The journal

Day 8.

I'm alive.

And thank god for that, because I was right, they can hurt me.

I walked into town, I was not sure how to approach them, but they spotted me long before I got close to any building. I don't know who started shouting, but someone did yell out, monster.

Big shocker.

And that of course made every little dwarf horse run around and screaming. It was almost comical. One ran into a wall, another flew through a window, and two others ran into each other. I would be laughing, if not for the fact they were scared of me and I needed help.

Not knowing what else to do I started to walk around, trying to make my movements slow, trying to tell them I came in peace. Luckily we spoke the same language, but that still didn't help the situation.

I don't know how long this went on, maybe ten minutes or twenty, but at some point someone told me to stop, so I did. Turning around I found myself facing six mini horses, all of them giving me the stink eye.

There was one purple horn horse and one white. Then there was a blue gay pride maned pony Pegasus, and one yellow one. Then there was a pink pony with no wings or horn, and one orange pony with a hat.

I'm not sure what happened after that, they called me something, then there was a big white light and everything went dark, again.

I must have been out for a while, because when I woke up it was dark outside. Thankfully I woke up in a bed and not in a pony jail or a human slave camp. I admit, I was kind of scared this would turn out to be a pony version of Planet of the apes.

Anywho, a big white horse came into the room, along with a smaller, but still tall, dark blue one. The white one was nice enough, she told me her name was Celestia and she was a princess. The blue one continued to give me the stink eye. Her name was Luna, little sister to Celestia.

We didn't talk for long, I'm tired and I think Celestia noticed. She didn't say anything, but I could feel she wanted me to rest. Before they left however they asked my name and a few other things like where I came from. They seemed just as shocked as me and came to the same conclusion as me.

I'm from another world.

At any rate, they explained the six dwarf horses I encountered shot me with some sort of magical bullshit beam and I blacked out. Apparently it was supposed to kill me or something, but since it didn't they decided to call in professional help.

I was told they meant no harm.... Sure...

We parted ways and they let me get some rest, even gave me back my things after seeing there were no weapons in my backpack. I was told we would speak more tomorrow so I guess I just have to wait until then.

Still hungry, need a good shower, but I'm too tired to care...

Mighty night.

Robin.