponies looking at him, he didn’t blame them.

“It’s okay, people! Go back to your duties!” he addresses.

Surprisingly, it works.

Twilight puts her hoof on Keith’s shoulder.
“Keith... What WAS that?” she says, worried.

Keith thought about this, it was a blinding light, the same light that turned him into a Stallion.
Could they be connected?
Keith never got a look at himself the first time, never knew there was a cocoon.
“Twi... I think... I think I’m getting stronger.” He says.

“Stronger?” She says.

Keith stomped his hoof as a demonstration. Lightning crashed down from the sky infront of her.
“AH!” She screams, diving out of the way.

Keith lets the electricity flow through his body.
“I could get used to this...” he says.

The Stallion stood on the hill, watching silently.
“Damn it, the little bastard is getting stronger” he snarls.

He bites his lip.

“Let’s just hope he knows how to use this power...”

He casts a cloak over himself, covering his tall, buff body.
He had a mane the shade of night and eyes as red as rubies.
“With great power, comes great responsiblilty.”

And with a black flash, he was gone.