Meep Meep Meep Meep
Whats that... damn alarm... Don't you know its sunday...
I'll just reach up and-
MEEP MEEP BAM
Your kidding me... Did that... Uuuuhhhgggg... Ok right foot first...
I take a step out of my warm bed into the cold and shutter.
Where's the light... Ok and-" Mother mmmm" .
My eyes are forced shut as the light pierces the dark in my head.
" SHUT Up Already" I scream as I stomp my beaten old alarm clock.
Great... What time is it...
I pick up the black radio clock and look at its bright red light.
" Seven fifty, time to eat"
I run down the stairs of my apartment to the teal fridge.
Ok got some milk, and some juice... Milk, Juice, Milk, JUICE.
I reach in and grab the orange jug. I stretch my arms over my head and reach over to turn on the radio. I am greeted by my favorite radioman Rick Stephans, apparently on the topic of the local weather.
" I know its been nice and warm out, but this humidity is killing me. I have to wring out my shirt every few hours or I'll drip. I mean whats up with that. Ok listeners here is Glad You Came by The Wanted hope you like it this morning"
The music takes over and I look at the clock on the far wall, above the counter.
Oh crap its eight o' six.
I run upstairs and change from my pajama bottoms into some jeans and a black polo. I brush my jet black hair before I head out for my late class at the university. I grab my special pocket crossbow and go. You'll find out why it is so special if the schedule stays how it usually is.
Its a great day, slightly humid, and sunny. I walk my usual route sticking to back alleys and anything that can get me to my class as fast as possible. I happen to add a little perk I discover by accident the other day and have shaped it into my own little design, new darts hehe. But I don't want to bore you with the details.
I am about a mile from the university when I hear what I've been expecting all along. A chuckle sounds from the far corner of the same alley as every other day. I see the same old flash of silver as I dodge a swipe from the same old knife.
" So McColt your still coming through. I would have figured I'd have scared you off by now", said Stephan Colman my, usual, foe with a glint of smug power in his eye.
This stupid ginger has been doing this all year, since I moved here. He is going to regret finding me here today. I happen to be in a bad mood.
" Yeah whatever Stephan now get out of the way before you become a test subject".
" Shut it Seth and hand over your cash, an toss in that stupid dart gun while your at it", the crimson haired maniac called to the other side of the alley.
" Fine, have it your way", I pull my pocket crossbow and load it with my "special" dart.
I take aim and-
The bold wizzes off of the small weapon and through the air. It hits my foe in his gut and breaks through the cheap layers of fabric. The ,special, bolt bounces off of Stephan and smoke comes off the tip, and off of the point of contact. He falls in a heap a couple yards away.
" You see Stephan I learned a little trick, from accidental experience, with a copper rod and a battery. You have been through the fifty watts, the whole life of the battery.
I lookat the pile of rags that was my foe and say smugly," Stay down before I pull another, or even a normal bolt".
I step over the fallen ginger and start out of the ally when I hear," Good one McColt, you know I've been trying new things also. I prefer curses though", his gaze darkens as I turn to see him, unfazed, and an invisible cloak of power is among him.
" I know your one of those brain dead Bronies so you may enjoy this," sparks formed at his fingers as I stared in horror of what he might say.
And at the same time I am filled with anger. He called the greatest fandom I know brain dead. He better watch his back when this is over. And when it is I will throw him to the police. Stupid Stephan... Thats all he is.
Ok, ok... Calm down. All he is gonna do is some stupid card trick.
" You are now cursed, will be sent to the world of many a mans dream. But the punishment may not look as it seems".
Sparks danced off his fingers and towards my shoes. I tried to flee but found myself unable to do so, as the sparks grew nearer. They came in contact and sped up, doubling their speed. I soon found myself completely consumed in white brilliance.
Whats happening! This is crazy! I'll get you for this Colman!
The sparks dissipate and I find myself in a white void, alone. I feel so light and delicate, but also bursting with power. My skin bursts with pain as I scream in agony.
The pain stops and I'm breathless.
" Hello", my only reply is silence.
I hear voices. I understand nothing I hear, but they seem feminine.
I try to speak but the words won't come out. So much confusion, so much... Nothing. I try to run towards the voices but all I achieve is running out of breath, I can't tell if I even moved. I take off my bolt bag and leather jacket and crouch. I jump to my feet, with a rush of an unexplainable sensation running through my limbs.
All stops.
I'm so, so tired.
"Oh Luna", I scream as I black out.
All I see is black... This sucks... I feel like I fell in... Jell-O... Wait, I hear... Girls... Hopefully...
" What do we do with it, it's so sad", said a feminine voice, light and sweet.
Another female voice replies " Ya it is, I guess we just bury it, not much else we can do" this voice being a little deeper, but so harmonic.
