The body of a pony stood alone on a hill. Crystalized winds surrounding him, flowing dirt below him, sluggish fire above and flickering water inside him.
That pony was me. And I was that pony.
Or I would be that pony, the body was still being crafted at the moment, I had to give it a minute.
Funny thing, getting a new body. I got to watch it get made but I have no idea how I was able to. I mean, I was dead right? Did that make me a ghost? Or now am I a zombie? Or will I be a zombie and am now a ghost? Hmmm... I don’t know.
All I know is that I was getting a second chance. A second try to do... something. What that something is escapes me now, but I know it’s an important something.
Everything’s important but this was more important. For some reason I just knew it was more important, or was it less important?
Whichever, and whatever, it was, it was still important enough that I got two tries at it instead of only one, like you normally do.
Or do you normally get more than one try?
Beats me. I’ll get back to you on that later. Like, much later.
Oh hey, my body’s done. The raging fire and wind and water retreated leaving only the firm looking earth remaining.
A pull, like some sort of suction or shove or slap or something, drew me towards my new body. I looked at it closely one last time before entering. Taking in my features I thought to myself, “Damn, I am one sexy beast”. Reddish green coat, bluish yellow mane, purplish orange eyes, mark of a spiral on his flank. Yep, that is one sexy lookin’ earth pony right there.
Another thing I noticed, without the raging elements to support it and without me inside to keep it running my new body was losing its balance. It looked to be on track for its face to collide with the ground.
Lovely.
Oh wait, that’s not lovely. The body I’m about to inhabit is about to faceplant onto the ground. The hard, hard ground.
Well bu-
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“-ck!” My new eyes shot open just in time to see my new faceful of dirt. “Buck!” I shouted again, still lying face-down, “That hurt!”
I slowly pulled my new, sexy face out of the new me-shaped divot I just made. “What’d I ever do to you!?” I shouted angrily at the sky, shaking my hoof for emphasis.
As if in response a bright flash of light lit up the starry night sky. Did I mention it was night? Because it was.
Anyways, it was very bright so I brought the forehoof I wasn’t currently shaking at the sky up to my eyes to shield them. It was a rather clever thing to do as it prevented me from being further blinded by the second flash that followed moments after.
It was also a rather un-clever thing to do, as ponies are quadrupeds and I currently had both my front hooves off the ground.
One more painful re-acquaintance with the ground later - I swear, I heard laughter - and I was ready to...
...
What was I supposed to do again?
Oh yeah, second chance at doing that one thing at that one place! Well Mr Place, you’d better be ready to get the socks knocked offa ya, because I’m comin’ to go do that one thing at the you!
Now, where’m I supposed to go?
Using my amazing detective skills (they’re even more amazing than the rest of me, if you can believe that) I deduced that I was on top of a small hill.
I was about to pat myself on the back for a job well done when - get this - I noticed something else! There was a dirt path leading down the hill!
Well, looks like the path has been laid before me, better get going! “Like that one famous guy said that one time in that one place,” I declared, striking an epic pose, “I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing!”
And with my stunning display of wit, pop-culture knowledge, and fashion sense, I set off down the path. Destination: Thataway!