//------------------------------// // I See Skies of Blue and Clouds of White... // Story: Rebirth of Magic: Izzytastic! // by JimmyHook19 //------------------------------// It is said that in times of danger, heroes will come together to face the rising tide of evil, and fight back to preserve the light. These heroes can come from the strangest of places. This is the story of one such hero. Although she appears to be Izzy Moonbow, you may be surprised to learn her true origins... Right, stop the tape! Let's make this a bit more fun! If you've already read the title, you'll know this about me, Izzy Moonbow of the Bridlewood Moonbows. Come to think of it, I haven't spoken to the Vanhoover Moonbows in a really long time, but that's a story for another time. I'm here to tell you my story. Hopefully it won't take too long, but I reckon you'll find it interesting. It's the story of a pony who, though seemingly very ordinary, found herself in a situation that was rather extraordinary. But I'm sure you want to hear how it all started. For that we have to go back. No, beyond me arriving in Maretime Bay. A bit further back please! Keep it going! Past the balloon! And even past the wall being put up! No, not that far! They don't need to see that Oregon bit! It's boring! Ahh, here we are. That's much, much better for them to see and read about. I know in the movie that I say I've never seen the sea before, but the truth is that isn't quite true. You see, I actually had seen the sea before. I lived some of my life either next to it or within two hours drive of the sea. Because I originally wasn't a unicorn. That doesn't mean I was an Earth Pony, or a Pegasus. It means I was a human, just like you! Assuming it's a human who is reading this, that is. It's been so long since those days that it feels weird talking about them as if they are a part of my own life. For all I can feel it's as if those were the memories of another being altogether. I'll try my best to recall them, though. I wasn't born Izzy Moonbow, of course. I was a human in those days. A plain old human who had his own struggles and codes of life. That human was called James. Jimmy to his friends. He lived in a seaside town, in a seaside street, in a seaside house set back from a roadway. He lived in this house with several other people, within a room with a nice view of the sun sparkling on the water and the skies entering easily. This could be awkward for him, as he was a pretty heavy sleeper, am I right? Of course I am, I'm talking about myself. Still feels weird saying that. Kinda like how putting a certain white sauce on things still tastes a bit odd. I mentioned how Jimmy had a good view of the sea. Well, today wasn't so good for that as there was a strong pail of fog that had floated in from the Bermuda Triangle, covering everything in a dense cloud of nothingness. This was a problem for him, as he needed to convey a family member for treatment. Or rather, away from treatment as they had been treated overnight and needed urgent transportation back to the town he lived in. Jimmy hauled himself away from his bed and then almost immediately fell down the stairs to the bottom. He hit the bottom and bounced upright, in defiance of all known laws of logic, physics, and time. But this was handy for him, as he could find some cheese to eat before leaving. Much like a previous time, the cheese was slippery, and lacked a rind (therefore not improving with age). James knew this as he had recently watched a video in which an English TV presenter had talked at great length about cheese. James then dealt with his cheese enemy and ate it on a piece of bread that could easily have been confused for hard tack. It really was that hard. Oh, sorry, I meant to say Jimmy. There are far too many James' in this story. But let us focus on the interesting bit. Jimmy had to get his car ready to go and out to the hospital. Jimmy lived on an island connected to the mainland by a bridge, and this was the only way on or off, unless you fancied trying a boat to get about (the number of shipwrecks made this a rather bad idea). But Jimmy was ready to go at last, having saved time by showering the previous night and sleeping in his clothes. He then went down the steps from the house and started the car remotely. It was one of those clever remote start things, which some people had. I must try to fit something similar to my moped some day. Jimmy got in and drove along the road, with a familiar piece of music on the radio. "Well, I wasn't expecting that," he said. "And tonight, I drive along a road..." Jimmy was much of the way to the island exit when suddenly something flew out of the air and hit the windshield. This forced him to stop and check if the windshield was cracked, and it luckily was not. But still, what was that object that had apparently struck his car in such a way it had bounced. This suggested a small bouncy thing. Jimmy was proud of the fact he had figured it out. His genius terrified him sometimes. He walked over to the side of the road and saw something still bouncing at the side of the road. It was a tennis ball, which was seemingly refusing to pay any heed to physics, endlessly bouncing up and down. This was strange, so Jimmy naturally picked it up and peered at it closely. This would later prove to be something of a mistake. For him, but not for me! The tennis ball was enormously strong, and sucked him into a treeline at incredible speed, dragging him along as he bounced up and down like a speedbump. He finally stopped in a block of trees that blocked any view from the road, and blue appeared somewhere. "Arise, brave hero!" said a voice. "Take her place!" I must inform you now Jimmy's hair was long. Kinda like mine. It pulled up a bit, and then began to shift to blue in a wave. Nothing seemed to be happening in any particular order. A tail popped out of his rear, cutting a hole through his pants, which were getting rather tight from the force being exerted on them. His face was stretched out into a muzzle as a horn popped through some of the hair, which was already changing over to the new colour entirely. His hands and feet were already hooves, and purple fur was already starting to spread all over his frame. Or her frame, as it became a few seconds later. Her spine was forced downwards, and the rapid expansion of her chest and other parts quickly led to her shirt and pants being torn to pieces, fabric landing all over the floor in a mess. His eyes turned pink as two pony ears replaced his older human ones. The last of the fur coloration had spread all over her body as it was now, and it now seemed to be finished. And this is where I'll refer to myself exclusively in the first person to avoid causing any further confusion with the person I used to be. The car engine was still running. I, admittedly, didn't have any of Izzy's knowledge apart from what we saw in the show, but it was worth trying. I trotted round the other side, and tried to manipulate the key with my horn. Magic, not a uni-pecker, silly! Nothing happened. "Huh," I said. "Maybe this place doesn't have any magic?" I would soon get an answer to that, as a large pink wave began to approach over the beach front. It seemed like water, but the light conditions were completely wrong for it to sparkle like that. Speaking of which, some of the local sparkle was ready bright right now! The sparkles helped me to realize what it was. There was a wave of glitter approaching me! This would be so handy for crafting things! Seconds later, it slammed into the landscape, uprooting several trees and flowing between buildings and structures, not damaging them but making them a lot more colorful. "YAY!" The stuff continued to flood onwards through the waterways, and made things even more colorful. It was then I realised there was a bit of a flaw with where I had chosen to stand. The glitter was coming my way! I held my breath as it approached, expecting it to swallow me up. Instead, it carried me along the top of it towards the edge of the scenery. And then it came into view!