Falling into a New World

by P0nies

Part I: Beginnings

From the very beginning, my parents had said nothing about life being “happy” or even supplemented me with the idea that there was any hope left in this seemingly dull world, as it was said that the economy was dying, the wars that were fought had drained everything from this once great country. Nothing, no condolences for me, nothing to give me hope for a better future. One thing that I always sought it out through the frigid walls of my room was a hope that it would be better, and that maybe the world may regain the idea of happiness and peace through tolerance. I had kept hope in my heart, with the child’s show of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and that was the world I had hoped to live in, with the vibrant colors, the acceptance of creatures that came from far and wide. That was how I hoped to live, but that was a thought that I had locked deep within my mind, I knew that it was ultimately far fetched, though I had hoped the idea may have upheld my spirits, it did nothing but drain them as the days dragged on, the dark piercing my heart ever more everyday.
Foreclosure. A word that my parents thought that they would never have to mutter. Ever since my father lost his job, there was no seeing the way through paying the mortgage or even paying for the utilities, much less paying for the food that we ate everyday.
The time had came, and we had sold what we could not take with us in our large SUV, tank filled with what money that we had left, and we drove. We drove through the rain and the sun, for what seemed days on end. It was a torrential downpour, the highway filled with the dim burgundy of brake lights, blinking on and off, in what seemed to be a pattern. The idea that I had fought to keep locked in the farthest remnants of my mind, seeped into my conscience, as a lonesome tear drew into the corner of my eye, drew a wet streak of sadness down my cheek. I had not slept during the whole trip, and I had hoped that we would find a new place to settle, I started to find myself dreaming of a land bright and colorful...
Startled and awoken, I drew my head up, with just enough time to view the bright light that came crashing through the windshield, followed by the shattering of glass, the flipping of our once safe and serene vehicle across the center divider, as the impact of another vehicle into my side put my mind down to rest.
My eyes opened slowly, and I felt a stabbing in my side as I tried to walk or even move. There was something seemingly different, the colors seemed ever more vibrant, where there was no rain... There was sunlight, the sweetest hue of yellow to be seen... but I could not tell much more about where I had become, as my vision had not became used to what I was seeing in this new, beaming world. I had questioned whether or not I was actually in a new world, or if I was rather just in another dream of mine, but this did not feel like it was a dream, the warmth of the sunlight on me felt ever so real, as a voice behind me, one that I knew, but could not fully place, rang through my ears.
“Excuse me sir, but are you... OK?” The voice sounded true, but muffled, and as if it had come directly from the happiness that I wished I had.
The voice was yet surprising, as I had thought I knew who it was from, as the sound of hooves on stone came closer to me, at was seemed to be a galloping pace. It was strange, to hear hooves, as the last of any horses were used on the fields and were no longer pets.
I turned my head to see a vibrant purple figure looking me in the eye, and also noticed a cyan figure overhead, that seemed to be – flapping its wings. I could not muster up a voice to tell of my pain, but I was able to muster the energy to give them an answer that would mean something to anyone.
“H-h-help... m..m... me...” I mustered out of my mouth, to fall into the darkness that surrounded the closing of my eyelids.
When I eventually came to my senses, I heard a slight rhythmic beeping in the background. Just a rhythmic beeping, and the occasional mumble of other people in the room. As I opened my eyes, I thought that I was in a delusional state of mind from the accident, as my mind may not have fully recovered so soon from an accident such as what I had come out of. I then turned my head to my side, and saw a cotton candy colored pony, with a smile from ear to ear watching me closely, and I knew I recognized the pony such as the one I was staring at, although my mind would not accept that I was seeing such things. I felt extremely comfortable in my current state, and had noticed that I was in what had seemed to be a hospital. The smell was not of a normal hospital, but seemed to smell... happy. If I ever knew what happy actually smelled like, then this was it. I tried opening my mouth to ask this... person, where I was, but nothing came out. Before I could try to make a feeble word exit my mouth a second time, she disappeared in what seemed like a flash of pink lightning, to return a short time later. I was shocked at how fast this “person” came back again, but my mind was starting to accept that I may be in an alternate world, the world of My Little Pony, but I rejected the thought as I knew it could never happen.
I heard the faint clop of hooves growing ever closer, and as I turned, I saw, yet another, pony standing in front of my bed, holding a clipboard and glancing at me occasionally, while reading the papers on the clipboard.
“Excuse me sir, how are you feeling today?” a professionally deep, stern voice had asked me.
I tried to mutter words from my mouth again, only to not speak again. The doctor noticed this, and walked on all four legs over to my bedside and put a glass of water up to my lips as the liquid elixir flowed down my parched throat and moistened my mouth once again.
“Where... Where am I?” I asked as the doctor gave me a puzzled look, as if I should know exactly where I was.
“You are in Ponyville hospital, since after your fall you did have a broken leg along with major bruising on your ribs, but you should heal up in a matter of time. Do you have any recollection of the events that put you here?” He had asked me, with a hint of concern coming over his voice.
“We were driving... and then someone hit us head on. Where are my parents?” I asked quietly, as my voice was not fully back to the way it was supposed to be.
I heard a slight giggle from beside my bed, as the pink one laughed to herself.
“Ha Ha! Whats a car silly? And you were the only one we found outside Twilight's House!” she continued to giggle quietly to herself.
The aspect of a 'car' was something that had not been established in this world, but I finally knew where I had ended up in the end of it all. I knew the pink character, as she was called, her name was Pinkie Pie. I had somehow made it into the world of My Little Pony, but I had no idea how it had happened, but all the thinking of cross dimensional travel made the throbbing in my head even more severe.
“Ill go and get everyone else!” Pinkie Pie said excitedly, “They will be so excited that you are finally awake, Twilight will have so many questions for you!” she told me as she bounced down the hall and out of me line of sight.
There was nothing that I could do, I was hurting more than I have ever hurt before, and my mind was racing as I knew that I had been transferred into a world I thought was only imaginary, until I saw where my hands and arms had used to be, only to be that of a hoof and a forearm. My heart started to beat rapidly inside my chest, through the pain of it all, I knew that I had become a true Pony, lost the only parents that I had known, and was taken away from the only world that I had known for so long. The burden of this all was too much, as I had started crying hysterically, burrying my face into my arms, not knowing what my future would hold for me. The doctor that was in the room with me tried to consolidate me and tell me that it was alright, and for some reason, I felt that his words were the truth, and I looked up, wiping the tears from my eyes, to see the bright warm, smile of the doctor in front of me.
“Now, You need your rest. This has taken a toll on your body and you need your sleep,” he said to me, “now please, rest.”
I laid back on the pillow, eyes towards the ceiling, thinking of what had happened to me, letting any idea that could possibly explain this float into my mind, and before I knew it, I was off to rest again, the peaceful feeling of sleep the only feeling that I felt I could actually trust.

