Chapter 1 (I've seen stranger Mondays.)
Morning again great another day of mindless busy work and countless hours of learning nothing of value; Who ever said your happiness in the morning must had never had a good night’s rest. You start to think about when Twilight was still around and how she always found all your school assignments fascinating, you liked the way her eyes would sparkle as you talked about your day. Of course being stuck in a house for weeks would make anything sound interesting, you always meant to show her your world but you always deciding against it by telling yourself, there’s no talking animals and if people saw a talking pony it would be really bad. You never did explain to her what you meant by saying it would be bad, you didn't want to think about what people would do. You wished you did explain it to her, your mind wanders to the night she left. The sight of seeing her hurt broke your heart and even though you miss her inquisitive attitude you’re happy she is safe in her own world.
Your thoughts about weeks past only last until your ear rapeing alarm starts it’s chime.
You get out of bed and walk to your kitchen to start the day. You shovel some waffles into your mouth as you carelessly scribble in a few sentences to the half-finished essay you put off for the last week. Looking over your page you say to yourself if you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit. You put the poorly wrote paper into your bag as you finish eating.
As you get up to put the dishes up you hear a sound that brings back an all too familiar thought; the sound of lightning hitting a pole that you have heard only when Twilight failed her spells. You look to the center of the room as a green swirl starts to form; the swirl grows bigger taking on an abstract circle shape. it grows brighter as it pops; a piece of what looks like rolled paper falls to the ground.
You’re surprised to see a rolled up piece of paper on the ground after the light show it put on. You bend down and examine the paper; it looks like old parchment from a old medieval movie or something with a red strap around it engraved with a C on the strap.
You start to unravel the paper and begin to read,
“Dear reader of this letter you have been summoned by Princess Celestia to the land of Equestria for a formal meeting. When you are ready to go all you need to say is Airtseuqe.”
You continue to study the short letter; your mind is straining to understand what you just read. You struggle to accept this letter as real you think your mind is playing tricks on you like last week when you thought the neighbor’s dog was talking to you and you spent forty minutes trying to talk to it. You felt like Doctor Dolittle until your neighbor caught you talking and you had to play it off as a complement to how cute the dog looked.
You continue you to stare at the letter before you say the word “Airtseuqe”. Right as you say this gibberish the green magic you saw before springs up around you and tighten its grip. The room is blocked out by the swirling green mist that engulfs you now; you start to feel like you're moving very fast almost like being on a roller coaster you hear faint sounds of wind whooshing past your ears you also swear you can hear a faint voice in the distinct...
End of chapter 1