Author's Note

Trevor is in for a world of oddity and an adventure he was REALLY not prepared for.

These first chapters may be a little short, sorry. Again, new writer, still figuring this out.

New Horizon

Bright. It was bright. I was not in my room. My eyes remained shut at the moment. I was waking up, but to what? I couldn't understand what could have happened. I couldn't have passed out drunk and ended up on the back porch, or the desert like fields near my house. If I were waking from a night of drinking, I would feel as dry as a trout in the Gobi. I was not home, nowhere near it, which immediately upset me beyond words. There are very few things that disturb me more than not knowing where I am. How? I fell asleep in my room, I remember that much. And, it was truly odd, my dream last night. I was in an unknown field, it was dark, but illuminated by a beautiful crescent moon. I remember looking around, scanning the unfamiliar terrain. My only company was an odd, magnificent creature. It resembled a horse, I believe. It had a set of large, lighted eyes. It was wearing what looked to be a sort of very small crown, and stood quite tall. But that wasn't the most deciding feature. It had what looked to be a mane of sorts, but it was of a beautiful blue energy, more or less the only color of the beast I could see. It said nothing, it moved not. Those eyes only watched me, spoke mutely to me, beckoned to me. I cautiously approached, as it was quite obvious it was a dream, but nevertheless, I am not the careless type. When I came close enough to reach out to it, that is when the brightness hit my closed eyes.

I reluctantly opened them. I may not have been hung over, but the sun in my orbs sure as hell made it seem so. I manage to defy gravity enough to sit up, surveying the nearby landscape. I was in tall grass, with trees to my left and a large plain to my right. As worried as I was, it was quite the setting, I must admit. As I shook the earth and thin leaves from my head and hair, I worked my way to my feet. I was able to see more clearly as I woke. As nice as this place seemed, I needed to find civilization, or at least a landmark of sorts. Probably the worst part, I didn't have my anxiety medication, nor any items to defend myself with. My J frame .38 would have been quite a comfort at the moment. Well, at least I still had my tobacco and papers (I am a bit old school, if that hasn't been brought to notice yet). I decided to walk the plain, as I doubted I would find any structures within the foliage to my left. I had to do something.

There was a bit of a journey ahead of me. Hills and rocks made it a bit of a chore to traverse the tall garden of grass and weeds, though very few weeds, which I thought was curious, being it a seemingly natural setting. I was thirsty. I drink a lot of water on a daily basis, and I have had nothing for the last half hour. Lady Luck, so it happened, was with me for once, as I saw a small pond nearby. I approached to examine the water. It was clean. I mean, spotless clean. How? Almost no weeds in a completely natural field, clean water in the middle of a dirt bank, it made no sense. I would consider it a second act to my dream, had i not fallen over my own huge feet and rolled down a hill. Not much pain, but this was definitely real. I was uncomfortable. Whatever was happening, I was far from the reality I was accustomed to. Still cautious, I tasted the water before consuming it. It was just like drinking a bottle of ice cold distilled water you would find at the store. It was truly clean. After getting my fill, I marched on. On the third hill after that, only able to judge by the fact that I was traveling in the opposite direction of the forest, I saw it. A road.

It was a neat, yet crude dirt road. Or maybe dirt roads just generally seem crude to me. either way, i was gonna follow it. I'd give it another half hour or so before I came within eyeshot of structures. Again, not necessarily modern, but I wasn't going to be picky. I didn't run, wanted to conserve my energy, but I certainly wasn't walking at a slow pace. I came to the "village" as I would describe at that moment. I saw a miniature horse exit the town on the road, carting a wagon that was full of unknown goods. There was no one else. Just the horse. I wanted to do something, he might be wandering off with something valuable, but approaching a strange horse DIDN'T exactly seem intelligent. I would at least survey the situation before I acted. I observed a few other things. Its eyes were rather large in comparison to its head (admittedly beautiful though), and its snout rather short from what I had seen before. It had a red coat, which again, was something foreign to me. Then again, this whole setting was foreign, quite literally. And, the last of the details which I happened to notice, it had what might have been poorly described as a "fur tattoo" on its flank. I couldn't tell exactly what it was, as I was minding my distance at the moment, but it was a rather light green. It wasn't a brand, or it wouldn't be so well blended into its fur. I decided to, still minding my distance respectively, quickly search for the owner of the wagon.

Man, what a mess. The horses, probably better described as ponies (I don't know the zoology in this instance), were everywhere. The town was overrun. they were in the houses, at the stalls, freely roaming the streets, and generally running the town at this point. I became a bit frightened. Who knows what could set off a stampede, or something equally catastrophic? I slowly began to duck behind a building and out of the line of sight of the ponies.

"Well, ain't you somethin' fresh for the eyes!"

From behind me came a short surprise, and then an immediate relief. A voice. Human voice. They even spoke English. OOOOHHHHHH LORD that's what I needed right now! Maybe she can help me understand what happened to this town.

"Yeah sorry, I'm REALLY lost at the mome-"

No one. There was a pony there behind me, but no one else. The pony had a cowboy style hat on, covering a braided blonde mane. Well, ain't this place something. I looked around for anyone that might have said something and ran off for some unfathomable reason. No luck. The direction in which the voice came from held nothing that could have obstructed my view of them. Really? REALLY now? I almost just gave up on that one, but it was the only lead I had, and I had to take it.

"Hello? Where'd ya go?"

"I don't reckon I went nowhere, stranger."

.......

It came from the horse. Or at least it seemed like it. Its mouth was moving in time with the words. Ventriloquism? I would REALLY love to believe that it was, but I've never know anyone to possibly throw their voice that well. That voice came from the pony. Alright, reality check. I punched myself in the jaw, causing the pony's eyes to widen a bit and take a small step back. No, this was real. I decided to take action and risk looking like a loony. I was gonna say something to the beast. If there was no response and I was crazy, well I would be among kin. They braided this ponies mane, and put a hat on it.

"Uhhhmmmm...... What's up?"

"I would ask you the same thing, sugarcube."

Alright, well, this was happening. I had a number of options at this point, but hell. If this talking horse could help me figure out where the fuck I am, then MAYBE I can come closer to finding my way out of..... where ever I was.

"Well, as I was gonna say, before I almost shit myself, I'm lost and confused. REALLY REALLY confused."

"Yer in Ponyville stranger. Mighty fine town, if I do say so mahself."

"Sooooo EVERY pony here can talk. And speak English. You're joking."

"Don't see why I would be. Why dont'cha go and ask one of em yerself if yer so skeptical?"

No time. I was out cold on the floor.