Truth, Justice and the Equestrian Way

by AngelicArson

Rating: teen
Tags: Crossover, Alternate Universe
Length: 8405

The Last Colt of Krypton, the Legend of Superpony begins.

Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to gallop tall buildings in a single bound.
It's Supercolt, strange visitor from another planet who came to Equestria with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal ponies.He can change the course of mighty rivers. Bend steel in with his bare hooves. Disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for Equestria Daily, fights a never ending battle for Truth Justice and the Equestrian Way.

Superman created by Jerry Seigell and Joe Shuster. Belongs to DC Comics ©
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic created by Lauren Faust. Belongs to Hasbro
Cover Image made by khristiankhouri on DeviantArt ©

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-09-27 09:19:17 UTC

Chapter 1: A Hero's Beginning

We could’ve done so much more. We could’ve changed the world, building a new frontier towards a brighter future.

Truth, Justice and the Equestrian Way

Chapter 1

A Meeting of many officials, clothed in an all silver attire, watch as one of their own is making his statements.

"You cannot ignore these facts. Its suicide, no Its worse. Its genocide!", an older, grey haired stallion stood amidst the crowd of his peers.

   "Jor-El! The council has already found your theories to be untrue and outlandish", another pony said as he stood between two other older ponies

The older pony took a step forward the center of the room and said, "And even though these theories, all you of know me to be neither rash or impulsive. And so I tell you  that we must evacuate this planet before it's too late!".

"It isn't that we question you, Sir Jor-El, but the facts are undeniable", a mare spoke up as she stepped towards Jor-El, "but its your conclusions have been unreasonable".

The members of the council turned their heads when Jor-El had said to the mare, "This planet will explode in less than thirty days"

"And I tell you that Krypton is just shifting its orbit, everything will be all fine after the planet stabilizes"

Jor-El had looked down and responded, "Without King Sol-Ar, it will never stabilize. He alone kept our system together. Now that he's gone..". The older pony paused for only a moment.

"Be reasonable, Jor-El.", said a voice.

Jor-El turned and to this voice and said, "My friend, I have never been otherwise. Without any way to control the sun, we will all surely perish"

"This meeting has been terminated", said a pony who was sitting in the highest seat in the room, "The decision of the council is final" All of the members moved to one side of the room where the voice was emanating from. "As leader of this meeting, I declare any action made you, Jor-El, to cause hysteria among the ponies of Krypton must be deemed by us a deed of insurrection"

"You dare accuse me of insurrection. Has it now become a crime to cherish life?", Jor-El confidently stood in place.

The other members of the council began glaring at Jor-El for his remark to the council leader. Soon he spoke again, "Jor-El. Do you abide by the council's decision?"

Jor-El faced the members of the council with his decision, "I will remain silent. Neither I, nor my wife leave Krypton". With that statement, all the members walked one by one out of the room, leaving Jor-El by himself. He walked around the room, pondering on what to do next.

In her beautiful home, a lovely mare was watching over her infant son. Her name was Kara, married to Jor-El, a respected member of Krypton’s society. She stepped over to her son’s bed and quietly watched over the peaceful little colt. He had his father’s light brown coat and great black mane from when he was a colt. But her son also had his mother’s glimmering blue eyes.

Kara walked towards entrance to find her husband returning from his meeting with the Krypton elders. She walked up to his side and asked, “Did they see your side of things?”

Jor-El was reluctant to break the news to his wife. He took a deep breath and told her, “No, they didn’t. They couldn’t see that without King Sol-Ar, our planet is doomed. We don’t have much time my love, but it appears we must prepare for the worst”.

Kara didn’t know what to say. Her husband’s calculations on the matter proved that their beloved world would be destroyed. If the Elder council did not hear Jor-El’s plea, they had planned to send their own son to a distant planet to survive the harsh destruction of Krypton. So many thoughts bounced in her head.

The stood there with their heads hanging low. Complete silence filled the room. Jor-El wished things could’ve turned out different, it pained him to see his wife this way. He saw the expression in her eyes, the kind of pain a mother never should feel. Knowing that her child will taken away from her.

After a few moments of this, Jor-El walked towards his laboratory and told his wife, “Right now, time is crucial. I wish to spend as much as I can to make sure our son lives through this crisis”.

It had been several weeks since Jor-El had told his wife about Krypton’s imminent destruction. He had been working non-stop on constructing his son’s means of travel. Everyday the planet grew weaker. The temperature would drop dramatically, tremors could be felt beneath their hooves. Jor-El knew the planet’s end was coming closer.

Kara stood next to her husband, holding her little colt. Jor-El could see how beautiful his wife was, with her light blue coat and radiant brown mane shining as he had never seen before. Her eyes watching over her child with great care. It was a sight one could only dream to imagine.

Jor-El finished up the final components on work and headed towards his wife. “I have everything ready for him, Kara”

Kara looked at the colt in her hooves and asked, “Are you sure this is the right thing to do?”

“If he stays here with us, he will suffer the same fate as us”, Jor-El said.

“But why Equestria? They’re primitives, thousands of years behind us.”

