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// Lets Recap 
// Story: Saving Equestria 
// by HazardFacts 
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Saving Equestria
Part 1: Let’s recap
Chapter 1: 
Okay, normally in these types of stories we’d start from the very beginning. You know; back when I was on Earth, my life sucked, and everyone was out to get me, right? 
Well you know what? Forget that, here’s what we’ll do; I’ll give ya’ll a quick recap of what led me to where I am now. Oh and by the way; yeah, I’m in Equestria, and yeah, I’m in Princess Celestia’s Palace, about to receive a team of ponies to help me on my journey.

First thing’s first. My life didn’t suck back when I was on Earth, it was actually pretty good. I had parents that loved me, I was an only child, and I went to a school full of brotherly love. When I say brother I mean the kind where you get together with your buddies and act like fools whenever it’s not time to be serious. I had a really close friend too. She was a girl, and no, she was not my girlfriend. We just really clicked. It was like we were family or something. Anyways, I liked my life and I had only one problem. I never had the drive to apply myself. 

…

Okay I won’t go as far as never, but it wasn’t all the time that I had the drive to apply myself. Now when I had something important like a test, then I kicked it into high gear and got serious enough to earn myself a seat in an honors class. Now if only I could apply myself like that all the time I might be able to feel good about my existing for once. 
I’m really creative and that’s about it.

So one day while walking through the woods, (wow, can’t get anymore cliché than that now can ya?) I honestly don’t even know why I was in the woods, I hate going places outside. Not because I’m lazy, because I’m really not. (I’m writing this story how could I be lazy?) The thing is, I am terrible with directions, so I thought I would get lost and never find my way back. That was always a fear of mine… then of course we have bugs and wild animals that could prolly kill me if they wanted to. And they most likely would. 

Back on track now. 

So I’m walking, and see something really shiny on the ground, half of it resting under a leaf. How did I see it? Well, shiny things do tend to reflect light so… I think you can figure out the rest. I’m already out there, might as well check it out. Man, I wished someone would have been with me, I wouldn’t have been as afraid as I was of being out there then.
So I pick up this shiny thing and it turns out to be a weird looking watch. It’s purple, my favorite color since before Twilight Sparkle.
The watch had three pointed edges, looked like they were pointing downward by the way the watch was structured. 
So what do I do? I put it on of course. Like the idiot and now thief that am, I put it on. I mean come on. It looked cool, and it was in the middle of a forest under a pile of underbrush for crying out… something. I’d like to see you do better, Mother Teresa. 

Anyways. So I put it on and all of a sudden, I’m still trying to figure out how this happened, I see some kind of difference in color. Around me I can see the regular color and then suddenly I can see brighter color in front of me.  Even weirder, forest looked like it wasn’t even real. It looked sort of cartooned. I’m really not sure how to describe that. The clash formed a sort of line. Okay excuse my grammar. It did form a line, one that I could clearly see. 

I looked around to see if I was in some sort of box or something. I wasn’t. There was just a wall of brighter color in front of me. Then I decided to test out a just-thought-of theory. Sometimes people don’t see what’s right in front of them. That being the case, it would explain why I didn’t notice the color difference earlier. It was a wall. That’s the only reason why it would be so weird. So I moved forward at a regular pace. Dang I was so sure of myself, sure that I was right, sure that it wasn’t real. 
Here’s where our problem comes in; it wasn’t a wall.

As soon as I touched the “wall” my hand felt like it was sort of sticking to it. Not as in super glued but as in magnetized. Ever tried to pull two magnets apart? That’s what this was like. I did get my hand unstuck pretty easily, but… I put it back. Yeah, yeah, I know. ‘That was so stupid’ and ‘why would you do that’ or my personal favorite ‘why wouldn’t you go and tell an adult?’ 
Honestly, what am I, five years old?
I’m 15 dude and I can sure as heck make a decision for myself. Besides, you know how when you do something stupid that you want to just do it again, and again, and again? Yeah, okay, five year old move right there but come on, tons of you would have done what I did. And don’t even try to act like you wouldn’t. I lost my track of time doing this. I’m sure that I massacred enough of it.
Pffff. Hah! Imagine that. A massacre of time. You see, when I imagine that, I see clock soldiers being picked off by sleep-deprived teenagers that just don’t give a care about their alarms anymore.

Cutting to the chase, the wall eventually wouldn’t let me pull back. Yeah. I started to feel sort of scared, but the real fear wasn’t setting in yet. I tried to pull back again and the wall started pulling me. My hand was now fully inside of the wall.