The Element of Light

A/N: This is my very first fanfiction ever... so I do apologize if the grammar and/or spelling is off. Like to give thanks to  Criticul94, Untitled01, RLYoshi and MeowthRocket for inspiring me to write this... hope you all enjoy it and feedback will be much appreciated

Chapter 1: A New Year’s Eve Revelation

10:32pm, 31st of December 2011, Cape Town, South Africa

Working late at a supermarket is not something one normally does on New Year’s Eve, especially if the person is still in his early twenties. Though Anthony wasn’t bothered at all, even though it was a matter of getting income for rent and food, he would always help out anywhere no matter what. Crazy is what some people deemed him to be, or as it would go in his country “Kak-Mal” but he preferred to be known as unique. He believed that everyone, no matter how much they try to conform to the society around them, is unique in his or her own way even if they denied it. He himself was unique in his self-sacrificing personality and his flaws in trying to see the good in everybody around him. He was always trusting of anybody, and that often lead to disastrous results the past, such as bullying or mugging from stranger, yet he would continue to be himself as he refused to become something he was not. Perhaps in spite of everything that has happened to him, this night was bound to be a night that would change the course of his life forever…

As Anthony was packing boxes in the storage compartment of the store, his employer Apollo Skin, a skinny Jamaican immigrant around 1 and a half meters tall in length, dark-skinned and dark-brown curly hair in the style of the late Bob Marley , came to him from the till of the shop and told him:

“Hey Anthony-man! Its thirty pass’ ten, I’m abou’ to clos da shop-man! You take a nice tip of me-man! You earned a lil reward for the ‘ew year-man! Hey-man, why don’t you go and party with da ladies-man!” said Apollo after gave him a pat on the back to indicate he has done enough for today.

Finishing up with the packing of the last box and sighing as he was very tired from working nearly 14 hours, he went up to Apollo to reply properly to him in a friendly manner saying:

“Mr Skin, you know I’m not a fan of those kinds of celebrations. Plus women today are not exactly looking for a guy like me” he said whiles smiling and looking at his Jamaican boss.

Laughing at his own statement of women, he realized that it wasn’t completely true as women did indeed find him attractive.

Being a man of nearly 2 meters in length, azure eyes, golden blond hair and well-built physic was a perk when trying to attract the opposite sex; but what he wanted was not what the eyes could see only but what was inside the person that made them unique and the majority, if not all the women in his life were completely shallow obnoxious spoiled-brats.

“Don’t you give me that kak-man! You a lady-killer, I know lot of nice lil ladies who would die to get a chance at your stuff-man!” Apollo exclaimed whiles showing off his two pure golden front teeth at Anthony, something that most people found utterly disgusting.

Anthony just shrugged it off and tried to retort kindly:

“Thanks Mr Skin but –“

Before he could finished, he was interrupted by Apollo shushing him and looking at him dead on with eyes of seriousness:

“Don’t you call me Mr Skin-man. You worked here since the beginning of the year-man! We friends aren’t we? Apollo be my name and helping others out to get work is my game-man!”

Anthony replied in all modest respect:

“Well it’s just a bit more respectful, considering you are my boss and all-“

Apollo began to laugh at this scene of chivalry and kindness, something that was of a dying nature today in this world... something he respected Anthony greatly for. He then wiped away tears after laughing and told him:

“Anthony-man! I know your dad taught you lot of manners when you were a kid-man! Wish my pappy did that too… but you must learn to let loose once in a while-man! I can see it now… beginning next year you be on top of the world with lot of buddies and a lovely lady-man. Well I just hope I’m there to see you with all the light that will shine down on all those who are there…” Apollo replied in a philosophical tone, as he always did give advice to his employees and Anthony was his favourite for his hard-working nature.

Smiling at this prediction Apollo made, he simply replied:

“I don’t know about that Apollo… but anything can happen.”

“Exactly-man! Now get outta here! I’m closing for the ‘ew year-man!”

Apollo said whiles scooting him away from the till and to the door and gave Anthony a fat envelope of money, something Apollo called a 'treat'.

Waving goodbye at his employer, Anthony's last words to him for the day was:

“Will see you in two days Apollo”

Feeling smug about his accomplishment at making Anthony call him by his first name, he simply laughed and waved back before walking in to his shop:

“See you in the ‘ew year-man! Hahaha!”

