Stranger in a strange land

He was falling.

In darkness.

Darkness. Nothing but darkness.

He was in silence, suffocating silence.

He was in an endless void of silence and darkness.

There was light, near and far.

Some burned.

Others vanished in an eye blink.

He saw creation.

He saw death.

He could think there for he was.

He had no mouth.

He needed to scream.

silence.

He was falling in the darkness for eternity.

He was driven insane

“Wake.”

He needed to scream.

“Awaken.”

Cast into the void forever dammed to its silence.

“WAKE UP!”

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Jacks eyes opened.

A white ceiling fan spun lazily above him, his eyes drifted down the room was complete white. White flowers, white curtains, white power…Cords.

Ah crap. He thought slowly sitting up, his cloths were white as was the blanket that covered his legs. Jack closed his eyes breathing in slowly then exhaling, as the door opened.

If he had any doubts as to where he was the woman that walked in confirmed it.

She was older then him; late forties, light blonde hair, small red lips that were in a permanent grin. She walked softly a clip board in her hands, passing through the threshold of the door, large dove like wings flared slightly then settled as she turned to face him.

“Good morning, or well afternoon.” She said warmly with a soft chuckle setting the clip board down at his feet. Jack swallowed finding himself unable to speak in the presence of the angel. The angel approached him taking out a flashlight from her left breast pocket, she clicked it on then looked reached to him slowly touching the side of his head.

“You were out for so long, many of us thought you wouldn’t wake up.” She noted as she shined the light in his left and right eye. Jack was half listening to her, as he was currently trying to process the fact, he was dead, and an angel was giving him a checkup. Because that was thing in heaven.

“Sir? Sir?”

Jack blinked as she snapped her fingers above her head.

“Can you tell me your name sir? “She asked again still smiling brightly.

“uhbh uh ah…” He managed before clearing his throat loudly.

“Jack Huntsed ma’m, sir Angel ma’m? I’m sorry this is a bit much hard to process being you know…” He said cringing at his own words. The angel cocked her head seeming not understand him.

“You, me dead.” Jack finished.

The angel stared him for a solid second before letting a merry laugh, she laughed for a good minute, long enough for Jack to stop finding it funny.

“Oh, that is a good one! Cant say I’ve heard that one before!” She said as she collected herself. Jack frowned trying to find what he had said to be amusing, seeing his confusion the angel cleared her throat.

“Mr.Huntsed I can say without a doubt that you are in fact alive, though that head wound of yours could have very well have killed you if not for the outstanding workmanship of our esteemed trauma surgeons. “She said proudly wings puffing to match her tone.

“So, I’m not dead.”

“uh huh.”

“And your not an angel.”

“No idea what that is.”

At that Jack paused looking her up and down.

“What the hell are you then?”

--

Darin’s leg bounced up and down so face she was sure it would eventually fly off. She sat in the hallway, people passed her by some nodding s they passed others paying no mind to the woman who clearly had no desire to be where she was. If she had the option she’d been long gone, three days she’d been in Canterlots Mercy hospital.

Three.Long.Days.

Being chained to her bed didn’t help in the slightest.

On the first day she woke up to find out that fact and two very tired very angry looking sun guards. After a brief silence she was informed that she was not under arrest, but she would be reprimanded for the destruction of the royal palace. She hadn’t expected that much; the part of being not under arrest. There was to be a hearing however though when that was, she wasn’t sure. Day two she was barraged by a tightly wound royal magician, he had so many truth spells cast around him Darin nearly told him her entire life story. Thankfully he was tact enough to realize this and instead focus as to why she crashed a plane into the palace. This went on for hours until apparently satisfied he walked out as fast as he came in. They finally let her leave the room on day three but she wasn’t aloud to leave the hospital, which was why she sitting in a chair losing the patience she’d lost day one.

“Ma’m?”

Darin’s head snapped up.

And up.

Meeting the cool grey eyes of one of the moon guard who was now standing in front of her.

“Your friend has awakened, if you would please follow me?” He ask kindly, extending his hand out for her to take. Darin blinked in confusion, who’s friend? Far as she was aware her only friends where at the university…

Jack.

“Oh shit him.” Darin said aloud, she’d honestly forgotten him entirely. This earned a thin smile from the guardsman who turned as she stood up.

“We’ll be meeting him downstairs. A car has been prepared, and awaiting both of you.” He said as they walked down the busy hall towards the elevator. Darin clenched her hands as a cold chill ran down her spin.

“Let me guess…a trial.”

The guardsman nodded only once pressing the elevators down key.

“You to made quiet an entrance, Celestia is very interested in…” He paused as the doors opened, Darin looked up to expectantly as they both stepped inside.

“Interested in?” She made a ‘continue’ motion as the doors slid shut. The guardsman shook his head with a sigh then tapped the side of his blackened smoking helmet.

“Lets just say, today is a very bright day in Equestria.”

--

Valkyra

That’s what she was a Valkyra, not a Valkyrie which at first ,he thought she’d said.

“Winged ones, or those who are born with the gift of flight.” Dr Anne, the one whom he’d thought an Angel, had explained as they progressed down the hall and elevators to the ground floors. Jack walked slowly hands behind his back, they’d given him his clothes and boots but that was all. His backpack was apparently sequestered away at the palace under going who knew what. He looked up seeing his reflection in the elevator.

A jagged scar ran from the corner of his right eye to the back part of his head, it wasn't a nasty scar but it would never go away. Nor would enough hair grow on his head to cover it, Dr. Anne gave her apologies for it saying they’d done there best.

Like looking good is a concern right now. He thought as the elevator came to a stop. The doors opened to a reception area Anne stepped out first her wings nearly smacking him on the way out. Jack followed warily watching the feathered appendages as they both stepped in time to the center of the lobby. As they did another elevator opened and possibly the tallest man Jack had ever seen walked out followed by a very familiar face.

“Hey Darin. Miss me?” He asked with a open smile, she smiled back looking somewhat frazzled from what he wasn’t sure. The tall armor plated man motioned to the set of double doors that lead of the lobby.

“You look like shit.” Darin mused as Dr. Anne distracted the Guardsman before he could walk toward’s the door.

“Feel like it, was I really out for three days.” Jack asked in disbelief, Darin shrugged heading towards the doors.

“You want to hear something more crazy than that?”

“Other than the people with wings and fuckin magic?”

“Uh no. Were about to go on trial. More then likely were going to be executed for endangering the royal family.”

“…Oh. Well now i wish i hadn't gotten out of bed.”