Twilight Sparkle awoke to the morning birds chirping and the Sun's rays beaming gently onto her eyelids through the clean, round window. Her eyes fluttered open and shut tightly almost immediately. She let out a soft yawn and stretched out her forelegs before arching her neck up with a groan.
Another peaceful morning, she thought to herself. She recounted the events of last night, as she did every morning. Nothing out of the ordinary, that she could remember. She shifted her body to a sitting/lying position, her legs sprawled out over the bed. She opened her eyes again and looked around the room, until her eyes fell to a small sleeping dragon. She smiled as she watched him sleep peacefully. She pondered the idea of waking him up. Eh, I don't think we have anything to work on today, she thought. I'll let him sleep in for a while.
After another quick stretch and a yawn, Twilight got up and hopped out of bed. After a quick brush of her mane, she walked downstairs, and entered the kitchen, eyes half-closed. She had lived long enough in the Ponyville library to memorize the path she took every morning to get her breakfast. She whipped up a batch of scrambled eggs, enough for two. After she finished her breakfast, she again pondered whether or not to wake up Spike, lest his food get cold. She shrugged, figuring he could always reheat it; with his own breath, even.
She went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. When she was finished and dried, she came out to see Spike adding some extra seasoning to his scrambled eggs.
"You're up fairly early," said Twilight, earning a half-lidded inquisitive look from the baby dragon.
"You normally wake me up as soon as you get up anyway," he yawned.
Twilight chuckled. "I mean, fairly early for waking up on your own accord."
"Oh." Spike paused what he was doing and pondered that for a brief second. "Well... yeah, I guess. Thanks for making the eggs."
"Sure thing." Twilight stopped when she remembered something. "Oh, right. Spike, I'm going out for a bit. I have to stop by Sweet Apple Acres for something."
Spike yawned and nodded. "Mhm..." he mumbled. He stopped listening at "going out for a bit." Twilight walked over to the front door and strapped on her saddlebags before pushing the door open. Immediately she was greeted by the morning rays of sunlight once again, accompanied by a brisk summer breeze. She inhaled, sighed, and stepped out.
The trip to Sweet Apple Acres was calm and ordinary. It was anything anypony would expect from a summer morning. Twilight was outside a bit earlier than usual today; she normally took her mornings slow on her days off. But there was something she wanted to borrow from her good friend Applejack, who was always up this early. Twilight wanted to catch her while she didn't get too deep in her work, and while the thought was still fresh in her mind.
She walked through the town in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres. She noticed there was a large amount of ponies out and about for such an early hour. Maybe it was just that good of a day. Everypony was awake for some reason- even Spike had gotten up. It was as if everyone had to be awake this morning, as if something important were to happen that everypony should witness.
Twilight shook her head. There was no way magic worked like that.
...Was there...?
The man was frightened. Was that the right word...? Yes. Yes, it was. He was frightened. Not scared, not afraid, but frightened. He had just gone through something horrible and depressing. He was nearly out of emotion. "frightened" was all he could spare.
After realizing he should probably scream, (since it seemed appropriate to do so when you realize you're falling from very high up) he decided... not to. Once again... his emotion was nearly run dry. So after he realized he was high up enough to have time to think before he hit the ground, the fright subsided and curiosity took place.
'Twas only natural for a human.
Immediately his mind was bombarded with questions. So many questions, in fact, that he couldn't hear any of them. After a while, he noticed the ground rapidly approaching. He also noticed that his trajectory was not straight down, but angled. Almost as if it had... changed. But that didn't concern him. There was too much confusion in his mind at the time.
The questions had subsided, now that he knew it was impossible to think about them at this time. So instead, he started thinking. The thoughts were still jumbled and rapid, but he could make out a few of them.
This is the end.
Ha. This is a dream.
He estimated a few more seconds till impact.
I'm a horrible person.
Is this real?
But one thought repeated itself over and over again in his head.
Ten seconds.
A thought that drowned out the rest.
Eight seconds.
Three simple words that described how he felt,
Six.
Right here,
Five.
Right now.
Four.
"I don't care."
Three. Two--
IMPACT.
He felt the jolt of the stop (or at least slowing) of the motion, but other than that, he felt... nothing. He was numb. And yet he saw and heard everything. He landed in a dirt road with an earth-shaking muffled BOOM, which was strikingly similar to an air strike.
And the man felt nothing.
Immediately a cloud of dirt engulfed him and spread in all directions, as he tumbled head over heels and pressed against the ground at the same time.
And the man felt nothing.
He heard and saw the earth crunch and upturn around him, with every bounce he made, hitting the ground, leaving a crater and another THUMP in his wake.
And the man felt nothing.
Finally he slowed down, and his ears caught up to him, leaving him with no sound but his own breath as it was knocked in and out of him, multiple times, by the unrelenting force of gravity, momentum, and the indestructible Earth.
And the man... felt... nothing.
Eventually his tumble died down to a slide, planting his numb face in the ground. Eventually... he stopped. Yet his face was not completely submerged, allowing his eyes to open one last time. When they did, they were greeted with... structures. Houses, stores, a fountain, trees, and park benches. His vision started to fade rapidly. No thoughts were going through his head. None whatsoever. He saw figures through his blurry vision, and he saw them approaching him. he couldn't see what they were, nor did he care. But he knew one thing... he was at their mercy. Much like he was to the unstoppable forces of nature. And yet, he survived that. So no, he wasn't worried. In fact, he didn't feel anything. His last sense to fade away, sight, was dwindling now, blurred out and fading to black. So he let it go. After all...
"I don't care..."
...Darkness.
Twilight heard it first. Which was unfortunate, because it didn't give her much time to see it in the air. It was the sound of a shrieking banshee, like a bombshell plummeting towards the ground. When she spun around and looked up, that's exactly what it looked like. a cloud of smoke, traveling at an angle, down towards the ground at a terrifying speed. the screaming whistle of the object grew louder and louder for a few split seconds before--!
BR-ROOOOOM THUMP THUMP... THUMP THUMP THRUMP-P-P...
Twilight watched in horror as the object landed with a tremendous explosion, the proceeded to continue its path of travel along the ground, tumbling all the way, leaving craters and dust in its wake. As it went further, less and less dust followed it, gradually revealing the object. Much to Twilight's horror, The object looked more and more similar to a living creature. Finally it slid to a halt, and Twilight ran closer. Then- it opened its eyes. It survived that fall. Her first instinct kicked in- she had to get it to a hospital. NOW. As she ran closer to the victim, her head started to pound. She shook her head and briefly rubbed her temples before attending to the victim.
What she didn't notice was that everypony in the vicinity was also rubbing their heads.
My day certainly just got a lot more interesting.