//------------------------------// // Chapter 1: The Prologue // Story: Dreams Really Do Come True! // by Dyno8man //------------------------------// Oh, hi there! My name is Reece. No, not as in “Reece’s Puffs”…well, actually, come to think of it…you know, just n-never mind. Forget I said that. I’m really glad you took the time out of your schedule to come and hear about a little story of mine. Have your parents ever told you that if you really believe hard enough, your dreams just might come true? Hah, boy have my parents ever been so right! This little story of mine will tell you how my most valued, and #1 dream ever came true. Well, the story won’t tell you, I will. But, then again, I’m telling the story, so…l-let’s just get on with it now, shall we? It all began waaay back when… BLOOBALOOBALOOBALOOOoooo…or just some other flashback sound. It happened when I was 13 years of age. I’m 15 now, so it didn’t happen all that long ago. I’m one of those crazy kids, you know, with a vivid imagination, and crazy, outgoing personality. I was in my 8th period class when it happened. Oh shoot, I forgot to mention! I was also in the 7th grade at that time. I was watching some videos, and reading some fiction stories, and I got this really weird feeling in my gut. It was probably that feeling you get when you want something to happen really bad, like REALLY badly, knowing very well it will never happen, but you still feel as if it might anyway, eventually. I think it’s like a combination of excitement, and envy. Then, among all of the dreams and wishes I had held in that wild mind of mine, a new dream appeared, forming as I think weird thoughts, and imagine what I’m reading, and interpret what I’m watching. Then, that dream grew. It grew, and grew, and grew! Eventually, it grew up to the point where it surpassed my 2nd best dream: being able to fly. It came to the point where I eventually started having anxiety attacks, and a loss of appetite. I had then asked my friend, Jacky, who was playing some games on one of the school computers, if he had ever felt that feeling, too. He replied with a shake of his head, as if saying “No.” Well, I told him about the feeling that I had, trying to describe it to the best of my ability. “Well, what are you anxious about?” he questioned me with a curious look on his face. Looking down a bit, and talking slightly quieter than normal I said “Well, I’m afraid to say. You might laugh, or think I’m gay or something stupid like that.” Jacky had pushed me lightly with a fist to get my attention. “You know how girls always share secrets, right?” “Yeah?” I replied. “Well, guys also share secrets with each other, just not as much as girls, though.” “Where is this going?” I said, waiting impatiently for him to get to the point. Jacky replied. “I’m trying to say that if you want to tell me, go ahead and tell me. I won’t laugh, or tease you, or judge you in any way at all. Just tell me, what are you anxious about?” Getting all nervous, while pumping air in and out through my shirt to cool myself down by pulling around the collar area in and out, sticking the armpit area of my shirt into my…well, armpits, I said it, but too quiet for anybody to hear. “I...I wanna..." I murmur under my breath so that he couldn't hear me. “I’m sorry, repeat that?” Jacky said, curious as to what I could have possibly said. I said it slightly louder, but not too loud that the teacher, nor the other students could hear, and faster than normal. I growl and say “I wanna be a pony!” Wow! Shocker! Bet you didn’t see that coming! Nah, just kidding, you totally saw it coming thanks to the title, and description of this story. Thanks a lot, fellas, you spoiled it! I should have mentioned earlier that I was a brony. Just because I said "was", it doesn't mean I'm not one now. Heck, I had even made my own OC at that time. A Pegasus. Of course, being a guy, I had to face the criticism of others, and I didn't want my parents to know I was a brony, or else they would judge me, and think poorly of me. So, in spite of this, whenever I wanted to watch an episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, I had to watch it behind their backs so that they wouldn't find out. At one time, I had thought about starting a fiction even, too! But, I never got back to it, even till this day it sits in a drawer just waiting to be finished. A question went around, also, asking which pony you'd be if you could be any. I had a hard time choosing between Rainbow Dash or Vinyl Scratch, since they were just so cool! In the end, I chose Vinyl... Hang on! Getting off topic here! You don't wanna hear