It took ten minutes for him to stop screaming. "Done?" The bearded pony asked.

"Sigh. Yes... Yes, I think so... So, where am I anyway? I know i'm in a hospital but it doesn't seem like anywhere on Earth. The talking horses owe to that factor a great deal..."

"Earth?" He said, confused as to what he was talking about, waving it off in the end. "Well, you are in the Frost Hearth Valley, a plateau in the Drulyk mountain range, about three thousand four hundred sixty miles from the farthest northern tip of Equestria" He explained, trotting up to the IV drip that was feeding the biped sweet, sweet life juice and then replacing it.

"I... Uh... Excuse me? I'm not sure I know where you mean..." Edward said, completely lost.

"Oh, of course! You are from Stustaria, great land of the gods! Just know, guardian, you are in good hooves! And hopefully, so are we... Now, you need sleep . He said, casting a sleep spell on the already incapacitated human.

"I have no clue w- where... Those places...... A- Are..." He fell unconscious.

"By the way, we are not horses."

I sensed your presence here... Something is coming. Be ready.

He awoke once more jolting up in the process 'The whisper... It was crystal clear that time... It was... A warning?' He thought to himself, not realizing he had regained his free movement. He slowly looked down to his torso, then to his legs. "Oh... I can move... Lovely!" He said, swinging his legs off to the side of the bed, about to stand up. When he did, he realized that he had made a mistake, falling over and hitting his head off of a bedside cabinet. "Oww..." He whimpered. "Maybe I will just lie down for a bit..." He said, dragging himself up back onto the bed.

"Oh, whats this?" He said, looking to his left and seeing three books left by that old priest. They read: 'A Detailed Account of Pony History' and 'The Royal Atlas of Equus'. The final one was a tatty looking tome, it looked as if it had been passed down through at least a few generations. It read: 'The Wind Tribe - History, Traditions and Culture'. "Well... How convenient." He remarked. He had meant to ask about this world, but the circumstances forbade him to do so. He kinda just dealt with it; rolling with the punches, so to speak.

The Human took the first book off of the pile: 'A Detailed Account of Pony History' and turned the first page. The first thing he noticed was that the lettering was clean and clinical. This was clearly made on some kind of machine, perhaps a computer or printing press, he half expected it to be hand... Hoof written. He honestly didn't know why.

The book started with: 'In the beginning, there were three main pony tribes...'

3 hours of constant reading, and 162,000 words later...

'And then Princess Celestia used the Elements of Harmony to banish her sister to the moon.
It has been six hundred and ninety years since then, there has been only three note worthy conflicts since then. A small border skirmish with the Changeling Mother Hives [SEE PAGE 429], a group of three sirens that attacked Canterlot [SEE PAGE 434], and a small pony town that wanted to leave the Royal Equestrian Empire [SEE PAGE 438]. All of these have been stopped, crushed under the immense power of the Princess's mighty hoof.'

Edward then proceeded to put down the book and try to archive all of the information he just took on board, closing his eyes and focusing on remembering what he had just read; even though it barely mentioned other tribes. It was all basically focused on this place called 'Equestria'. He thought it was a very silly name but, meh.

After he read the absolute slog that was a 600 page tome, he had a quick look over the atlas. There were 8 continents, the biggest labelled 'Zebrica' and the smallest labelled 'The Badlands'. Some others were 'Canine' (Wow, original), 'Boerus' and 'The Great Forest'. "Can you really name a continent 'The Great Forest'? Is it all forest? It says here that it has an area of 7.692 million km²... Wow... Eat your heart out, West Fraser Timber Co..."

Just then, the bearded 'Pony' as the book said barged through the door.

"Ah, I see you're awake. Good news, you are healed."

"U-Um... What?" Edward said, raising an eyebrow, in a skeptical voice.

"You heard me, now get up on your feet. You have a town tour to go on. You can finish your books later." He said enthusiastically.

"I'm not sure that's how it works..."

"Of course it is. Do you not believe me? I can show you if you want." The last part of that sentence seemed slightly ominous.

"Well... If you say so but I don't think this will go well..."

He then went to stand up, being extremely cautious not to fall over and thwack his head on a cabinet this time. When his feet hit the cold, hard floor, a shudder ran down his spine as if it were an Olympic track. He shifted his weight to stand up, only to feel his knees crumble beneath him. Suddenly, he just stopped. Somehow, he was being held in place by an intangible force. The 'Unicorn' was hoisting his limp body in the air like a rag doll. Edward tried not to think about it in such a grim way but something about the unicorn made that slightly difficult.

"Um... Thanks?" He said, baffled.

"Why can't I move properly? What was that, how did you just catch me in mid air without hands? Why was I floating? This entire situation is just a little hard to believe..." He said, voice shaking.

"Ah, I forgot to dispel the paralysis, its probably been weakening for a while now anyway. One moment."

And just like that, all restraint disappeared. He had free movement again. Too bad when he tried to get up again he couldn't get his legs to cooperate and his knees buckled underneath him; he fell into a cabinet. Again. "Well, fuck."

Author's Note

Is Pony capitalized because it is the name of the species, or what?

And are the types of Pony capitalized as well?

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