Author's Note

Chapter two, hope this chapter gives away a good setup on what is to come.

Chapter 2: These are not the Shivering Isle

Chapter 2: These are NOT the Shimmering Isles

Edited by: Cosmic Flash, Neon Scar

My eyes immediately shot open the moment I became conscious. How do I know I am conscious? Well the fact that I was breathing and feeling things around me. Things that normally should be absent when you add the concept of death into it.

But then again, I personally have no Idea how being dead feels like so this could easily be a pretty normal experience as well.

“Talking about experiences…where the hell am I?” I wondered.

Well Hell, I certainly don’t feel any heat or excruciating pain, or hear the everlasting screams of the damned, and even more important no Justin Bieber or Lady Gaga music.

So really this CANNOT be Hell.

“But still, where am I?” I continued to wonder as I continued to gaze up at the star filled darkness above me. Stars that should be impossible to see where I am from simply because of another human made phenomenon known as light pollution.

How light can be described as dirt is crazy for me…which is why I like it and give it a thumbs up on YouTube if it had its own channel. I am a sucker for crazy and stupid things. After all, it cracks me right up.

There was even a visible aurora on the corner of my vision which immediately gave me all sorts of hopeful ideas.

Mental gasp “Am I perhaps on the Shivering Isles? Can I go fuck both the golden Saints and Dark Seducers now and personally have an epic cheese party with Sheogorath himself? Oh yes that would certainly be a death worth dying for in my opinion.” I thought to myself with a grin as all kinds of crazy and nonsensical shenanigans are running through my head. Not to mention having the chance of becoming the prince of madness himself if I go kick Jyggalag in the chins.

Screw the boring call center job my cousin wanted me to partake in, I am going to become the Daedric Prince of Madness himself. Then I can use my new powers to annoy my annoying next door neighbor even more. The asshole had it coming ever since his balls dropped.

YES… finally, all of my procrastinating and knowledge of the elder scrolls is finally going to pay off. Shows those silly little naysayers who always kept on japing that I should stop being lazy and finally get a job of my own just like my cousins. Finally I will have my place to shine and to finally….

“Wait…these are not the Shivering Isles.” I realized right after I bothered myself to lift my head a little bit to get a better look at my surroundings.

What I saw was nothing more than the dark and disgusting walls of a city alley way and not the fantasy realm of Madness and endless fun that I hoped for.

Why disgusting? Well because there was a piece of an uneaten pizza slice right next to me. Covered in mold and whatever else kind of fungus that even Shigeru Miyamoto cannot come up with.

I am probably thinking of a completely different kind of Fungus, but for me fungus is fungus nonetheless.

I frowned. “HACKS, HACKS, FRAUD SWINDLE UNFAIR I DEMAND A REFUND.” I ranted in my head.

Truly, this was bullshit in so many levels. This could easily be worse than hell in my opinion, all that is missing is some Lady Gaga music on stage sized loud speakers and I am ready to tear my own fucking head off.

At least send me to Disneyland for fuck sake if it’s not going to be the Shivering Isles, is that too much to ask? The only and first time I ever visited the most magical place on earth was when I was three. So that doesn’t count.

Oooh I am feeling TRIGGERED right now, or at least I would be if a little detail didn’t escaped me the moment I tried to get up to rant like a child who just had been denied his favorite toy.

I simply and easily fell back down to the ground the moment I got up, face first mind you.

“shung ofh ah voking bish.” I cried into the cobblestone.

What a glorious new start as a dead man, maybe bleach would have been a better supplement compared to Rat Poison. But then again, the bleach was down below in another cupboard which would have forced to duck in order to get it.

Not going too happened in the state I was in.

Now anyway. Why the hell did I fall down and lose my balance so bloody quickly you may wonder? Well that is simple. It’s because the body that I have been in and grown accustomed to too pretty much all of my life is NOT the same body I woke up in.

In fact it only became even more apparent to me the moment I mimicked the pope, that my body felt off and weird for some reason. Weirder than normal to be honest.

I wasted no time in rolling myself back on my back before forcing myself to sit somewhat upright to finally get a better look at me, and what I saw was…honestly something I have grown pretty much accustomed too ever since my first fever dream when I was Six.

