Crossing Anthology

Six days have passed, I grew tired and impatient. I was hardly able to stay awake from hunger and exhaustion. I wonder where is my searching going to take me. The next day I saw something, a planet, just about as lush and green as the Earth. I flew down at top speed hoping this would be it; this would be where I could finally find the rest of my friends. But then my jet pack cracked and snapped in half, likely due to overuse or from burning up in the atmosphere, the only thing bringing me down to this planet now was gravity, there’s no turning around, the only thing I could think was, “my friends had better be here.” I eventually fell far enough to get a good view of the land, seeing mountains and monuments. One mountain in particular appears to have a castle built on the cliff of it; I received another quick mental picture, this time of a rather small shack on a snowy mountain top. Normally I’d wonder what’s up with these mental pictures but my falling was more important, as I fell I hoped to land into some kind of ocean or lake or anything to break the fall. Falling passed the troposphere I estimated where I’d be crash landing, then WHAM right into a dark forest. About an hour later I woke up in mud, the whole left side of my face plating was blown off my head. I was spitting out blood and pinecone bits along with three of my front teeth. Had it not been for my armor, it would have most likely been fatal. I got up and limped my way around the forest until I saw a hut, there was steam billowing out, it was also surrounded by what appeared to be African inspired masks and arts. I knocked on the door hoping someone would be inside to escort me to medical attention. I saw a window curtain move and behind it was a very large eye. I then heard a frightened voice,

“Get away demon child! Turn back and frolic in the wild!”

I was surprised to hear her English. I replied,

“Hello? I need medical help! Hello?!”

Frustrated, I kicked the door and walked away. I then saw a forest path and walk down it. The paths led me to a less dense area of the forest. This could have led to society; either that or a friggin' grizzly bear was going to lash out at me, what with my luck recently. The path led me out of the forest, and in the distance, I saw a small town.

As I got closer and closer to the roads into the town, I noticed that the entire population is nothing but ponies. Multi-colored ponies, some of which have wings, while others have horns on their forehead, some others have neither. I walked down the road, as I did the expected happens; everyone looks at me with fear and curiosity. It was hard for me to really believe this was happening, I could’ve just been dreaming, or possibly on some strong-as-hell shrooms.  I continued to walk about, I noticed that their writing was also in English just by noticing all the posters,

“THE ECLIPSE FESTIVAL! 4 DAYS FROM NOW! DON’T MISS IT!”

I took a poster off the side of one of the buildings. I turned and asked one of the wandering ponies,

“Excuse me, miss? What’s this?”

“Why that’s…”

She was cut off by her attention towards my face. I then said,

“Yeah I know my face is all messed up, now what is this?”

I waved the poster in front of her.

“Darling, what has happened to your mane!?”

I thought to myself, “My mane? What is she talking about, I’m no pony.” Then I started to realize, it was my hair she was looking at.

“Oh, my apologies. I had a fall, into some mud and trees.”

“Well I can’t just let you walk around Ponyville, let alone the upcoming Eclipse Festival with that messy thing on your head!”

“It’s fine, really-“

Before I could finish my sentence she pushed me to a nearby building which she called “her boutique.” I went along and figured that it ought to be interesting.