Friendship is Alien

Somewhere, in a place very far away, and not relevant to the rest of the story, a master turned, enraged at his young apprentice. “You do not,” He said, his beard practically flowing with anger. “I repeat, do not ever just ‘let it go’ like that again. You have to disassemble your work with the utmost care. Letting that kind of energy loose can have any kind of effect, you could destroy lives, create storms of devastation, awaken slumbering gods!” Before him, the apprentice cowered, at a loss for words. “We will be returning to fundamentals! Until you can prove to me that you can do this job without endangering everything we stand for!”

The hero of our story, which is to say, no hero at all, lay on the grass on a bright and sunny day. It was nice, he thought. Where he had come from, there were very few times when one could stop, be still, and appreciate the "silence" that brought forth all the sounds that people always overlooked in their lives. Birds, chirping. Trees shifting in wind, rustling leaves. But it wasn't the sound that lead to a frown upon our his face. Dominic looked up at a sky that was almost too bright, filled with puffy white clouds that seemed too vibrant, curved and fluffy, almost like something out of Dr Seuss. What caused his distress was the feel, or lack thereof. He knew he was surrounded by grass, and could see trees in his left field of vision. But he didn't feel it, in fact, he felt a strange sort of numbness, and dizziness, but could not actually tell anything about the ground he was upon.

With an unusual amount of effort, he lifted his head up to see what was going on. Memories came back as the effort intensified his dizziness. Fear, then falling, and then a blank after that. Normally, he would have pushed harder to remember details, but he wasn't at his best right now. Considering that his arm was bent at an angle that didn't look good at all, and looking down at the lower part of his body, he saw a tree branch. Just as vibrant and unusual as the clouds above, jutting through the upper portion of his right leg, and an alarmingly large red puddle he was laying in. Now, Dominic considered himself a bright young lad, and considering his current blood loss, and severe trauma, he would later reflect on this thought, and be proud of it’s relative coherence.

“I have fallen into a bright and fluffy world, and am going to die by a tree stabbing me to death. Seriously, there has gotto be a meaning in that somewhere.” He let his head fall to the ground, listening to a sick sounding splash. “I suppose that’s not bad. Shock, because of no blood. So, no pain, right?” No one was able to answer his question, as he had simply asked it of himself, and he had already fallen unconscious. Fortunately for him, he had the amazing good fortune to land within the viewing distance of a certain canary-shaded pegasus with a pink mane.

Aforementioned Canary-pegasus wasn't quite sure what to do, to be honest. A strange thing had fallen, not only disrupting her plans to meet up with her friends later today, but had also unceremoniously thrown himself onto several large jars of jam that one of her friends had insisted she hold on to, for ‘The best surprise ever!’ Well, she was certainly surprised, and that feeling didn't alleviate as she approached the thing.

It looked sort of like some monkeys Fluttershy had seen once, but it was clearly something else. It was wrapped in several layers of clothing, some fluttershy could recognize, but others left her clueless. She snapped herself out of her current train of thought with a brief shake of her head. After all, the thing was very hurt and this was no time to be thinking like Rarity. Not only did it look like it had hit it’s head pretty hard, but it had a piece of wood running through one of it’s lower legs. And judging from the huge pool of jam it was laying in, its back would likely be full of glass. She gulped, even as she rushed to grab her first aid kit. She hated the sight of blood, but her strongest instinct, more powerful than her fear, was to help this creature pull through...

Dominic awoke slowly, which was odd. He was usually only groggy physically, his mind was always ready and sharp the moment he came to. But he was having issues processing what was going on. He had a headache. A bad one too, and he was thirsty. His back hurt really bad, and there was an unusual tightness in it. He tried to shift himself, wondering if he had wrapped himself in blankets. A short, small grunt, but no movement happened, but his back hurt. Moving was a no go.There was something wrong with his leg, too. It felt like it should be stinging a great deal,  but there was only a mild prickling sensation. Now why would his leg be feeling so strange? The image came to him, of the tree branch impaling him, sitting in a huge pool of his blood. He realized then that he wasn't in his home, his bed, or anywhere that he actually knew. He started to panic, but he got a hold of himself with some effort. Thoughts... He knew he wasn't thinking clearly, but panicking was bad. He knew that. There was a buzzing in his ears, and with some effort, he began paying attention to it.

It was voices! Females, or children, speaking. Immediately he tried to focus on the sound, trying to sort it out.

“Hurrf? Did it just bark at us?” He heard one rather incredulous sounding voice say.

“Ah doubt it, sugarcube, that don’t look like no dog Ah ever seen.” Another voice, this one with a country drawl. Where had he woken up?

Then another voice pitched in, and this one sounded far more bookish than the others. “Actually, it looks more like an ape, or monkey of some sort, look at it’s limbs. These here,” There was a brief pause. He tried to open his eyes. It worked, but everything was a blurry mess of color, impossible to sort out. He began blinking, and the picture slowly shifted into focus. “are hands, they use them to use proto-tools, such as twigs and the like. But these...”

The thing talking... It was, well, bright purple for the most part, and... Well, he had tried to come up with any way of explaining it that sounded less ridiculous, but there simply wasn't. He was staring at a bright purple horse, with a horn poking out from a darker purple and pink mane. A unicorn. Huh. And further beyond there were other brightly colored shapes moving slightly, but his focus wasn't out that far yet.

He was distracted from his attempt to focus when felt a small prodding in his uninjured leg. “These are wrong, they should look almost like its hands, but they’re just one, solid piece.”

The thing seemed to be rattling off points as if it had never seen a person before. His headache had a sudden burst of strength that made him wince as he tried to think through the idea that maybe they hadn't, as he had certainly never seen horses like this before.

“Uh, Twilight? Ah think you should step back from that thing.” Came the country voice again, as well as a rustling sound and wings flapping. A large blue shape beyond twilight shot up a few feet into the air. Dominic thought through the pain, and realized that odds were, it was another of these horse things. the shape was right, but with wings.

“Not right now Applejack, this is an entirely new species! I have to figure out how to classify it. Why would I step back? Fluttershy said it should be unconscious for another hour or so.” Came the purple horse’s voice as she came back into view. Names, they had names. That was important to Dominic, but he couldn't quite figure out how. Maybe he took a bump to the head, too.

“‘Cause, that thing is awake, and it’s staring right at us.” Came the first voice, and it seemed to be from the blue shape, which was indeed a pony with wings. The pale blue color a sharp contrast to a mane that was... Well, it was several different colors, done in clear-cut stripes. The purple one, Twilight, went stiff, and slowly turned her head, and looking at me. Yet another shade of purple, this time in huge, bright eyes met my own green-brown.

“...Oh.” She said, suddenly at a loss for words.

Dominic had to think fast. They seemed frightened of him, but he wasn't dead. In fact, he felt better (headache aside) Than he had when he fell. Communication was important, he had to be very clear and concise in expressing that he meant them no harm. He started trying to move, but other than some idly twitches, he couldn't. Slowly, he took a deep breath, and through a sudden spike of pain, expressed himself. “Hhrrg, orlf.” Around the pain, came the first completely coherent thoughts since his awakening. “Brilliant, simply brilliant Dominic, great job.”