//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 (redux) // Story: Draconic intentions. // by Glare //------------------------------// My senses are dead. I cannot see, I cannot hear, hell, I can't even smell a damn thing. Twilie is telling me I should start just before it all began. I suppose that would make sense. ___________________________________________________________________________ I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is James. That is who I am for the beginning of this tale anyway. I was your average high-school senior, I had a nice girlfriend, I played football, I got better then average grades. All in all, I was a normal, happy kid. It all started one fall evening, after an awful football game. My team got beat into the fucking ground, 28 to 0. Anyway, me and my girlfriendand my best friendwere walking to a party. About half way there, we ran into this old dude walking the other way. The old man just happened to be wearing, of all things, a pony shirt. Now, I may have forgot to mention this earlier, but I absolutely HATE bronies. I don't really know why, something about the idea of grown men and/or teenagers watching a show meant for little girls. Anyway, like I said, I was already in a bad mood from losing the game, and then this old guy had the AUDACITY to wear a shirt from a tv show meant FOR LITTLE GIRLS. Sorry. I tend to rant when I'm annoyed. "Fuck you pony fag!" I yelled. He didn't even flinch, he just looked at me. "Oh, a brony hater eh? You'll be perfect!" He said with a creepy grin on his face. My friends tried to pull me away, but I was just too mad. I stormed up to the guy, and got right in his face. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean, pony fag" I yelled. If anything, his grin became even wider. "I meant nothing by it," he said. "Just have a nice trip." He then proceeded to kick me in the balls, and snap kick me in the face. Needless to say, I was out cold. Back to the beginning we go! My senses are dead. I cannot see, I cannot hear, hell, I can't even smell a damn thing. Slowly, as my senses started to return, I could hear what sounded like waves off in the distance. I could also smell salt, so I assumed I was near the ocean. Now, for some reason I have all my senses but sight. Lets see, how to remedy this...IDEEEEAAAA! I could open my eyes! With a goal in mind, I set out to complete it. I slowly cracked one eye to see if I could see anything. For some reason, the world was in black and white. I could see, but only in black and white. Meh, I can figure it later, now to get my other eye open. With that complete, (and the world still in black and white) I decide to look around and try and figure out where I am. It kinda looks like I'm in some kind of narrow cave, with stalactites on the ceiling, and large rocks on either side. I decide to use one of the rocks to help me get up, so I reach over and grab the rock about a foot to my left. My claws easily dug into the rock, providing something stable to help me lever myself up. WAIT. THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY? "My claws easily dug into the rock." WHAT THE CENSORED I looked over at my arm, seeing only three three fingers and a thumb, each topped with a large claw. My arm looked like it was covered in some type of scales, and looked a lot more muscular. As I stood up, I looked down at my feet. There were four toes, tipped with slightly larger claws then my hands. I reached up, and felt my head to see if there was any difference there. It felt like it was also covered in scales, and also felt like there was some small horns protruding around my head. I am really fucking confused right now, why am I in a cave with a different body? I decided to shelve that though, and figure out how to get out of this cave. Looking around, I realized I could see a small light off in the distance, probably the exit to the cave. I decide to try and walk that way, doing surprisingly well for having never walked with claws before. As i got closer to the light, color started to come back into my vision. I guess the black and white is night vision, awesome! When I finally made it out of the cave, the sudden brightness stunned me, and made me stagger forward. Which was unfortunate, because there was only a small ledge there followed by a 500 foot drop. A lot of thoughts ran through my head as I started to fall, the main one being AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Just as I was about to hit the ground, I felt something grab me around the waist and pull up. A male sounding voice behind me yelled "Don't worry buddy! I got you!" Then I hit the ground, and all was black. Well, look where we are again. My senses are dead. I cannot see, I cannot hear, hell, I can't even smell a damn thing. My senses slowly started to return,(again) except this time I could hear voices speaking a strange language, that sounds African. I open my eyes to see what looks like a zebra about an inch from my face. "AHHH!" I scream and jump back. Or try too, since I'm strapped to the bed. This is when I realize that my legs are almost completely hanging off the bed, and are technically tied to the FLOOR, not the bed. "Naruc, too wac merrrona?" The zebra asked. "Uhhh, what?" "Naruc, too wac merrrona??" It said, more urgently this time. "I'm sorry, I don't speak what ever language it is that your speaking." "SHIT! COCKATRICE!" I hear from outside. The zebra thing immediately runs over and locks the door, and then closes all the curtains in the room. I hear sounds of combat outside, and then something yells IGNIS, and the combat stops. A couple minutes later, there is a knock on the door. The zebra goes over to unlock it, and let whoever is knocking in. The door opens, and I hear the zebra thing talking in his strange language, answered by another voice in the same language. "Hello?" I call out. "Can you speak english?" And then something happened that completely blew my mind. Following the zebra into the room, was a pony. I fainted. (again)