As he was walking out the shop and into the busy street of Long Street, he couldn’t help but notice all the clubs and bars packed filled with people who were either older or younger than him. Anthony was not against parties or any form of celebration at all, in fact on a few occasions he would accompany a few of his colleagues to any party that they went to, simply because they asked him to helped them out by being what they called ‘wing-man’ (support for getting women).

Though his main purpose for going was not because of this sort of act, it was mainly because he wanted to be of some help to his fellow colleagues (even though they didn’t consider him a friend at all, which in all likelihood was sad).

Walking back home to his apartment in the night he couldn’t help but notice how many stars were showing in the night sky. Normally living in a metropolis like Cape Town, where light pollution was high at night, the stars were few in number.

However, on this particular night one could see many if not all the stars and constellations up in the heavens. Shrugging it off as nothing more than nature being weird again, he headed off to his home… only to realize that he was actually very hungry since he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.

Going to a convenient store just down the road from his apartment, when he entered the store his choices were limited as to what he could actually consume. Another thing that made Anthony unique was that he’s a strict vegetarian, because his father taught him to cherish as even the smallest animal had the right to live a full and promising life hence why he refused to taste meat. After scanning the store for anything edible to his nature, he later walked out the store with some apples, grapes, a melon, peaches and watermelon slices (his favourite five fruits).

Once he paid the clerk and left the store, Anthony walked on back to his appartment until he suddenly heard a woman’s voice screaming. As the voice screamed again, Anthony tried to locate the source of the voice by running to a nearby alley. Once he was just a meter away from the alley, had the voice’s owner been confirmed to him as he saw what was happening.

A middle-aged woman wearing an old-ragged cloak had been cornered by three teenage-gangsters, each wielding a Swiss-army knife and ready to attack. Immediately running towards the group, dropping and ruining his newly purchased fruit,

Anthony began to yell at the group of gangsters:

“Leave her alone you bastards!” He yelled whiles running at full-speed to the closest gangster, ready to tackling him to the ground.

Looking at where the voice was coming from, they spotted him and smiled in glee as Anthony was running towards them whiles they had their knifes in their hands.

“Hey look guys, another victim!” said one gangster flashing his knife around as if cutting the air itself.

“You want me to kill you too asshole?” another gangster threatened Anthony whiles smiling devilish him.

The woman who was lying on the ground began to look up and pleaded to Anthony:

“Please help me! I am in trouble you see!”

As he reached the group, Anthony gave the gangsters one final warning:

“Get away from her!”

Laughing at his threat, the gangsters merely took a stance and replied:

“Try and make us boy!”

As soon as Anthony was in close range of the persecutors, he dodged the knife-attack that was coming to his left, disarmed the one wielding it and gave him a good right uppercut to knock him out. The remaining two charged at him from the front and Anthony was able to counter the closest one and subdue him, but the other one was able to stab him in his left arm before receiving a thorough beating from Anthony.

After he was finished dealing with the vermin, he turned his attention to the cloaked woman sitting on the ground watching the whole scene before her. As Anthony was about to reach out to her, he felt a sharp pain in his right arm and there he saw the knife wound that he had received no less than a minute again with blood flowing freely out of it. He then staggered as his consciousness was slipping from him and he fell to the ground with a his world coming to complete darkness, but before he could reach the floor he was caught by the woman who held him and told him.

“For saving my life when I was in need, I will return the favour with this deed.” she said whiles she was dragging him off to someplace unknown.

Yet before he could respond, he lost all consciousness as he was drifting  with his life slipping away from him.

Opening his eyes, he noticed that his surrounding was different to the filthy back alley where he lost consciousness. Instead he was inside a rather peculiar house, at least he deduced it was a house from the things he saw in it (windows looking out on the whole city, a bathroom from what he saw, 2 sofas in the middle, a kitchen behind him, a bed he was lying on but the most unique object in the place was a large pot with some concoction brewing in it).

As he stood up from the comforts of the bed he was lying in, he saw on the walls a number of old African tribal masks (either from the Sangoma or Khoisan culture of Africa) and he noticed that the pot was sparkling a number of different colours all at once (from red, blue, yellow and he noticed that the other colours belonged to the 7 colours of the rainbow).

As Anthony was looking deep into the pot, he heard footsteps coming from the kitchen and he saw the woman who he had helped earlier that evening. Noticing an old antique clock in the background that was showing him 23:30 (he had been out for 20 minutes only... which raised some questions in his mind such as why does his arm feel better now in such a short time, even though it was bandaged... or how was a woman of 1.5 meters able to carry a man like him here to her residence and not show any signs of fatigue?).

