Equestria's Storyteller

It was just a normal day for Prince Wild. Go to school, do his work, go home, do more work, and then slack off. He usually spent his time writing stories. Not that he was any good or anything like that, at least, not to himself. Well, it's not that he thought he was bad. He knew he was good, he just didn't want to seem arrogant in saying that his work was amazing or great or anything like that. He always believed that confidence bred arrogance, and he didn't want to be that kind of person.

His writing was never well known, and unfortunately, most of his work was also never finished. He blamed it on writer's block sure, but before he took an interest in writing once again, he just never found proper inspiration to do any writing and what little he did write he never actually got completed.

His parents never treated him right. Or at least that's what he thought. He eventually realized that they just wanted what was best for him. But, even then, they still fought at times.

He never knew why, but even at a young age, he was always a deep-minded child. He was also very smart. He would think of things such as the existence of god, the true nature of human beings, the truth of the claims of evolution, and the intricacies of paradise and death. It was during one of these particular thought processes that he realized something.

He wanted to leave a mark on this world. Something for people to remember him by. He originally thought that would be something lasting, like a TV show and such things, but as he grew older, he began to question his decision and, as he got back into writing, figured that he would maybe leave his legacy in the form of a book. After all, his mother always said it was a talent of his.

He had always been a...strange kid. Not the stereotypical nerd glasses, E=MC2, pocket protecter type of strange. He was more along the lines of the talks to himself, does and says strange things, and randomly jumps into conversations kind of strange.

Of course, it was nothing too bad, and he had plenty of friends. The ones from college were his best ones.

He didn't look too bad. Or at least others seemed to think so. He never had any confidence in his looks, but recently, he doesn't have any confidence in anything, so what did it matter.

His short, dark hair was a mess of curls and straight strands, gifts from both of his parents that had earned him many a compliment in that regard. He eventually added blue highlights, as that was his favorite color.

His eyes were blue and he had the greatest of smiles.

All of this was framed by a slim figure and toned body, none of which he actually fully cared enough to maintain properly at times due to his many distractions writing.

Speaking of which, that was exactly what he was doing now. Writing his heart out as he sat at his small desk, the only light present being a low lamp positioned directly over him and his work. Work which he was now frustrated over, as was usual.

"Arrgh! Come on! You can do better than that, Prince! What are you trying to write?" He whisper-yelled to himself as he focused all his attention on his next sentence. He had been writing for quite a while and he was now stuck on a single sentence. He had gotten so fed up with it that he had nearly given up, but then inspiration struck, leading him to write a sentence that he would ultimately have to erase, only to begin anew with the cycle all over again.

He hated when this happened. He usually spent so much time on things like this, that it would be nighttime by the time he even got a single idea that he thought would work, and even then as he wrote it down, he would simply erase it again, finding it not good enough to be in the story.

He looked at his alarm clock, right next to his bed on his nightstand where it always was. Sure enough, there it was. 11:30, his bedtime. He had always wondered why an 18 year old needed a bedtime, but his mother was adamant about him getting proper rest, and so, he gave up and did as he was told.

He knew that with his brain as fried as it was, he'd never be able to think up anything proper right before he went to bed, so he decided to let it be, and set everything down, getting into his bed and sliding under the covers. He looked around his room, gave a little more thought to that one elusive sentence, curled up, closed his eyes, and slept, not knowing that he would wake up in an entirely different world than his own.

While he slept, he dreamed. And as he dreamed, he found himself floating in some sort of dark place, his back never touching the ground he assumed should be there.

He opened his eyes to find himself floating in what appeared to be nothing but a dark void full of mist and a strange chocolate smell.

Before his brain had any time to register where he was, or question why he smelled chocolate, he heard a voice in the distance, saying, "Hello there, Prince."

He immediately looked around. Whatever this strange voice was, it knew him somehow, and after all the paranormal shows he watched, he knew that something was wrong with that fact.

"Where are you? Who are you? Show yourself!" He screamed into the void as he looked around more.

That's when he saw it. A strange, bipedal creature with the weirdest appearance he ever thought possible. It had a deer's antler, a demon horn, a dragon's tail, a serpent like body and a single fang. It also had a lion's paw and what looked like a lizard's claw.

"What are you?" He asked.

"My, my, so many questions." He heard the thing say. "Why don't you buy me dinner first?"

Prince frowned at the strange creatures joke, obviously not amused.

"Tough crowd tonight. Anyway, hello again. How do you do? My name is Discord."

Prince stood, yes, stood, as in all the way upright in a void space. Well, it was more like he floated, and was in fact still floating when...

He had an awestruck look on his face. This creature could talk? And how did it know him?

Out of all the questions he had for the creature, he settled on, "Discord? Who's that?"

Discord was taken aback by the blunt display of ignorance he had just heard.

"Wait, you don't know me, Discord? God of Chaos? Draconequus Extraordinaire? Surely with as much as you've read, you must know something."

"Nope. Never heard of you a day in my life."

Discord sighed. "Oh well, can't be helped." He took a deep breath. "Say, how would you like to come with me?"

"Come with you? Where? What are you going to do to me? Are you a serial killer?"

"By my beard, will you quit it with the questions already?!"

"Ehehe, sorry. I just always wanted to ask that. But seriously what do you want with me?"

Discord sighed again. "I suppose it can't be helped if you don't know." He suddenly smiled. "Well, sit down and get comfortable because I'm going to tell you something."

Prince sat cross-legged.

"Now, You're a writer aren't you?"

"Yes."

"And lately you've been having trouble finding inspiration?"

"Yes, but how did you-"

"Well, I just so happen to know the most inspiring place around. Although it's a bit of a ways away from where you live. Like a 'ways' away."

"How far is it?"

"You'll see."

"Fine. Now why do you want me to go there so badly?"

"Yes, about that. You see, i've been watching you for a while now and-"

"Wait, you've been watching me?"

"Yes, actually. I must admit I had doubts about it at first. After all, i'm invading on someone's privacy."

"Yeah, ya think!"

"But when I heard you say you wanted to try writing, I had to see how that might develop. And I must say, your stories are great. Even the unfinished ones."

"Wait how do you know about those?!"

"I've been watching you remember?"

"Oh, right."

"I wanted to share your talent with my friends back in the other world, so I-"

"Other world?"

"Oh dear. It seems i let loose a little to much detail."

"Damn right! Why am I going all the way to another dimension just to write?"

"Didn't you want to be recognized in your world? Didn't you want to get inspiration? I bet you can get all that and more in the other world."

Prince was considering it now. "That sounds...promising."

"See what i mean? And you'll make a lot of friends there."

"I have friends back home."

"Ah, but are they true friends?"

"Well, no, but..."

"Exactly. Now about my offer?"

"I...guess I could come. But you have to promise that I'll have friends."

"Oh the best of them. Now let's go. we're already here."

"Wait what?"

With that, the creature disappeared and the void was flooded with light, causing Prince to have to cover his eyes. He soon felt warm, soft grass on his back, and tried to sit up, but he couldn't. When he was finally able to, he began moving around on autopilot, not really knowing what was happening. That is until he came upon a river and saw his reflection. As he stared into the crystal clear water, what he saw made him gasp. He had a blue mane, white coat, and four legs. He was...a pony!