Life's Discoveries

Chapter One: Good Morning

        The beginning of a fresh new day. Wondrous, no? Here you are, adjusting yourself, getting ready to finally obtain those oh so longly desired explanations, as I’ve promised.

        Only at 14, almost 15 years of age this all occurred for those of you in the cryptic future. May it permanently haunt me for my own heart’s sake, as I’m afraid my soul might have left me already. The wolves have made sure of that.

Note to you, from Jacob of July: With this you will find my own personal entries from the process of producing this text. They are scattered about.

        Shall we now read and relive?

        That new fresh day had lifted my own most positively glorious self out of bed at by far the most appropriate hour, 11 A.M. This typical teenager’s regular routine was out of place, for it was Tuesday. Time, currently being early May, made this even a bit more odd. Of course, this in reality wasn’t all that odd, for I was having a dentist’s check up just in a hour or two. Being a teenager, that just gives the perfect excuse to sleep in a tiny bit.

        So my body went through the clockwork putting on of clothes, taking a shower, and then as I would always do, the panicking brushing and flossing.

        Soon enough, I had flung myself down the stairs, ready to relax a bit before taking the ramble. After turning on the TV and console, the dogs started acting up, as I usually wasn’t the one to let them outside to do their bidding. They scratched on the door, marking the glass even worse than it had already been. You could hear a soft sigh come from yours truly, me knowing that somehow that would be entirely my fault when the parents arrived. I opened the sliding glass door, and gave a glimpse to the glistening mountains not more than 10 miles away.

Maybe my brother would blame me as well, just for fun. He always poked at me a little too much for my liking, but overall he was pretty OK. I eyed the clock for a moment. 11:50.

Where is he anyway? The guy usually got here five minutes earlier for his lunch break, I couldn’t imagine what he’d gotten himself into to make him more than a minute late. He hated his work, seemed to me that he would always take any time off he could get. Being curious, I walked to the front door and looked for his car, and there it was, just down the street a little, he was going quick though, obviously he knew he was late.

        And boom, there it was. The perfect balance of chemicals and matter that triggered it.

        There was a tinge of yellow on window that suddenly caught my attention. At first, I only dismissed it as pollen. But it grew, oh it grew. Then it glowed. I saw the red lights on the front of my brother’s car. The glow was brightening, from the level of a firefly to the level of the sun. My eyes were wide, I’m sure my brother’s too. Now I dove back into the windowless hall, still hearing the wind-like flow of energy surrounding my house. The unsure shaking of an earthquake started too.

        That sound got higher, sharper, ‘till it broke abruptly. The movement more intense, then it broke as well. There was a brief moment of silence, then the entire house felt like it dropped a foot, crashing a lot of picture frames, glass candlesticks, dishes, and other breakable things to the ground. And many of them lived up to that fragile label. The sounds of cracking glass kept occurring for a good 10 seconds at least. In this time I had closed my eyes, put my hands over my ears, and lifted a foot off the ground. My entire body cringed at the resonating noise that would surely bring my imminent death by the spilling of blood of my mother’s sharp words.

        The glass finally stopped falling all at once, allowing my ringing ears to recoup. Now the shattering was only occasional. My mind was finally starting to comprehend the absolute ridiculousness of what had just happened.

        I almost started walking, but at the last moment before putting my foot down it stopped as if on its own, realizing the glass was everywhere. Carefully I hopped a bit to the coat closet with the snow boots. Opening the door caused a magnitude of coats and steel-toed boots to fall onto my face. Thankfully it didn’t push me enough to knock me over, however I did manage to get a steel-toe to the cheek, leaving a nice big red mark there.

        The boots were extremely helpful, they were nice and thick, my feet didn’t feel a thing. My only concern then was the fact that falling over was now not only much easier with shards of slippery glass everywhere, but also much more painful.

        Then the scratching on the door started again.

Oh God, the dogs! I hadn’t even thought of them, they were outside, where the glass didn’t fall on them, but the huge amount of light might’ve blinded them. Slowly, my boots shuffled to the door to the backyard. Out of my upper peripheral vision the yellow glow was still there, going down though Firstly, I opened the door, but blocked it with my heavy footwear. I stepped outside, looking down at the two pooches, them looking back with an excitement in their eyes.

        As luck would have it, both of them seemed to be not blind at all, and they still saw just fine. Now with my important worries out of the way, my head went up to observe the damage, but that’s not at all what it noticed. No longer was the line of mountains there, instead many tall, darkened trees. I looked even farther up, and even with the glare from the now non-blinding sun, I could see one streak of contrast shooting up into the blue, a single, steep, sumptuous mountain.

        “Huh. I’m just gonna go wake up now.”

        I turned around, stupefied and utterly convinced that my mind had for some reason started dreaming about ponies. Heck, I liked dreaming about fiction anyday, but it hadn’t happened with ponies before.

        The door slid to the right, but I wasn’t confident in my assumptions enough to let the dogs inside with the glass, so I left them out. It was a nice temperature outside anyway.

Up the steps, all 16 of them. Down the hall, last door on the right, just like it still is. As soon as I was next to the bed, I flopped down on it.

If there was one thing that I had to be wrong about on that day, I would not have picked my dreaming idea, cause that idea rapidly proved itself very wrong to me when I flopped my body down.

Before I could think about reconsidering my decision in falling onto the bed, my mind had already done it, and this was very unfortunate for my poor arm. The lamp had fallen over, and the shade hid the many tiny shards of bulb that now were covering my elbow.

Predictably my body flung itself back up from the resting place, my vocal cords disapproving heavily of the newly implanted features.

The shards were tiny enough to not puncture deep, and all I had was just a few spots of red by the time I had rubbed them all out. After I got over that incident, I looked out my window again to look at the mountain.

There is no way in the world. It really just can’t be that. Come on, Jacob! What else could it possibly be?

Now my head was arguing with itself, but my eyes had already decided it. That, in the distance, looked exactly like Canterlot Mountain. It looked almost the same as it did from the nearby familiar town in fact.