Charles Carr carefully guided the baby blue 1952 Cadillac convertible through the ice and snow raining down on the convertible's roof. Glancing in the rear-view mirror, he saw the 6'2 Hank Williams, weakly sitting in the seat. Yet only 29, his tall frame was frail over the years of drug and alcohol abuse. The famous man had been born with Spina Bifida, where his spinal cord was raised above his spine's protection, causing him great back pain and trouble doing much of anything. Doctors had worked on his back throughout surgeries to help him with his condition but during a hunting trip with one of his band members, he fell and damaged his back again. After another invasive surgery his life was a living hell. He took up drinking again to help numb his pain, along with morphine.

The singer had tried to catch a flight to his next proformance in Charleston from Knoxville, but his flight was forced to turn back due to the terrible weather. The 17 year old driver and 29 year old celebrity were stuck in Tennessee for the night. That night at a hotel, they ordered dinner in their room, Charles filled up on food while Hank didn't eat much, having horrible hiccups. The un-known start of a coronary. That next morning the hotel staff had to help Mr. Williams into his car with a wheelchair. The traffic was moving at a crawl for many miles of their route due to the horrendous weather. Charels stopped their slow journey to top off the gasoline in the beautiful Cadillac. Hank Williams stepped out of the car to stretch out his stiff legs with a yawn.

"Want a sandwhich or something?" Charels asked him, concern in his voice.

"No, I just want to get some sleep." Hank Williams' surprisingly final words on earth left his mouth.

After fueling up, the two re-entered the car and continued onwards. In rural West Virginia, Charles felt concerned for Hank's complete unconcious silence in the back. He pulled over to help adjust Hank's blanket which had fallen from the man, when he felt un-natural resistance from the limp figure. The young man rushed into the drivers seat and sped down the road to the nearest hospital, six miles away in Oak Wood. When he arrived at the hospital, a doctor walked out to see the country star.

"He's dead..." The doctor said, taking one look at the country singer.

"Can't you do somethin' to revive him?!" Charles exclaimed.

"No." The doctor examined the man. "He's just dead."

Outraged and saddened, Charles was unsure what his next move would be. Meanwhile, Hank was about to embark on an amazing adventure and didn't even know it.

Hank's eyes creaked open, he was laying on the cold soil in what was to him foreign ground. He stood, dusted himself off, and immediately doubled over vomiting with searing pain and burning in his heart and neck and his vision blurred. He pushed through this pain and walked panicked towards what looked like a building in the distance. Hobbling towards it, what looked like several small horses walked towards him, expressions of fear on their faces. He yelled out in pain, holding onto a tree next to him for balance while a small yellow horse walked up.

"Are you alright?" It cooed at half his height. His mind raced. He was shocked it was talking but understood he was dying and had no time to dwell on the issue.

"I-I need a hospital, please..." He groaned. The yellow equine 'eeped' and coward before standing up and bolting away.

"Son of a bitch..." He frowned, feeling weaker. He stood still to catch his breath. His vision was worsening and he could hardly make out shapes. Suddenly the yellow equine was back with a bigger red one. The red one picked him up and galloped towards what Hank hoped was a hospital. Inside, the doctors took one look at him and rushed a gurney under his sickly form. They yelled out for surgerons to rush to the O.R.

"We have a massive coronary hemorrhage and possible brain hemorrhage this stallion needs to get into surgery immidiately!" The doctors yelled out. In minutes they had Hank stripped and under anesthetic. Moments later he was under the knife as the doctors preformed their surgery, aided largely by their magic. After doing all they possobly could have for him, they stitched up his incisions and they sent him to a hospital room for recovery. When Hank Williams awoke in a few hours he was stunned to be feeling better than ever and staring at a world that looked vibrant and fake. One of the small horses walked in and Hank's mouth fell open.

"W-what are you?" He asked, nearly falling out of the bed with surprise.

"I'm a pony." The pony tilted its head in confusion.

"But you're.... You're so... You don't look..... Nice to meet you." He stumbled over his words. "You can call me Hank."

"Nice to meet you Hank, my name is Nurse Redheart. I must say you gave us quite the scare Mr. Hank. We've only had one pony ever survive hemorrhaging that bad, and that one was you! But you accomplished the impossible and pulled through." She encouraged, eyes huge with fear.

"Why thank you miss." He said.

"Just give me a few minutes and I will be right back with you." She smiled and changed his I.V. bag before walking out of the room and full tilt sprinting down the hallway, yelling at someone in a panic about princesses, doctors, and monsters being awake. About twenty minutes later, the nurse cautiously entered with two larger equines, one a navy blue, the other a stunning white. Another small, butter-yellow pegasus followed warily, hiding behind the largest white one. The four entered slowly, cautious of the tall human.

"Hello, Hank. Is that your name?" The tallest white one spoke.

"That's what most of the world calls me." He replied. "What happened...? Where am I?"

"You suffered broken arteries in your heart and neck. We barely saved you, but we did. Ms. Fluttershy here is the brave mare who found you a hospital, despite your threatening appearence." She continued.

"You are currently in the nation of Equestria, on the planet of Equis. Equestria is ruled by my older sister, Celestia and I." The navy blue equine nodded to the tall white alicorn.

"Why am I here?" He asked. Celestia was worried of how to word her next few scentences.

"You... Were brought here." She grimaced.

"What? Why?" Hank demanded.

"Well... I've been monitoring your demension for a few years now, through a portal one of my mages created many years ago. I've been practicing transporting things through dimensions... I saw you were dying quietly in the back of your vehicle with no help so.... So I made a copy of you, and brought you here... I knew our magic could save you... An-" she was cut off by a quiet voice from Hank.

"I'm not real...?" He asked. "I'm a fake?"

"Oh nonono." She giggled. "You're the original. Transporting you here did come at a cost however, I completely drained my magic reserve pulling you here without your driver noticing.

"What do I do now....?" He asked, worried.

"Well Hank, in a few minutes the doctor will come in and ask you a few questions, tell you the severity of your ailments, and then hold or discharge you." The navy blue one explained. "After you are discharged, we will provide you a bag of currency, and a place of dwelling. We only ask that you do not harm any of our subjects or we will take drastic action."

"I understand, your majesty." Hank nodded. "Thank y'all so much for your charity. For saing my life.. Your majesty.. What's your name...? How
do I properly address you.....?"

"You may adress myself as Princess Celestia." The large white one answered. "My dearest sister is Princess Luna."

"Thank you." Hank smiled. "My name is Hiram Williams, but the whole world called me Hank."

Author's Note

According to Charles Carr, "no, he's just dead" is what they said. WHAT THE HELL DOCTORS?! Anyway I hope you enjoyed! I'll be back with another chapter hopefully soon! Also, if there's someone out there who would like to help me by editing, that would be great.