I spent the countless hours of my somber sleep pacing in nothingness. I had not known why I had come here, and all I had so many questions that needed to be answered. Why did I get sent here? Where was I before? What... What was my name? I felt a searing in my side, still in the depths of dreams, back to what I once knew as reality. Water was everywhere, rain coming from every direction, even from below me. There was no one around... just me. The tangled mess of metal and water kept me subdued in the seat I experienced the crash in. I screamed for help, but was for nothingness as not even an echo came to reassure me I was still alive. I felt the searing pain in my side again, as the metal seemed to tighten around my body, not knowing what would happen to me next. The searing pain returned much sooner than when I had anticipated it would, and this time it did not stop as the entire wreckage collapsed in on me.

I woke from my dreadful nightmare in a panic, not knowing where I was, as the faint memories of the night before slowly seeping back into my troubled mind. There was a man standing next to me, oblivious of the pain that I had felt when he touched my side. He prodded it again with his hooves, the exasperating pain seeming through my body, sinking into my bones, as I let out a muffled cry. He looked at me for a split second, before returning to the clipboard at the end of the hospital bed, walking down the hall and out of sight, to what looked like to be another patients room. I had not understood why he would just sit there and watch me wry in pain as he prodded at my injury, but the questioning soon faded as I felt my overwhelming urge to drink water.

I turned over in my bed, slowly, as not to make much attention to myself, and reached for the sweet nectar that was sitting directly out of reach, when I realized that I did not know how to pick up anything. I had hooves, not hands, and every scenario I ran over in my mind seemed completely futile. I decided to attempt at picking up the glass, stretching my arm to reach for the glass, but rather knocking it over compared to pickling it up, as I had hoped. It fell to the floor, as I awaited the shattering of glass, the splash of the water, but that never came. I looked over the bed precariously to attempt to understand what had happened, to find it covered in a distinctly familiar violet aura, to only which I knew one mare to whom it could belong.

Twilight, slowly walking into the room, gingerly set the cup back onto the bedside stand where it had been before, and after gesturing towards it, it hovered towards me and pressed itself on my lips, the taste of the gods running down my throat. “My name is Twi-” as I interrupted her with a matter of factly look.

“I know who you are, Twilight. But I do not understand why I am here, or even how I came to be here.” I spewed out of my mouth, voice still raspy as I gulped down the last of the water. That was the only moment in life where I had wished that the glass of water would be never ending, a constant flow of water through my arid throat.