Jor-El told her, “But he will need that advantage to survive. Their atmosphere will sustain him.” He looked at the colt, who was beginning to wake up. He too was also contempt on sending his son to a distant land.

Kara told her husband, “He will defy their gravity”

“He will look like one of them”, Jor-El opened a panel in his invention.

“But he won’t be one of them”.

“His dense molecular structure and their great yellow sun will make him strong.”

“But he will be odd, different than the rest of them”

“He will be fast, virtually invulnerable”

“But he will be isolated, alone.” Kara held the colt closer to her. The colt was now fully awake, watching as his parents exchanged words among each other.

“No, he will not be alone”, Jor-El held up a crystal-like object in his hooves, “He will never be alone”. He then place the object in a compartment inside his invention.

The whole room shook for an instance, and then silence. “It’s not long until this planet gone”

Kara handed Jor-El the colt in her arms. He looked upon his son and kissed the little colt. Jor-El placed him in the middle of what looked like a rocket made in a crystal-like structure.

With his wife at his side, Jor-El spoke to his son. “You will travel far, my little Kal-El. We will never leave you, even in the face of our deaths. The richness of our lives, will be yours. All that I have, All that I’ve learned, everything I feel, all this and more. I bequeath you my son”, Jor-El put his hoof over the colt’s head. “You will carry me inside you, all the days of your life. You will make my strength your own. See my life, through your eyes. As your life will be seen through mine. From the son becomes the father, and the father.... the son. This is all I can send you...... Kal-El”

Wiping the tears off his face, Jor-El placed a green crystal in another compartment of his rocket. Another quake was felt, this time much harder than the last.

Jor-El walked over to a panel and closed the opening he had placed Kal-El in. The ceiling above their heads slowly began to collapse and crumble at pieces of it fell before them.

Kara could hear buildings outside her home crumble as she watched her husband work. The sound of towers falling as they hit the ground, the sound of her beloved home coming to an end.

Jor-El had placed down one final command on his panel and walked towards his wife to comfort her. The rocket, slowly made a sound and shot up into the sky.

The rocket flew over the crumbling planet and left the atmosphere towards its new destination.

The couple watched as their son left them behind, and their home crumble before them. They knew they had done the right thing. Watching before them, the survival of the last son of Krypton.

The rocket sped towards the stars, only catching a glimpse of Krypton’s destruction as it left the red sun’s gravitational pull.

Along his journey, the colt could hear the pre-recorded messages from his father.

Kal-El had woken up during his travel and was startled to hear a voice, “Greetings Kal-El, embedded in the crystals around you is all the collected knowledge Krypton has discovered throughout its existence. All scientific fact gathered from the known universe are here before you, my son.”

Although he couldn’t understand it, this gave the little colt comfort for the long trip ahead of him. Weeks would pass, with Kal-El hearing his father’s knowledge as he passed through many wondrous galaxies.

“.... chief among your powers will be your sight, strength and hearing. Your ability to propel yourself at almost limitless speed. To the natives of the land of Equestria, your abilities will undoubtedly be strange to them, but in time they will accept you.

Your powers will come from the rays of Equestria’s yellow sun, that along with the moon, is controlled by two governing princesses. Much like our own beloved King Sol-Ar had for Krypton’s red sun.”

Inside the rocket, Kal-El was growing as any child would. He had grown from an infant to a toddler during his journey. It had been close to two months since the rocket took off, and now it was nearing its destination.

“As calculated, you will be arriving in Equestria after passing over the Arctic region and finally begin your descent into the atmosphere. This is the last time you will hear my voice Kal-El, until you venture forth and seek out your destiny in this world. Good luck, my son.”

The rocket quickly zoomed over the colorful planet’s northern pole and deployed 3 crystals that fell towards the planet. Soon, the spacecraft began facing south as it slowed down it’s speed began its descent to the heart of Equestria.

Longtime residents of Ponyville, the Kent’s, were simple earth pony farmers living farther down the road from their long-time friends the Apples. Jonathan Kent was a darker brown stallion with a scraggy grey mane and green eyes. He had the cutie mark of a wheat grain. and his wife, Martha, was a pale orange pony with grey mane showing of age and two dark brown eyes. Every season, Jonathan would plant grains and potatoes to harvest in order to sell his produce in the Ponyville market. It wasn’t a luxurious lifestyle, but it payed the bills and kept him and his wife fed.

Jonathan and Martha were just returning from the Ponyville after selling all they brought to market that day. The couple were cruising along in their jalopy, happy that today was a huge profit. As Jonathan drove towards his home, Martha asked him, “Jonathan, do you think one day we can adopt our own filly or colt?”

Jonathan was taken a bit surprised by this. “I’m not sure Martha”, some sweat dripping down his neck. “What’s on your mind that brought this up?”

Martha looked off towards the fields and said, “I was visitin’ with Granny Smith yesterday, and watched her youngest grandfilly, Applejack, running along in the fields. You know we aren’t gettin’ any younger, and someday nopony will be there to inherit the farm when we pass on.”