Though before he could deduce these questions, the woman before him spoke in a very kind voice of tone, giving her greatest gratitude to a stranger saving her life:

“I see you are awake, though move not so fast for your sake” she said whiles standing still in place right in front of him.

Looking at her and having multiple questions at the same time, the first question he asked her in a friendly but nervous tone was:

“Where am I exactly Miss?”

Turning around and sitting at nearby chair, she looked around at first before looking him in the eyes and telling him:

“You are in my temporary house young man, if you have any further questions I will answer them as best as I can”

Listening to her intensely, he looked at himself and then at her again before asking:

“How were you able to carry me back here in such a short time?”

Laughing at this question, something he was not expecting and started to get a little annoyed, she merely replied after a few good laughs:

“Your weight was no problem to me, I am much stronger than what you see me to be. My temporary house was very close to where you fell, though you certainly are light that much I can tell”

Noticing the same words spoken in nearly ever sentence she pronounced, he added yet another question albeit rude question (in his opinion):

“You keep saying temporary house, are you moving to another vacancy?”

Standing up from her seat, she walked towards a window over looking the city of Cape Town. Sighing to herself, she finally spoke after a few moments with a voice of seriousness and a hint of sadness:

“I am only going home tonight, home to where there will be an awful plight”

Looking at her in confusion, Anthony was could see in her eyes that she was worried for her home where ever it may be... Anthony knew that most African countries were in conflict either in civil warfare or in corruption. He mustered up enough courage to ask her:

“What do you mean by plight?”

Regretting what he just asked as he could see a tear from the basis of her eyes, she wiped it off with her right index finger and looked outside the window before replying:

“My home will soon perish, unless I bring the Light I will lose everything I cherish”

Looking down on the floor after she had spoken her words, he felt really bad for this woman and wished there was something he could do to help. Though before asking her what favour he could posibly provide her, he had to ask her another question that was bothering him:

“This Light you mentioned... what is it exactly?” he asked her whiles he sitting down on the bed again.

The woman walked towards him and took a seat on a nearby chair and spoke to him:

“The Last Element to save my world is Light, but in my world it was not in sight. It was foretold that if would be found here, and I believe I have found it in you dear”

Feeling very lost and confused over the new statement she has given him, he just looked at her and said:

“Hold on... ‘my world’ and ‘you’... what do you mean by those two statements?”

Smiling it off and standing up again from her seat, she walked to the front of Anthony and looked upon him whiles saying:

“Ah... you see if I told you now you will deduce it as lies, so I will show you the truth in front of your eyes”

He then looked at her with confused eyes, wondering what she meant by ‘the truth’, though before concluding what she meant, what he saw next was not what he expected.

She began to glow in an eerie light which surrounded her whole body, and it would seem that she was going under some kind of metamorphosis. The light began to intensify in a blinding manner, and Anthony could not help but cover his eyes and he was unable to see what was truly happening. The light began to dim, and what he saw was just a zebra with rings around her neck and she had a Mohawk hair style accompanied by large ring earrings dangling from her ears. Her right foreleg was also encased in rings such as her neck, and on her flank she had a strange spiral shape inside what appeared to by a drawing of the sun.

Anthony began to look around himself, calling out the woman thinking this was some kind of hoax. Then the Zebra began to trot forward towards him (the Zebra was one head shorter than he was) and then it spoke words:

“This is my true self yes, do not be afraid or you might make a mess” the zebra said whiles smiling.

Anthony was shocked at this and began to utter words such as:

“Woah! What the-!”

Backing away from the zebra as she spoke her words, Anthony tripped over the bed he laid on early and fell to the floor with some impact. Groaning from the pain he felt from the fall, he soon recovered as he looked with a shocked expression into the eyes of the zebra.

“Y-Yo-You are a talking zebra!?” he shouted in disbelief and thinking this was some sort of trick on his mind or some prank.

The zebra trotted towards him and placed a hoof on his shoulder before replying:

“As profound as this may look, the cover will not tell you much of the book” she said in a kind, almost motherly tone if one should call it that.

Anthony began to calm down when he looked at her eyes, there was something about the zebra's eyes that told him this was the truth. As he was calming down, he panicked again though after feeling the hoof on his shoulder and asked the zebra with  a suspicious tone:

“But how?! Wait... you said you are not from this world? Where do you come from really?” he looked at her whiles he tried his best to remain calm and rational... though he felt like he was losing grip on his sanity at this point.

