//------------------------------// // Chapter 0: 5 and11 years ago... // Story: The Stars Above // by BrakePads //------------------------------// Chapter 0: 5 and 11 ago Tone Music Dear Diary, Hello first diary! I am so glad I finally got you today for my 7th birthday! You have been my long-time dream to get you into my hooves. And now I have you. This is the best gift ever! Some other ponies in my tribe get more than a single gift but [replicated farting noise] who needs junk? Dear Diary, I caught my first fish today! It was small but it is my first! Dear Diary, My younger sister Izzy nearly caught our house on fire the other day when she accidentally put the firewood to close to the wall and it started to catch on fire. That would’ve been a disaster with Winter coming. Where would we stay from the cold? Dear Diary, Ewwww! My sister kissed my on the lips! I am to young for this tradition yet! I know it is Kings Day which means couples get together but still! Dear Diary, Surprise! I’ve been invinted to got with my grandpa to pick Snozzberries at West Later this week! I hope I won’t break my leg right before the trip starts like last time. I hope, I can become stronker than last time. Entry 2: Grammar: I hope I can become stronger than last time, my bad on my younger self. Dear Diary, I forgot to add this from my last entry yesterday. Snozzberies only appear in the wintertime and best bend is the only place where they aren’t over harvested normally. This will be a long five-day trek to get there but it will be worth it, hopefully. Dear Diary, We’re leaving tomorrow morning! EEEEEEE! This is going to be exciting! All of our bags are packed and Izzy and I can’t sleep! I with that it won’t 5 days to get there but, ehe, I can do anything about it. Tonight, I read something about how there was a land that had something called “Unicorns” that could use magic to levitate things. I feel lucky for them since we only have wings or nothing but there is nothing I can do about it. Why? Dear Diary, Today we started our trek to West Bend and the entire time and so far, my sister has been on my back because she is tired. Come on! You are only 10 months younger than me and you don’t have strength?! Dear Diary, Well I kicked off my sister from my back and is now suffering as much as I am. Dear Diary, We’ve made it to West Bend! Let the picking began! [Tone Music] Dear the Portal to my Past Life, Exactly 5 years ago, I went on a trip. The place was called West Bend. We were going to pick berries for the festival, but mother nature had other plans. She replaced the grounds of my life with boiling magma that ended up taking the lives of my grandpa, my parents, my village, and my beloved sister. That day, the fire deep within the crust forced itself out the of the soul of the mountains. The fire then turned to magma which then flowed its way across the holy land that I call home and burned my soul away. I know I’ve done this for the 5th time in this journal but for the past five years, it has been a draw. Every village I’ve been to has either kicked me out or treated me so poorly that I’ve fled from it. This, in turn, made me learn at least 10 different languages that I can’t even remember one. The hunt is on for the Village X and in turn my gateway to a better life. [Tone Music] Dear Journal, [Three years from present] Yesterday, I stumbled a village in the Trotgass Forest where I was hearing voices of a place called Equestria. I somehow didn’t end up getting kicked out and despite all the different species which none where pony, darn. Anyways, I walked into a par and ordered a No. 7 and that is when I met a gentleman (or is it gentalghulah?) Ghoul who told me about the place Equestria that is where my kind hails from. I immediately got interested and he offered a job position as a trader between this village, named Nowheresville, and Equestria but I must learn the language of Equestrian. What could possible happen? Dear My Somewhat Approved Life, Well, Equestrain isn’t as hard as I though and made from acquaintances in Nowheresville and work as a hunter, which isn’t all that bad. I also sometimes bring back salvage from my missions in the forest. However, my rate of getting into bar fights has improved dramatically since I arrived. I still like to live in the forest in a makeshift tent I made some time back. Why do I need a house? Dear Bless My Soul, [Tone Music] Well, here is something that nearly gave me a heart attack yesterday. I was in route to an abandoned outpost to scavenge it when I was a creature being ambushed from a dragon. I scrammed to the dragon and ended finding a earth pony (woohoo!) trying to fight the dragon. I ended up killing the dragon but not before the pony went black and a blizzard washed the land. We ended up in a nearby abandoned mineshaft. [Tone Music] Then I woke up this morning with him sleeping with no grace regarding his sleeping position and with a pterolycus sleeping on my shoulder which nearly gave me a panic attack. It was awake and staring at me. The blizzard was still going so we were stuck in the cave for about another hour before I carried the still unconscious stallion on my back and arrived at night fall. I took him to hospital and now is waiting for him to respond at the instant. By the way, the pterolycus stayed with me until halfway when he ran after some turkeys and never came back. Dear My Crazy Life, Some stallion came to me while I was talking to a ghoul to thank me for saving the pony from last week. I wonder who he could be connected to. Dear This Book, [Tone Music] The village got destroyed in a forest fire and I am on my way to whatever this land that I call Equestria is. I hope they’ll be kinder than the residence of the last village which sadly, none made it out in time or survived their injuries. Dear The Heaven Above, [Tone Music] I finally made it to Equestria! Woohoo! I stumbled across a village that I’ve yet to disover that its name is yet but is way, way, bigger than my previous “home” of Nowheresville. It has about 70 buildings with a building with some track leading in and out of it so I have to check that out. Overall, it seems to be a fine town for me to settle. I should apply for [Sound Effect] citizenship so I can stay. [10 months till present] Dear Journal From A Very Happy Earth Pony Stallion, [Tone Music] Success! I got my citizenship for Equestria! Now all I must do is- oh, wait, right. I need to find a house, and I have no clue where. [One week later] Dear Journal, Well found something, a single twin bed hut on the edge of town near the Trotgass Forest and a river. Nothing much but this is like the best house I’ve ever been to! It even has a permanent stove with a single burner! I just realized something the town is called Foalbanks. [One month till present] Dear This Crazy World, [Tone] For some reason, the amount of guards has increase dramatically within the last week. This is not a good sign, but I don’t care, what could possible happen? [One-week until present] Dear The Crazies, [Tone Music] Okay, it is getting worst in Foalbanks, the trains are coming in and out of the single platform station with one more on the building lot and there building a military outpost. What the hell is going on? Present… [Background Sounds] It was a beautiful morning in the city of Foalbanks, Far North, Equestria, and in the outskirts of the town lays a very sleepy Alexander who was just getting up for the day. Alex crawled his way to his window where it paned out towards the Trotena River and the woods that surround his lonely house on his three acre land slab. Alex muttered to himself that he has to go ice fishing for himself and the process of doing so. Sighing, he went to his coat rack to pickup his russet But as soon as he put on his jacket, the door was knocked on by somepony. ‘What? The mail is here this early?’ Alex though before walking over to the door to uncover a pegasus guard. “Are you Alexander?” The guard asked in a strong voice. “Yes, I am.” Alex replied in a strong middle eastern accent. The guard then handed him a letter while saying “You are to meet at the station by 9 o’clock tonight. “Uh, okay.” Alex said as the guard turned around and departed. “What does this letter say?” Alex though aloud as he opened the letter. Mr. Alexander, You are, under the officials of the National Equestrian Military, drafted into service for an unspecific amount of time. You will meet at Foalbanks International Train Station at 17:00 tonight at platform 13. This is mandatory and you will only be allowed to bring a single bag. Signed, Artillery Gung Captain Artillery Gung, Captain of the Equestrian Military. And with that, Alex tripped over his bed.