"I don't see why you didn't just ask me first," Jason said angrily. "You could have at least asked me about my name. I don't really like Harmony."
"I think it is a much better name than 'Jason'." The large alicorn replied to her new human son. The alicorn (named Celaria) was white, with a red mane and tail. "But everything is better now, don't you agree?" Celaria asked, wrapping her wing around Jason. The feathers on the wing were soft and warm, and it was very pleasant for him. The walk, they were taking from the field in which Harmony was dragged into this world, was filled with conversations similar to those heard in the cars containing recently adopted children. The typical stuff, what are your hopes and dreams, what do you like to do, and the ever popular: "how does this world work?". That's classic. They were just approaching the city where Jason was going to live now.
"Harmony," Jason shuddered at his new name. "Welcome to Canterlot!" Celaria said excitedly, gesturing a hoof in the way you humans do to "reveal" something. Jason was excited, but not too excited. He had just been technically kidnapped. "I hope you will enjoy it here." Jason then realised that he only had some jeans and a black tee with a the white outline of a box, and the word "ALLONS-Y!!!" Below it. It was given to him by his best friend at the orphanage: Amy (What a coincidence!). The day had started out so well too.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON!" Amy said, holding up a tee shirt with the TARDIS on it, and David Tennant's catchphrase: Allons-y.
"Oh, thanks!" Her friend Jason said. "wait... this is from that Doctor Where isn't it?" Jason responded.
"Of course it is, that's the TARDIS on the front, and it's not Doctor where, it's Doctor who," Amy muttered the last part under her breath. "But, anyways... happy 13th birthday Jason!" The ginger haired Amy said to the soon to be Harmony. Jason smiled and shook his head slowly.
'Oh Amy.' He thought to himself in that sort of "what am I gonna do with you" way. They looked at each other, their eyes met, and a spark flew between them. He grinned. 'It was worth being dragged out of his room in the month of his birthday for this.' He thought to himself. The two times of a year he was the saddest was December (the month his parents...) and June the month of his birthday.
"Go on, put on the shirt!" Amy urged. Jason rolled his eyes and slipped the shirt on over his current green one. Suddenly, the front door blew open, and a strange creature (Celaria) entered.
"I'm here to adopt a child." She said. Ms. Madgikouwski, the only adult in the room, fainted. The creature said it in a way that had authority, but also kindness. She looked at Jason and approached him. "You'll do nicely." She said to him, this time with less authority (it was still there, but less) and more kindness. "I was hoping for a new son." She knelt down, by bending her forelegs. "Hello, small one." She said to Jason. Jason looked around.
"Me?" Jason asked semi absentmindedly. He got defensive and shot back: "I'll have you know that as-of-today, I am 13 years old!" Celaria laughed at this.
"Come now, time to take you home." Amy watched in horror (and some amazement) as the creature's horn glowed a bronze, the same color as it's eyes, and the same aura appeared around Jason, and he was pulled with the creature back to the door which it entered.
"It's taking Jason!" Amy said. Time seemed to slow down as her eyes darted around the room. 'Come one Amy, what would Amy pond do? What would the Doctor do?!?' She looked around the room. The creature put one hoof on the other side of the door. Amy knew what to do. She lunged at the table and grabbed Jason's cell phone. He had sat it down when he was opening her present.
"JASE! CATCH!" She tossed the phone through the air to Jason: but sadly fell short, landing just outside of the threshold. Amy saw Jason look at her, his eye's wide and scared. All, Amy could think to do next, was stretch out her hand, reaching for him. Then, the door closed. It pushed the phone through too. Amy raced to the door and swung it open as fast as she could, but they were gone. It was as though they never existed. But, sitting at her feet, was the last memento she had of her friend: half of Jason's cell phone.
Jason's and Celaria had entered the city and were greeted with a wild reception. A whole banner was set up: "Welcome _______ !" It looked like they were gonna put his name there, but didn't have the time. It felt like a whole city was celebrating his birthday. That (plus the fact that he had just been adopted) was the only thing keeping him from verbally tearing into Celaria.
"Princess Celaria! Princess Celaria!" A reporter pony called out to Jason's new mother as they walked through the crowd, occasionally waving. It was weird looking at the beige pony wearing a press hat- wait...
"Wait, princess?!?" Jason asked. Celaria ignored the question.
"Princess! Is it true that you are going to take a leave of absence for your son?" The reporter pony asked.
"Only a few day's worth." Celaria. "One-week maximum," Jason noted how proper she sounded when she addressed the crowd. Speaking any other way must be considered "Most unorthodox!" Jason felt the wing Celaria still had wrapped around him tighten its grip. It pulled him closer to her. The wing was wrapped around him like a blanket, then stretched down like a cape. He suddenly felt tired. Jason had walked about 2 miles today. His eyes drooped a bit. A grin spread across his face. It was nice and warm under the wing. It also muffled the crowd. He leaned over against his... mom. Her fur brushing his face. It was soft, like the wings, only softer and more solid. The wing felt more like clouds, if you touched them they would vanish. Jason's eye's fluttered again. He felt himself drifting off...
"ZZZZZ." Jason was now sleeping but was being supported by the way Celaria held him in her wing. Celaria continued walking down the road.
"Thank you all for this beautiful event! It is good to know that I am leading such loyal subjects and have such loyal friends behind be!" Celaria called to the crowd, what she wanted to say was: It is also good to know that my subjects and friends are thorough enough to figure out something I haven't even told my daughters yet. But she didn't.
"But I must make my leave now, thank you all!" Celaria raised her son onto her back and flew off, beating her powerful wings.
"Harmony. Haaarmonyyyy." Celaria cooed softly. "Harmony, wake up. We're almost home." Jason's eyes slowly opened.
"Huh? Wa?" Jason sat up, groggily. He honestly felt as though he was younger, and for a brief moment, he questioned if Celaria had made him so. "We're... here?" Jason was being covered by Celaria's wings, and so the feeling of being in absolute paradise was still there. To put it in perspective: the feeling is so good, you could be told that it is a trap by the person giving you the feeling, and staying in the feeling it would leave you trapped and immobile forever, and you could completely comprehend what that person said, and not care. That's how good it is. Harmony felt the sweet bliss of this and fell back into sleep.
"Harmony?" Celaria had felt Jason's head fall into her back. "Did you fall back asleep?" She was replied with a snore. She shook her head and knew that it would be tuff having a human son, there would be hardships, but it would be alright.
...
If only it were that easy.