Jonathan knew what she was trying to get across, that the couple was missing something in life. Since they had learned Martha couldn’t have any colts or fillies of her own, the Kent’s knew that maybe through the grace of Celestia, they could one day adopt their own little pony.

The couple remained silent as the jalopy came across the Kent Farm. Acres of grain as far as the eye could see. Jonathan could hear some kind of sound over the noise the engine gave off. He slowed down the speed, trying to figure out what the sound was. “Could it be some pegasi flying by?” he thought. “No, Pegasi don’t make that sound”. He knew something was out of the ordinary, but couldn’t place his hoof on it.

The jalopy continued it’s pace. Suddenly, a flash of light crossed the road in front of them and hit the ground hard. Jonathan pressed on the brakes as hard as he could while his wife screamed. They swerved and stopped before reaching the grazing marks left on the road.

“Martha, are you alright?”, Jonathan asked.

Martha put herself together and responded, “Yes, I was just caught by surprise. What was that?”

The couple looked on to see that scorch marks blazing the road in front of them. Jonathan exited his vehicle to further investigate with Martha following close behind him. When they reached the marks, Martha looked over to the fields and said, “Jonathon, look a this”.

Before them was a charred path to a crater in their field. Jonathan walked over to the fiery mound, curious as to what he was looking at. He took slow steps as he got closer and closer. Nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw next.

It was a strange craft that glittered like diamonds as the sun’s light shone upon it. The object looked like a something out of fairy tales, it was unreal.

“I’ve never seen anything like this. Do you think this one of those experimental probes from Canterlot? It might’ve crashed here” Martha asked.

“If it was, it would’ve had some kind of magic that stopped it from crashing on in the field” Jonathan said.

“Could this be like that thing they found in Rosewell, New Marexico?”

“Not sure, I’m going to get a closer look.” The farm pony was then right next to the craft, with his wife watching from a small distance. He saw there was some kind of opening on the side of craft. He placed his hooves on top of it and pushed down on it. Quickly, the panel slid inside the rocket to reveal it’s precious cargo. Jonathan looked into the compartment to see a tan, black-maned Earth pony colt sleeping peacefully inside of the rocket.

Jonathan turned around and said, “Martha, you’re not going to believe this”.

Martha made her way to her husband. She looked inside and couldn’t believe her eyes. “For years, I’ve hoped and wished a day like this would come true”. Tears were coming out of her face as she smiled towards her husband. The little colt was beginning to wake up. As his eyes began to open, he saw the two earth ponies who were watching him. The colt tried to crawl out of craft, only to have Martha carry him in her hooves.

The Kent’s watched in wonder as the colt became comfortable in Martha’s hooves. He quickly dozed back off to sleep and became silent.

“Martha, I believe you’re right. We should adopt a colt of our own”, Jonathan said, “But how are we going to explain him to anyone else?”

“We could say he belonged to a cousin of mine in Baltimare, and was recently orphaned”, Martha said.

“That could work. But what are we going to name him?”

“Clark. I’ve always liked that name.”

“Alright, let’s get him home before sun goes down. I’ll pick up this whatever he came in and put it in the barn. Well Clark, welcome to the family.” Jonathan said as he put his hoof over the sleeping colts head and they all walked towards the jalopy.

Chapter 2: What Tomorrow Brings

The sun was rising over the farm from the east. It’s rays of light coming down on the wheat fields making its way to homestead of the Kent’s. Like a sea of gold, the wheat field was so vibrant in the mornings as it welcomed the new day with a gorgeous shimmer.

On the stretch of road that passed through the fields was the Kent farm. Standing past the entrance was the home of the Kent family, It was an older style building with a porch that welcomed any who entered the two story frame. Past the house was great red barn that kept the Kent’s various animals and tools. While Jonathan would tend the fields, his wife Martha would tend to the chickens and pigs that lived inside the barn.

Up in his room, Clark was getting out of his bed, with his jet black mane in a complete mess as he walked towards the dresser mirror. He looked at himself and decided to walk towards the shower to get ready for school.

The dark tan colt picked up his towel and walked down the hallway and made a left at the creaky door. After a couple minutes, the sound of water running could be heard inside the bathroom. When Clark finally emerged, his black mane was now tidy and his whole body felt refreshed.

Following the smell coming from the kitchen downstairs, Clark grabbed his saddlebag and passed the mirror again. He stopped to look at his cutie mark, an ink quill with a piece of paper behind it. He remembered when he had gotten it two years ago, while writing a paper during class. It was considered very rare for a colt to get their mark at that age, let alone one that covered something as writing. From that point on, he was given the nickname Pen. Many of his own friends were still earning their cutie marks everyday.

In the kitchen, Clark found his mother setting the table for breakfast and his father sitting down drinking his coffee. He sat down next to his ‘Pa’ and looked down into the bowl his mother placed down. It was oatmeal with bits of apple in it.

Without hesitation, Clark started eating his breakfast and said, “This is delicious Ma!”.

Martha looked at her son and said, “Thank you Clark, you can stop by and thank Granny Smith for the fresh apples on your way to school”.

