CHAPTER 1
Is was silent as the gentle, warm winds brushed overhead the purple unicorn known as twilight sparkle. She sat on a hill, under the scattered shade of a tree on a warm bed of grass, watching the sunlight dim down to an orangey red over the small town of Ponyville, rays of calm yellow shine illuminated the outline over a barely visible kingdom hanging over the mountain, known as Canterlot. Nothing, she thought can ruin a perfect moment like this. She picked up a thick book with her telekinetic unicorn powers and removed the bookmark. She had just finished her new copy, concluding her favourite series, about a pony investigator. He fights for justice, but not being able to “turn off” from his work, and slowly lost his loved ones as he immersed himself in a case of subtlety linked murders. But in the end, he pulled one, crazy heroic move and dies, putting the murderer mastermind behind bars. As twilight trotted down the hill towards her town, a single tear ran down her cheek, in commemoration of a character she had grown to love. nothing, she reassured herself.
As she made her way into town, she realised there are no ponies like her detective. Everypony was too happy, too wholesome. In a world where nopony was truly evil, nopony has truly malicious intent; true heroes were scarce, if there at all. Not that she had any complaints. There has been no war since the great “war of dawn” which happened over a thousand years ago. And even now, Princess Luna has come to deeply regret her actions. She leisurely strolled over to her house as spike came running around the corner, holding a paper in one hand with a worrisome look in his eyes.
“Twilight!” he yelled, now sprinting towards her, “letter!”
“From who?!” she asked as she met him half way.
“The princess, she says its really important!”
The princes? She asked herself oh, lord if its urgent and coming from her, this can’t be anything but bad news. She took the letter from spikes hand.
“thank you”
It read:
Dear twilight sparkle,
Meet me at the throne in canterlot. This is an emergency. Don’t gather up your friends, while I don’t doubt their capabilities, it will only waste time, so please leave spike to inform them of your absence. And time is of the essence. I’m sorry for any inconvenience.
Princess Celestiia.
Wow, was the first thought that came to mind, I guess this is really important.
“Spike, tell the others I’ll be out of town. And I’m not sure for how long.”
“o-okay” he said with a hint of a worrisome tone.
“Don’t worry spike, I’m sure I’ll be back home by tomorrow.”
She summoned upon her unicorn powers as she had done so many times. She stood still, raised her horn in the air, and felt her presence in the universe. She knew where she was, and where she needed to go. This is essential for teleportation, and as she felt her magical power surge through her body, and up through her horn, there was a much expected uplifting feeling and she was swept away in to the bright lights, but upon landing she felt a disturbance, she opened her eyes to see her magical light still swirling away in front of her, distorting the image of the princess and her royal castle. She felt a slight pulling , from inside her and panicked.
“Princess, what’s happening?!!?” she yelled in confusion, but it was too late, the image she saw of the princess faded, and quickly. He magical powers were surging through her every fibre and she blacked out. Onto a cold floor.
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A man by the name of Patrick Earl-Jones lay on the cold, tiled floor underneath him. The thought that immediately came to him was: oh, god. Where am I now? As years of drug abuse has left him accustom to either waking up in his apartment, alleyways or hospitals. But tiles? He had heard rumours of people being kidnapped, and having their organs harvested overnight. Is this one of those things? He did do an awful lot of weed last night.
“May I help you?” asked a beautifully calm and gentle voice. I’m probably just in another hospital…. Passed out on the floor no doubt. He was tired, and didn’t want to open his eyes. But rolled over onto his back.
“What hospital is this? I’m sorry, but I don’t have much health insurance…”
“Umm…” the voice hesitated, “this isn’t a hospital. May I ask where you’re from?”
“Downtown, new york.” He felt the cool, hard floor on the back of his head and was very sure he was no longer high. If he was, it would be far comfier.
“I’m sorry, but where is this “new york” place” did he hear that right?
“Oh god… “He said, putting his hand on his forehead, “am I in Europe? How the fuck did I get to Europe in one night.”
“No, this is equestria.” He raised an eyebrow under his hand, uncovered his face and sat up to see… a large, white, horse like creature with wings, a horn, jewellery and a rainbow mane that seemed to be flowing without there being any wind in the air. Jaw open, he sat there for a few seconds, pondering whether or not he was still high. if I were still high this would have to be some fancy shit. He slowly raised his hands into view and slowly realised he was shaking, and coming back to reality. He wasn’t hallucinating.
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” he screamed in terror, the whites thing looked a little surprised at this, “WHERE AM I? WHAT ARE YOU? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?”
“calm down,” it said, keeping composure, “everything is all right. I’m not quite sure what is “going on”, but I am princess Celestia and you are in canterlot, equestria.”
“Whe-wheres that?”
“Wheres equestria? Um… I guess… I’d have to say everywhere is, but seeing how you don’t know about it…” but then suddenly something clicked in this “princess Celestia”’s mind and a smile cracked. “Tell me.. what do you creatures call yourselves?”
“Creatures? But…. Umm.. We’re humans.”
“And where do you humans live?”
“… Earth, but- OH…. You’re aliens! That would explain- waaait, if you abducted me shouldn’t you have already done some research on us? That seems a bit dumb for such an “advanced civilisation”, what if I could spit acid? Or I exhaled anthrax or something?” as he said this he saw the white alien thing pick up a quill and paper without touching it and start writing a letter. “Oh, cool! You guys have psychic powers eh? I take back what I said about you being dumb now.” And as he finished his sentence the letter burst into flames, but the ashes of which were found nowhere.
“No, psychic powers don’t exist here either. And we didn’t abduct you. You just… appeared here, and then I woke you up.”
“So you don’t know how I got here? Well that makes two of us.”
