"Well this is chapter 1 and wont be completely intresting but its necessary for the whole scheme of things. Hope you enjoy and thanks for taking your time and reading. :)"
EDIT: This is a thing i know as of the 21st of May. These first chapters are really bad in my opinion and needs rewworking hard, but i dont see myself doing that in the near future. I see there are problems almost everywhere and i promise it get better, that is all.
I am Dave and I am a closet brony. In the time when I am home or have space to think, everything I think about is my little pony and how wonderfully colorful and fun their world seems to be. From watching the show to looking at fan art to reading fanfics most preferably HiE stories, because I can only dream of living in Equestria myself. My favorite pony is and will always be Rainbow Dash (but Fluttershy will always have a place in my heart). Why you may ask, well she is just so confident but also very rash so that kind of makes her like me in a sense, now onto the story.
This day was like any other day, except it was the last day of school, and I had to wear “stylish” clothes for the ceremony. I am not used to wearing stylish clothes because I never really felt the need to look good. But before we get any further into this I would like to tell you a little about me. My father is a blacksmith and he taught me everything I know. When I was 12 years old I was let into his workshop where I made my first sword. You heard me, Sword. I was a huge fan of sword fighting that I even made one out of wood just to practice. I did not get why but it just felt natural to swing it and I loved every second of it. As I grew up I was bullied all my life because I had heterochromia, meaning I had different eye colors (those colors are blue and green by the way). What else is there…Oh I only had one really great friend, who I hang out with and it was him that made me into a brony! A few weeks after I turned 18 he took me to a bar, were we had a good time drinking but he got one too many. When we left he was stubborn enough to say he could walk by himself, and like a fool I let him. We were halfway home and we talk about random stuff (like my little pony and living in Equestria) when he lost his footing and fell out into the road just when a truck was going by. His head was crushed under the weight of the truck and all I could do was stare in horror and scream. A whole year then passed by like it was nothing. I never showed any emotions to anyone but my family who were always there for me.
This brings us to my graduation with is the one year anniversary of my friends death so how can I be happy. After the graduation I wanted to go home, but decided to go to the bar and get a drink. On my way there I saw all kinds of people rich and poor, happy and sad but one man who stood out from them all. He wore nothing but black, black pants, black shoes, black shirt, black hat and even a black coat. I could not see his face but he had a strange atmosphere around him. He walked right past me in the opposite direction and I could not help but turn around and look at him but he was gone, I thought that was kind of weird. After a short while I continued my walk to the bar which only took me about 20 minutes. I went inside, looked around and found a seat at the bar, but what caught my eye weren’t the people laughing or screaming but it was the man sitting at the end of the room. It was the man in black from before. I did not understand how he got here before me. I took the fastest route here. I decided to ignore him and just sit down and have a drink and glance at him from time to time. After a few hours a gang of bikers came in (Hells angels, oh god why) and sat right next to me so I took my glass in my hand and just look out over the bar and for some strange reason I could see that the man in black was laughing a little. I drank the rest of my glass, put it down in the table and stood up. I was just about to leave when I heard glass breaking so I turned around and saw that my glass had hit the biker in the head somehow. He turned around, grabbed me by the neck and threw me into a nearby table knocking it over and with it all the drinks. This was the start of a bar fight. Everyone was just throwing punches at one another and I had a huge grin on my face. Finally I could let out some steam. I punched a guy in the face, kick another in the gut and kneed a third in the face. I was having a blast until I saw that same god damn man from before sitting at his table and just relaxing, so I decided to do something stupid. I lifted a man roughly my size and threw him at the man but my surprise he did not move, he just sat there. Right before the impact he just lifted is right hand and swooped the man I threw at him to the side with ease. I was then hit on the head with a bottle and was stunned for a second. I turned around and a chair hit me in the head. Now I was blacking out, as I fell to the floor everything was moving in slow motion and I saw the man in black stand in normal speed. He walked up to me, kneeled down to my height and said.
“It’s not your time just yet”
Then everything went black.
"OOH what is happening here, it's so exiting. just to add a point that man has a mean the real question is what?"