“Either this is a dream or I really have lost my cloths and now I am butt naked with fur covering my skin.” I wondered to myself as I observed my newly decorated fur. Peanut butter in color to be precise, not only that but I had a dark chestnut colored length of thick hair sticking out right under and in-between my legs which I guess is some sort of tail.

Talking about legs, I guess you can call them hind legs now judging by the way they are shaped, not to mention the stubs they end in which where some kind of hooves if I had to guess.

I lifted my left arm to confirm my thoughts and, yes…yes they are hooves indeed.

So apparently I am a Horse now, or at least a very small one if the size of the dumpster to my right is any to go by.

So basically, I died and somehow got reincarnated as a horse foal of some sorts. Really I have seen much more stranger shit in my dreams then this.

This is nothing, not even close and surprisingly a lot more family friendly as well. Even most of my normal dreams are crazier than this.

“So I drink Rat poison, prove the concept of reincarnation with it and got turned into a miniature equine as an end result? Seems legit.” I thought to myself while rubbing my chin.

For the sake of further investigation I also managed to realize that both my form and the colors and style around me seem a lot more cartoonish in my eyes then they should. Especially given my love and longtime experience of watching a lot of cartoons in my life, especially in my young adult years.

“Well, another check for the list then.” I mentally noted.

What list is that you may ask? Uh…well just a list of crazy and outlandish things I eventually came up with when I was bored out of my mind in one of my chemistry classes in high school.

So anyway, I am a horse now and most likely not on earth anymore. Which is good I guess as I don’t have to watch or hear about my own funeral. That would just be depressing.

Also that means I don’t have to deal with my stupid ass neighbor as well which is always a bonus in my books. Who would mostly likely be dancing on my grave which I don’t need to think about as of now.

Now it is time to explore my new situation and to find out what this place and new body have to offer. For starters let’s first check if I am still tripping balls or not.

I did just that, spreading my new hind legs like a prostitute bitch at the Reeperbahn street in Hamburg and trying to bend myself far enough to see what it holds.

“Yup still a dick.” I thought to myself with satisfaction.

With that now case now dealt with it was time to get off this cold ass cobblestone floor and dust myself off. Knowing that I am a quadruped now saved me yet another encounter with the flat wall of china and its kiss of nosebleed.

Standing on all fours is weird at first but with a lot more practice I should have the hang of it going sooner than later.

I dared to stick my head out of the dark Alley that I awoke in to see what else might or may not be outside of it, only for me to raise my brows as I saw more, larger horses in all shaped and even colors cantering around buildings that kind of remind of both Renaissance and Victorian style architecture at the same time.

I would have loved to evaluate how such an architectural combination is rather pointless when a sudden shift from behind broke my focus. I turned myself around to see what it could be, only to find a limp sticking out from behind the same dumpster I measured my predicted size from.

Wobbling closer to it I was a bit surprised to find out that it was another equine, though this one looked dirty and ruffled up with some rugged clothing covering most of his form. This world’s version of a Hobo if I am not mistaken.

“A horse Hobo huh? Very interesting.” I thought to myself while rubbing my chin.

Yes it seems that my limbs seemed to share the same dexterity as a human's. For a common and normal sense mind this is ridiculous, given the fact that I am a mini horse. But for me this couldn’t possibly be more normal for the same reasons I have already listed before. Plus I am FAR more open minded when it comes to shit like this. Multiverse theory and what not, plus this place looks like a cartoon as well so that makes it even easier to give the suspension of disbelieve.

What was surprising though was the fact that this homeless germ infested “wollknoll” was clutching both MY mug and MY tablet instead of that bottle of booze sitting right next to him.

How these two made it here I don’t know, and frankly I don’t care either as I am more concerned about this guy keeping MY stuff.

I frowned. “Meinz.” I thought while grabbing my mug away from him with both of my hooves.

I personally bought it in a Korean knick knack shop a couple of years back so I have the absolute right of ownership for it. No Hobo can have MY mug.
I was about to take my tablet as well until it's black reflective surface showed my new form. I paused, looking at my reflection with curiosity and a level of intrigue at spotting something new on top of my forehead.

