The Tale of Silver Spirit

The Tale of Silver Spirit

Prologue

This is the story of a stranger who saved millions of lives in a world that he has never been to.

Our hero slipped into his bed after a long day full of boredom. He was never so relived for a day to end. He was anxious for tomorrow to come, until he remembered that it would be the same as today, as would the next, and the next. He moaned in frustration of his daily routine. He then reluctantly closed his eyes, hoping for a more exciting life, and braced for the next day.

He found himself in a dream, as he expected, but he was aware that he was dreaming, which he did not expect. He felt suspended in the air, where all he could see around him were pale versions of the lighter colors of the spectrum. Then he saw light. An entity made entirely out of light. He began to wonder what the light was doing in his dream.

"Hello child," The light said. The voice was soft and calm, but firm and powerful as well.

"W-who are you?" The dreamer asked, dazed and confused.

"I am here to guide you to a new world. a world where you are needed," The light answered.

"I-I'm normal. I'm only fourteen. I can't do anything. I'm just a boy."

"Your appearance says otherwise," The light said. The boy looked at himself and saw that he was also composed of pure light. "Can you remember your true appearance?" The light asked. The answer was no, he couldn't.

"What do you want from me?" The dreamer asked, with a bit more confident knowing that they were equals.

"You are the only one who can resist the darkness. All of our kind will crumble to the evil that will soon befall us. You are the only one who can stop the chaos and save us from destruction, or worse." The light explained.

"I-I don't understand. How could I possibly help? I'm nothing more that a-a..." The dreamer quickly remembered that he forgot what he was before a ball of light.

"In due time you will learn your talents, and they will assist you in your endeavors. But for now, you must familiarize yourself with the new terrain and body," The light explained.

The world around him began to fade, and the dreamer knew he would soon awake. He knew not if he would turn back into his original form or not. He feared not knowing what would come next.

"And one more thing," The light called, before vanishing. "You are not my equal."

He woke up on a hard wood floor. It was night outside, but the world around him looked much different. Even thought most of his memory is gone, he knew that this was not his life, and this was not his house.

The house was mostly a small room, but did hold a kitchen and restroom. The house also had a staircase down into a large empty basement.

The unnamed creature looked to himself and see how he differed. He stood on all fours and found out soon that he was a pony. A creature that he recognized yet knew that he wasn't before the dream. His fur was a shiny grey, and his mane and tail were both jet black. He decided on calling himself Silver Spirit.

Silver Spirit noticed a mark on his flank. He somehow knew what it represented.

My "talent." he thought to himself I don't want to be forced to do anything I don't want to, and this is saying I can't do anything that doesn't pertain to it. Screw it! Silver then grabbed a cloak that was in his house and wore it to cover his flanks.

He soon turned his attention to the window, to see the new world he was taken to. It was different, very different. It was hard to see due to how dark it was outside, but he could tell that the houses' designs were far different than that of which he was used to. They seemed to have more of a cottage feel to them rather than what Silver was used to. The technology was also much more primitive than the world he was from. From what he could tell, they lacked any form of computer.

There were few, but still some ponies that he saw walk the streets of... Wherever he was. They came in an assortment every color of the spectrum and every shade, it felt like. Most of them walked about without any form of clothing. Silver felt that it was normal, but not something he was used to.

He was transported to a world very different from the one he came to. The dream started to fade from his memory, and he soon forgot most of what the light said. All of this was much to take in. He decided to sleep for the rest of the night, and learn what he can before he makes himself too known. He'll think of what to do when he wakes up. He  yawned and slipped onto a pile of hay, ready for his first day in this new world.