MLP : Guardians are magic

MLP : Guardians

I don't own anything except the OCs.

A/N I don't hate Bronies.

Book the first, A.K.A How did we get here?

“So, that's it,” asked a voice.

“Yeah,” came the reply

“I can't believe that I let you talk me into watching that,” the first voice said with a sigh.

Whenever we went anywhere after I found out my friend was a brony, that's all that seemed to come up in conversations, along with my tiring sighs and empty threats. I guess I better introduce my self. My name is Brandon. I'm nineteen years old and in college. My friend is my ride up every other day we get along well despite the whole brony thing (not that there is anything wrong with that). He showed me a couple of episodes and all I could think of is how straightforward their thinking was and how oblivious they were. But all in all it didn't catch my interest. Now I know what your thinking, 'Why is this journal trashing the bronies,” well it's not, it's documenting my adventure as guardian of the area around Ponyville, so now let's start at the beginning.

It was like any Wednesday: almost slept through my classes, had lunch, and quickly finished up homework. When we found that thing. It looked like a skipping rock. Then he saw the design “just like Twilight Sparkle's cutie mark,” he said. Our next class went off without a hitch and we began to make our way back to his car when the dumb rock began to glow

The next thing I know I'm waking up in some dark area. I shook my head clear and heard a girl's voice ask, “Are you all right?” I quickly turned around and saw that there was indeed a girl standing behind me. “No. . . I'm . . fine,” I said, slowly getting up from what felt like a hard landing. She giggled and hugged me. Strange, I thought, Is she just really friendly or something? She looked at me and smiled, “I'm just glad your alright.” This took away any words or thoughts that could have helped me. Do . . .something, anything, but by answering my question, that nobody had heard, she had effectively told me she can read minds. She let go of me and took a step back. “Not everyone's, just yours,” She had effectively stopped anything going to my brain except for one question that burst out. “HOW?!”
She smiled again, “Because we're linked together. You're my chosen wielder and I am your weapon.” I blinked a few times in disbelief and decided to play along with whatever her game was. “Alright, how do I use you as a weapon when I can hardly swing you.” Her face became serious for the first time since I had met her, and I'll admit it scared me quite a bit, she picked up a stick about the size of my arm and threw it at me and I caught it near one end. Right before my eyes the stick changed into a katana. Taking this in stride with the other unusual things that had happened that day, for it was now night in the middle of this . . . 'forest? Yes defiantly a forest'. I thanked her and looked down at my sides for her sheath as I noticed another unusual thing, my clothes had changed into a combination of Auron's garb from Final Fantasy X and Shinigami Robes. The overload of information caused me to black out.