//------------------------------// // Chapter 2: Another Day // Story: Dark Guardian // by Kapwnage //------------------------------// Chapter 2: Another day. Same old same old. Wake up, cleanup, walk, get run over by a pony, repeat... Journal Entry #178 August 18, 2577 7:30AM So I'm about half way to the town, so my map says. I can never trust maps, the damned things never work right. Of course one time I had it upside down and went the wrong way fifty miles into a raider camp, but that's not the point. I've designed something of, to be bold, magnificence. I call it the Magical Aerodynamic Porter. Or dare I say it, M.A.P for short. Ironic, yes but it works quite differently than a regular paper map. Come to think of it, this device will render paper maps useless. It's worn on the selected leg right above the hoof. The first prototype was a failure, because of its weight and bulkiness, but I have changed the layout and structure. The fifty bit screen is smaller and much better quality than previous models. Digital is the real way things should be in my opinion. It is designed with non-unicorns in mind, for fast travel across a three-hundred mile radius. The M.A.P uses a genetically operated material, and combines it with the spark of magic held in the Pony body whether it be unicorn or not. The material amplifies the spark by approximately seven/ten-hundredths from original the amount. This newly generated amount of non-unicorn magic is what I have humbly named, "X7-Magic" or more scientifically the genetic code for the material is the real name: "X7.10+45.26^78.2-5 22= -8! (95-15=1+-215r) *&20%" Though I think it's not fun to always write that out. Enough for now, my walking break is over. Onward! To adventure! P.S: It make a great digital map too! Dr. Whooves *************** Present day: August 18, 2589 Today was just another day in Ponyville, I thought as I sat face up on my bed. The stiff pillow had strained my neck last night, as it does every night making me groggy in the morning. The sun shined through the curtains of the dirty glass window of my bedroom and made everything glow brightly. My eyes felt a bit crusted over and my spine began to crack as I got up. Same old same old, another walk would suffice this morning-sickness. I walked into the kitchen to see my step-dad working on his new gadget at the table. He looked at me strange and pulled down his work glasses. "Hello, Storm! Nice to uh.. see you... Have you showered lately?" His British accent sounded scratchy. "You smell like an old container of excrement." "Yeah, just a bit shitty this morning." "Uh huh. Anyways, that pegasus pony, 'Night Shade' was calling all morning and asking for you." He pointed at the phone on the other side of the scuffed up wooden table. "She said to call her back when you get the chance. Sweet girl if I may, she's very considerate." "Yeah." I picked up the phone and redialed the memorized number that belonged to Night Shade. It rang for only a fraction of a second. If I would have known any better, I'd say she was just sitting there waiting for me to call. "Hey Night." I pushed some exaggerated joy in my voice so I wouldn't sound so depressed. "Storm! I've been waiting for you to call all morning! I mean, it's not like I was just sitting here waiting for you to call. I mean it's not like I don't want to talk to you. I just wasnt-" She seemed so jumpy and excited but she annoyed me with her excuses. "-Night, what did you want." "Oh yeah, I was wondering what you wanted for your birthday!" "My birthday? Whens that?" "You don't know your own Birthday?!" "I just forgot to keep track." She sighed, "The 30th." "Alright then. I don't really want anything, thanks for asking." "No, no, no! I'm going to get you something whether you like it or not." She protested. "Oh really now? We'll just see about that." "Storm why do you have to be such a difficolt!" "Because, I said I don't want a gift." "Well too bad!" She hung up. I noticed I had wondered into the next room without noticing, so my step dad didn't hear the conversation. Last thing I want is a long, boring lecture on how to be grateful. I'll just get cleaned up in the bathroom then then head out for a nice quiet walk by myself. The hot shower felt great on my sleep-weakened body. I lathered around the shower and began to grow comfortable as the steam filled my lungs and made them feel heavy. It cleared up all the backup in my nose, and made it much easier to exhale my breath. I turned off the stream of peace and stayed to enjoy the last clouds of warm air that radiated from the water. I quickly dried and went for the door, grabbing the leather jacket that Night had given me. Just another walk through the wastes, I thought. I began sauntering down the sidewalk that was layered in a sheet of ice. The sun was not as bright as it was just hours ago, so I made no need in enjoying the bright lively day. My breath kept making my nose awkwardly wet, and I constantly wept at it, causing the redness to form. The morning was so peaceful in Ponyville, despite the uncomfortable scratchy sickness that loomed in my head. Maybe I should stay positive today and visit Night. She knows how to make a pony smile, even if she has the most corniest jokes ever. Turning the street corner, I made my way to Night's. Her house was not too far from mine, so that's good. I turned my mender into a canter, now induced to talk to Night. My birthday is approaching, so she says. Maybe I should stop and grab some coffee first! "Woah! Look out! AHH!" A voice cried out. I wasn't paying attention, my focus was towards the streets as I was going to cross. Whatever the cries are, I don't think I'm in the way of anyth- WHAM! I was knocked off my hooves by a cushioned, fleshy object. A sharp pain rang through my head and... Blackness... ... "Hey! Wake up!" A soft, rhythmic voice pleaded. "C'mon, I just carried you like a million miles! Please don't be dead! Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!!!" A blur of multiple colors shook me around. My head was growing increasingly dizzy. The glow of blue on top of me looked almost holy from my perspective. "Are..... Are you an angel?" I questioned out of pure vertigo. "Fa' from it." A more broad voice insulted. "Shut up AJ, and no, heh, I'm not." The feminine voice bloomed. "Oh, sorry 'bout that. And sorry for almost killing you, hehe. Miscalculated loops are so hard to pull!" "Uh, yeah whatever. Could you get off me?" I noticed the weight was getting uncomfortable and awkward. The weight shifted back to normal as whatever was on top of me flew off. I could see her much clearer. She had a cyan coat and a spectacular rainbow colored mane. It felt so weird looking at her, not the bad weird but the 'first time flying' weird. I don't think I've seen her anywhere. Madder a fact, where am I?