The walk took longer than I expected. By what seemed to be mid-day, I didn’t feel any closer to my goal than when I started. The speck was only a reasonable distance closer, but enough to make out that it was indeed some sort of town. The clouds seemed abnormal, but I couldn’t place my finger on what it meant. I opened my bag. All I had put in there was my newest camera, some spare batteries, and a large supply of butterscotch that was supposed to last me about a month. I rummaged through the bag, for some sort of food. I grimaced at the fact that I didn’t have any. I was already getting stomach cramps, so I decided to put butterscotch in my mouth as I slumped against a tree. It wasn’t practically hot, but it wasn’t what you would consider cool. After a few minutes of staring at the sky, I could have sworn I saw something fly across the sky. It seemed to be going too fast for a normal plane, and it was obviously smaller than one. Maybe it was some sort of military experimental jet, I thought to myself. Maybe they could see me, I thought and stood up. I began waving my hand as high as I could, and began screaming, louder than I thought was ever possible. The object seemed to turn my way, before jerking off again, in the direction of the town.
I sighed. Well, at least the town had some sort of planes, maybe I could get home if there was a pilot there to help me. I shouldered my bag again, and continued on my path. After a while of walking, I noticed a gravel path that was fading in from my right. I had to stifle a laugh, after I figured out I hadn’t been on a path at all. I decided to start following the trail, and hopefully it would take me somewhere. At the very least, I wouldn’t be walking in circles. As I kept walking on the path, the town became more and more vivid. It didn’t seem too large, but something about it seemed familiar, as if I had seen it before. It became dark, and I decided to sleep on the path. I knew I wasn’t too far from the town, but I doubted many people would be there to help me at eleven at night. I laid my bag down, and spread laid across the small path. I closed my eyes, and slept.
“Who…what are you?” a voice crept into my dream, and I slowly opened my eyes. The morning light swarmed in my eyes, and I began to sit up. “Excuse me? What in Celestia’s name are you?” the voice repeated itself. My eyes opened wider. The voice was mentioning Celestia, but that could only mean...I rolled over. In my face was a purple-bodied pony. It had a similar mane, with a deeper purple, and a single pink stripe through it’s mane. A purple horn stuck out from her head. “What the hell?” I questioned, to both myself and the pony. “Where am I?” I asked the creature. It tilted it’s head to the side. “You’re in Ponyville. How do you not know that? You still haven’t answered my question, either,” the pony seemed to be growing annoyed. Ponyville? That was impossible, that would only mean one thing then, but I couldn’t be sure. “Uh, I’m a human. You know what that is, don’t you?” I queried, and only got a shake of a head as a response. “You must be a new animal. Fluttershy is always wanting to meet some new animals. I’m sure she’ll be happy to find one that speaks too. Come on, and follow me,” the mare began to walk in down the path, excepting me to go with her. “Wait a minute! I’m not an animal. I don’t even know what’s going on here,” I called out to the pony.
She stopped and turned around. She stared at me for a while, seemingly trying to figure out something. “You don’t seem like one of Fluttershy’s creatures, or any of them here in Equestria. You still need to come with me though. Maybe I have a book or something on…what did you say you were? A humon?” she tilted her head to the side again. “Uh, ‘human’ is how you pronounce it, but I guess that’s close enough,” I told her. She nodded and began walking down the path. I fell into step beside her, and she looked over. “You walk on two hooves? Isn’t that uncomfortable?” I shrugged and responded with a question of my own. “How isn’t walking on four le- four hooves uncomfortable?” she opened her mouth, and closed it again. Most of our walk was done with little talking, which the pony who she addressed herself as Twilight Sparkle, making my assumption even more closer to the truth, pointed out as we reached the town’s entrance. “You’re pretty quiet. Is that something normal for humons to do?” she questioned, without stopping. “Humans, and it depends. Some people are, some others aren’t,” I answered, and she nodded. As we stepped inside, I felt eyes were already on me. Looking around, I noticed pony galore, and any glimmer of Earth, much less America, was gone. Somewhere in my mind, I knew where I was, but I couldn’t believe it. I could hear a few mutters, and few hushes.
She brought me to a building, made basically out of a tree. In the front stood a sign with a door over it. I already knew what this was, but she informed me anyways. She opened the door, a purple glow engulfed her horn, and the glow also engulfed the door, before being opened. “What was that?” I questioned her, and she laughed. “Unicorn magic. I believe I have a book a on the basic races found here in Equestria. Come inside, and I’ll find it for you,” she stepped into the room. The room was quite large inside, even though it seemed to be quite small from the outside. Bookshelves lined the walls, and I sighed, figuring out why there was a book over the sign now. A green and purple lizard-like creature was walking down a set of stairs. “Twi, what is that thing?” he said, obviously not caring that I was there as well. Twilight gave him a look, and he shut up. Twilight walked over to me, levitating a book in mid-air. I began to open my mouth to question her “magic” once again, but decided against it. She laid the book down, and I stood there. Her brows furrowed, and I decided this was the book she had wanted me to pick up. I already knew the basics of the ponies due to the show, but maybe the book had more knowledge that I needed to learn. I opened the cover, only to find the pages were covered in dried slobber. I winced, and Twilight noticed. “Uh, I guess you aren’t used to turning pages with your mouth then, are you?” I glanced over at her, and shook my head. “We have hands to do that with,” I told her, raising my left hand. Decided it wouldn’t matter, I slowly turned the pages with my hands. After reading over the descriptions, I didn’t notice much I didn’t know already. I put the book back down, and opened my mouth to ask something, when there was a knock on the door, with the sound of hooves hitting the wood.