Canterlot High 12:30pm
It was a typical summer day at canterlot high, you know the ones where the sun is always shining and there are no clouds in the sky. The ones you usually see at this time of year, luckily the repairs had been practically finished from the “Interesting” incident earlier in the year and the building was having a new coat of paint. You could see the mounted scaffolding over the entrance as you walked in, which was definitely what Tyrone Volt saw as he headed to the doors for the first time.
Tyrone was a quite a tall person for a high school student, standing at around six foot five inches, his head topped off with blonde spiked hair adding a couple more inches to his already impressive stature. He sported a simple red t-shirt and black jeans, finishing the look with some simple black trainers. His eyes were as clear blue as the sky overhead but what truly set him apart was the set of goggles he always wore. They were a set of goggles that you would often see scientists wear during experiments which, along with his proficiency is electronics and design, granted him the nickname “The Technican”. Most people had never seen him actually wear the goggles but he would say he would keep them on “just in case”.
He opened the doors and looked into the large foyer of his new high-school. It looked as all foyers should, grand and spacious, walls lined with decorations and trophy cabinets and packed with students. He gulped silently as he looked along the amassed crowd, he had never been the best at socialising. He hadn’t really gotten along with many people before he moved and would often spend much of his free time in his dad’s shed, thinking and creating new gadgets to make people’s lives easier, which would break about half the time, but eventually worked and garnering attention from professional engineers. He took a deep breath and shouldered his way through the throng, heading to the registration desk.
He managed to find it near the principal’s office, but was disheartened to see that whoever was supposed to be manning it had put up a sign saying “Out of Lunch”.
“Great” he muttered to himself, “This is a good start to coming to a new school, first day in the building and everyone’s out to lunch”.
“Can I help you?”
He jumped and turned around, taken by surprise. He found the voice belonged to Principal Celestia. She was resplendent with her flowing pastille coloured hair and dark magenta eyes. She was wearing her formal golden blazer along with smart deep purple trousers to complete the picture. She was looking at him curiously, either because she had never seen him before or from the fact that he was at least a head taller than her.
“Oh” Tyrone said, after a brief pause “I’m.... new here, I applied a week ago and I am here to enrol”
“Ah yes” Celestia replied, with a smile “You must be one of the new students. Tyrone Volt, I presume”
“Ah..... yes that’s right, that’s me” He said, scratching behind his head as he wore a nervous smile.
“Well I’m afraid my sister, Principal Luna, is not in her office at this time but I’d be happy to help” said Celestia. She ushered him into her office, taking her place behind the desk as Tyrone sat in the free chair on the other side. He looked around briefly as Celestia sorted through the files. He examined some of the awards hanging on the wall and a photograph of her with who he presumed was her sister, judging by her appearance and the similarities of their hair. Eventually she produced the papers and placed them in front of him. Tyrone began to fill them out until eventually Celestia broke the silence.
“So, how are you liking Canterlot high at the moment?” she asked
“Oh... um.... it seems like a nice school” he replied, a bit taken by surprised.
“Well we hope you enjoy your time here” she said “We can understand how hard it must be to fit in to a new place”
“Oh, I actually have a friend who already goes to this school” he said
“Oh? Well that’s good to hear” she replied “Maybe they can introduce you to some of their new friends”
“I’m actually planning to meet him before the next lesson starts” he said, handing back the completed papers.
“Well I will not hold you up any longer” she said, with a warm smile “Welcome to Canterlot High”
He smiled and nodded as he got up and left out the door.
Canterlot High Fields 12:45 pm
The sun was beating down upon the vast green fields of Canterlot High, the various sports teams were busy training and practicing for the upcoming games and tournaments. A small crowd have gathered on the stands to watch the athletes practicing on the track. In the centre of the track stood Tornado Blitz, finishing up his warm up exercises.
Tornado was an impressive six foot tall with short spiked ginger hair. He was donning his usual dark blue sports attire streaked with white stripes, he completed his outfit matching blue trainers. His eyes were a deep ocean blue but what was most striking about him was his “Never say die” attitude. He would stop until he proved he was the best. Despite only joining the school recently he had turned many heads having successfully beaten some original school records and leading the athletics team to both district and regional gold. This, combined with his hair colour, had garnered him the nickname “Blaze” and the chant “HE’S ON FIRE”.
He readied himself on track next to other runners, waiting for the starting gun. His launch off the line was nothing short of rapid. He started as soon as the gun was fired and was already charging down the track. The other runners attempts of keeping pace were short lived as the crowd cheered tornado on as he approached the lead runner. Tornado easily overtook him and with a burst of extra effort he went across the line in 1st. At this point Tyrone had made to the field so was just in time to see Tornado cross the line, with the crowd roaring with applause. The coach came over to Tornado.
“You are not gonna believe the time you just posted” said the coach, holding out his stop-watch for Tornado to see. Tornado had a look.
41.52 seconds
“A new record” Tornado and Tyrone said at the same time, surprising Tornado in the process.
“Hey, T-Volt” Tornado said “So you made it through registration?”
“Yeah, managed to get the papers sorted with the principal, so I’m fully in.’’ Said Tyrone with a smile.
