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// A Letter from Earth 
// Story: Moving On 
// by Darth Pestilence 
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Dear Friends,

Sorry I haven’t written anything in here or responded to your messages for the past couple of days. I’ve been too tired to get to you before now. However, now that I'm properly rested, I can finally tell you guys everything that’s happened since I left. Brace yourselves, this story’s a long one.

When I first came to, I was in my bedroom. Not even a second had gone by after I realized that I was finally home when my dad, looking just like he did on the last day I saw him, opened the door and turned on the lights. As I sat there, still having not completely comprehended the situation, my Dad looked me over and spoke.

“You’re already dressed? Did you sleep in your clothes or something?”

I shook my head and he said, “Well, c’mon down and get some breakfast. You’ve gotta eat before you go to school, you know.”

He walked away, leaving me wondering what the heck was going on. After several minutes of sitting on my bed, I got up and walked over to my mirror. To my shock, I was 14 again, looking exactly the same as when I appeared in Equestria. Yeah, really. The spell that you all used must have sent me back in time to the moment before or after I appeared in your world. Still, I remembered everything that happened, so I’m basically a 17 year old in a 14 year old’s body. (Looks like I have to go through puberty again. Yay).

I stood there, staring at myself in the mirror for five minutes straight before my little brother walked in and snapped me out of it. I walked downstairs with him silently, arriving at the kitchen table where both my Mom and a plate of sausage and eggs waited for me. I sat down, prayed, and slowly ate my food; all the while I looked around at everyone to make sure that I wasn’t just seeing things. After awhile, Mom noticed.

“Is everything alright, honey?”

“Uh, yeah,” I replied unconvincingly. “I just had a bad dream.”

I’m guessing she didn’t believe me, but she nodded and turned back to her food. I did nothing but sit in silence for a moment or two before my eye caught the calendar hanging on the wall. Right on the page in bold numbers was the year: 2015. 

After that, the entire day was a blur. I remember that I went to school, but I don’t remember a single thing that happened that day. The only thing my mind could focus on was the year I saw on that calendar. How was I back? It wasn’t all a dream, was it? 

I was terrified that my time in Equestria wasn’t real, but my fears were put at ease when I came home and saw the book you had sent with me, which was still in the bag I put it in before we had our little cry fest. I opened it up and felt a rush of relief when I read all the messages you had sent me. It wasn’t a dream after all, and I was so happy I was literally pulling a Pinkie Pie and jumping for joy. Still, I couldn’t respond. I wanted to, but my brain was so fried from stress and relief that I wouldn’t have been able to write a reply if I tried. With that in mind, I hid this book under the bed and went to sleep.

My mind was a lot clearer when I woke up, and I was able to act like something other than a brain-dead zombie. I went to school that day and breezed through all of my classes. Twilight, I’ve gotta say, all of that tutoring paid off. Those classes were child’s play compared to what you taught me!

Anyway, now that my mind was clear, I was able to slip back into my daily routine and interact with everyone around me normally (although I did get some weird looks when I accidentally said ‘everypony’ instead of ‘everyone’ a few times). However, I was not the same person I was before I came to your world, and I applied everything I’d learned to my life. 

To say that people have noticed a change in me would be an understatement. I’ve had multiple teachers ask me if I’m feeling okay, all of my old friends give me odd stares, and my parents even took me to the doctor to see if I was sick! One particular highlight of that day was when I helped a girl (one whom I’d previously mocked for her acne problems) by picking up some of the books she’d dropped. When I followed that up by asking how her day was, her expression gave off the impression that I’d grown a third eye or something. It was pretty hilarious to be honest.

I went to sleep as soon as I finished my homework due to exhaustion, which is why I didn’t write a reply yesterday. Now that school and my homework is done for the day, and I have some time to myself, I’ve finally gotten around to writing all of this. Thus, here we are in the present.

I’m glad to be back with my family again, but I miss you guys a bunch. I wish you were here SOOOOO badly. A lot of the guys in my school (and this world, for that matter) would benefit from meeting you all. I guess since that option is off the table, it looks like being an example for others falls to me, which means I’m going to need to rely on you guys in the upcoming years. 

I’ve gotta go to sleep now (plus, my writing hand is cramping), so I’m gonna wrap this up. Thank you for all of the messages you sent me, and I look forward to talking with you all in the near future.

And I’ll never forget.

I love you too much, far too much. 

Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the Parasprites bite.



Yours truly,



Oliver Robertson