about my brony life, do you? Nah, of course you don't. Who would, anyway? Back to the story at hand! Jacky was silent. He just looked at me with a straight face, mouth hanging slightly open. “W-Why i-is that?” He replied, stuttering at what I had just said. “I don’t know, I just…I want to know what it’s like to be something I’m not! I want to experience life as a different species, and in this case, it's a pony! Mainly a Pegasus. Surely other people, including you, have dreamed about that, right?” Jacky, still staring at me, was clueless as to what to say. I could tell because whenever he thinks, he fidgets with his right leg, bouncing it up and down, and I can’t blame him for that. I also do it when I think. It’s just something we have in common. He finally speaks up, saying “Well, y-yeah, I’ve thought of that before, but of all animals, why a pony?” I all of a sudden started to get a bit ticked as him asking me these questions that I didn’t even know the answers to. You know how kids are at that, right? “Well, I-I…” I stutter, when, right in the nick of time, the bell rings, signifying the end of school for the day. I dash out so fast, that he doesn’t get a chance to chase after me with how far I had outrun him in the past 10 seconds. Afterwards, I got on the bus to go home. We rode the same bus, so it’s not like running from him was gonna do anything to help besides tire me out. Several times throughout the bus ride, until he got off at his stop, my stop is last, he would ask that same question over and over again, and, frankly, I nearly cracked, pissed off to the max, but I came through, silent the whole bus ride home. When I arrived home, I immediately darted towards my room. Every time I got good grades, like really good grades, like a 90 or higher on all subjects, my mom would give me a “Wish Coupon”. It’s basically a little sheet of paper saying to write what you want on the paper, and to put in under the pillow, so that a magical “Wish Fairy” would grant you a little visit, and grant your wish! Typical fairy stories. Of course, I’m too smart now not to know that it was really mom who was the Wish Fairy, as I saw her take the coupon out from under my sisters’ pillow, yes I have a sister, as she then searched the house for what she had asked for. If she couldn’t find it, she’d go as far as to drive out to the store, and buy it. If it was something fictional, or not real like, say a Dark-Hershey-Crunch-Peanut Butter-Granola-Fudge Sundae desert, she would go out of her way to get us what we wished for…as long as it was reasonable. The example I gave just simply won’t ever happen, let’s face it. If not, then she’d just simply say something like “I’m sorry, honey, but the Wish Fairy might have been busy last night.” I’d like to say that the so-called “Wish Fairy” was actually the wish pokemon “Jirachi”. I had told mom that I was going to put a Wish Coupon under my pillow, and she said “Okay. Make it something special!” “Oh, I will…” I mumbled so that she couldn’t hear me. But, instead of simply grabbing one Wish Coupon, I grabbed all of them. All 20 Wish Coupons, and I then wrote on the top card… “I wish…” I hesitated, thinking of how I should describe it. “I wish to live life as a pony!” I stopped. I thought hard about whether I really wanted to do this or not. I erased the “!”, and continued, adding a little bit. “I wish to live life as a pony for one day every month for the next 5…” I shook my head as I erased the “5” I had mindlessly put on the paper, and continued from there. “…every month for the next 10 years, starting at midnight!” I sighed in joy, hoping this would work. And all of this to prove how badly I wanted this. I placed all 20 Wish Coupons under my pillow, along with a drawing of my OC I had made not too long ago, and the night went on as usual, with dinner first, shower next, teeth brushing, then finally bed. We all said our goodnights, gave each other hugs and kisses... Sheesh, now that I’m looking back on this, I was such a child, even at 13! As I lay there, on my bed, I sat up, put my hands together, and prayed. I prayed with all of my might, with all of my heart, hoping that my dream would come true. Afterwards, I put my head back on the pillow, and went to sleep. Or so I tried to sleep. You know how kids are when it comes to excitement, and bedtime. They just can’t shut their eyes, especially with me, since I’m still technically part child. Then again, I think that goes for everyone…at least up to their twenties. Eventually, I fell asleep, sound in my bed, smiling happily as I sleep, waiting for tomorrow to arrive. Until Chapter Two…