Twilight spoke again, this time with a touch of sternness. “You may know who I am, and I have no idea how you would for that matter, but that is not important right now. Do... Do you have a name?”

My mind twitched at the thought of a name. I did not have a name, or at least one that I can remember. I was truly nameless, an I didn't even know if I had a cutie mark on my flank to help determine that. “My... M...My Name?” I uttered.
She tilted her head in worry, “You don't remember having a name, here, or even in your other world do you?”

I shook my head, as I did not have any recollection of any names that I had been called by. Then I started to wonder how had she known that I was not from this place? Did she accidentally bring me here during a mishap with a spell? There were so many questions that I needed to ask, but no time to ask any of them. Twilight was being dragged out of the room by a doctor, the questions and a need to understand looming in her large, purple, eyes. I had lost my mind as I looked into here eyes, they were the most beautiful thing I had seen in a vast amount of time. The expanse of wanting to know, to learn, it was intriguing, and beautiful, but my racing thoughts stopped short as the door to my room was closed shut, visiting hours had ended. There was an itching on my back, insatiably tingling as if I needed to move... to fly. I had never thought of it before, but to fly? Why would I want to fly at all, I thought, remembering that I was terrified of heights, and have been since I was a little kid. I brushed the feeling of, as if it was nothing, turning over onto my stomach to get into a more comfortable position for my injury, as well as my new body.

Little did I know, I had no control over the wings that I did not have, or at least thought I didn’t have. I was amazed at the feeling to stretch the wings, loving to let them stretch their own way, far out of my grasp of control. I had finally taken notice of the various items being thrown across the room by my wings, flying in various directions, lamps and glasses shattering, equipment falling over. Doctors... Pony doctors came rushing in the room yelling to keep my wings calm and steady, and tried as I would, I could not control them. They seemed to stay stiff, unmovable, and unknowing of the conundrum they were causing. 'Maybe Twilight had done something to the water with her magic?' I thought to myself, knowing that she would not do such a thing to a Pony she knew, more or less a stranger. I realized that I could not control what I was feeling, the thought of Twilight, and the wings growing more erect. I tried to stop thinking of her, but I just couldn't. Her eyes resonated in my mind, the sight as fresh as if she was still there, until my mind had gotten sidetracked once again by the crashing of another lamp, causing the wings to return to their normal resting position.

I had not fully understood why the wings acted as they had, but the doctors seemed to have an idea as they glared in my direction while picking up the broken pieces of lamps and glasses. They would occasionally look at each other and let out a small laugh, as if they had their own joke about me, which made my stomach turn itself upside down as I felt bad for what I had done to these people, and how I had to make them clean it up.

After the mess that I had made had been cleaned up, a nurse came back into the room, holding some sort of harness in her hooves. I had no idea what she was doing, but I had to assume that what they were doing was for the best sake of all ponies in this hospital. Following close behind, Twilight came back into the room so she could ask me a couple of questions before she was forced to leave. It was well over the normal visiting hours, but she somehow managed to sneak behind all of the other doctors and the nurse. She sat quietly, under the bed while the nurse tightened the straps on the harness, restraint, thing. After she was done, she double checked to make sure that it was secured properly, and left the room in a hurry as another pony down the hall was calling for a nurse.

She scooted out from under the bedside, looking at the door, making sure not to make a noise to alert anyone else that she was there. As soon as she turned to look at me, I could hear her hold in a snort and a lucid laugh. The restraint was obviously not comfortable, as one could imagine, holding the wings who needed to move constantly in place, and it was the source of her laughter. After recollecting her thoughts, and had stopped laughing she finally asked me her question.
Her eyes staring luminously at me, seeking the knowledge that I held inside myself, fired her question at me. “What is it like to be able to travel across the dimensions and into our world from yous? Did it hurt? Did it take a long time to transfer you here through the cross dimensional wormhole?And...” She continued on, the questions gradually gaining difficulty as she wanted to know more, wanting to know the specifics. I did nothing but sit there, staring into here eyes. That was when she suddenly stopped talking. She had heard the creaking of the leather straps that kept the wings tied to my back, and had noticed how the feathers were staring to ruffle, even though the wings themselves were barely visible.

She had told me that everyone else would be in to see me early tomorrow, as they all had a busy day, finishing orders and their daily chores that needed to be dealt with, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

She walked out of the room, “I'll come back to see you tomorrow, but control your wings and get some rest.” she had said to me as she walked out of the room, looking back with a casual tone on her face.

The dark, once again welcomed me into its cool labyrinth of questions, making me wonder what was the real reason that I was here, even if this all was, in fact, real. I answered one question in my mind, only to give myself the answers in rather vague generalizations. These generalizations only led me to another question, ones I could not answer, yet again. I had to trouble defining who stood in front of me each day, but I felt the grip on the 'reality' that I had known, where this was fiction, slipping away.

