//------------------------------// // chapter one: My first encounter with an Equestrian pony // Story: Zezasister Adventures: Equestria // by zezasister //------------------------------// No Name: I woke to find myself face down in a pile of dirt, feeling as if a sledgehammer were beating a tattoo into the back of my head. I couldn't seem to move for what seemed like agonizing hours, but gradually I was able to lift my body into a sitting position. As I opened my eyes, squinting because of the absurdly bright sunlight, I found myself sitting in the middle of what seemed like a road. A dirt road. Wha? Where the buck was I? There were lush green trees that surrounded both sides of the road, and wonderfully bright grass that seemed to go on forever. Beautifully intricate flowers grew everywhere, even little clusters grew on the harsh, unforgiving road that I sat in. I recognized none, but there were hues of reds and blues, violets and yellows. I even saw a strange rainbow-colored flower that seemed to stand alone in a patch of grass. It was brighter than all the other flowers, as if it were on a spotlight. When I tilted my head upwards, I saw a sky of pure blue, without pollution to clog the air. There were no clouds, and the sun was unbearable, so I crawled towards the shade of the tall trees, that seemed friendly, staring kindly at me as if they were welcoming me to their domain. Leaning against the broad expanse of a particularly knarled tree, I sighed with relief as the shade did wonders to cheer me up enough to reasses my situation. After a period that lasted for about five minutes, I stubled back through my memories to try to figure out how in the world I got myself here. Unfortunately, I came up with a blank. Hmph... that was strange... I couldn't seem to remember how I got here... or my name for that matter, and the harder I tried to remember, the faster the snippets of memories left. It was as if I was trying to cup water in my hands that kept gushing through my fingers. It was hopeless, and very strange, for I wasn't some newborn child that has come upon the world. I mean, I could think in my head, and I was pretty sure I was thinking in English, my native lanuage. It was just... I couldn't remember anything concrete. I could move my limbs and knew that my hands were hands and my feet were feet. I knew that I wore blue converse that fit snug against my feet, but I didn't know where I got my shoes, or where I was from. I didn't know if I had parents, and I could not understand why my head hurt so much. And why would I remember some things, and not other stuff? That didn't make any sense at all... but I knew I couldn't stay here all day asking all these questions to myself. I'd go crazy... if I wasn't already... I stumbled slowly down the road, hoping that somewhere I could find someone who would tell me where I was, and maybe who I was. As my stomach growled, I realized that all I really cared about was getting something to eat... Something ahead of me caught my eye, and I came to a halt as I squinted to see what it was. Something white darted through the underbrush of some bushes, before halting not ten feet away from me. It was a bunny, a very cute one too, but it seemed to have a mischivous look in its eye as it peered at me. We stared at one another for a few seconds, my mismatched eyes into his black ones, and then it darted back towards the bushes. I stood thoughtfully for a few moments, and was about to resume my walking when I heard a voice. It was a girl voice, soft and enticing, and I smiled at the sound of it. Of course, I understood not a word, but what did I expect? I couldn't remember a lot of things, so this was not at all a surprise. I came closer towards the now laughter that came from that voice, and as I was stepping over the roots of a large red oak tree, I accidentally stepped on a twig that snapped loudly underneath my feet. I froze. And so did the voice. I held my breath as I heard footsteps coming towards me, and fell backwards as the creature came out from behind a tree in front of me. I gaped at what I saw. The creature was a pony... at least I think that's what it was. I wasn't sure because of my faulty memory, but it had four hooves and a long mane of a pastel pink color. It had a yellow complexion, and there was what seemed like a tattoo of pink butterflies that covered a small part of her flank. But what captured me was its eyes, which were a turquoise blue, an exquisite color. I assumed this was the thing that had that beautiful voice, and if I wasn't mistaken, it was a GIRL pony... The pony muttered soft words that I could not catch, much less comprehend. Her eyes made me stay rooted to the spot however. They were kind, and although I could not understand, on some level her tone told me that she meant no harm, and her voice! Oh! It was lovely! Even when she took a few steps forward I did not flinch, for how would such a creature want to harm another. She radiated kindness through her very being, so when she began to pet me softly, I only leaned into her, feeling warm and fuzzy inside. It was as if I was an animal, the way I let her take out a carrot and feed me. After quite a lot of carrots, the pony began to nudge me down another dirt path that led to a beautiful cottage, one that seemed to be on the outskirts of a forest. I wasn't particularly afraid, becasue this wonderful creature was kind, and wonderful, and I had a deep, instinct-like feeling that she would never put me in harm's way. She opend the door, and whispered softly to me, enticing me into her cottage. Now, if I had some sense, I'd probably have run far away right now, because even I, who can't really remember anything at all, knew not to go into stranger's houses. Thank sweet Celestia that this was the pony I met first. I don't remember much after that, because I was still aching in the head, and my limbs were sagging. Not to mention, I could barely keep my eyes open. The next thing I knew, I was fading from this strange world and floating off into some richly colorful dreams that spun too quickly for me to grasp what was going on.