It was a pretty normal day for Skye; he was twenty one years old and had a very optimistic personality, despite having few friends and a dead end job. This day in particular was a very interesting one for him.

He had got out of bed, like normal, got dressed, like normal. He wore a white T-shirt checked with blue boxes. Over that he wore a tank top in a patterned style with royal and navy blue diamond shapes. He had beige jeans and dark red trainers lined with olive green.

He had cereal, golden nuggets to be précised. Which is what Skye was; he was very neat and tidy. He didn't have OCD or anything like that, but he liked everything set in a certain order. All morning he'd been waiting to go to his job at the factory, but there was a march going on, so they had to cancel for today, so Skye was at home all day.

Free to do whatever he felt like. And what he felt like doing was watching TV. After he finished watching the new episode of the walking dead, he went to sleep after a day of freedom, which he spent watching TV mostly. But the interesting part is what happened after he woke up…

Skye suddenly realized he was awake. He moved his hand slightly, and groaned "No, I don't feel like…" and he stopped talking. He fidgeted around on a soft floor. He moaned some more and tried to get up. He was on a carpet of some sort, or something similar. He tried to flicker his eyes, trying to see into the outside world, but a ray of sunshine prevented him.

"What the what?" he said, his voice wasn't low or high, it was the sort of voice that wasn't a very good singing voice. He finally got up and his eyes obeyed his mind and opened to reveal patches of grass surrounding him. "Where…?" he asked himself, knowing he wouldn't receive an answer, not if there wasn't someone else there. He tried to stand up, but his legs were made of jelly. He fell over and tried to get up again, this time using his arms to support himself. He successfully got on his feet.

"Grass, where am I and how did I get here?" he questioned himself again; he rubbed his head and found a smear of blood trickling down his cheek from his nose.

"Nose bleed?" he said, "Well, I don't know how I got this, but I better stop it" he said, lifting his head and holding his nose with his index finger and his thumb. He looked around again, there was nothing in sight, but he could hear a blurred mix of talking and excitement. He turned around. "Ah, civilization" he said. And with that he started walking towards the sound.

After a few minutes of walking, the sound only got a little clearer. He heard a noise from above him, like a noise of hovering. Fluttering wings maybe? He looked up, in in surprise, whatever he saw for a fraction of a second dashed off in a blizzard of colour. "Hey?!" he tried to shout, but it had already gone. He focused on the sounds he could hear, they were still coming from over a few tall rocks and a small hill.

He ventured past them and looked down a steep hill, which at the bottom he saw a huge town. "Good" he said. He took a step forward and realized there was a drop, "Crap" he mumbled as he fell down the hill in a rough struggle to keep balance.

After about fifteen seconds of pain, he hit the bottom. "Ah my arm, surely this is a hazard?" he asked himself. He looked around for some sign of life. "Hello?" he said. A reply came from around a few trees.

He heard a "Yes?" from behind a tree, so he went to investigate. He danced around the tree, hoping to find answers as to why he was here; instead there was a white pony… with purple hair staring at him.

"Hello, I could have sworn I heard someone… Hello pony" he said, but the pony seemed to gasp and then it ran off. He was about to follow the pony, maybe it knew where people were, but he caught a gash on his arm on a twig sticking out of the tree like a thorn.

"GOD!" he shouted, not noticing he'd cut himself rather deep. "Hello?" he shouted. No-one answered. He fumbled forward; he started getting a little woozy from his wound. He thought he'd be alright, but he fell over and gave in to the injury's attempt to make him fall unconscious. He closed his eyes, but the last thing he saw was a purple blur hiding behind a bush, Skye tried to call out for help but he couldn't speak. He fainted.

...

Skye awoke with a gasp, "HELP!" he shouted, which was the last thing he recalled trying to say whenever he'd been awake last. He looked around and a bunch of coloured shapes began to blur into focus, "What did you-" he said, then almost threw up, but swallowed it, "Do to me?" he finished. He heard a feminine voice,

"What do you think we should do with it?" they said. Skye didn't like being called an 'it'. He answered back,

"Hey, I'm not an it!" he shouted, "I am a-" he tried to say, but another voice, a squeaky tomboy one said,

"Make him leave, now, before he hurts any-" they started, but the first voice came back,

"Maybe we should question him?" they said.

Skye realized he was tied up; he tried to struggle for freedom, which was useless as he couldn't move a muscle. He tried to ask for help, "Excuse me, but why am I-" he said. But the tomboy voice said,

"Silence human!" and he instantly shut his mouth. Skye's vision didn't seem to get any better and he couldn't see anything still. He also realized that one voice had called him human.

"Hey, why did you say human?" he said, wondering what these creatures could be. They were all different colours and were a lot bigger looking than him. Sky heard another voice, but this one was quiet, a shy one,

"Maybe he's not evil" it cried, by the sounds of it, they were all female.

"I can assure you I am not-" started Skye, but was silenced again by the tomboy. He didn't think to be quiet this time; he wanted to know where he was and why he was there.

"Spike?" said the nice one again, and a purple blob came down what Skye assumed to be a set of stairs.

"Yes?" it said. They started whispering, Skye couldn't hear, and he didn't like not knowing what was going on. He fidgeted around and started to panic a bit. He had an idea, it might not work, but it was his best option.