“I will!”, he responded after swallowing down some more oatmeal. He kept eating until his bowl was completely empty, “Ok, I’ll be going. Bye Ma! Bye Pa!”. Clark headed out the door and started walking down the road to Ponyville.

After Clark left, Jonathan looked at his wife with a smile. “He’s growing up so fast”

“Just think, It’s only been seven years since the day we found him in the fields. Everyday has been a new adventure for us”, Martha reminisced.

“But Martha, I’ve been thinking lately and I’m beginning to wonder if he’s a normal pony like us”. Jonathan took another sip of his coffee.

“Jonathan, he’s just like any other colt. He just happened to get his cutie-mark early that’s all”

“Martha. He fell from the sky. No one knows who his real parents are”.

They both looked at each with remorse as silence filled the room

As the sun started to come out, Clark could feel himself more energized with each step he took. He walked along the path and saw that the  grain fields were ending and the apple fields starting.

Clark continued walking until he saw his friend Applejack carrying a stick with what looked like a blanket tied at the end.

“Hey AJ! What do you have there?”, the Clark asked his friend.

“Ah’m gonna to travel to Manehatten and be a city pony!”, the orange filly said.

Clark was confused, “Manehatten? You’re leaving now? Applejack why are you leaving now all of a sudden?”. He knew Applejack more than anyone, this was completely out of her personality.

“Ah wanna go to the city and live with my aunt and uncle Orange. I want to go where everythings new. Why do ya ask, Clark?”

“AJ, I don’t think it’s such a good idea to leave all of a sudden. Granny Smith and Big Mac are really going to miss you and well”, Clark had to blatantly state it, “today is a school day”.

Applejack seem to be caught off guard by this completely. She nervously said, “Ah forgot bout that detail I guess. Would ya mind tellin’ the other ponies that I moved to Manehatten then?”

“It’s not a problem AJ. I guess I better get going now! Good luck in Manehatten, I hope everything works out”

“Thank ya Clark!”

The two young ponies parted ways through the road as Clark made his way into town. He could see ponies of all sizes making their way to Ponyville’s various shops and restaurants. Having to pass through the streets of his hometown, he made it to the schoolhouse where he could see others making it to class.

Clark walked into the classroom and sat next to a white unicorn filly named Rarity. She was another one of Clark’s friends. Unlike Applejack, Rarity was much more into fashion and other things fillies like. At times when she was having a tough time, Clark would go to comfort her, since thats the least he could do.

As every desk in the classroom was seated, their teacher called roll.

“Bon-Bon”

“Here!”

“Cheerilee?”

“Here!”

“Pen?”

“I’m here ma'am”, Clark said.

“Rarity?”

“Present”

After calling down the roll, the teacher asked, “Do any of you know where Applejack is?”

Clark raised his hand and said, “She went to live in Manehatten with her Aunt and Uncle”. The classmates behind him were already talking amongst themselves at the news.

“So Applejack has moved away”, the class could hear the teacher mark out a line on her attendance sheet, “So remember students, tomorrow night is the school play. I’m very excited to see how this turns out”

Clark looked over to Rarity, “Are you all set for tomorrow?”

In a distressed voice, she said, “No. The costumes aren’t ready”

Clark looked over to the side of the classroom and pointed, “Those look ready to me”. On the wall were several hoofstitched costumes of food.

“Oh Pen you wouldn’t understand! Those costumes I made were just ‘nice’. I NEEEED them to be dazzling and spectacular”, Rarity said.

“I guess I wouldn’t understand, then”, Clark guessed he’d never understand Rarity’s need to make everything so overdramatic. He look forward and said “I think we better get out our notes, the teachers writing stuff down on the board”.

Class had begun.

“I don’t think it’s time we tell him”, Jonathan said. This conversation had lasted longer than both of them had expected in their kitchen.

“But It’s not right to keep it from him”, Martha’s persistence was starting to wear on Jonathan. They rarely ever have discussions about this subject, believing that if they avoided it nothing would come from it.

Jonathan gulped before his next words, “Martha, I’ve noticed something about him. He hadn’t gotten sick in the seven years we’ve had him. You can say he has a good immune system, but he’s never shown symptoms of having anything. Somethins tellin’ he isn’t a normal colt like how we thought”

Martha said, “And this is the kind of reason that we should tell him. We can’t just keep putting him in the dark until something bad happens to him”. Martha was almost tearing up at the thought of her little colt being in some kind of trouble he couldn’t handle.

Jonathan finally gave in, “Alright, I’ll tell him tomorrow after I’ve finished with the fields. Nothing too important is happening”. He got closer to his wife and embraced with a hug and told her, “Let’s just hope he can handle the truth”. He let go of his wife and walked over to the back door. He placed his old tan hat on his scraggly brown mane and headed out.

After finishing the math problems the teacher put on the board, Clark looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was around 3:00 Pm, he only had 30 more minutes until class let out. He heard a noise from behind him.

