MANesfestations Of Equestria

Chapter 1

I See the World. My new World.

It's a bright morning, to which I wake up, covered in sweat, from the nightmares of the previous night. I look around at the atypical surroundings of my teenaged life with a decided derision, wondering why I couldn't have kept the dreams in lee of having to bore to death in a corrupt reality.

As I get up to dress, I notice a slight difference on the floor of my room from last night's...altercation. The bottles of expensive soda and cheap beer missing from a few of my less discreet hiding places. Oh well, it's not like I can't easily replace what I lose to my mother and horrid sister.

My dissatisfied bout of depression and drunkenness seems to have ended after laughing and crying myself to sleep, but I still have to get up to greet the new day. If last night's dream was the sign I think it was I should be in for an interesting day at least.

Slowly putting on some jeans, and my favorite black t-shirt, I remembered the dream with a pleased reservation until I heard the horrid shrieking I knew was meant to wake me up.

"AGGGH, Why'd you eat my special blueberry tofu vegan muffins," yelled my exceedingly annoying younger sister.

Standing at 5 ft 4, my little sister is about the size of a long twig. Though for being a bit of a midget, and a weakling, she has a terribly rude and stuck up personality.

"What's got your panties in a wad this morning, Brat," I replied as I watched the pest come into my room.

"You ate my muffins, you stupid fat freak," she venomously retorted. God knows I wanna beat the mite into a bloody pulp, but you can't just do that in a civilized society. And for that matter, while this is a normal conversation so early in the morning, I don't have the patience to deal with this right now.

"Get outta my room, you little midget, before I slap you into shit." And while this is also a normal response for having to deal with this kind of bull every morning for ten years, I don't normally respond in such a way.

"Why don't you get out of the house and find a job, and while you're at it, die."

Finally having finished the morning bullshit fest, she left my doorway while I put my boots on. I gathered a few of my everyday tools, weighted gloves, a couple knives, my standard leg-weights, and a lighter, and followed after her to the kitchen, for a bowl of cereal.

Shortly after I finished, Mother joined us in silent contemplation, while I waited for my ride.  "Why don't you just walk there," she asked as it was getting time to leave.

"You're supposed to be decent when you get there, but I guess if it's uncomfortable to you I can just go ahead," I answered. Now, as sweet as she normally is to me, I've been looking for a job for over a year now, that catered to specific...needs. After finally losing my temper with my sister last year, I was trying to get a job, and not many people were really comfortable around me. 'I really gave it to her too' I thought with an evil smile.

"O.K. dear, just be careful."

As I picked my stuff up and left the house, I walked for a bit, contemplating the dream.

***

Flying around the room were a number of objects in various shapes and forms. Colors of the rainbow and more besides, were a number of rare gemstones, in various shapes. Storm clouds, and butterflies, stars and diamonds, even a few balloons, energy swirled between the stones in an effort to bring about some change. The moon and sun above, danced around each other in a peaceful harmony, along with the varied odd symbols, in the mass below.

Off to the right of the room, a blackness spread in an attempt to cover the place, held back by a number of signs impossible to hold in sight, but clear in a sense of how many. The twelve signs hold images above themselves, a forest, a lake, a mountain, on the topmost signs, obscure in that moment like the rest, but holding some meaning.

A thirteenth sigil appeared in the mass of swirling chaos that was on the lighter side of the room, and swept up the twelve symbols, becoming bigger and brighter as it flowed across each one.  when finally the last symbol was up in that sigil, the room brightened, and the darkness receded to a single obscure point, and stayed there as the storm of energy abated.

That having been done, The bright sigil flowed away, and began another dream.

***

Walking down a blank isle in an unregistered store, a feeling of excitement in the air, as you pick up and order for your boss. Happy to be of help to this very important person, you walk right up to the counter and ask for a number of interesting but not familiar objects, upon which seconds later you can't remember what you asked for. Happy to oblige for such an important task, the horse in front of you goes to the back room to collect your order.

Waiting for a few minutes the horse returns and asks for recompense, upon which you give him several gold coins. With your package in toe, you thank the horse and exit the shop. Exited that you finally have all the ingredients you need, you continue down a pathway at an exaggerated rate, ignoring all the horses that say hello, including a orange one with an apple on its flank, that you recognize as a friend. Hurrying on you call back a hello, and continue on your way.

Finally outside of the small town you walk on a side road past an enormous forest, to what appears to be a very large tree with door in the trunk. At your destination you swing open the door with your perky purple hooves, and nod to a baby dragon, before hurrying on to the anteroom. Once there you upend the contents of your bag and set up for a long night of exertion. Your boss asked you to summon something you've never heard of, an Avatar, of some sort, and you will not let her down.

Moving around the newly levitating objects with considerable ease, you pick up a book and make sure you have everything in its proper place. Satisfied that all is in order, you say a few words, and an explosion and a gust of wind have you flat on your back and passed out in a few minutes, but not without a sublime sense of achievement.

***

Interesting enough the series of dreams went on a little further than that, but I can't seem to remember further. Even if it did, It seems that those two were important for some reason, but I can't fathom why. So, with my contemplations finished, I noticed I was surrounded by the biggest pains in my ass in my life, The Wild Ones.

Yes I do mean the Wild Ones as in the movie where some kid finds a group of monsters. Apparently their idiot of leader was inspired by the name and decided it for his gang's name. It was such a ridiculous comparison, but he and his cronies sure were awful.

Though why they'd pick this day to piss me off, I can't think of a logical reason. Then again I guess they are just stupid. So with a heavy sigh, I asked them what they were doing.

"We're finally gonna kick your ass, faggot, for all the trouble you've put us through, disrupting our business," the boss, Mickey Gerowski, said with a particularly shit-eating grin. Mickey Gerowski is a particular kind of person that finds pleasure in getting beaten to near-death over and over again, frankly, lately, I have been thinking of him as a sort of masochist.

"If you were beaten yesterday, the day before, and the month before that, what makes you think you're gonna win today, little codfish?"

"Because today we have a bullet with your name on it," he replied as his gang of twenty pulled out pistols along with their already misshapen clubs.

Apparently today is just not my day, I have to listen to Eliza, Mickey, and I still have to get to the damn school a couple blocks ahead of me. So I just sat down, told him to get it over with, and received the beating of my life. When they were all tired and had moved on in the exhaustion of hitting a non-moving target, I stood up, to dust my pants off asked if they were finished and moved on with several broken ribs and plenty of bruises.

After walking a few block to a shortcut to the school, I sat down and reviewed most of the damage, when I was satisfied, I returned to my trek, turned the corner and walked straight into a non-existent wall.

After picking myself back up, I turned down the corner and walked into it yet again. After waiting quite a bit, I tried turning around unsatisfied with my current route, to find myself face with a garbage man.

"What're yer doin here, yer littre punk. Get out a me way, or give me some change."

Unfortunately with the wall there, and no way out, I tried to tell the drunk man that I had nothing to give him, and as he threw a punch, I sidestepped, fell ten feet down an open manhole, and passed out.