The room I had stayed in, for yet another restless night, seemed to shine, with a glow of happiness that I could not place, it was an immortal light, something that flowed truly from the heart. The surreal lighting seemed to be a sort of reflection, as if it had passed through a stained glass mirror. The night had taken its tolls on me, but there was something off about this. Attempting to regain the pleasant position that I had once rested in, I see a multicolored mane flowing out of the corner of my eye. The color seemed ever familiar, but I had thought it to be a hallucination, as the dreams of 'reality' were. That was, until, I head the soothing voice of a woman, a voice to calm even the most troubled of ponies.

“I see that you are awake now. I had heard of your arrival from my faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.” Celestia had said softly, obviously aware that a gentler voice, especially at this early in the morning, would help soothe the nerves of any pony, or person, nervous during their confrontation. “From what I understand, you had seemed to appear at the strangest of times, and I am truly sorry that we have brought you from your home, wherever that may have been, here into Equestria.”

Princess Celestia was truly a beautiful sight, her coat as white as the snow that covered the mountain peaks in the distance, her eyes shining with an intensity that told anypony that she could be trusted, and a mane, vibrant colors that sparkled when the suns rays came into contact with it, shining with a glowing warmth.

I tilt my head slightly to give the princess a respectful glance, “That's alright Princess, I think here may be better for me,” I sadly proclaimed to her, “there is not much back in my world that's even worth it anymore.”

She nodded her head, knowing of what I was speaking. “ You are welcome here in Equestria, but you must understand that you do not know of us as much as you think you do,” she stated, “where as you must also never tell anypony of the horrors of which you have came. The ponies here are truly innocent, and that knowledge must lay upon my mind and my mind only.”

I glanced back to the princess, who was expecting a prompt response. “I must ask two things Princess, the first, what do I call myself should another pony ask for my name, and what do I do when I am healed?”

She looked through the window, presumably in the direction of the treehouse from which I had fallen, “We shall call you,” a slight hesitation in her thoughts, “Sky Hope, and as for your healing, I am told that you should be healed within a few days. I will arrange for your stay in town, until you have found somewhere for your own.”

I simply nodded my head, which seemed to bring about a headache, causing me to feel somewhat drowsy and wish to sleep more, even if the beds weren't exactly... comfortable. The name did not make much sense to me, I had not understood why she had chosen my name to be 'Sky Hope', but it seemed to fit me nicely, even though I had no underlying notions on who 'I' was.

Noticing the slight wince in pain as I nodded my head, the Princess spoke once more, making this, however, more secretive as she came close to my ear, and spoke. She then left, saying, “Goodbye, and welcome to the great land of Equestria.”

Later that day, although I had been expecting more visitors, I had overlooked a yellow colored mare giving me glances from under her mane which covered one of her eyes. She had seemed concerned about how I was feeling, ans every time I had been in pain, she wanted to come over and help, but she knew that she was in the hospital, and this was not the place for her to help, no matter if she wanted to. That was the doctors job.

“Hey there, your name is, Fluttershy, right?” I asked her in a quiet, calming tone as to try and not to disturb her. Even with the quiet casual tone that I had used to try and engage in some conversation with the pony, she let nothing out but a small 'SQUEE' when I uttered my first words.

“Y... Y-Yes, I am Fluttershy...” she had said, the last world barely audible as the level of voice dropped dramatically from when she had first spoken.

I had thought that I had made a good impression on the Pony, and had hopefully made a new friend in the process. She, however, let out a terrified scream as the party cannon rocketed large wads of confetti through the hospital window.

Fluttershy looked up, blushing from nervous embarrassment, “Oh... I-It was j-just Pinkie...”

I had hoped for only one thing that morning, one thing that made my heart race, made me feel as if the world was no longer there, Twilight. I had waited that morning, through the party that pinkie had insisted that she throw as a 'Get-To-Know-The-New-Pony-In-Town-Party'. I had to decline, telling her that i had not felt well enough to party that day.

Obviously downed by what i had said, Pinkie replied, her mane slightly deflating, "OK..."

"Don't worry though," I said as i glanced towards Pinkie, "you can throw me a party as soon I'm out of this hospital. Alright?" as Her hair instantly inflating to its normal size, the pink pony had the jump obviously back in her step, "YAY! Thank you! Oooh! i need to get planning the party!" and then she was gone in a flash of pink, and that was one thing that I had never understood about Pinkie Pie, her speed, and her excitement for everything in life.

I had wanted a party that day, but i only wanted to see her, the violet eyes still resonating in my mind, never forgetting their deep lust for something new, but also her want for someone to love.