//------------------------------// // Chapter 1. A change of scenery // Story: The Choice // by Not_available_now //------------------------------// Chapter one: A change of scenery He opened his eyes slowly, forgetting for just a second where he was, then it came to him; it was the last day of school, finally the last day, the one day he has been looking forward to. He just had to cycle to the damn place at 6 in the morning because of the distance and he’ll be done. He just has to listen to some boring speech about how good the year’s been going and then freedom. And after that he still has to turn in his books afterwards though. ‘Why do I have to carry all my books there in one haul. Just make it 2 or 3 days, much lighter.’ He got out of his bed and got dressed. He walked downstairs and ate some cereal before he grabbed his backpack and  stuffed it with books, ‘ugh it’s like 10 kilos or something, way too heavy to be legal’. He manned up and grabbed it, grabbing a bottle of water as he went out to his bike. ‘On I go, once more to the boring school’. And I rode away on my cycle.    ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Discord sensed something, a large magical burst. It appeared that Princess Celestia teleported away, and a long way too. Delightful, he thought, perfect for my plans. ‘now I must act quickly ’, he thought, his mind drifting along, as his body was still encased in stone. There still was a large amount of magical residue left for his plans, as the Princess performed quite the advanced spell and didn’t bother to clean up nicely, ‘tsk, tsk, tsk’, he thought, ‘way to sloppy of her’. He sculpted the teleportation spell to be more like a door , or rift, in space, and to have another place to go to, or rather another dimension.    ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He cycled along the road, past some houses as he entered the densely wooded part of the journey, the backpack cutting into his shoulder, regretting the decision not to buy that crate for the front rack. He saw something shimmer ahead, but discarded it as a shimmer or an illusion. He cycled on, not knowing what the shimmer actually was. He closed his eyes and hummed a melody from minecraft, a game he liked to play, a he felt a strange sensation fall over him. He looked up and saw that the scenery has changed, he was cycling along  neatly trimmed and ordered rows of apple trees, a fence around them. He never saw it before, ‘strange, I never saw these trees before, and they sure didn’t appear overnight. It must be a stupid trick of my mind.’ He thought as he discarded the strange difference in scenery. He cycled along of the seemingly endless rows of trees, looking at his watch from time to time to check the time. After an hour he saw a large red house, a road leading to the road he was cycling on and a large sign at the entrance that read: Sweet Apple Acres. That name reminded him of something, but he couldn’t figure out what. He thought that he was lost, and looked on the gps on his phone, but I didn’t have any signal. ‘strange, almost everywhere here you have coverage, maybe there’s a problem somewhere.’ He thought about going to the orchard, but decided not to as he could see that the road kept on going, and he wasn’t too fond of going to complete strangers and ask them something. He cycled for about 15 minutes before he saw a town rise up in his sight, ‘finally, a town. I can look at a map or go to the tourist’s office.’ He cycled into town, he all of the sudden saw that the houses consisted of a large array of colors and some were built at seemingly impossible angles. He decided to cycle on, although a bit puzzled about how the houses looked. Then he saw a large tree coming up, ‘Ah, I can park my bike here and look for something or someone to give me directions.’ He locked his bike in front of the tree as he noticed that is had doors and windows. He looked inside and saw rows and rows of books stacked in bookcases lining the wall. ‘there must be a map inside here somewhere.’ He thought as he tried the door and found it surprisingly open. He went inside and looked around, no one to be seen around. He checked the library out, ‘hmm, everything is so small and broad, probably build for a midget.’ He saw a map on the wall and looked at it. He thought: this is a weird map, I doesn’t look like earth at all, I says Equestria on top. Well, at least they speak English hear. Maybe they have some books around here.’ He looked at the shell named maps, but only saw the same map, albeit some were more detailed and he saw names as: Ponyville, Appeloosa, Fillydelphia and Manehattan. ‘this place is some cruel joke, isn’t it. Was it you Thomas!’ he jelled, thinking his friends pranked him, again.  A certain mare who was sleeping upstairs waked at the noise, “hmm, five more minutes, Spike, then I’ll come.” A yell came from downstairs: “Whoever is doing this to me, they can stop now.” She was shocked awake, ‘ maybe there’s a burglar downstairs, should I wait or confront him’, after a few seconds of thinking she decided to go downstairs, but not without a heavy tome to smack any possible thieves. She slowly descended the staircase, tome ready to strike in the grip of her magic. She crawled around the corner to see a human swinging a map book around for no good reason, to protect her book she smacked him hard against the temple with het tome and he fell down, he just saw a purple pony fill his already darkening vision and he muttered just before passing out: “what the fuck are you?”   A/N: this is my first fic and I would like some feedback in the comments, not about the story, just about the grammar and such(English isn’t my native languish, so). Also, should I continue to write  this story or just stop and begin fresh. BTW: only good criticism, no hate.