Joseph
My vision flickered in and out. As I regained awareness, I did a mental damage report. “Okay, so nothing feels broken, but I just fell who knows how many stories and I feel beat up as crap. That about sums it up. Let’s try moving.” I let out an audible groan as I try to move, and almost black out again from all the pain coursing through my body. I quit trying to stand up and settle for moving my limbs one by one. Front hooves, back hooves, neck, tail. “Oh, so I’ve got a tail now? Great, just great,” I angrily muttered. First I turn into a horse, then I smash through the floor of a super high up tower, and now I just realize that I have a tail? “Really? Can life get any worse right now? At least the rain stopped…” I sighed.
I groan as I push my hooves under me and stand up. After popping my back for the second time that day, I stretch and try to get my bearings. As I look upward, I see several pony-shaped holes through at least five floors until I can see out through the tower’s top ceiling.
“Huh, I guess life can’t get any weirder either right? Seriously, body shaped holes through where I smashed through? Like you can see every flippin hoof for crying out loud! At least the outlines aren’t completely perfect, there’s an extra triangular hole coming off my forehead’s outline. If it was a perfect outline, then I’d have to be a unicorn or something! Haha! That’s a good one universe! Make me think I’m a unicorn,” I chuckle to myself as I head off to the doorway to the castle. “Hmmm, wouldn’t it be cool if I was a unicorn? I could go all Harry Potter on everyone, and cast tons of magic everywhere.”
I stop and reach a hoof up to my forehead just to be sure. My hoof taps some protrusion, and it feels like it smacked a ton of nerves, not in a painful way, but sort of like how your fingers touch things. Except in this case, it was my unicorn horn. My. Flipping. Unicorn horn!
“What? Am I actually am a unicorn?” I reached my hoof up to poke at my forehead again. “Hah! It’s still there!” I spent the next few minutes contemplating my newfond mythical protrusion while looking at the beautiful sunrise. “I wonder if I can do magic?” I said out loud. I looked around for something small, and when I saw a pile of small rocks, I happily jogged over. I nudge one rock away from the pile and try to think. “Let’s see, if I remember from all the fan fictions I’ve read, to perform simple levitation, you just need to focus, and picture the object in the air. Simple enough right?
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Several hours later, my patience was running short. “Up! Lift! Rise!” I had long since resorted to trying anything and everything to make that rock move. I mumbled random strings of words, trying to trigger some kind of spell, having a starring contest with it, and I had even asked politely! Remembering some of the spells from the Harry Potter book series, I psyched myself up, clutching at straws, completely out of other options.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” I almost whispered, afraid that not even that would work. I had been a faithful Potterhead for many years, and saying a familiar ‘spell’ helped me focus. I knew exactly what the spell would do, as J.K. Rowling had perfectly explained how the spell should work in her books and the movies. As the wizard’s levitation spell left my mouth, I combined my knowledge of exactly what should happen, and my will to move that stubborn rock. After a second of intense consentration, something clicked in my head, and the rock wobbled into the air, a frosty white aura surrounding it.
“What?!?” I squealed, losing my concentration. The aura faded and the rock fell back to the floor. I hurriedly repeated the simple incantation, my concentration having increased ten-fold. As the rock lifted back into the air, I let out a big gust of air that I hadn’t realized I had been holding in. I studied what it felt like, using magic under my own power. I could feel a part of me that I had never thought before had existed. As I looked inside myself at my magic, I realized it kind of reminded me of the force, from the Star wars movies. I moved my hoof in a sideways motion saying, “this isn’t the pony you’re looking for,” while chuckling to myself.
It was one thing to see magic in the My Little Pony show, but it was another thing entirely to perform magic myself! I imagined the rock slowly start spinning, and was astonished to see how easy it was to manipulate the rock’s movements. “Take that world! I’m moving a rock with my mind! Hahaha!” I felt happy. Content even. I felt joy, wonder, and other numerous feelings welling up inside me, and I got a strong urge to release it all somehow. I got an idea, and was surprised when a couple of fast techno beats started to reverberate in the air around me. Figuring it wasn’t as strange as some of the stuff I’ve done already, I started to sing.
“I’ve got the magic in me! Every time I touch that track, it turns into gold! Everybody knows I’ve got the magic in me! When I hit the flow, the girls come snappin' at me! Now everybody wants some presto magic! Magic, magic, magic! Magic, magic, magic! Magic, magic, magic. I've got the magic in me!” I kept on singing, not questioning how or why the music for the song was playing, and I especially tried to ignore the fact that while I was singing, I was getting some backup dancers as random animals started to scramble into the clearing and move in time with the beat. The song reached it's finale, and on the last beat, I shot a blast of white magic out of my horn for emphasis. Startled, all the cute furry little animals scurried back to wherever they came from. With pep in my step, I decided that I should follow the sounds of water to find the nearest town or city. I set off, gladly looking forward to whatever might lie ahead.
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Miya
You’re probably wondering how your awesome, female protagonist is doing eh? Your awesome, super strong, genius, and hilarious female protagonist. Well currently I’m strapped to a table.
“Twiiiiiiilligggghhhtttt? Twi? C’mon I’m fiiinnneeeee…” I whined to a busy Twilight scratching down notes vigorously on a clipboard.
“You could be irradiated.” Twilight stated snappily, angry at my constant bickering.
“I was kidding! Sheesh tell you what a microwave is and you go and get all crazy on me…” I state as I blow my bangs out of my face. Man I hate bangs, why do I have to get them back when im a pony…Oh I figured out I’m a pony by the way.
