//------------------------------// // Awakening // Story: Everyone Can Be Special // by Fre3doM //------------------------------// His name, is Marcus Crelio. Not that anyone short of his teachers or his parents knew that. Marcus isn't special in any way, shape or form. He's average. He's had a few girlfriends before, but nothing that ever worked out. He's was a junior in his local high school, until one morning when he woke up, he wasn't in his bedroom. He was in the middle of a field, with what looked like a village out of his medieval history textbook off in the distance. Marcus looked around, whimpering slightly. He stood up, finding everything to work properly with his uniform body. He wasn't fat, he wasn't skinny. He wasn't smart, nor was he idiotic. He was average, just like normal. He started walking towards the soft light of the village in the distance, noting that he woke not in his normal pajama pants and tank-top, but in his usual blue jeans, white blank shirt, and worn denim jacket. Canvas sneakers poked out form beneath his jeans, softly patting down the hill. "Maybe I got kidnapped. Oh, wait, that means that my parents would have to have money to make people want to kidnap me." He sighed, pulling his jacket tighter around his frame tighter to protect himself from the harsh, cold morning breeze. He reached the cobblestone streets, staring at the color pallet of the tiny village. "I don't think that they used pink as a building color...but, hey, what do I know, right?" He muttered to himself. He stared down the village street to a small, dry fountain. He plodded over to the fountain, noting it was clear of stuff like dead plants. He lifted a leg over, climbing inside and curling up in the basin, taking cover from the assaulting wind. He stared up at the comical horse statue, perched on one back hoof with a goofy smile on it's face. Marcus shrugged, figuring it was just a bad artist who sculpted the statue, or maybe it was designed by a kid. He didn't know, or care. All he knew was that this was warmer than being out in the wind, and that was enough for him. He didn't know how he managed to drift off to sleep, but he did. He awoke to the sound of his stomach grumbling, the sound of people talking, and oddly enough, the sound off hooves on stone. He figured that if he really was in somewhere so remote they had horses, they were probably too good to help someone like him. He mentally punched himself. "C'mon, Marcus, you're 17...you should know how to take care of yourself in a situation like this. What happens when you get older, huh? You gonna call Mommy? Ask for a tray of cookies and some warm milk? No wonder you're a damn failure, and your dad didn't want you. You're a failure. Always have been, always will be." He felt a himself prodded, a gentile push into his back. He sighed. "Great, now I'm going to get yelled at for fucking sleeping in a fountain. Just. Fucking. Great." A voice he didn't expect to emanate from behind him did just that. "Mommy, what's this thing in the fountain?" He looked over his shoulder. He had to admit that, while he had been called some mean things in his lifetime, more than a few of them from his parents, being referred to as a thing offended him. He was still a person, as much as least as a failure such as him could be called a person. Two bright amber eyes stared at him curiously from underneath a two-toned blonde mane. Her fur was a soft purple, and she clearly wasn't human. "When the fuck did I take acid? Was it Trevor? I bet it was TP. He's always doing crazy shit like that.", Marcus muttered to himself. The light pink pony was soon joined by another grey one, peering over the edge. The second one, however, had it's eyes misaligned. "What is it, Muff-AHH!" Marcus covered his ears at the high pitched squeal emanating from the second pony. "OWWWW! SHUT UP!" He yelled back. The second pony grabbed the first, taking flight. "Oh, fucking wonderful. They can fly now. What's next, flying spiders?" He paused for a moment. "Y'know, maybe that wasn't a good thing to wish for." Marcus soon heard yelling of the words 'Monster' and 'Run for your lives' being yelled at but seemingly dozens of different voices. The sound of hooves also sped up immensely, and the village soon fell quite again. Marcus got out of the fountain, looking around. The was a farmers market, with fruit stalls laden with produce. There was the obvious occurrences of daily life here, but it was all gone now. He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Great. Looks like I'm having a really bad trip." He imagined what ridiculous cocktail of drugs he must have been slipped to get this bad of a trip as he walked slowly down what seemed like main street. He stopped in front of a large oak tree, a brass plaque with a large book on it sat outside it. He pushed aside the heavy door, walking inside the library. He stared at the bookshelves scattered around the room. He pulled one off the shelf, sitting down on a seat. He flipped open the book, looking at the title page. "Musings on the Equestrian Legal System" he shook his head, getting another. "Unicorns Throughout History". He stared at both of them, tossing them aside. "AGHHH. WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!" The oak stairs behind him resounded the sound of someone angrily coming down the stairs. "WHO IS THROWING MY BO-WAGH~!" A feminine voice screamed from behind him. He buried his face in his hands, sighing. "These high-pitched screams are really starting to piss me off."