The zebra removed the hoof and trotted to the pot and turned facing towards him and said:

"I come from the world of Equestria dear, a place where peace and freedom is so clear”

Thinking of the words just spoken to him and noticing the contradiction in her words to her earlier spoken words, Anthony corrected her whiles he was standing up:

“But you just said that your world will soon end, unless you bring back the ‘Light’... what exactly is the ‘Light’” he said whiles looking at her, noticing that she was now avoiding eye contact with him.

“Indeed I did say my world will perish without the ‘Light’, unless I can bring it back to help with the fight. Though the Light is not it to say, rather refer it as ‘him’ anyway” she said whiles her head was facing away from him, making it impossible for Anthony to determine what current emotion was flowing through her.

As Anthony tried to find a way to not make her feel any more discomfort, he realized that she was speaking of was not some mere object or force.. but rather something animate and by her words, it gender was male. So he asked her with a simple question, a question that he wished he had asked earlier had he known the impact of the answer:

“Him? Then who is he?” he asked her.

She looked at him with a small smile, a smile that showed a hint of concern in it (as though her answer may do more harm then good). She finally replied with one mere gesture to a mirror on the wall.

“Look into a mirror, and you will see him even clearer” she said whiles looking at Anthony, who was making his way to the mirror.

After he made reached the front, he looked at the mirror for a full minute trying to figure out who this Light was. Finding no answer at all, he sighed with defeat until a rather insane realization appeared in his mind. Looking at the mirror now with eyes of shock and to the zebra, he simply exclaimed:

“Wait! I’m the Light?!” he questioned her in a tone of utter shock over this revelation.

She was now truly smiling at this and nodded to indicate a 'yes' before replying:

“Indeed you are, the Last Element know as Light... the 7th Element of Harmony to win the fight” she admitted in friendly tone.

Shacking his head from side to side and waving his hands in the air, Anthony replied in tone of desperate denial:

“There must be a mistake! I’m just a regular human being with nothing to live for, even though I try to help others... what good will I be to a world that is not even my own, and why choose me of all people living? There must be better suited? More importantly, if you have come from another world, then why choose this world to find the Light?” he said after stating what he thought to be the obvious.

The zebra then reached out for an old looking bag, and grabbed a small tablet from the contents and placed it on the floor. As it was lying there, he noticed images of equine looking beings on the tablet representing zebras and other horses too. What caught his interest was the 3 images, one a dark horse filled with a moon insignia, another creature who looked like a dragon/horse hybrid and the third one... who looked like the strongest of them all, a pure black horse figure with malice-looking eyes.

As he was finished looking at the tablet, he looked into the eyes of the zebra just as she was beginning to speak again:

“A prophecy was foretold by my creed, that the Light will not found by the pony-breed. It will only be found by the Earth Realm beyond, where it will be spawned. After 2 great evils that would be defeated, a 3rd great evil would soon be added. The 3rd great evil would make the others look like babies, for its evil and darkness would destroy it sees. Acted I must,  to find the Light and bring it back before all is lost to dust.” she said whiles trying her best to hold back a tear coming from her eye, fearing for her the loss of her beloved home.

Trying his best to see reason in all of this, Anthony questioned her again:

“But how do you know I am the light?”

She simply answered him in plain tone:

“Seeing you fight those fiends without hatred or murderous intent, and seeing your wounds heal with haste after the event, I saw the Light flow deep inside you and noticed it scent. Should you not believe me, look at your cut and see” she pointed her hoof at his bandage.

Looking back at his bandaged cut, he slowly removed it and noticed that it was indeed healed (save for a scar that remained). Anthony looked up to the Zebra with shock and a hint of joy for the fact that she saved his life, he was truly grateful to her and would do anything to repay her for the kind deed. Though what she said about him, her world to be destroyed and about her claims that he is the ‘Light’ left him only a few questions to ask her. Even with these questions in his head, he had no idea of the name of the zebra standing before him, so he asked politely:

“What is your name, miss?”

Slightly blushing, she soon realized that she hasn't properly introduced herself to the man she claimed to be the Light. She then spoke after a few moments:

“Oh excuse me, such bad manners I have indeed. My name is Zecora, the zebra who is in need” she said in rhyme again.