Clark heard a whisper say to him, “Hey Pen”. He turned back slightly to see it was another pony he knew, a fuschia filly named Cheerilee. Trying to be as discreet as possible, Cheerilee asked, “What did you get for ‘#4’?”.

“Um, Cheerilee. I don’t think you should cheat?”, He tried to make that come out smoothly.

“Geez Pen, It’s not like I’m gonna be a teacher or something. Just tell me what ‘#4’?” Cheerilee said with a small smirk.

Clark reluctantly looked at his paper and whispered, “It’s 27”. He faced forward, hoping the teacher in the front wasn’t looking. The sound of a pencil making 3 marks behind him assured him that Cheerilee heard him.

“Thanks Pen”, He heard from behind him.

Feeling somewhat drowsy, Clark placed his head over the desk and just tried to think about absolutely nothing. He could feel himself go into black for only an instance.

“Pen!”, Clark raised his head up to see his teacher standing to the side of his desk. “Pen, is everything alright? You never fall asleep in class.”

Clark rubbed his eyes a bit and said, “Oh I’m fine Miss. I don’t know what happened. I just sort of laid my head down and blacked out”.

“Well, take care Pen. Class let out 5 minutes ago”, As the teacher pointed to the clock that read 3:35 Pm.

“Oh, I guess I’ll get ready”, Clark put his saddlebag back on and headed out the door. “Goodbye miss!”. He waved as he passed through the door.

Still a little groggy from his nap, the outdoor sunlight was overwhelming for Clark at first. In a couple seconds, his eyes adjusted and could see a lot better. He walked past down the front steps and saw Rarity at the play practice. She was in the back watching the other ponies were rehearsing their routine. Clark waved and yelled, “Good Luck Rarity!”.

From behind the red curtains, Clark could barely hear Rarity, “Thank you Pen!”.

After hearing that, Clark started walking on his pathway towards home. Past the main street of Ponyville, he found the stretch of road that led to the farm. The black-haired colt made sure he fastened his saddlebag and began the walk he walked every day. After a couple minutes, Clark could see the gates of ‘Sweet Apple Acres’ and saw Granny Smith sitting on her front porch looking a little down. “Thanks for the Apples, Granny Smith!” Clark waved as he passed by.

Granny Smith saw him and smiled as she waved back to him. Clark then remembered that Applejack had just left this morning to live with her aunt and uncle. He’d probably go and talk to Granny Smith about it tomorrow.

Clark went along the path and looked up at the sky. He noticed something weird. Even though it was in the middle of the day with the sun directly above him, he couldn’t feel himself getting any hotter. First it was sleeping in class and now not feeling hot, this sure has been a weird day.

The colt finally made it to the farm he called home. He looked over to the east to see his ‘Pa’ moving something in the shed. Clark made his way to the front door and saw his mother finishing some chores around the house. She asked, “How was school today, Clark?”

“It was normal except for a couple things. Before I met up with Applejack, she said she’s going to live with her aunt and uncle in Manehatten. I told the teacher about it when I got there.”

Martha said, “Clark, are you fine about that? She’s one of your oldest friends”

Clark said back to his mother, “I don’t think she’ll be gone for too long”

“Why do you say that?”, Martha questioned further.

Clark said, “Well, It’s Applejack. All she’s ever known is Apples, not the big city”

“Did anything else happen?”, Martha asked.

“Well, I happened to fall asleep at the end of class today and when I was walking home, I didn’t feel hot at all. It was weird”, Clark said.

Martha looked a little worried. “Well, I’ll make sure you get a good night’s sleep after dinner, Ok?”

“Ok, Ma”, Clark said to his mother as he ran upstairs to his room.

With the back door opening, Jonathan came in through the kitchen and said, “Did Clark just get here?”

“Yes” Martha said to her husband, “Do you think you’re ready to tell him tomorrow?”

Jonathan took off his hat and took a deep breath, “I hope that I am, I’ve been trying to think of the words to say to him all day”.

Martha gave Jonathan a kiss on the cheek and told him, “I’m sure whatever you say will get the job done”. She moved past him and went off to finish her chores.

To Jonathan, tomorrow was a big day. But what he didn’t know, is that it would be bigger than he would’ve ever imagined.

Chapter 3: A Day That Won't Go Forgotten

It was quiet in the Kent home this evening. Clark had already gone off to school and Jonathan was working in the fields. Martha was sitting in the living room where she was reading the newest issue of Equestria Daily, the most popular newspaper from the busy city of Metrotpolis. The front page read: “Magic School Entrance Exams Today”. It didn’t seemed to spark her interest. She turned the page again. This article caught her attention.

“Mystery in New Marexico

written by Icy Shakes

Fifty years ago, the ponies of Roswell, New Marexico had a strange incident that none of them will ever forget. As many witnesses claim, they saw what was described as a large craft crash land near their town. Very soon after the event, Princess Celestia’s Royal guards were on the scene keeping all civilians away from the site as they investigated what was going on. What really went on during the investigation is only known to those royal guards, which gathered all evidence of this said crash up to Canterlot. After many days, the Royal Guard released a public statement that the object that landed in Roswell was a failed wind tracker made by Cloudsdale engineers.

