Right in the Childhood (working title)

by TacticalRainboom

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Human
Length: 182

It's been thirty years since I last saw Ponyland. It's been five thousand since they last saw me.

Basically, Hook but with ponies. And without Tim Curry. Sadly.

If I find a place where I can fit a Tim Curry expy in as a villain, I'll make sure I do.

The teaser is written in first person present tense. That'll probably become the synopsis or something. I don't yet know what kind of narrator I want to use, but first person does appeal to me here.

The cover will probably have Megan as a middle aged woman, even though this picture is what sparked the idea. I'm still considering having her body change into that of a little girl again when she comes to Equestria, but I think I want the imagery of a grown woman in Equestria instead.

This fic will need to strike a balance between how humorously out-of-place Megan is, the sadness of how it's been 5000 years, the fact that there's a villain on the horizon worthy of the really scary shit from Megan's time, and the sweet and innocent angle (see pic) that made me want to write this. Like Robin Williams, Megan should re-discover her inner child. Maybe a little faster than Robin Williams did.

Not much plotting has been done for this, to be honest.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-09 12:53:28 UTC

Teaser

I thought I'd never see this place again. It hasn't changed much, even though they tell me that five thousand years have passed in this world. I was just a little girl last time I saw this place, and nobody ever believed the stories I told them. I have a feeling they still wouldn't.

I clutch my locket, a very old and powerful thing. To me, it holds precious memories from a magical, secret childhood. To the ponies, it's an artifact from before recorded history, an ancient weapon of terrible power.

I stand and start walking down the path again, brushing my hand against a young tree as I pass by. The tree feels real enough even though its contours and colors are impossible.

For the first time, my heart-shaped locket feels heavy on my neck.

My name's Megan. I'm thirty-five years old. Dream Valley--I still can't help but call it that--needs my help. Everypony seems to think I'm some great heroine come to save them all.

All I want is to find a way back home to my daughter.