Chapter 1
"I said let me go you bloody brutes!" Said a British middle aged male voice.
"Why should we, your gun be burned at the stake in mornin anyways." Said one of the guards that was dragging him by force.
"I TOLD YOU! IM NOT, I REPEAT, NOT A BLOODY DEMON!!!" Screamed the man as he was thrown into a cell.
"Oh yea? That power of yours proves otherwise!" The guard said as he smacked the man in the face with his club. Once that was over, both the guards left while chuckling. The man got up and wiped his face of all the blood. He soon looked at the mark on his hand. The mark was in the shape of a demonic looking octave. He then closed his eyes and thought of a violin. The mark started glowing a baby blue color. After a minute, a black violin appeared out of nowhere. He started tuning it up and began playing a sad violin song.
He then started to weep at how sad the song is. Also how he is crying about going to be killed in the most brutal way possible tomorrow morning. How hes never going to see his mother and father, his sister, his brother, his best friend and most importantly, the love of his life. He was going to tell her how he felt before he was captured.
"Oh Medetii, I wish I could at least tell you my feelings before I die."
He then saw a twinkle in his eye. That twinkle was in the middle of the floor just lying there. He then got up from his wooden bed and examined the sparkle. He looked at it very closely with great detail. It reminded him of the twinkle in Medetii's eyes.
The twinkle started to glow even brighter to the point where its blinding.The twinkle stated to grow into a ball of light, but just as fast as it began, it stopped. The man stopped covering his eyes and looked at what was there. There was a hole in the floor. He slowly walked up to it and looked down. When he looked in the hole he saw light, he assumed that god heard his inner plea and cut him a break.
Better than getting burned alive I suppose." He said fearfully.
He then took every last bit of bravery he had to jump into the hole. Once he did it he was basically regretting every last thought of even jumping, soon he was in freefall. What seemed like hours was actually seconds to him. Once he reached the faint light, it had glown so bright that he had to cover his eyes. When the light stopped he suddenly felt and smelled fresh air through his hair. He opned his eyes again and saw that he was out of the prison.
"Yes! I bloody did it! Ha ha! Take that you stupid guards! Who said Houdini was the best escape artist. Whoooohoo!" He shouted over the wind in his ears. When he looked down he saw saw a forest of some sort, he then remembered he was falling to his death.
He only had a few seconds to think before he hit the ground. He had an idea. The mark on his hand started glowing again an a black plade bagpipe appeared. He plugged all the holes with his fingers and started blowing into it. The bagpipe stated to inflate to the point where it four times his size. Once it was big enough he then bravced for impact. The landing was rough.
He got up from the wreckage and had seen the remains of the bagpipe just fading away. He looked around and the first thing he noticed was every color in that forest wasnt a dark color, it was a bright non-scary color witch amazed him. He then saw a very tall tree he landed near, he rolled up his sleeves and decided to climb it. Once he reached the top, he saw a completly diffrent land. In the distance, he saw a village but didnt see any villagers. In the sky he saw the clouds being moved by creatures he couldnt quite see well enough. In the vast backround he could see a massive castle engraved into the side of the mountain.
He climbed down the tree and yelled "WHERE THE BLAZEZ AM I!!!" He said with a mix of anger and confusion. Suddenly, he heard a high pitched scream. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH" he whipped his head around fast and saw three little blurs zoom past him. He then looked at the bush where they came out of and instead of a little rabbit, a giant lion with dragon wings and a squirpion tail. The beast started to swipe its claws at him. He knew damn well he couldnt fight this thing hand to hand. He knew if he didnt those three little creatures would be eaten. He only had one option left. He closed his eyes and the mark started to glow again, after a second a silver flute appeared. He then played a song that made the creature sleepy.
When the song was over, the creature fell asleep. He then looked around to see if those three little creatures were okay. He saw them shaking in fear in a bush. He found it a bit adorable. He slowly walked up to the bush and softly said "Hey, its okay. The bad monsters gone now. You can come out." One of the first to come out was a small filly with a red mane tied with a bow and a red tail with yellow fur.
"Hey there little fella" he said softly.
"Ah aint no fella, im ah pony!" The creature said in a southern accent.
And just like that, he lost his soft voice and freaked out.
"What the hell!?! You can talk!"
"Well of course ah can, ah am a pony after all." She said with an adorable smile.
Another one of the fillies slowly came out of the bushes. This filly has a orange coat with a purple mane and tail. Bu the one thing he looked at the most was her wings.
"Applebloom! Get over here! That thing looks like it wants to eat you" she said while whispering.
"It's alright Scootaloo, he put that Manticore to sleep with that song of his, he's a friend." She said happily.
"Why are you talking to it?" said a high squeaky voice. The third filly walked out, she has a pink and light lavender mane and tail with white fur. The most noticeible thing was her small horn on her forehead.
As the three started conversing if he was friend or foe, he started to think.
"Sweet mother of Nancy....A little pony, a little Pegasus, and a little unicorn, there real and in front of me and they can TALK! My mum used to tell my sister about all those rubbish stories, but I never, ever thought they could be genuine." he thought.
As the three started to raise their voices at each other. He decided to interrupt.
"Uh, excuse me! Would you mind telling me where I am?" He said.
The three fillies huddled up and diccussed through whispers. Once they disbanded Sweetie Belle spoke up.
"If you come with us well explain on the way. But first tell us what you are and what's your name."
"Well my name is Phillips Rosario but my friends used to call me Master Mistro." The three giggled at his nickname and started to introduce themselves.
"Ahm Apple Bloom "
"Im Sweetie Belle"
"And im Scootalool"
"Welcome to the magical land of Equestria. YAY!!!!!!" They all shouted in unison.
Phillips did not know why that hole opened for him, but at least he was out of execution and more along the lines of banishment. He followed the three little fillies to the nearby village. What he didnt know was that when he set foot in the village, he began his new life in Equestria.