(Earth) (Boston) Jack’s PoV

"Wow that was annoying."

I kept saying that to myself as I opened the door of the building. My name is Jack Penhall, I live in Boston, Massachusetts. When I was 7 my parents were killed in a break in and I had lived with my Aunt Anna ever since. I work at a bakery not too far from my home as a janitor.
The reason why I'm so PISSED off is because this one guy would just drop some food on the ground and ask me to pick it up almost three times!

I didn't like my job because I had so much more skill in craftsmanship mainly for plays, costumes, masks, and puppets. But my aunt didn't want me to do that since we don't have the money to afford the parts I need. I always loved working on the set for school plays when I was young. Though I always seemed to make masks of villains best, it was almost like I was born to do it.
At the same time I felt sad about it. Villains are so hated when they were originally good people. The hero's just seem to forget that.

I'm also in good shape and well muscled, but not to the point where its repulsing and strange but just enough to the point where it works nice and looks nice. I'm 24 years old and at average height. So physically I'm pretty great compared to others at least.

Anyways as I walk back home I think to myself with one thought that's been on my mind for a long time now.

'When am I able to do something?'

'When can I prove that I'm not a mistake, I just want to be more than what I am now.'

Yeah I know what your thinking, 'stop acting so depressed and move on!'

Well it's hard to move on and others like me would probably agree.

Looking to the left I see a bench and I decide to sit down and rest. Taking out my phone I decide to call my best friend Lee. He's always been with me through all the hard times, from my parents death, my birthdays, recoveries, and we always seemed to do it together.

After a few seconds I say hello.

"Hey Lee how have you been lately?"

"I've been fine Jack I'm just watching Netflix in my room, how about you?" His voice had easily told me he was tired. He would get tired often when he doesn't keep track of time.

"I've been fine one guy at work was being a slob as usual though." I made sure to add as much annoyance into my voice as possible.

"Ha! had a feeling someone would do that again." He always seemed to predict everything. Sometimes I make jokes about telling him he should become a fortune teller.

Then he asked a out of nowhere question which I didn't really expect.

"Hey dude if you where to have 2 kinds of superpowers what would they be? Asked Lee.

Hmmmm that's actually a hard one. "I would want to have magic, and strong magic at that. And I mean overlord type magic. Second I want Enhanced healing because of how overpowered it is." Most people would likely want to fly or have superspeed, but I would just like to keep my powers simple and easy to understand,

"Interesting choices Jack." Well it was they were the traits anyone would want. He also said those words in a tone that seemed to say they are hiding something. A more deceptive voice in speaking, in a way.

Eh I'm just being paranoid.

"Anyways I'm gonna get going, see you later Jack." Said Lee.

"Untill next time pal" After that I started to head home and I was about to cross the street when suddenly a man where a black hoodie stepped in front of me. It was too dark out to see his face under the hood. At least I think he is judging from the structure of his body.

And that damn voice. It was like a five year went through puberty instantly.

"Tell me." He said as he approached me slowly.

"You have wanted a purpose so badly for so long."

"Who are you?!" I asked in a nervous tone. This guy is far too sketchy to be trusted. Half of my mind was saying 'HOLY HELL JUST KICK HIM IN THE NUTS AND RUN.'

The other part was telling me, 'who's the fuck is this guy?'

"Do you still want one?" At that I paused, I thought 'what does this guy want and how does he know what I've thought of for so long?' Who is he? And why do I feel so... cold.'

The only thing I could do at the time was nod. "Well... then it's going to be one hell of a ride... Puppet master." I started to feel extremely tired and I collapsed and everything went dark.

The final thing I saw was that man standing near me, looking down at me.

(Canterlot Castle, Canterlot Throne room)
It was around evening and the Princess of the Sun was looking out on her kingdom slowly lowering the sun for her subjects to rest under the cover of night.

"How are you Tia?" Asked Luna entering the room.

"I'm fine sister, just a little tired, it's been a long day. Blueblood has been really annoying lately; constantly complaining about what he does and doesn't have, I just wish I could take a break from his loud mouth."

"Well sister, Twilight and her friends are going to visit in a few weeks, so I advise we prepare for their arrival befo-."

Unfortunately, before Luna could finish, she and Celestia felt like they couldn't breath, before suddenly regaining their breath, and underwent a vision.

They both were in a pitch black room and looking forward they saw a warning burned into the wall.

"The greater the peace, the longer the Suffering will last."

With that they both found themselves back in the Throne room. Looking at each other they thought one thing.

What was that?

Author's Note

Alright this is a start of hopefully something great! This is also my first story so I hope that this goes well :)