Tornado was one of the few people Tyrone got to know so well. They went to the same school before Tornado’s family had decided to move. Whenever Tyrone wasn’t making new gadgets and gizmos, he was making things to help Tornado be the best. He had made step counters, heart rate watches, exercise monitors and had even designed Tornado's signature running shoes. All of which helped Tornado become one of the most recognised athletes in the school. And he certainly had made his name here.
‘’Congrats on breaking the record by the way.’’ Tyrone said quickly after a few seconds.
‘’Thanks.’’ Said Tornado, smiling widely. ‘’I know Rainbow Dash is probably gonna hate me for this.’’
‘’Who’s Rainbow Dash?’’
‘’Oh, she’s another student who goes here. She’s an athlete too. But she kinda gets a little proud when it comes to records.’’
‘’What, like you?’’
Tornado stared at him. ‘’Hey! I don’t get overly proud of my personal records!’’
Tyrone raised a suspicious eyebrow.
‘’Okay, most of the time anyway...’’
‘’Oh, that reminds me.’’ Tyrone interrupted him. ‘’I’ve got my hexa-copter up and running finally. You still want to do that night parkour run we planned?’’
‘’Hey yeah! I know most of the streets round here now so I know some good routes I can go on. Let’s see if your whirlybird can keep up with me.’’
‘’Oh don’t worry, it will.’’
The rest of the day passed by rather quickly, this being common during the summer days, even the teachers looked like they wanted to be outside just as much as the students did. After classes ended, Tornado said that he would meet Tyrone at the statue outside the school later that evening.
The time was now 6:30pm. Tyrone was making his way towards the statue of the armoured unicorn standing proudly outside the school. He was carrying a large silver briefcase with his hexa-copter, the six-bladed remote control machine that would carry the camcorder to record Tornado doing his run. He looked round briefly to find Tornado not there. He assumed he was just running a little late, so he sat at the foot of the statue until he arrived.
After some time had passed, the sky had grown darker. The night was clear, and the stars shimmered brightly against the inky black. Tyrone sat slumped, elbows and legs as he checked his watch. Half an hour had gone by and Tornado still hadn’t appeared.
‘’Geez what’s taking him so long?’’ he mumbled. ‘’I know he has a tendency to be a bit late, but this is ridiculous." He drummed his fingers on his briefcase, not noticing that three stars round the moon glowed a little brighter than usual. He made to lean back against the statue’s mount as he waited, so was taken by surprise when he suddenly fell through solid stone. He fell back so quickly that his legs came in after him, as well as the briefcase, and he disappeared from sight.
Tyrone couldn’t help but cry out in shock as he felt his body twist and turn in the swirling vortex. He couldn’t see anything but shining spinning light as he swirled into what seemed like nothingness. His eyes were soon blinded by a brilliant white light before his vision went black as he was spat out into another reality.
He felt his body crash into what felt like a solid wall as he heard the clatter of other objects in the room. He lay for a short time, wondering what just happened and where he now was. Focusing all of his remaining strength to his head, he slowly raised it and cracked open his eyes. His vision was blurred but he soon began to focus, he could then make out what had caused the clattering. He saw a set of long a strong looking pilums scattered across the floor in a heap. He soon began to take a better look of his surroundings. The room was dimly light by a single torch mounted over an ornate wooden door. He then noticed that the floor and walls were all shining, as if made of diamonds.
Tyrone groaned as he tried to get up. ‘’What the heck is this place?’’ he mumbled, as he looked more, seeing exquisite landscape paintings mounted in wooden frames, and decorated vases in glass cabinets.
But as he tried to move, he the realised something was wrong.
He turned to look at his own hands then quickly discovered that he no longer had hands, but...
‘’Hooves?!’’ he exclaimed, almost shouting it. His eyes wandered across his body. Panic started setting in as he soon realised that he wasn’t himself anymore. He had hooves, and flanks, and a tail!
‘’WHAT?!’’ He kept repeating to himself, suddenly finding himself on all four of his new hooves, stumbling across the room as he tried to gain his balance, settling himself in front of a large mirror in the room.
Then he saw himself. What he had become. His hair had become a mane, his skin was bright red, his ears pointed and standing, and a long horn jutting out of of his forehead.
His eyes widened even further as he took this in. ‘What?!’’
‘’HALT! WHO GOES THERE?!’’ boomed a voice from outside, as something large and strong batted at the door. Tyrone span round to face it, but only served to knock him off balance and send him into one of the glass cabinets, bashing his head against it.
The door burst open, letting a strong bright light that shined on him. Tyrone squinted as he tried to see who it was, but it didn’t ease the tension in the slightest. In front of him stood three stallions, one white, two grey, dressed in regal golden armour, covering them head to tail, their helmets sporting brilliant blue plumes. The grey ones had horns like him, but theirs were glowing, shining light onto his fallen form.
Tyrone felt himself breathing heavily. He was too scared to even move let alone say anything. The white stallion approached him, lowering his eyes down to Tyrone’s as he gave him a mean look. Tyrone stayed perfectly still.
‘’Who are you?’’ said the stallion.
Tyrone, still in severe shock, could only say, ‘’What?’’