Since it’s probably clear as mud what happened here, I’ll go ahead and elaborate. So I crashed into Celestia’s castle after a very bumpy ride, and woke up in the Canterlot hospital. Celestia apologized, vaguely mentioned some things that will probably be important later, and left me with Twilight. Since Celestia already made it clear that im not a pony to her star pupil, we struck up a conversation. By conversation, I mean she grilled my butt for answers about an unknown world. I was bored by the conversation because it didn’t pertain to any of my specific fields of intrests, so I shortly answered and threw in a neat fact here and there. Then we got to technology and I had to slip out that my teacher in 7th grade told me cell phones and microwaves had the possibility to give you cancer, and here we are.
“I told you that it lets off slight radiation waves! Like small enough that it would take 20 years with my head in a working microwave to do anything!” I pleaded.
Twilight of course ignored me, thinking I was just a pleading dead-pony. Her horn was glowing brightly and she was focused on a clipboard as she scratched down notes. Then with a random sigh of relief she undid the straps holding me captive.
“You're not emitting any radiation so I guess you should be okay…” she said as she scratched her head with her pencil using magic.
“YES!” I cried as I leapt into the air with happiness, not noticing that gravity didn’t pull me back down. I flew right into Twilights face and sputtered out, “OKAYNOWIMGONNAGOMEETYOURBESTFRIENDSANDBEBFFSWITHTHEMBYE.” I turned around and got ready to bolt out of the cramped radiation center.
“MIYA WAIT!” Twilight cried out as she caught my tail with her teeth and yanked me back to the floor. I hit it with a smack that rather hurt my entire slowly recovering body.
“Ow…” I whimpered, “What is it now?”
“You can’t go around announcing your actually name to everypony!” She said with a wide hoof gesture, and ruffling her wings a bit. “I’ve read these types of situations before in books. You,” she said as she pointed to my chest, a literal sparkle appearing in her eye, “need an alias.”
“But that’s so boring and hard to- wait a horse-bucking minute, you’ve read about this EXACT situation in BOOKS?!” I gaped at her with disbelief.
“Well not this exact situation but-“
“If you don’t know what I need for this exact situation, then how do you know I need a fake name, huh? Huh? Answer me that one Sherlock!” I said as I crossed my arms with a smug look.
“B-because an alias applies in this situation!” she argued back. “Wait, whose Sherlock?”
“Eh…never mind…so what adorable pony name you wana give me?”
Twilight put her hood to her chin as she pondered for a moment. “Well why don’t we make a name based off of your appearance?”
“Oh well that would make sense.” I said as I poked the floor with my hoof. I stopped abruptly when I realized that I hadn’t even looked at myself since getting here. I hadn’t even cared. I adjusted to this body so fast I was just running around carelessly. Huh. Guess the Human in Equestria writers were wrong about having a pony body being hard. I thought to myself.
I stood up tall and looked at my hooves and back legs, I spotted my wings and couldn’t help but to crack a smile. YESSSSSSS. I mentally cheered, always wanted wings… I turn my attention back to my new body, and focus on my flank. And too much relief, I did sport a cutie mark. It was a pencil with wings that was drawing a long curvy line. Odd…I expected the pencil but that’s with the wings? Myeh I’ll figure it our later. I think as I look at my long, lush tail. My tail appeared to be chestnut colored, with two dark blue streaks down it. I can only assume my now long mane looked the same. My coat is a nice lush creamy white, but on my hooves and the tips of my feathers, it looked like I was covered in black paint splatters.
“Is there black splatters on any other part of me expect my wings and feet- er…hooves?” I asked Twilight.
“Yes, one covering your snout and nose, and on the tips of your ears,” the princess stated matter-of-factly.
“Okay…So I’m covered in paint splatters and there’s a flying pencil on my butt. Something with drawing them? Hue- no that’s a guys name…Blue Value?” I ask as I put a hoof to my chin and plop on the floor, “Eck that’s just me rhyming…Splats? No I sound like Snips and Snails’ cousin…Scribble…Sketch, yeah Sketch! Pencil Sketch? Colored Sketch? Sketch-marker? Sketchy….Sketch-a…Oh! Sketch-a-Doodle!” I remark as I turn back to Twilight. “Just call me Sketch-a-Doodle. Er that’s a bit long…just Sketch for short.”
“Okay…Sketch…” Twilight said tasting my new name in her mouth. “Now I guess you can-“
“YES TIME TO GO!” I cried as I leapt into the air, flying again. “Whoa I can just fly? Just like that? That’s odd…” I pondered as I fell back to the ground.
“…I was going to say you could explore, if I come with you.” Twilight said flatly, clearly annoyed by my antics. “Make sure you don’t cause an Equestria-wide panic or anything of the sort.”
I kinda ignored her and was trying to figure out how to fly again. “Up. Elevate. C’mon just flap flap.” I said to my wings as I slowly moved them, not able to achieve even a centimeter of flight. “You were just working!” I pleaded with my speckled wings, “Please! I’ve wanted this my whole life!” I whimpered and sank down in defeat, not remembering how I was able to tap into the fabulous gift of flight.
“Ahem…exploring?” Twilight asked with a rather confused look.
“Oh…right…” I replied as I stumbled back onto my hooves. “And into Canterlot we go!” I triumphantly yell as I gallop out the swinging hospital doors.
“WAIT FOR ME!” Twilight yells after me, trying to keep up with my excited pace. I couldn't wait for whatever would happen next.