//------------------------------// // What just happened (Re-edited) // Story: Harmony of a Different Kind: Equestria's Knight // by Shadows Reborn //------------------------------// Five days after mining incident The alarm clock on the head board begins beeping loud and obnoxiously. A faint groan rises as figure stirs under the covers. A hand reaches out fumbles around the head board searching frantically for the infernal device. With louder groan it sets up in the bed a look of disgust on his face. “Why do I bother setting this damned thing anymore?” He grabs the device and mashes down the off button tell the noisy beast was silenced. “Hay bubba you need to get out of bed so I can get to sleep.” He looks up as a slightly smaller figure as it walks into his room, wearing nothing more than a pair of boxers. Ron turns and looks back at the alarm clock. Oh of course… I awake so my brother can sleep just another wonderful reason to hate my life. Ron stood up from the bed and stretched his arms out in truth still completely tired. Never let it be said he was much of a morning person. He might have been at one time; however there once was a time he thought his life had meaning too. “Good morning Jared,” he turns to see his brother already curled up in his bed. “Damn it!” he groans as he gathers a basic attire mostly a pair of baggy pants and sleeveless shirt. He did not bother to comb his hair though he would occasionally stop to brush his teeth so not to gag on his own morning breath. Each day the same routine wake up loath the day and let it pass him by then go to sleep again. Not a lot could be said for guy down on his luck aside from don’t give up. However as day goes he would find himself wondering why? Ron walks out side and looks up. The clouds over head would suggest a storm might be moving in. Not that such bothered him anymore. When it rained the grass around cemetery will rise and that will give him a little extra money to make it through the mouth. “Just another perfect day I guess.” He says with a sigh his expression that of gloom. He begins his day like most walking a couple laps around town. The area he lived seemed small and everyone seemed to know everyone else. “Damn I hate my life.” He says as he stops at the overpass just pass the cemetery. “When I was a little filly and the sun was going down.” He began to hum a little tune in his head. Somehow this particular song helps him ease his mind just a little. A song he learned from a silly character from cartoon he actually grew to like. In their fictional world nothing seemed to be like the real world or at least not as he saw it. Characters would play an important role each had a task to overcome and rather it was action, comedy, it always seemed to be taken place in an amazing world which was everything that the world was not. He pulls his Cell phone from his pocket and looks down at the time. “Ten-thirty this day is just going to drag on and on.” A loud rumble suddenly catches his attention as he turns his gaze to the sky. “Shit! Don’t you start raining on me now?” He begins his walk back toward his house when an unfamiliar sound catches his attention it almost sounded like a voice. “Shangri-La ura notura come forth child of Shangri-La. Tura accum nortay extend passes the walls from time and space. Come forth the being of time and space come forth child of Shangri- La!” Suddenly a bolt of lightning strikes ground just a few yards down the road. “Oh shit I got to get the hell out of here.” Ron groans as he began to sprint. The voice returns louder this time. A strong gust began to pick the clouds over head began to turn as the storm became more violent out of the blue. Ron stops this time he was sure of it he was hearing a voice but who’s. “What’s going on, who is there?” Suddenly a grinding noise rings as the scenery began to fade. Suddenly he could see a room the winding of gears as large rings spin rapidly around him obscuring his view. There was a bright flash he was standing in the road bolt of lightning flashed all around dangerously close. He shouted another bolt hits ground this time but a few feet from him. When he opens his eyes was in the strange room once more. A heavy shaking threatens to through him off balance. “What the hell is going?” There came a loud crumbling a large stone slab comes crashing down on the machine which imprisoned him. He quickly curls over as the device comes to grinding halt. The sound of breaking metal and crumbling stone was all he could hear. He groans as he could feel the weight of the crumbling structure falling down on him. “No this not how I am going to die. I am not going to be buried alive.” Suddenly a still came about the noise stopped. Ron groaned as he pushed off the ground with his hands and feet. The debris shift and slide as he finally forces his way the mound of dirt, dust, and stone. He groans in pain as he bends backwards tell he heard audible pop. He scans his surroundings everything basically was dark. Dirt and stone piled up to his waist in some places even higher. “This just perfect I guess it all comes from wanting more than life is willing to give you I suppose. So Ron what is the plan for getting out of this mess?” He asks himself as he makes mental note of this pitiful situation. He turns around slowly as notices faint glow from underneath the rubble. “What the is that?” He cautiously makes his way over the unstable clutter. Whatever it was it might be a clue to where he is, if not it could not exactly hurt his situation any. He begins lift large chunks of stone and tossing them aside as he dug down the light grew brighter. He could see the light clearly now. It was strange a bubble of light something was inside but it was hard to make out what. He Grabs the edge of a large stone slab as he growls as he pushes over the forming a small clearing. His eyes widens as he got a good look at his prize yet he could not bring himself to even begin to process it. The barrier falls as a white winged unicorn glares looks up at him. Ron natural stepped back not sure what to think or what to make of it. Sure he knew what it looked like but that was impossible. The four small horses like creatures climb out of the rubble. The stood there looking at one another. Ron mind was on the verge of a break down. It had to be a trick of some kind these things could not be what he was thinking they were. He kneels down a picks up a chunk of stone. He was sure he could fight his way past the smaller ones they only seem to be half his size. The tall one however might pose a challenge. He was about to bolt for it when one of the spoke “Greetings I am Princess Celestia.” The taller one spoke and suddenly Ron’s mind froze. It wasn’t possible but the she looked the part. Her voice matched and if it looks like her and sounds like her and logic is failing horrible at the given time.