Oh crap! They're gonna bury me!?
Why don't my arms work, how about eyes.
I open them up-
" Aaaaaaahhhhhggggg" a high pitched scream pierces the air.
Wait thats my scream. Who gave me helium, and why are there ponies in front of me!
Both mares, both blue, and both shouldn't exist.
This is just some trick Stephan is pulling. I'm probably laying in that ally, knocked out. Mind tricks.
The sweet voiced mare, with a sky blue coat and snow white ,short mane is having a bit of a panic attack. She screams something unintelligible and dives behind the other mare.
The other mare is a deep blue with a golden mane that is almost to her hands, er, hooves.
She calls to the pony behind he," Calm down, its smaller than your head, whats it going to do" She looked at me, concerned," why did the poor thing scream".
Wait... She does look pretty big...
I take a look at my surroundings. I'm in some forest. About mid fall, leaves on the trees prove me right. But why aren't there and leaves on the ground? Not like I can see the ground. Why can't I move my arms?
I guess I only have two mares to ask," why can't I use my arms", I ask in my helium voice.
The dark blue mare's eyes widen slightly, while her friend, I guess, screams again and buries her face in her friends mane.
The dark blue pony, who I just notice to be a pegasus, answers calmly," well, you have no arms, just wings," I'm freaking out now.
I have no arms, I have wings, and feel heavy on one side. What kind of sick joke is this?
I may be smart, but I'm pretty clueless at the moment. I guess I'll just stick to asking questions.
" Could you explain, and could I get your names," I'm getting tired of referring to them by color. And I want to know what race her friend is, but she is still pretty terrified. She still hasn't come out from behind her friend.
" Well we found you out here in the woods, thought you were dead, and then you screamed. I am Star Gazer, and this is Avian Heart. And you are the only Parasprite we've ever hear talk".
Ok, I'm still pretty baffled.
" Oh, and you seem to be pregnant miss..."
I'm would be scared but that seems like an under reaction," What, first I'm a dude, and second, what do you mean I'm pregnant"!
She seems a little overwhelmed. I understand with the mare hiding behind her and me talking, and maybe with child, but she seems put out about something else. She approaches me and I feel a bit of stress relieved from my right side.
" Ok your not pregnant, but it seem you have pockets, two, in your skin," she seems to be a little confused about what ever she pulled out.
So... I have pockets... This cant get weirder... Wait their goes a dragon chicken... I was wrong it got weirder...
"What did you pull out of me", I call to the mare.
" You have some sort of bow with you, its awfully strange, but your size. Maybe your smarter than we thought"
Oh shoot... My pocket crossbow... I guess now its just a crossbow... Damn I only had two bolts left... A normal and my experiment... This sucks... At least the crossbow's built in quiver kept me from being a ten watt charred ball...
"Is something bothering you miss-"
"Please, you can call me Star", she interrupts.
"Ok, is something bothering you Star"?
"Well my friend- Avian you can come out now, he's friendly", I hadn't noticed that she had hidden in a nearby bush.
She crawls out from her shrub and trots over, looking at the ground. I can see now that she is a pegasus like her friend. And her mane is cut short to look like a birds crest.
" Whats your name", she asks, barely audible.
" I'm Seth McColt"
She lifts her head slightly as I say this, and peeks at me.
" Your cute", I can't help other than blush as she says this.
" Thanks, though I can't really help it, in this form I mean" I laugh a bit, which sounds strange with my helium voice.
This conversation isn't getting me off ground and I have no idea how to use these wings," Um could you lift me, I can't move my wings yet, and Star could you put that crossbow in my pocket please", I can't help but be a little shy around these, mares' they are sweet and kind, nothing like earth with its wars and plague, they are like a small haven.
I end up riding in Star Gazers hair as they take me to their home.
As I am here, wherever that is, I seem my whole life unfold. But here is what you need to know.
I lived in Indiana for most of my life and it was great for the majority. Then I hit sixteen and it became unbearable.
While I was young I was just another pale blond kid, who hung out with people who were like myself.
Then I had something to look forward to, I became a Brony. I found that large portions of my school was in the fandom and I rose through the ranks a bit. Life had become great.
Then, a week after my sixteenth birthday, everyone started to grow irritable.
So I coped with the show. It gave me joy and excitement. I got a job in fast food, learned to drive and got the hell out.
I wen't to Ohio and settled in. Got into the university and enjoyed my luxury of knowledge.
As I grew my wit grew sharper, my mind faster, my brain flexed like the muscle it was. Its what I have prided myself on, my wits.
Bullies, such as Stephan, started showing up. So I learned to make my own tools. I made my pocket crossbow and made bolts to shoot were it mattered.
Not to kill, to cause pain and paralyze.
Wait white to black. Whats happening! Oh shoot!
