What a nice dream Jason was having. Jason had a human father and mother, Amy as a sister/ girlfriend (it's a dream it doesn't make sense) they were having a nice pick-nick on a grassy hill. The sun was shining, and the sky was cloudy at the start, but at one point the clouds rushed away and the grass was not-as-soft, but it was still nice non-the-less.
"WAKE UP BROWVER! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" A small, excited, voice (the voice of a small child that can't make the "th" sound or the "r" sound) began its invasion of the dreams of Jason.
"Sir! We are under attack!" A soldier said, running up to Jason in his dream. "We recommend immediate e-vac!" The ground began to shake. "It's an earthquake! Get to the fortress!" The soldier said, a castle popping out of the ground. Jason sped over the cracking ground (without walking) to the castle. Suddenly a large bomb with a nuclear sign on it landed in front of him. It exploded, but instead of a boom: it made a:
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!"
"Huh? What's up?" Jason sat upright. He was in a bed, being tackled by a little alicorn. He shoved a fist down his mouth to stop the scream racing up his throat. The room was yellow, with one window, a dresser, and a nightstand bearing a lamp. It was cozy, yet happy at the same time. The little alicorn was navy blue (or TARDIS blue, as Amy put it), a slightly lighter blue mane and tail (the mane reminded Jason of Amy's hair style), with a spot of black on her flank, with small black dots around it like a stain. On this black spot was the picture of a moon. He wasn't really sure what that meant.
"Hewwo big bwover!" the little alicorn said, in the most adorable way possible.
"Hi, um... who and what are you?" Jason asked a bit confused and a little scaired.
"I'm Wuna!" She said, with a lisp and grin the size of Texas. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! There was a sound of stomping. CLOP! CLOP! CLOP! The stomping turned into clops as, in the rooms doorway, stopped a wide-eyed, excited little alicorn filly. She was white, with little gold... things (for real, what are they called)... on the bottom of her hooves. She had a pink mane and tail with a gold tiara that looked more like dress up than an actual crown. She had a sun on her flank.
"BROTHER!!!" She cried happily, throwing herself on the bed, her tiny, oh-so-cute wings flapping vigorously. She landed on top of him and pinned him down on the bed. It didn't hurt too bad though, her cuteness softened the blow. She giggled loudly.
"YAAAY!" Little Luna cried, falling on top of the new alicorn, turning the hug into a dog pile. The most adorable dog pile in all of existence. If it was physically possible to manifest cuteness into a physical form (physically) and weaponise it: it would be these little girls who would be able to do it... and be the outcome of such a thing occurring.
'I guess "death by cuteness" is a good way to go.' Jason thought as the little girls together were surprisingly heavy. They got off of Jason, still giggling. Jason couldn't help but crack a smile. Looking at these... cuteness in it's physical forms... melted away any bitterness he had toward this situation.
"Now, what's your name?" Jason asked the tackler.
"I'm Tia!" She said, wrapping her hoof around her sister. "And we're your new sisters!" Both the little girls said in a very loud and happy unison. After the planet mars's ears stopped ringing, Celaria called out to the room.
"Tia! Luna! Are you messing with your brother in there?" She called up, like a slightly angry mom. It hit Harmony, just then, what this really meant: he had a familly. His smile turned from one of humor to one of pure happiness.
"Ooh! Ooh!" The obviously 5-year-old Luna said pointing to Harmony. "He's leaking! He's got a boo-boo!" Jason realized he had actually started crying.
"No, I don't have a boo-boo." Harmony said, ruffling Luna's mane. "I just have a boo-boo that's getting better." He smiled. Luna looked up at Harmony quizzically.
"Well, where is it? Do you want me to give it a kiss to make it better?" Luna asked, cocking her head to her left side.
"It's ok, you already gave me a big hug." Jason wrapped his arms around Tia and Luna, his new sisters. Tia and Luna looked at each other, behind Jason's back. Luna looked at her sister, her eyes saying "what does he mean?" Tia responded with a shrug.
"I'm still not going by Harmony."
"So, are you happy so far?" Celaria asked the newly conscious Jason. She was responded with a growling stomach.
"I feel like sleep hates me!" Jason groaned. Celaria was standing in a kitchen, at a stove cooking some scrambled eggs (coincidentally Jason's type). "Wait... why are you cooking eggs? It should be about time for dinner." Jason questioned, sitting down at the table. The kitchen was an average one, with a black and white checkered tile floor, a black granite counter, with white drawers and cabinets.
"That's funny, it's brunch time right now." Celaria pondered for a moment. Harmony almost forgot there was a huge age difference between them. "Maybe your world is on a different time."
"I wish you could just... lower the sun a bit so I could sleep." Jason yawned sarcastically.
"Don't be silly, it would be ludicrous to make it night again for one pon- I mean person." Celaria laughed. Jason's jaw dropped.
'They... control the sun here? But... how? Do they... fly up into the sky and just, nudge it along? How would that work exactly?' Jason was pulled out of his thoughts when Tia and Lulu (as he decided to call little Luna) rushed into the room.
"What's fow bweckfast!" Luna said, like a sweet little angel (more like... *put's on sunglasses* angel of darkness *YAAAAAAAEEEEEH!!!*). Tia walked up to the frying pan and looked into it.
"Blegh! Eggs!" Tia shook her head and sat at the table hooves crossed in front of her and pouting. Harmony remembered a way a local diner made eggs. He walked over to Celaria and whispered in her ear.
"Ooo! How interesting! That is defiantly worth a try!" The large alicorn in a chef's hat and apron said. Long story short: two little fillies were introduced to their second favorite (behind pancakes of course) breakfast: cheesy eggs. They ate them so fast you might as well have put a vacuum at the table.
'This won't be so bad.' Jason thought to himself.