Log One - Prologue

Earth.

     A planet where I was born on; a malevolent planet where I spent several of my miserable years secluded in a faraway house from everybody including my foster parents; a planet... I once called home.  Why was it once called my home?  Well, sit awhile for those who find this diary, and prepare yourselves for the unbelievable tale that lie within this diary.  A tale about my new life in a distant universe.  My life... in Equestria.

     It had been a whole month since my arrival here in Equestria, a quaint yet peaceful universe inhabited by talking, techni-colored ponies whose culture can be almost comparing to ours.  When I used to be a child, I always believed that there were many different worlds out there other than ours.  Apparently I was right, and never had I thought out of every one of them I would end up on this one.  But it was for a personal cause.  The main reason I'm here; the whole purpose I abandoned Earth for, was because of a certain pegasus.  A butter-colored, pink maned pegasus to be exact.  Her name was known as Fluttershy, my adopted and beloved daughter I raised on Earth.  If it weren't for her, my life wouldn't have turned so different; I would never have learned the passions of love... and kindness.

     However, now that I'm living in Equestria, things were going to be different; a world full of herbivorous creatures, it'd be most likely that I won't find any meat in town to buy.  What I had to do, granted by Fluttershy's blessing, despite how grotesque she believed it was, was catch fish just by using a thick stick carved as a spear with a rope tied at the end of it at a spot several miles from the cottage.  It would take an hour walking to and another hour back from the path I chose, located on Equestria's Map.

     Following the course of the river (directly above Everfree Forest) flowing to the right would lead to a lake right of Ponyville, was where I would fish at.  The first time I brought my food back home, cooking and eating it, Fluttershy wasn't... well seeing someone consuming an innocent creature that had done nothing wrong in its entire life.  So from that point I had to bring along twigs and some flint to cook where I catch.

     Continuing on.  Without my own home to live under, Fluttershy heavily insisted I should stay in her house until Celestia can receive an approval with the royal council to have the ponies build a house for me.  About the residents of Ponyville; the first time I was seen in their town, their reactions were a bit... hysterical.  Least to say.  Multiple reasons: they accused me being an alien, and they were afraid because of that.  The other reasons; some of them claimed me as some sort of monster, or an animal due to my similarity of an ape.  Celestia had to explain to her subjects that I posed no threat and any harm to them.  While a few abide their ruler's trusting words, others still remain wary whenever I'm around.  I wouldn't blame them.  I'm sure my world would react the same way if an alien was discovered.  Whether it'd be a cartoon pony or whatever.

     Anyway, Fluttershy begged for me to come live with her.  And much as I didn't want to impose, I couldn't turn down those beautiful, piercing blue eyes of hers.  It was every time I saw them I would remind myself of the timid filly I had raised on Earth, and I'd then perk up a gentle smile and pull her in for a hug.

     Funnily enough, her friends; Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Spike, never knew all about Fluttershy on my world.  Heck, I had to tell them the story of my years raising her.  While we were surprised why Celestia, especially Twilight, hadn't explained to everyone how Fluttershy ended on Earth in the first place, we decided things were probably better left unsaid.  Whatever the teacher and her student wanted to hide, we'll gladly respect the two the reason of their privacy.  Still, the unanswered thoughts will continue to buzz around inside the back of our heads.

     With that, I will stop writing here for tonight.

     Here I sat on a little wooden chair in front of a brown desk table, both not fitted for my ginormous size, for what could have been countless hours in the middle of the night.  To my right on the table was a tiny, half-full ink bottle, and pinched between my right hand's index finger and thumb was the quill to dip it in with.  To my left was a golden candlestick.  A small speck of flame whose round, burning aura lit up little of the environment, casting shadows behind any solid object, including myself.  I lightly pushed myself away from the table as I stretched while letting out a hearty yawn.

     "Whew," I softly whistled in relief, quiet enough so I wouldn't disturb Fluttershy since she was sleeping upstairs in her bedroom.  "Guess I should also hit the hay." I then lightly chuckled to myself from that last, humorous remark.  Closing the journal's cover, and dipping the quill back into its ink bottle, I quietly rose up from the chair and grabbed the candlestick and made way through the darkness from downstairs to upstairs.  I crept; tiptoeing with my heels raised and my weight on the balls of my feet with each careful step.  The hardware floor of the stairs gave in as they creaked under the pressure of my weight, but not loud enough to wake Fluttershy's creatures from their sleep.

     I reached the top of the stairway and approached her bedroom door with even more caution.  Opening the door slowly, I peeked in and saw the pegasus sleeping peacefully underneath her beds' sheets and covers sowed with shapes of butterflies.  I stood for a minute admiring the precious scenery.  She was so content, so peaceful.  Squinting harder, I noticed she had her olive-colored blanket held tightly in her hooves.  It was her very first gift she received from me.  I'm grateful I brought it with me.  The sentimental value of it was what triggered her hidden memories. I can't explain it in full but it had to do with the fact that the magic protected it from losing its own memory.  To say objects have their own memory was ludicrous, but I believed the theory to be possible; say you would be a child who had an action figure that you loved to death and would never part with.  You see, as you grow up you would have probably forgotten everything about the treasured possession.  At a point you come across it again, something in your head triggers and you'll think back the fun times you had with it.

     Again, I can't fully explain it, but when Celestia sent the blanket back with me it still carried all the memories of Fluttershy and I, along with the feather that was tucked in there.

     Coming back to reality from reminiscing, I shook my head and proceeded inward and closed the bedroom door behind me.  I blew the candle out and placed it on a shelf, and went to lie down on the sleeping bag Fluttershy kindly had set out for me next to her bed.  For a while I stared at the ceiling above me, contemplating if tomorrow will actually be the day Celestia will have that house permit....

     Slowly, my eyelids closed as I fell into a quiet slumber.  Hopefully tomorrow... my life will begin; my life... in Equestria.