Chapter 1: rebirth
I suppose you could say I was pretty lucky; I survived a fall from the cliffs of Dover.
But the biggest question is… how?
Simple, it was a dimensional rift.
If you believe in the string theory then a dimensional rift is, well let me explain string theory first. Ok when scientists tried to find the exact position of an electron they found out that they couldn't do it. It was impossible. They theorized that all matter resonated off of "strings" like how sound resonates from a guitar string. Then a rift would be a rip in the strings that matter resonates out of one side but not the other. In other words a place that sucks in matter to another world.
So basically, I fell through a little hole in space-time.
But something else happened that day, the day I landed on the ground.
I was fading in and out of consciousness. Seeing flashes of, bizarrely, rainbows streaking across the sky. There was something oddly familiar about it.
I heard a timid voice next to me. “Oh, I do hope he’s alright”
Gingerly, I got up to my feet… and ran a hoof through my mane.
Blood trickling down over my muzzle. “Well, that’s going to be sore in the morning”
I muttered, before collapsing once more.
I felt myself being lifted up at some point. I was place onto a big red horse’s back.
“Hey, Big Mac, you okay with carrying him on yer back like that?” a voice with a southern twang in her accent spoke with an air of worry.
Big Mac simply nodded “eeeyup” he uttered nonchalantly.
The trio arrived at a Hospice.
The rain had begun, as if right on cue.
I had regained consciousness.
“Its okay,” the trio looked at me for a moment. “I think….i think I can just about manage now” I stepped down, and stopped for a moment, and propped myself against the wall near the entrance.
I grinned sheepishly at them, and then looked up at that flash of rainbow.
“Sorry about that, Guys, I must have missed one” the cyan Pegasus hollered.
I walked through the doors, and sat down, soaking wet with rain and blood.
“Hello? Sir? What happened?” a nurse asked, I was a tad concussed to formulate a proper sentence to explain everything. A simple “fell… tree... Landed… have concussion… mild abrasions to head” seemed to suffice.
She looked at me like a cow looking at an on-coming train.
“That’s a good sign then, self-diagnosis,”
She smiled. I grinned back, and then the grin was gone replaced by a frown, laden with hints of worry and undertones of fear.
“I don’t suppose you know where there’s a place for me to stay do you?”
She shook her head.
Cursing under my breath, I walked out.
The blond pony took one look at me, looked at Big Mac, who nodded peacefully.
And then she asked me the dreaded question.
“Now then, what’s yer name?”
I started to think. Then it occurred to me.
“Call me Trigger Cocktail, I prefer Trigger though”
“Well then Trigger, you need a place to stay, am ah right? Well, we could always use an extra hoof around the farm, my names Applejack”
Fluttershy smiled, brighter than a thousand suns “oh you’ll love it there, lots of space and Apples and apples….”
I looked at the blond pony for a moment.
“Did she just say apples twice?” I asked.
“Eeeyup” Big Mac grinned
“Yup, that’s Apple farm and yer looking at two members of the Apple family” Applejack said with an air of pride.
“Thank you Applejack, I wont be too much of a hassle, I promise” I hugged her. Though I really didn’t know why, just felt natural. “But just one question, where the hell am I?”
“You mean you don’t know? Yer in Ponyville o’course!” Applejack beamed.
That’s when a flash of pink sped past, stopped, looked at me, gasped with joy, and sped off again.
“Is…that normal?” I asked worried for my own well-being, Applejack let out a little giggle, “don’t worry, that’s Pinkie Pie just being… Pinkie Pie, anyhooves, lets get you to twilight’s; maybe she can shed some light on this”
Suddenly I felt a little bit awkward. “I feel naked,” the trio of ponies turned to me in confusion. “Don’t worry, I’ll get used to it”.
Now, Ponyville was a quaint little place to be, no rush hour traffic, no pony complaining. But that’s just it, I was using their words. As we trotted along to the library I stated the obvious “she lives in the library? Intriguing”
The last word stopped ‘Jack in her tracks “in-what now?”
“Big word, means interesting,” I replied “shall we carry on”
We got to the door and knocked. “She must be out” fluttershy said softly
“Let me try” so I presumed to take a leaf out of a certain theory and knocked on the door 3 times “Twilight,” another three times “Twilight” the final three times “Twi-”
“Hello? Oh hey guys how.. Who’s this?” She asked.
“Sugahcube, this is Trigger” applejack grinned
“Pleased to meet you” Twilight said with a smile.
“Likewise, do you have a mirror? I need to check something” I said, looking a little worried. “Ah sure, here you go” I took one look and it was exactly what I thought.
My face was mangled into an expression of both fear, and elation.
There was a lot to take in, such as the orange mane and tail… and a horn protruding from my head.
“Trig, is everything alright?” Big Mac asked, I looked at him for a moment, grinned sheepishly. “I’ll be fine, just another thing to get used to”
Questions were floating around in my head. Suddenly the rainbow streak burst through the door, beaming away “hey guys! Look what I found! Isn’t it awesome?”
“DUDE! YOU FOUND MY GUITAR!” I shouted at the top of my voice, bouncing up and down with joy. She looked at me “your guitar? You play?”
She asked, handing it over. “Prove it” Applejack said, I looked at her for a moment, “this’ll be a bit tricky however watch this” I strummed for a moment, placed my left hoof over the fret board, remembering I could use unicorn magic.
Using the magic I applied a little bit of air pressure to the frets of the guitar, I then played a little bit of flamenco style music to the amazement of 5 ponies. An image then flashed up on my ass… err... flank. “Dude I think I just got…what was it again…a cutie mark?”
“Judging by the way you played that and your accent; you’re not from around here are you?” twilight acquisitioned
“How could you tell,” I chuckled, “I’m British so in a sense, I come from Trotting-ham”
Applejack Chimed in “that explains the accent but that don’t explain how yer playin that there guitar so good”
“Just had one too many days with nothing to do I guess” i mumbled with a shy grin.
Rarity popped her head inside the library “twilight, what was that cacophony of sound?” I waved at her.
“Errrr….hi” I smiled
“Rarity, this is Trigger, he’s from Trotting-ham” Twilight chimed with a grin
“To be perfectly honest, that song still needs a bit of work” I remarked. Fluttershy and Big Mac shook off their amazement, Applejack took one look at Fluttershy who was red as a beet. I noticed this too “Sorry Fluttershy, did my playing do that?”
She suddenly disappeared. “Is she okay?” I asked somepony “She’ll be fine sugar-cube; she just needs some fresh air, anyways, what brings you to ponyville?”
I looked down to the floor, trying to think of something “I don’t know,” was the only answer I could give. “But I think after that fall, I need a bit of sleep”
“say no more sugar-cube, lets go to the farm” Applejack smiled.