And Then I was Twilight Sparkle

So, you wanna hear a story, huh? One about heroes, harmony, and the world being saved? Well, have I got a story for you!

It all started back in the ancient year of two thousand and twelve. Recently, in the peaceful world of Equestria, there was an ancient evil that had resurfaced. Its name was Discord. Now, I would tell you about how he was defeated by the Elements of Harmony, and his subsequent sealing back into the ancient statue that he had – but I already told you that. In fact, I told you that story so I could tell you this one!

As Princess Celestia, the wise ruler of the land, watched over it, one day she noticed something. One of her little ponies had disappeared. This pony’s name was Rainbow Dash. And so, Celestia had her faithful royal guard trace the magical signature of Dash, and find her. Except she had disappeared. Or was it Celestia who disappeared and Dash who tried to find her? I can never get that right. So anyway, after whoever went didn’t come back, the other Elements of Harmony had decided to cast a spell and follow her there.

However, it was all a ruse! Discord had sent the first pony to make sure the Elements would follow them to their, as he had already escaped. He had also split Twilight Sparkle, the Element of Magic’s, soul in half, depositing one half into a young man, and another into another, a few days later.

This is the story of that first young man…

So, where should I begin? Huh, maybe the start of my story should be a good idea. Yeah, it should,

My name is – or, heh, I guess I could say was – Isaac. I was an ordinary (if rather first-person-shooter- and internet-obsessed, as well as silly) boy, going to an ordinary school, with ordinary parents, an ordinary little bro, and an ordinary little puppy. I loved that puppy. His name was Casper.

But it didn’t stay that way for long.

One day, I saw an announcement on Equestria Daily that instantly grabbed my attention. It was about Princess Celestia, the ruler of Equestria from my favourite series, ‘My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic’. It had a picture of what I thought at the time was a hyper-realistic vector of her, but as soon as I opened the article, I was proven wrong.

It wasn’t a vector. It was the real thing. My mouth opened incredibly wide. I was gobsmacked. ‘But- I- how-’ were the first things to go through my mind. Closing my mouth, I shook my head. This was clearly just some elaborate prank.

But then, I zoomed down. My fears were confirmed as I clicked on and viewed the attached Youtube video – this was no prank. I put my earphones on and prepared for the video. But what was said… stunned me.

Basically, it was Princess Celestia and Princess Luna standing in front of podiums. Except, as I was about to find out, they weren’t exactly Princess Celestia or Luna. They were about to reveal a rather large announcement. And they did. I can’t exactly recall it myself, though, but I remember this is an approximation of what was said.

First off, Celestia stepped up to the podium. She said: “I know you probably do not believe me, but I am Lauren Faust…” Then, pointing at Luna, she said “…And this is Tara Strong. And I have something to say.” With this, she stared at the camera. The stare was rather unnerving; it was like she was looking right at me.  I shook it off, though. It couldn’t be, right? “If any of you find yourself to be Elements of Harmony, then you must come to New York. I need you there for a reason.”

’Hah, an Element of Harmony? I pity da fools,’ I smirked, thinking as I fell asleep, in my bed. As it turned out, Irony is a fickle bitch...

And Then I was Twilight Sparkle

Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fanfiction of the popular Television series, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. All credit for the show goes to the writer, Lauren Faust, the Hub channel, and Hasbro.

’Ugh… why do I have to always wake up so early? These are my thoughts as my mind stirs from its rest, preparing to go into my room. It’s a rather small room, all things considered; it only has enough room for a few square metres of carpet, a medium bed with a black blanket, and a small brownish study desk with a chair next to it.  ’Seriously, though, it’s rather tiring. Why can’t I-’ My thoughts stop for a moment. Why are the blankets on top of me too heavy to lift in one push? I normally push them down and off of my bed. Oh, wait. Actually, that happens a lot. So yeah. “Ugh, dammi-” Wait. My voice. Something’s wrong with my voice! It sounds more like a girl’s voice than my own! What the hay happened last night?

Yeah, I think in bronyspeak. Ya got somethin’ wrong with that? Take it up with me, I dare you.

Nah, just kidding. I don’t really care if you care about that. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, getting out of bed.

So anyway, I groan. My voice is still weird. Once more, I push up my sheets, and this time it succeeds, my uncovered body now facing my cupboard; a sliding door cream-coloured one.. I sigh, pushing myself off of my bed and sitting down on the floor. Putting my fingers into fists I ru-

Wait. I sent a signal to my fingers… but they’re not moving. What the hay is happening today? I try again. “Stupid damn fing-“ I stop, again. Okay, that definitely was not my voice. What is happening today? First, my voice is weird; second, I can’t move my fingers, and third… well, I can’t actually think of any third reason. Eh, I suppose I can turn my lamp on.

It’s a rather old lamp; it has a lightbulb on it and is in a china vase. It’s got one of those little things that stick out of a side that you push to make go out the other side. Like a switch but different.

I hoist myself back up onto my wooden bed, somehow not using my fingers (and for some reason, it seems to be higher than before), and go over to the other side. My hand reaches down into the crevice between my window and bed – it was put there for the sole purpose of reaching for the power point, but I occasionally threw other things down there – and- crap.

I can’t reach the button for some reason.

Straining, I push my hand down the crevice, and turn on my lamp, the light flickering a few times before finally turning on. The white plug remains stable in the Powerpoint.

But what I see in the crevice…

It’s not any kind of arm I’ve seen before. Or any colour of skin, for that matter. And, closely examining my arm, I pull it up. I bring my other hand up in front of my face. Or should I say, my other hoof.

“Son of a bitch,” I whisper. I think I know what happened last night. I remember watching that video.

And I think I need to go to New York, because, well, it seems I’ve turned into Twilight Sparkle.

But first, I need to check if this is real. Which it obviously can’t be! I mean, seriously, how could something like this happen to me? I’m just a fat, blondish Australian kid who likes eating and playing video games, as well as awesomeness and giant robots! There’s nothing at all notable about me! Nothing at all notable!

Okay, time to smack myself in the head. “3… 2… 1…” I say, and prepare to wake up…

OW! That hurt like… a bitch…

“Oh no, this is real!” I scream softly (bit of an oxymoron, sure, but you know what I mean). “No, no, no, no, no! It can’t be real! It can’t be…” I curl myself up into a little ball, the bed crumpling up a little from the pressure that I put upon it, and rock in it. “Can’t be real… Can’t be real… Can’t be real…”

I shake myself out of my stupor, and uncurl, still shaking. “Don’t worry, Isaac, you can do this… you can do this…” I push myself off of my bed, and try to stand up-

“Ow.”

That was the sound of me falling on the ground because I don’t know how to walk on four hooves.

I sigh, the sound of it being muffled by my grey carpet. I have a feeling that today is going to be a long day…