As the years passed, many rumors surfaced about what was found at the site. Rusty Cage, the local rancher that discovered and reported the incident, claims that the object he found looked nothing like Cloudsdale could’ve been making. He stated that what he saw looked like a large round-tipped machine that had strange unfamiliar markings that weren’t of any language he knew of. When he had approached the object more closely, it had a large hole in the middle of it and a bright light coming out of it. Cage then hurried off to report this to the authorities, which later took him in for questioning. Although the royal guard disregards it, Cage stands by his testimony.

This claim soon became controversy as it implied a “Royal Cover-up” by Celestia’s Guards to hide any evidence that they withheld an unknown craft from the public. The claimed wreckage was never seen again since it’s recovery from Roswell, having officials state that it was returned to the undisclosed and nameless engineers from Cloudsdale.

At the end of this all, we look back at this as either some sort of conspiracy pulled off by the Royals or a hoax claimed by a farmer. Whichever may be the case, this event has sparked an unusual interest with ponies all over Equestria which has many looking for more instances like Roswell. Although none of the reports from these ponies has provided any results, supposed claims that other so-called crafts have been sighted in Whitetail Woods, Baltimare and Ponyville. One such instance near Baltimare was recorded by amateur.....”

Martha couldn’t read anymore. Her mind filled up with thoughts about how she and Jonathan found Clark. If the Royal Guards find out about Clark, will they take him away? Could there possibly be ponies like Clark inside craft? She put her hooves over her face and began crying. She didn’t want to believe that the colt she raised could be taken away from her and sent to some secret Canterlot base where he’ll never be seen again. Sitting in her chair, the tears rolled off her face. She knew she had to stay strong, that whatever happens must happen for a reason.

Martha put down the newspaper and walked over towards the backdoor. She just had to stay strong. The orange mare got ready to tend to her animals. She walked out the door, believing that things will work out.

The bell rang as the students were leaving the schoolhouse. Clark put his books and notes back into his saddlebag as the teacher came by.

“Pen, do you feel any better from yesterday?” the older mare asked her student.

Clark had actually felt better than ever today, despite feeling strange the day before. He put on his saddlebag over his back and said, “I feel way better today, ma'am.”

“Well, that’s good to hear”, his teacher said as she went back to her desk to tidy things up.

He trotted up to the door and saw his white unicorn friend waiting for him. He knew what was coming next.

“Pen. Do you think you could help me making the new costumes over at my house?”, she was smiling as big as she could, knowing that Clark couldn’t say no to a friend in need.

“umm... sure”, Clark said reluctantly after hearing that she was making all new costumes for the play that was later that night. Even though his Pa had something planned for later today, he knew that if he explained later it would be ok.

“Oh! Thank, you thank you, thank you, thank you Pen! You have no idea how much this means to me!”. The two young ponies began walking to towards Rarity’s carousel shaped home that wasn’t too far off from the school.

When they came up to the mailbox, Clark could see the carousel-shaped house. He’d never really been inside before. Rarity picked up the doormat and took the key that was right underneath it. The unicorn filly unlocked the door and led Clark inside. It was very fancy inside, like as if the interior was made by a Canterlot artist.

Rarity placed down her saddlebag and picked up a couple things from a table. She made her way towards Clark and said, “Pen, If you’re going to be my assistant for this. You have to at least look the part”.

“Look the part?”, what did Clark get himself into. She couldn’t be serious. Clark placed down his belongings and asked, “What do you mean by that?”.

Rarity chuckled a little, “Just let me tidy you up before we can start.” She sat Clark down in a nearby chair and pulled a comb from her things. Clark decided to relax, knowing that Rarity wasn’t one to say no to in these kind of situations. She started fixing up the colt’s black mane until it was tidy and neat. Next, the white filly placed a pair of black framed glasses on Clark.

“There we are, now you look perfect to be my assistant”, Rarity said. She gave him a mirror and waited to see his reaction.

Clark could see himself looking entirely different. His usually messy mane looked refined as it was slightly stylized to the left, it looked more business-like than what he was used to. He could see his blue eyes through the lenses. “This looks.... nice. A little nerdy, but nice”.

Rarity smiled as she trailed off into her workroom. The “fancy” colt followed his friend into a room full of various fabrics and sewing machines. She stopped a table in front of her that had many designs of costumes on them. Clark asked, “So what exactly did you need me to do?”.

“Can you bring me different materials and tools when I ask for them?”, She asked with a smile.

“Sure”, Clark said as he waited next to Rarity as she began to take a couple of designs to a nearby sewing machine. He watched as the filly began working on the brand new costumes. After a couple minutes, Clark’s eyes began to wander around the room. He saw many dresses that Rarity made, if he didn’t know any better, he probably would’ve thought they were made by professionals.

“Pen, I need the green fabric please”, Rarity ordered. Clark trotted to the piles of fabric laid about. After selecting the right one, he quickly grabbed the fabric roll and placed it on Rarity’s desk.

“Is there anything else you need?”, the assistant asked.

