...Have you ever woken up to a dream?
That's a really strange question, isn't it? Normally you wake up from a dream, not the other way around. But, for the longest time, I did have it the other way around. It was only when I slept that I returned to reality; or in my case just my hopes. It's almost tragic... You try and try to grab out for your dreams, but you can never get it. It's like that with reality and me. I close my eyes and just try to grab it... But I never get close enough.
You never really know what you had until it's too far away for you to touch. When that happens... God... You'd do anything to get that back. Just... Anything...
...I'm sorry. I lost myself in thought again. Let me explain what I meant when I said "woken up to a dream". See, my reality is that I'm -well- a normal girl. I had a normal family; normal brother, normal sister, normal mom and dad. I worked part time on my family farm so I wouldn't need to ask for any money from mom and dad. It wasn't like I could just go and get a job at fourteen, so working on the farm seemed as good a place as any to start... Man, what I wouldn't give to go back to pitching hay...
The short story of what happened is... I don't know. The long story is... I really have no idea what happened. I just... woke up here. I woke up in this dream. Animals talking, horses flying, ponies doing magic; it had to be a dream. But... It wasn't a dream, was it? No. No, you can have your brother and sister laugh at you after you have it if it were a dream... I never once got to tell my brother or sister about this dream... I never got to tell anyone.
Instead, the moment I woke to this dream, I felt very different. Different was maybe the best way to even say that... I was certainly different than everything else in this world. For one thing, I could walk on two legs... For another, I had only two legs. Everything else with any sort of brains about them walked on four legs and was covered in fur. A girl's fantasy land, really. Only, fantasies I now know lose their majesty after awhile. These ponies... They hated each other.
They didn't show any sort of mercy... Any kind of love... All they felt was anger when they looked at one that was different than them. The world a woke to smelled like copper and tasted like it too. The grass was grey-dead and the dirt was spongy with the soak of blood. Maybe that was all my imagination... Maybe everything here was... I could have died for all I knew and came here as some sort of twisted afterlife. I still don't know... But I knew it had to stop.
"Stop!" I yelled, "You've gotta stop!" But they didn't... They didn't hear me or just didn't want to. Talons ripped at soft tissue and eyes were gouged by dull yet effective horns. Caws, whinnies, curdling screams... How many different kinds did I hear in just one second that day? I recall them all so vividly... Just like how I recall the anger I felt when I looked at them fighting.
It was... Pointless! I didn't even know whatever these creatures were... But they were fighting over nothing! Not one of them worked together. I saw ones with horns slay a winged one before turning right onto another with a horn. This was crazy! It was bloodshed for the sake of shedding blood. No reason! Pointless! Barbaric! It... It had to stop. And I was the only one trying to stop it...
"This isn't for anything! Stop fighting!" I screamed my lungs out from the hill of dead grass... But they still kept fighting each other like... Like... animals.
I didn't know these creatures... I didn't know what they stood for... I didn't even know where the hell I was or what the hell I was supposed to do! I was just a child! What the hell was I supposed to do! It was frustrating! It made me so sick! I was so...! Mad! I kept screaming at them to stop. But... I slammed my fist against the ground, falling to my knees and pleading with clenched teeth for this 'dream' to end. I beat the land... I beat it like I would beat my pillow in a fit of anger... But unlike my pillow, it hurt...
My knuckles bruised... They bled... They felt so, so fuzzy with dull pain... My hand was real at that moment. The world before me was real at that moment. The creatures dying down there were real at that moment. The screams of pain were very real at that moment. And at that moment... My words were real.
"Stop it..." was all I whispered... And they listened. The fighting... The screaming... The hurting. It all stopped and the center of the world fell onto me at that moment. Blooded eyes of barbaric savages looked at me... And I felt... Very different. I felt this... This light inside my chest. This light telling me I was alive. That I was safe. And that I could stop this all.
Terror cut through my body as my feet squelched along across the war field, passing a different creature one after the other. The eyes followed me and so did the growls when I went past one. My heart beat against my ribs, making my blood churn like the field filled with it I was standing on. Around me were these... Things. But to them, I was a thing to.
"My name is Megan... And..." The light felt so warm... "...I will never let this sort of fighting happen AGAIN!"
Shouldn't this be a crossover with G1?
3424073 No. Why?
3424086 Well mind you Megan is name of the protagonist from G1 so you could understand the confusion.
3424100 It is that Megan.
3424107 Then technically it should be a crossover with G1.
3424117 Technically no. It's the same series, albeit another universe. Such as revamping a character from any other My Little Pony series, it's not a cross-over. Rather, it's a new version of an old character.
Oh god, you did a fic based on these pictures?
I am in love!
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3424181 No-No-No. Not that one yet. We're saving that for later.
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3424185 Don't you worry. It'll be used.
SHE'S SO BADASS!
i eeally liked this story, nice and short. but i would be way happier if it would be much bigger. 2 chapters arent enough to call it "Complete" imo.
Oh hell yes.
This DAMN good.
~Skeeter The Lurker
3424205 Complete? What do you--OH! Sorry about that. Let me fix that.
3424235 i pretty much thought you accidentally pressed that but wasnt 100% sure
God dayum, this is shaping up to be so awesome!
I only wish chapters were longer
Not enough Megan fics, that's for sure. Definitely in my to-read list.
Nice start. I can't wait to see were it goes.
Will Megan's younger siblings be mentioned at all? (They appeared in G1 also, a boy being the middle child and the youngest a girl, who was somewhat like Fluttershy in behavior. Perhaps something happened to them that could serve as her motivation)
3432525 You'll just have to wait until next chapter.
3456745 You know what? You're right. Sorry about that.
There was a new chapter today?
3457121 Removed it. I decided that I should make it at length.
3457127
Alright.
Seems interesting.
Really, REALLY interesting.
Momentary Fav.
Make it a permanent one and you'll have a treat.
Haven't read it yet, but the first thing you need to do is remove the period in the title.
3503670 Mmmmm... Nope.
3503892 Well, you don't have to, but for the most part, in novels the the only punctuation ever used is an exclamation point of a question mark.
Also, sorry if I came off as a jackass earlier.
*Pokes with a stick* is this dead, or will there be any updates?
3573981 Very well... I'll update it now.
3574292 Yay!
3574300 It shall be ready on the morrow.
3574694 *pokes with a stick* So someday this month maybe?
3583427 It's coming, it's coming... Give it a moment. Art takes time.
So, she got the Rainbow of Light?
3626887 No.
man i hope this doesnt become a dead fic
I'ma lurkin
3626892 will this story ever be updated?
4380394 If one more person asks, it's tomorrow.
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QUICKLY MY BRETHERIN(or sisterin) ONE MORE REQUEST AND IT SHALL BE DONE!!!!
PLEEEEEAAAAAAASEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Whelp, this 4381846 asked
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4382107 Sigh... Wednesday it is... Let me just get some sleep.
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okay! 'ave good dreams!
History never records the real way that things happen. From Megan's memoirs here, I'm thinking that she had subconsciously accessed some kind of mind magic. One has to wonder how a 14-year-old girl will do uniting a shattered world.
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She was half right I suppose.
P.S.
Down-voting for outrageously slow update-speed.
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That's a dumb reason.
MEGAN HAS ACCESSED THE SPIRIT OF THE FAUSTICORN !!!!!!!