//------------------------------// // Chapter 3: Dawn of First Day // Story: The New World // by jt45fan //------------------------------// Chapter 3: Dawn of First Day “John. What is that?” asked Rainbow Dash. To be honest, I didn’t have an answer to that question. I was a pony, sitting in the house of another pony, playing one of my favorite video games, using a car covered in images of ponies. More specifically the one sitting next to me. I had nothing to lose. I started laughing. “What is that?” the now irate pony repeated. “That is you, on a race car!” I managed to blurt out through the laughter. All the while the cyan pegasus next to me was getting more and more frustrated. “Quit laughing!” she yelled and kicked me in my side. Ok now would be a good time to stop. It took me a moment to compose myself and look at Rainbow Dash. “Why am I on that car?” she barked at me, demanding an answer. “Trust me.” I said, in a rather flat tone. “It’s rather confusing, but in my world you and your friends are the subjects of a now not quite so fictional TV show.” She took another look at the car. On the hood of it was the logo for the show. She squinted at it. When she read it her eyes opened up wide and said “We have similarly titled show here.” We went back to the X-Box dashboard and went to the YouTube App that was there. She then typed in My Little Human: Intelligence in Magic. On of the first videos to come up was a clip which she explained was from an episode call ‘The Final Round’. When it loaded I was stunned. It was the last match we had for the Masterminds regular season, one game against Niagara Falls and the other against Niagara Catholic. And there was me, Mo and Diana flanking me. Devlin and Ryan were in the bleachers behind me. I was wearing my signature red zip up, dragon print, sweatshirt. The person who was asking questions asked a question about Doctor Who. “I remember this!” I yelled out. “You’ve seen this before?” she inquired. “No better I lived it.” I responded to her, trying to sound like as much of a badass as possible. “Nice joke John.” she said sarcastically. “Give me a minute.” I said as I limped back into my bedroom. I reached into my bag and grabbed my I-Pod. I then thought that I should grab my whole bag just to be safe. Rainbow Dash was waiting for me when I left the room on her couch. I lept over the back of the couch, turned on my I-Pod, and loaded up the same picture I had shown Lyra. “Ok so you have some well done fanart, so what?” she said in response to it. I desperately looked in my bag for something, anything, to prove that was me. At the the bottom of the bag I felt something soft, with a zipper on it. ‘Please be what I think this is’ I thought, as I pulled out a bundle of blood red cloth. I unraveled it revealing my sweatshirt, still tailored for a human. Rainbow exploded with joy. “How much did you pay for this?” she asked me in the same tone as she would have ask a Wonderbolt, as she grabbed it out of my hooves. “9.95$. At Kohls.” I responded rather truthfully. “It even has the damaged pocket. And the right stains.” she said, almost ignoring my comment. I tolerated it. If I got my hooves on her Gala dress I would do the same thing. “Either your incredibly wealthy, or you are the real deal.” she said as she looked back up at me. “And I’m willing to say it’s the second.” she continued, with an odd look in her eyes. It disturbed me on many, many levels. “Wait. Does that mean that those other ponies were the others from the show?” she then asked. “Well who are the other characters?” I asked, actually curious about the show that displayed my life. “Well there’s you, Diana, Mo, Shamus, Ryan, and Devlin.” she listed them off. “Yes they are then.” I said. “Oh. Then that mare at Lyra’s...” she trailed off. “Yes is Diana. Which means, yes, once again, she is my marefriend.” I said answer her question. Whatever was in her eyes was gone then. I still refused to question whatever it was. “So do you want to play some Forza now?” “Sure.” she said, sounding somewhat dejected. We loaded up the game once more, and she also selected a ‘71 Mustang, but this one had me plastered all over it. I had a feeling that it was rather similarly modified as well. And when we got to the race, it was one of the most difficult races I ever ran. A combination of having to play the game with hooves, no easy task on its own, but was racing the closest thing to somepony the exact same as me when it came to the line, car choice, and even aggressiveness. I barely won, passing her on the second to last turn of the last lap, after trading the lead throughout the three lap race after almost every turn. “What a race.” I said, rather impressed with myself. “Yah, I want a rematch.” said the pony next to me. I agreed we set up a race at Road Appleanta, and I chose my car first. I selected the Koenigsegg CCGT, and if to confirm my suspicions, Rainbow Dash chose the same car. We ran the track in