Rarity laughed a little, “Pen, you look like an entirely different pony now. It’s a little funny”. She continued on with her work, “But I don’t need anything at the moment”.

Even more minutes passed until, Rarity need something again. “Can you get me the red scissors?”

Clark carefully retrieved said scissors and placed them in Rarity’s reach.

After many about an hour of work, Rarity finally decided to walk away from her sewing machine. Clark was getting a little bored till he could hear something strange, like the sound of flapping wings. “Hey Rarity, can you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Clark could hear even more wings flapping, but couldn’t see any. Maybe the noise was coming outside. “Nothing, Rarity. Hey, can I go get some fresh air?”

“But of course Pen”, the unicorn said as she was drinking some water. Clark walked outside of the house and tried to look for anything that could be flying nearby. Past the trees, in the bushes and in the skies, he could see nothing. There had to be something making that noise. He aimed his ear towards the sky and tried to listen in on anything going on. He could hear something, something more than wings flapping. It was voices.

One was the voice of a colt saying “Nice going, Clutzershy! They oughta ground you permanently!”. Clark could continue to hear the colt to laugh as another colt was saying, “My baby brother can fly better than you!”. He could hear these two colts go on as he also heard what sounded like a whimpering sound. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t good. It sounded like as if those colts were bullying someone, but where were they?

Soon he could hear another noise whiz around from the same direction as the voices. “Leave her alone!”, a voice which sounded like a filly said. Someone was standing up for the pony being bullied.

“oooh what are you gonna do? Rainbow Crash!”, one of the colts said.

“Keep making fun of her and find out!”, the filly yelled as loud as she could.

This was getting too weird. Clark had been listening in on this for a while, but still couldn’t see anypony around. He decided maybe he could just ignore it and maybe it’ll go away. As soon as he was going to open the door, something had slammed the door open, which hit Clark right in the face. When he opened his eyes, he could see Rarity screaming and moving really fast with a bright light coming out of her horn.

“Rarity! What's going on!?”, Clark yelled as he saw his friend move out of his sight. He ran after her, but to no avail. She was moving too fast. This worried him, nothing like this ever happened. “If I just keep moving in the same direction she was going, I’ll find her”, Clark thought as he darted where he last saw her.

“What do ya have in mind?”, He could hear those voices again. Clark was getting tired and just couldn’t keep running much longer. He stopped and found that he was in a place he’s never been before, the deep woods. This wasn’t good.

The black-maned colt needed to know if there was a way he could get back. Maybe if he could find a road or a lake, he could find some help. Clark saw something large make a shadow above him. He looked up to see what appeared to be a swarm of butterflies making their way through the trees. Things just kept getting weirder.

BOOOOM!!

A large noise out of nowhere made Clark jump a little. What could it be? He looked up to see an enormous rainbow cover the landscape. It shook the trees and mountains as the wave of colors passed through it. “This was really an amazing sight”, Clark thought to himself. “Wait, how can I see all of this?”. Clark suddenly looked down and realised he was floating relatively high to the ground. He yelled as loud as he could, “HOLY MOLY!”

“How can this be happening?!”, Clark was beginning to panic. The tan pony was floating without anything holding him up. He felt weightless, like nothing was pushing him down. “Ok, maybe if I take deep breaths, it’ll get down”. He began slowly breathing, filling his lungs up with oxygen, each inhale getting larger and slower than the last. After exhaling his largest breath, he saw that the air he blew into froze, with small flakes of snow falling to the ground.

“Ok, someone has to be playing a trick on me!”, he reasoned. Since magic was the only thing he knew that could do something like this. “Come on out and let me down!”. Seconds passed as only silence could be heard between the trees. He looked at the rest of his body and saw no magical aura around him. “Could I be doing this?”. His mind full of thoughts, he didn’t even realise he was slowly descending towards the ground.

Clark felt the soft grass against his hooves which prompted him to knowing he was safely on the ground. He needed to get back home before anything else strange happens. He walked until he came across a clearing with fewer trees.

There, standing in the midst of many animals, was a cream colored pegasus with a pink mane like. She looked like she couldn’t be any older than Clark. Clark quietly moved towards the filly. He needed to know where he was.

None of the animals moved as the colt. Ducks, otters, bunnies, birds. Anytime Clark had seen these animals, they usually run from him. This time it was completely different. Clark quietly asked the pegasus, “Hello, do you know how to get to Ponyville from here?”

“Eeep!”, this spooked the pegasus. She hid behind her mane and tried not to look at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m just looking for a way home”, Clark tried to move in closer to the shy pony. “I’m from Ponyville”. Slowly, she looked up and made eye contact with Clark.

“I don’t know where I am right now”, She then looked up at the sky. “I fell here from flight camp, when a bunch of butterflies caught me”. She was starting to come out of her shell a little.

“Ok?”, a little confused on how some bugs could hold up a filly, let alone catch her. “I guess I’ll go on my way then”. Clark turned and started walking in the general direction he believed Ponyville was.

