Once the ringing in my ears stopped, thanks to a pony that goes by the name of Lyra, I stood back up to get a quick look at my surroundings. By the looks of it, we were in a three-sided courtyard with the statue in the middle. It looks like we’re in some kind of town that looked a little… odd. There were ponies – well, I should say ponies that turned into these two-legged things that keep popping up out of the stature where I think is this place’s source of the portal. All of them came out of that thing stumbling, not to mention to be on some level of shock. Once I got my balance and as well as my senses, I start helping the guard helping everypony onto their… hind legs?
Anyway, while I was doing this, and telling them to put themselves together, I along with several others took notice of the sign that was held above the door of the building we were thrown in. I read: “Canterlot High School.”
“How many are here now?” I asked a nearby guard.
“By my count, we have at least 300 ponies out here,” he said before another one popped out. “Make that 301,” he added as he helped…
“Soarin?” I asked and he looked up at me.
“Spitz?” Soarin stumbled as the other guard and I helped him up. “Is that you?”
“Yeah, I know, weird ain’t it?” I answered what was obviously was on everypony’s heads when they first stumble through.
“Ugh, that was wild,” he said as he shook his head to clear it up. “Where are we?” he looked down at himself, “What are we?” he turned his neck as far back as it would let it, “And where are my wings?!”
“Soarin, calm down,” I ordered him, “Where ever we are, we can worry about that later, but for now, help me with these other ponies stumbling out.”
“Uh… Yes Captain,” and with that Soarin complied, not without falling over a few times.
Soon, more and more ponies came, along with Princesses Celestia and Twilight who they along with a few other guards walked into the building. Eventfully, with the last to come through, we began to look around, trying to figure out where we are, what we are, and what happens to our bodies.
There was a rumor amongst us of a word that I haven’t heard outside of foal’s fairytales, a word that was traced back to the all too happy green mare known as Lyra, “Humans.” No, come to think of it, I don’t think they were fairytales, was it from ghost stories? What were they about again?
“That’s everypony,” the guard said as the last pony came out of the statue.
Now with no more ponies to help up, I was able to get a good look around, and I noticed a few things as well. For one, I was among the few here that were taller, perhaps, somehow older than many here. Second, the clothes I was now wearing, it reminded me of the kind of clothes that my gym teacher way back used to wear. And to the street where the town was clearly seen, I saw weirdly shaped black carriages that were not being drawn had pulled up to us.
There were five of these black carriages in all, and out stepped out eight of these… humans, I guess in black suits and ties that got out and walked towards us. I along with the guard went up to them.
“Good morning,” one of them said, “We were told you’ll be arriving this morning.”
“And who are you?” one of the guards inquired.
“Oh, where are my manners?” He extended his foreleg out to us, “I’m Agent M for the Central Intelligence Agency, or simply CIA; on behalf of the citizens of America and the World at large, welcome.”
Guessing that this human is offering up a form of a hoofshake, I offered my right foreleg and he took hold of it, giving it a few shakes in his fleshy claw.
“Captain Spitfire,” I told him, “Leader of the Wonderbolts for Equestria. Now since you’re here, I have two questions to ask.”
“Go ahead,” he said warmly.
“Where are we and, more importantly, what are we?”
“Oh yes, Agent F did mention something about this…” he muttered, “You along with everyone else is in a town called Equestria, and this place is its high school where you’ll be helping the students and staff here.”
Students and staff… Things are slowly beginning to make sense here. This explains why some of the ponies look roughly about the same age and height while others look older and taller.
“Oh,” I said, “So I’m guessing this is all some alternative universe or something huh?” he nodded. “Okay, this is pretty cool actually. But there’s something that Celestia didn’t make it all clear though?”
“And that being?”
“What did she mean by, ‘prepare to meet your other selves?’ Do any of you have any idea what that’s about?”
“It’s part of the reason why we’re here,” he said as he gestured for all of us to get near the school. “Understand that, for our part, this is very last minute here. But from what Agent F has told us, there’s apparently a copy of everyone in the school from where you’re from.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I interrupted, “A ‘copy’ of everyone?”
“Yes, and apparently from what we could gather, magic from your world has spread into our own, but the problem is that nobody here has any idea how to deal with it except for you guys. I mean with students finding out that they could lift stuff with their minds, or fly, or whatever, you could imagine that it’ll be a huge mess for everyone, right?”
Okay, I think this starts to make a bit more sense here.
“So tell me, how long would you Equestrians plan on staying here?” he inquired.
“From what we were told, not for very long,” I said, “We would just pop here, says ‘Hello,’ teach them some very basic magic and make an appointment with them before we all go home.”
“Ah, I see,” he nodded, “the Principal here at the school is planning to help educate not only her students but hoping to spread the word out the rest of the world that there’s magic here and how to use it responsibly. That’s where we come in. We’re here to not only gathering whatever the students and staff here learned but for us to figure out how to use this information to spread the word without causing panic. I’ll tell you what,” he said, putting his claw, thing, on my shoulder, “you teach them, they take notes, and we’ll take care of the rest. Good?”
“Well, I suppose,” I answered, and then, the doors to the school opened up. When they did, all of us were probably stunned because we saw a second… us. Really, there were duplicates of everypony that came out of those doors. They wandered around until they found a copy of themselves.
“Uh, Coach Spitfire?” I turned around to find… a second me there.
Whelp, this is going to be an interesting day.
“Yeah?” I answered myself… I think.
“Do you want to come to the back of the school with us?” she asked, “I think, from what your guys said, that we’re going to learn about flying, right?”
“Uh… sure,” I said dumbly, “Lead the way I guess.”