Zecora... truly a unique name, he thought to himself as he was memorizing the new name. Anthony walked towards the window and spoke to Zecora whiles looking outside to the city, noticing the New Year celebration happening outside:

“Judging by your claims that I’m the ‘Light’ and that you are from another world, a world that is devoid of humans, and that your world will be destroyed if the ‘Light’ is not found... are you implying that I should come with you?” he asked her.

She nodded at his question, and replied:

“There are no humans in my home, only pony, zebra-folk and other creatures roam. To bring you into this world I must, or Equestria will turn to dust” she said in tone of determination and desperation.

Contemplating her claims, he thought it over in his mind if he should trust Zecora or not. He barely knew this zebra for no more than an hour, but he felt like he could trust her with his life. It was either her body language or her strange friendly aura that he felt when he first met her in human form, but Anthony still needed to ask:

“What makes you think I can trust you? I barely know you and you are already claiming I’m some sort of Light, let alone trying to bring me to some odd place” he looked at her trying to see any form of deception in her eyes and seeing if she really could be trusted.

She answered him with a pleading tone and not holding back a tear that was coming from her eye:

“It may seem hard to trust me at this moment, and if I brought you to Equestria it would be permanent. Yet I saw in your heart what you truly desire, and there I am certain you will receive it all... for I am no liar. Please I beg of you to help us win this plight, for you are the one that holds the Light” she said to him whiles looking deep into his eyes.

He was shocked over what he saw in Zecora's face, and felt really awful for ever doubting her. Though he needed to know one crucial thing though:

“Will you please explain to me what is the Light?” he asked politely, hoping it wouldn't make her even more upset.

She smiled at his innocent question and told him:

“Long ago in ancient time when Equestria was still in its prime, there existed an evil that was known as Nethermore who was bent on destroying everything forever more. Though came the one known as the Light, who sealed him to end our plight. Though he left specks of his evil to breed, the Light left behind the Elements of Harmony to his creed. Yet he knew his time was at an end, so he instructed a prophecy to his old friend. A friend who was not of his creed yet trusted beyond all, the zebra and his kind carried his words from the old to the small. A prophecy saying he would be reborn in a world ruled by what is know as man, where he would not know of his own plan. The signs would show of Nethermore’s return within 2000 years after his defeat, and 2000 years has now passed and Nethermore will return from his retreat.”

Looking at Zecora with bewildering eyes, he could see deep down that she was indeed pleading for help. Remembering what his father taught him about always helping those in need, even if it would hurt you in the process... rewards for the labour will always be presented to those who are worthy.

This made Anthony think of his current life and where it was going... where he had no decent friends to call upon in times of need, a dead-end career even though he has multiple other side-jobs and alone with no family to welcome him. He gave Zecora a glance and spoke her:

“What do I need to do?” he asked her as he was collecting his thoughts on tonight's whole revelation.

Zecora spoke as she reached to Anthony and placed a hoof on his shoulder again, trying her best now to comfort the poor man as he was indeed in a state of deep thought:

“As the Light in spoken legend, you will need to save Equestria along with the other Elements of Harmony that reside and you will need to learn everything of Equestria from far and wide. Living with the pony creed is also a requirement, as I’m certain that’s where you will be after a day’s retirement. I will also teach you of your inner power, for your magic level is near the top of the tower” she spoke in a rather reassuring tone.

He then wondered about 'magic' being mentioned, and asked Zecora:

“Hold on... you just mentioned that I have magic? Why was I never able to use magic?” he asked her expecting some long-explanation for an answer.

“This realm is devoid of magic to use for man, yet magic exists in the form of life and the flora clan” Zecora said in a 'this-is-a-common-fact-tone whiles smiling at Anthony.

He just smiled at her answer... though he was bothered by one thing that she mentioned to him earlier on. Bringing him back to her world, Equestria if he remembered correctly. He had to know from her whether this trip would be one way or return, so he asked her:

“Are you also implying that once I come to your world, Equestria... that I will never be able to return to Earth ever again?” he asked her.

She looked away from his eyes, before having the actual courage of giving him a truthful answer. She then looked up at him as he was standing up and said to him:

“Unfortunately it is so, the magic spell given to us from the Light can travel once to and fro. Once you enter, you will not return for worse or for better”

Anthony was shocked, not for the answer of not being able to return but for the answer that it may be a better world for him. He asked her in all respect, though he was trying to hind his skepticism:

“For better? How can I possibly survive in a world that’s not my own, let alone that I am a human and from what I heard you said... there are no humans in Equestria, right?” he asked her expecting no answer.