“A Horn? Not only I am I a tiny horse but also every little girl's dream as well? Double intriguing.” I mentally noted as I reached up a hoof to touch my brand new head accessory by tapping it.

Now some of you might be wondering why the hell I am not freaking out about all of this and the fact that I got basically turned into a unicorn foal judging by my overall size in comparison to everything else here.

Well it’s simple, ONE: I have already seen way more weirder shit in both my dreams and the freaking internet, and TWO: I just freaking died ok. So basically getting transported into a different world after my death and getting turned into a new species isn’t really that much of a brain turner when you know that you just died.

Especially for me.

Plus this might be the beginning of something new which I will take full advantage of. Plus I am somewhat MAD as well so there is that. I have no problems to openly acknowledge that I am crazy, because that is what I am anyway…or at least that is what the others tell me.

Mostly my teachers during my school days.

I scratched my head. “Whatever, my tablet.” I thought before swiftly grabbing my flat tech as well. This though had the result of causing the guy to groan and move, trying to reach for something else while staying asleep.

I just puckered my new horse lips as I just pushed the still half full bottle of possible kidney failure towards his searching forelimbs with predictable results.

Grab and snag before turning himself towards the fall behind him and dozing off once more.

“Well…” I began to think. ”What now?” I wondered while looking down at both my acquired things which by the way are now much, much larger than I prefer for obvious reason.

Well except for the mug. The bigger the better. That just means allot more coffee from me.

That though only left one problem. How to take my stuff with me in my current state and form?

That’s when the obvious struck me once more. Taking my mug first I tentatively placed it onto of my head as both its size and shape was perfect for my current size to use it as a makeshift head dress. Though a bit heavy and bulky.

HA, that’s what SHE said… no really.

With my mug transportation momentarily solved that only left my personal fingerprint magnet. The answer for it was clear as well…or at least at the moment.

Just try and balance it on my back and hope that I won’t get distracted with something else and unavoidably drop it on the ground. Impossible for me and my naturally short attention span, but then again when it does fall it won’t be as disastrous as most would think, simply because I am not very tall to begin with.

I am almost dragging across the ground with my size.

“Well this has to suffice I guess.” I thought to myself as I tried to lift and maneuver the bloody thing onto my back.

Being a quadruped now does have its major disadvantages after all…like being a fucking quadruped for example. I will always miss my hands, especially my right one. Such useful tools of nature and one of the few things where she wasn’t drunk on cocaine when actually trying to make something new.

I am looking at you house fly, nobody likes flies and I mean no one.

“ADVENTURE TIME.” I mentally shouted while thrusting up my imaginary swords and telling Finn and Jake to piss off because I am stealing the show now.

Fun question, why am I thinking all of this rather than openly speaking them out? Well that’s simple…I have no bloody idea.

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The little filly awoke from her slumber. A distant muffled voice managed to wake her up. She rolled to her other side, her tiny equine ears perking up at the sounds as she rubbed her eyes.

She wasn’t sure what it is or what is going on, but she was awake now so there really wasn’t much need to go back to sleep. Plus a sense of curiosity took a hold of her as she began to focus more on whatever was making that ruckus.

She was able to pinpoint that the noises were coming from outside her room, specifically past the door that separated her from the rest of her home.

She flicked her tiny ears a couple of times before climbing off of her bed. Her tiny hooves creating quiet clopping sounds as she touched the floor.

She immediately clip clopped her way over to the door following the sounds. Her tiny tail swishing left and right a bit in anticipation as the noise slowly grew louder the closer she got to the door.

Sadly she was still far too small to effectively reach the door handle on her own as she longingly looked up at it with her big purple eyes. She eventually decided to just press one of her ears against its smooth and clean surface in hopes to hear enough to understand what all of that ruckus was about.

For her it sounded like shouting, some of which had very distinctive and recognizable voices. They were arguing about something but she was far too young to fully understand or comprehend what they were arguing about.

She does recognize though that one of those voices was her mean grandpa who always seemed to look at her with that unsettling look.

A look she feared.

She quickly removed herself from the door before shaking her head. She didn’t liked these sounds so she decided to just head back to bed and wait until they were over.

Maybe then her mother could come into her room and lead her to the kitchen for some breakfast, and maybe even take her outside to the park.

She always wondered when they could go there again.