“Please don’t go, I don’t know where home is either. What if everyone is worrying about me? umm, can I tag along with you? I’ll be quiet... if you want me to”. Her voice was very nervous, shaking with each word she spoke. Clark couldn’t just leave her out here, lost in Celestia-knows-where.

“Sure, I don’t mind if you talk”, the black-maned colt stopped and waited for the filly to walk past the collection of animals that had formed around her. The animals the scurried off as they usually do once the filly left their immediate presence. Her steps were very graceful, like a deer as it passes through a field.

Clark looked up at the sun, it was falling west. He decided to go east, since his Pa had told him about the open fields that were west of Ponyville. The filly was very quiet as she trotted beside Clark.

“Hey, my name’s Clark by the way. But everyone calls me Pen. What’s your name?”, he asked. The young mare lifted her head, moving her mouth but no words coming out. Clark asked again, “... what's your name?”. She moved her mouth again.

“I’m Fluttershy”, Clark could barely hear the soft voice. She tried to avoid eye-contact by hiding behind her long pink mane again. Sure, Clark has seen some bashful ponies time and again, but this was probably another case entirely. He decided to probably keep quiet until they found Ponyville.

Trotting for what seemed like hours, the two ponies saw where the trees ended and a carrot field began. “This has to be the Carrot Family’s land. That means Ponyville is just that direction”, Clark pointed across the crops.

“Ok”, a whisper was heard.

They moved around the fields of produce before them and came across the road that leads to Ponyville. It won’t be much longer now. Their hooves were getting weary, Clark’s never had to walk this far before.

Fluttershy nudged Clark, “Pen. Is that Ponyville?”. In front of them was the little town Clark called home, the slowly falling sun shining across the humble buildings. At this time of day, many businesses were closing down. They could the ponies returning home from work through the streets.

“It is!”, Clark shouted, “We made it!”. He tried galloping, while also not trying to leave Fluttershy behind. They came into the town together. “Ok, now that you’re here, let’s find a phone so you can find a way back home”. Clark looked around, he couldn’t see many buildings open anymore. There had to be someplace open. “Let’s keep walking Fluttershy, we need to find somewhere that’s still open”. Past City Hall, he could see a shop with it’s lights still on. “Sugarcube Corner! The Cakes will surely let us use their phone”.

Clark led as he was mere inches in front of the door. His hoof barely touched the door as it swung open. All Clark knew next is that he was on the ground, covered in something moist and soft. He wiped the frosting off the glasses Rarity had given him to see what appeared to be some kind of pink THING in front of him. He could hear whatever it was talking a real fast, squeaky voice. Clark got up on his hooves.

“... and so that’s why I’m here getting a yummy cake for a super-duper special party I’m throwing for my family! It’s gonna have streamers and balloons and punch and...”, Clark could see this “thing” was another filly he’s never before. She was completely pink, with a mane and tail that looked like a tornado had flown through it. He wasn’t really listening to the words this filly was saying, they were too fast and her voice sounded like as if what little voice Fluttershy had was on helium. “.. I’m gonna go order another cake since the one I got kind of made a mess ALL over you”, She ran back into the store.

“I’m going to need a good shower after this”, Clark was covered in what he believed to be Red Velvet cake. He looked around and something was a miss, “Fluttershy? Are you still here?”. The bashful pegasus came out from a behind a nearby bush. “Ok, were you hiding from that pink filly just now?”.

“.. I saw something come out the door and hit you so I just tried to hide”, She said. “... are you hurt?”. Clark moved around a little bit to check for soreness, he nodded to show nothing happened.

“Let’s get in to get you to a phone”, this time opening the door very quickly so nothing else unexpected happens. Once inside, he could see the pink filly from earlier at the register with Mrs Cake taking her order.

Clark walked towards the back of the store to look for Mr Cake, he was usually somewhere in the kitchen. Coming out from behind a bunch of crates, the said stallion came out to where the two foals were standing.

“Pen? Why are you covered in.... Red Velvet?”, the lankey shop owner asked.

“That pink filly over there ran it right into me as I walked up to the door”, Clark explained.

“.... So is there any reason you decided to come to Sugarcube Corner?”

“Well, actually Fluttershy was lost in the woods earlier and she needs to use your phone to call someone”, Clark explained. He left the pegasus with Mr Cake, as he led her to the telephone.

Clark needed to get to Rarity’s house, maybe he could still get some help to find her. He dashed to the carousel shaped home where he could see Rarity standing outside with a large rock. “So she found her own way back. I need to be getting home too”.

He galloped down his familiar path going towards Sweet Apple Acres. “Just a little further and I can rest”, he thought as he used whatever energy left to get home and end this crazy day.

He saw the farm as the sun was finally setting. He’d never been so happy to be home. Smiling and still covered in a mesparents the door to stheirhis dad washing up afHeshing up his chores for the day. The colt said, “I’m back!”. Jonathan had came up to his son with a very puzzled look, he didn’t expect Clark to come home like this.

“Clark, go take a shower. I need to talk to you after that”, Jonathan said in a somewhat serious tone. “You’re not in trouble, there are somethings I have to talk with you about”. This was gonna be a long night.