Instead she replied in calm tone: “Indeed no human exists over there, but I can do something for you to make it all fair. Changing you into a pony I can do, but you must decide if you want it so”

Anthony was now looking at Zecora with eyes with confusion and wonder, he knew she had to have some special powers... but changing others into something they are not... was that even possible? He had to know:

“You have the power to change me into something that I am not?” he asked her whiles he walked to the window and back again, trying his best to stay calm.

“No I can’t change who you are, that power is a reach too far. Only your exterior can change, into something else strange. The soul you are will remain, once you enter into my domain” Zecora replied to him, and sitting down on her flank as if she had said all she could say to him.

Taking in all of the facts that was given to him by Zecora, Anthony tried his best to not show any concern. Yet how can anyone stay calm after hearing such a story, and hearing that a world’s future is dependent on your very existence. Anthony looked up at the old clock and saw that it was 23:50, very well near to the New Year.

He walked up to her and went down on his knees so that his face would be on level with Zecora's and final spoke, giving her an answer that would change his life forever:

“I will go...”

Unable to contain the happiness she felt (being able to save her home and save her people) she released a river of tears and smiled at his answer. She quickly wiped the tears away and trotted over to the pot and gestured him to come over and spoke to him:

“You have my eternal gratitude! I will be your ally in this the coming war of great magnitude. Now we must make haste, we do not have time to waste. See that pot over there with the content? It does give off a weird scent. That is how I got here and will also come back, and that is where we shall also go to be exact” she said with pure happiness in her tone.

Smiling as he moved forward to Zecora, he then noticed that the pot was her method of getting back to her world, but how would it be his method of going there? The pot's size was awfully small for him to simply jump in... he looked at Zecora and said:

“Hold on... how am I going to fit into such a pot of that size?”

Laughing at his question, she answered whiles giving off a few giggles in between:

“My dear boy, do not think we will jump into that. We will merely spread it to form a path to Equestia back” she said.

Anthony just asked in response:

“Spread?”

Zecora smiled and said:

“Like so, be ready so that we can go”

As she finished her last sentence, she walked up to the pot and with her head she knocked it over one side so that the contents would all spill on the floor creating a rather unsightly mess. Though what happened next could only be described as magic, as a portal was forming from the basis of the mess. The portal looked like an oval shaped entrance to a bizarre looking passage filled with the colours of the rainbow, all spiralling in a one direction. It looked almost hypnotising, but what caught his interest was at the end of the passage he could see a bright light.

Looking back at Zecora, she smiled at him in a reassuring manner that it was save to go in. He looked back at the portal and thought to himself:

“Oh well, a new life and a new place... though I have to save it. At least I won’t be alone... I hope” he said to himself as he was preparing himself to do something either brave or something stupid.

Taking in a deep breath, he walked into the portal with Zecora coming to his side to walk along with him. As soon as he entered the portal, the portal began to diminish into nothingness and the residence they were in began to disappear also.

The trip in the portal felt unusually calming to his senses, he felt truly gentleness around his body as he continued further into the spiralling passage. He heard an odd humming tune coming from the surroundings of the passage, but the humming was that of euphoria to him. His sight was collided by a number of what appeared to be stained windows. Each representing ponies, though from the look of these ponies they were not the like he was used to. They were all in different abstract colours, contrast to the dull colours that the horses back on Earth had. The next thing he saw was that there were three different types of ponies, ones with wings and others with horns or nothing at all.

He then saw an image of two large ponies, one being pure white with a mane of rainbow colour (though it was blended with a pinkish tint) and another with dark-lavender fur and a mane which looked like the night sky with stars attached to. Though the one thing that made these two different from the rest he saw was the fact that they both had wings and a horn on their forehead. The next image was that of six ponies in a circle; he could identify two unicorns, two pegasi and two normal ponies among those six.

The one that caught his interest was the one unicorn on top of the circle, who had lavender fur and a mane with a purple colour with a stripe of pink running down the middle. Among the six, she was in his opinion the most beautiful pony he had seen. The others were consisting of white, pink, yellow, cyan and orange each with a mane that held a bizarre colour to them. What was in the centre of the circle was another pony who was pure white with a golden blond mane with white stripes running through it. Anthony was then blinded by what appeared to be light and it engulfed him, his breathing hastened every second as he felt his body changing from inside and out.

As he was about to scream in shock and fear, he was instead greeted by a voice... a motherly voice that sounded very similar to Zecora’s:

“Welcome to Equestria”