the tricky hyper-cars for seven laps, trading the lead until my car broke free of me in the early of the eighth lap and slammed into the outside wall of the fourth turn, wrecking it. We continued to race for several more hours before we grew tired. I went to my new bedroom and shut off the lights, thinking about today's events. Perhaps this was a crazy dream, or something else. I had a rather difficult time getting to sleep, due to the unstoppable torrent of thoughts, but when I did, I slept heavily. I then dreamed. It was a dream, so vivid that it was almost real. I stood in a void, as a human, the only other thing in the void was a another man. He was tall, about six foot four, and rather slender, with unkempt brown hair, and green eyes. He wore a tuxedo, and the scabbard of a long thin blade. I took another look at him, noting the hilt of a blade in his right hand. He then angled it across his body, revealing a blade as equally black as the void around us, pulsating and crackling with dark energy. He nodded at me and I felt a weight on my body. I looked down and saw that my body was now clad in plate armor, the same color as my coat as a pony. Around my waist was a sword belt. He clearly meant to duel me, so I drew to blade to defend myself. It was about two and a half feet long, the same icy blue color as my tail, and superbly balanced, as well as the fact that it fit my hand perfectly. The odd gentleman nodded again, and the world spun around us. When it stopped the darkness had taken the shape of destroyed palace, collapsed columns, shattered stained glass windows, and wreaked throne. Bits of the roof were scattered about. It looked familiar but I couldn’t put my hand on it. “Let us skip the pleasantries. Are you going to join me or not.” asked the dapper man. Now, if someone was wielding a blade of darkness and making such cliched demands, you would assume he was evil. I did. So I responded in the best epic voice I could “No.” “Too bad. You would have made great proteges.” he said confusing me. We were the only ones there, so who else was he talking to. But there was no time to ponder that. He raised his blade to be level, tip pointed at me. I raised my own blade to block the thrust I knew was coming. I was too slow, but the armor was well made and deflected the attack. I then swung my blade at his neck, trying to end the battle quickly. It appeared as if it would have worked, him being off balance from the sword thrust. Then his sword was there. There was no movement, no blur. It was just there. That was when I realized how this fight was going to end. Whatever I was fighting, it wasn’t human. But I’m too proud to submit, too proud to just let it kill me, so I decided to fight back. “Admirable, all of you.” he said, still addressing the imaginary compatriots of mine. He then swung at my own head, expecting a quick end to the fight. But I outfoxed him, or it, whatever. I ducked under the swing and ran at the ruins of the castle, in an attempt to ambush it. If I could do that I could come out on top. But no matter where I went that thing was there. And no matter how many time I fought it, I couldn’t get an advantage. All I learned is that I was better with technique, but whatever it is, its raw speed could defeat me. I fought it for minutes, hours, days, years? I couldn’t tell the change in time in my dream, or reality? This was beginning to mess with my head. I decided that I would end this. I began to hunt it. And I found it, standing over a dead body. I walked closer and saw the body wasn’t human, it having wings and cloaked in white fur. After a moment, or an hour, I figured out who it was. It was Princess Celestia’s lifeless corpse. That just enraged me, perhaps it was supposed to, I don’t know. I just rushed the mysterious, whatever it is, blade raised above my head, a rookie mistake. With the sword above my head, I couldn’t block the thrust, aimed directly at my heart. The tip of its dark blade hit my armor, and I could feel the platemail give way, the apparently unbreakable blade punching through it. I felt it pierced my skin, ribs, and then my heart and lungs. I let out a wordless scream and swung and its head, determined to take it with me. I scored hit would have been my only hit on the being, but my sword just phased through it. It then just stood there, grinning madly as I grew weaker, my vision, dimming, then blackness. I woke up, heart pounding, covered in sweat. I was breathing heavily. I sat up in my bed and looked around. I couldn’t see much, due to the darkness, but when I attempted to uncurl my fists, I couldn’t. I began to freak out before remembering the events of the previous day. ‘That wasn’t a dream, it truly happened.’ I thought to myself. Then it hit me once again. I was in Equestria, as a pony, with no way to get home. But at least my friends, and my girlfriend, were there with me. I looked at the glowing iridescent display of time next to me and saw it saying 4:13, far too early to be awake, so I went back to sleep. I slept deeply this time, no insane dreams of demons attacking me in ruined castles. There was no dream at all, which was strange in and of itself. I woke up again at 6:12, due to the fact that the next day was supposed to be a Tuesday, specifically May 15th, a day I would have to go to school. I figured that by that time I would be unable to get back to sleep, I walked down the hall, to the bathroom. There I found a shower, as well as a large amount of shampoo. After the shower I walked down to the kitchen, which, despite being huge cloud house, was actually rather small. There was only a small oven and stove, a fridge, and a microwave, which looked like it received more use then the stove. In the cupboard I found a box of cereal and grabbed a bowl. I ate, and when I was done with breakfast, I realized, ‘I have nothing to do.’ I had no school to attend, no job, and very few possessions. I had a fresh start. And a new town. I decided to go out and see the town I dreamed of going to for months. And as with anyplace I wanted to go to, I decided to see what I could find here. I stepped out onto the stoop of the cloud house and looked out over the town. The house faced the west, and I could still see the moon on the horizon. As I looked into Ponyville I saw most of the town was asleep, with only a couple of lights on here and there, but in no places I recognized. I then looked to the north and saw Canterlot, in all it’s glory, giving off a soft glow. It was now or never I thought as spread my wing as leapt into the air. After a few moments I was able to start gaining altitude again. I flew over to what looked like the main market area, just outside of the town hall, to see what was happening there. I landed near a small stall, with a sign that had pictures of springs and dials all over it. I looked at the name, Clockwork Repairs. ‘Odd place’ I thought. And then I noticed it was open, but nopony was there. ‘Probably in the back’ I thought as I rang the bell for service. I heard a high pitched, familiar buzzing, as well as some crashing, as the shop owner stumbled out into the open part of the stall. It was The Doctor. “Hello Doctor-” I managed to say before he cut me off by shoving his hoof in my mouth. “Not out here!” he hissed. He then motioned to the back of the stall. “Come in the back, we can discuss whatever you want back there.” I followed him into the back of the stall. It was there that I saw it, that great blue box of dreams, of TARDIS. He turned back to me. “Now, from how you acted around me yesterday, as well as knowing who I am, I assume you have traveled with me at some point?” “I wish I did, I responded you are just a character on a TV show.” I responded to him, trying to get closer to the TARDIS. “More alternate universes? Something is quite fishy here.” he said getting in between me and the TARDIS. “Run along, I need to do something.” he said before disappearing inside the TARDIS. He then called from inside, “Can you change my sign to closed?” I ran up, touched the TARDIS, flipped the sign and left, wondering what he was doing. I took off again, this time I could see the sun just over the horizon. I angled the other direction and soon found myself over Sweet Apple Acres. As I glided over it, I heard an odd sound, like a boxing glove hitting a cement block, and me being me angled towards it. I found Applejack hard at work bucking apples from the trees. I landed and walked up Applejack before saying “Good morning.” Whap! “Good night.” I mumbled before blacking out. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My head hurt. God it hurt. I groaned from the pain, eyes still closed. “You’re alive. Y’all gave me a good scare there.” said a southern accent. “Mrs Podlucky, why are you using your southern accent?” I mumbled through the haze in my head. Wait. Mrs Podlucky? My english teacher? Back home? It took several moments, much longer then it should have, for my potentially concussed head to raise the red flag. My eyes shot open, seeing pair of green eyes for a split second before I automatically sat up, smashing my face into them. ‘Yay more head injuries.’ I thought as I got up, before getting dizzy and falling back down. “Well, that’s an odd way of thanking me. But guess I deserve it.” said Applejack. I blinked several times before saying “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting somepony to be directly above me.” I then sat up. For a moment we looked at each other. “Hey, ain’t you one of Ryan's friends?” she asked. “Yes I am.” I responded rather formally to the farm pony. “You’re John, right?” she continued her interrogation. “Yes.” I said, keeping my response short and to the point. “From what I could guess you are some sort of informal leader of their group, right?” “Yes why?” I inquired. “I’m going to need your help with something” she said as she began to walk back to her house.