I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock screaming. I roll over and my hand floats over to the familiar button that turns off the horrible beeping sound that makes my ears ring. I sit up and blink some of the sleep from my eyes. There is a little bit of sun coming through the shades over the windows, and my first instinct is to flop back down and go back to sleep, but that was something I could not afford. I slowly pulled myself over and fell out of the bed. I cursed at the floor for a minute and got up. I walked over to a drawer which I bumped into and pulled out a black long sleeve shirt and a dark pair of jeans. I stripped down and put them on. I walked out of my room and into the light coming from my kitchen from an open window. Wait, open window?
"How the hell did this thing get open?" I asked.

I walked over to the window and closed it. I looked around to try to find out what had made it opened. After looking for about five minutes I finally concluded, that it must have been the wind. I looked for a glass and found a mug that would work well. I placed it under a coffee machine and poured in the coffee grains and water. I pressed the buttons to make the kind of coffee I liked and pressed the button. I walked over to the T.V and found the remote. I turned it on and turned it to the morning news. Nothing but murders and theft.
"This place has gone from bad, to worse, to fucking worse." I mumbled to myself as I walked back over to check on my coffee.

I walked and was just about to sit down when I noticed something. On the coffee table, was a half drank glass of water. It was strange because I almost never drank water and the ice was almost melted, so it must have been put in the glass either early this morning or late last night. I walked over to the glass, picked it up, and nearly dropped it. There was a small amount of pink lipstick on the rim of the glass. I quickly put the glass back down and ran back to the kitchen. I grabbed a carving knife from the knife drawer and held it in the stabbing position. There was a woman, or one very sick twisted man, in my home, and I was going to find them.

I crept around the house for a while and searched. I found nothing. After an hour of searching, I gave up and went back to the kitchen to see that my coffee was done. I picked up the mug and poured some cream and sugar into it. I sipped at it and the warmth filled my entire body. Then I heard a voice:
"Are you Darragh Hussey?" I hear a woman's voice ask.

My body reacted before my mind could stop and figure out what was going on. I grabbed the knife and flung it like a throwing knife. I saw it fly by a woman's head and stick into the wall next to the T.V. Her eyes were wide but other wise she did not flinch. She was wearing a pink dress that was a little high on the thigh for some people's standards. Her hair was very strange. It had streaks of multiple colors in it. One streak was a blonde color, the next was a a darkish pink, and the last was purple. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of purple, strangely enough.

"I-I'm sorry, miss. Are you okay?" I asked, wanting to apologize for almost killing her.

"Yes, yes I'm fine. Are you Darragh Hussey?" she asked again.
"Yeah, I am. Can I help you?" I asked.

"Yes, yes you can. I am Princess Mi Amore Cadenza. Princess Cadence if you like. I am the princess of the crystal kingdom in the land of Equestria." she said.

I cocked my head to one side. I was not sure to believe this person, or call the nearest asylum for the insane.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are. Are you on any medication?" I asked.

"No, not to my knowledge." she said.

Now I was sure this girl was either insane or completely telling the truth. I asked her to sit and we both sat down at a table. At first I asked her a few questions, to see if she was really telling the truth. I tried to turn the conversation around on her once or twice, but she always kept to her story. After a while, I concluded that this girl was telling the truth. I was still a little on the edge with her, because if she was insane, this could get me in a whole shit load of trouble.

"Well, now that you know who I am, I think you deserve to know why I am here. I have come here to take you back to Equestria with me." she said.

"Whoa, hold up. What do you mean? I cant just uproot my life and run off with you!" I said.

"I understand. All of this must seem strange to you, but I will give you some time to decide. Meet me at the tilted kilt pub this evening. I will wait till 8:00 pm. If I don't see you, then I will know your answer." she said.

She stood up and walked towards the window, ready to crawl back out. I told her she could just use the front door, and I showed her out. After I closed the door, I knew that I would not go with her. All of this seemed too strange for me, and I just couldn't. I flopped down in my chair and flipped through the channels on the television. There was nothing to watch, so I ran back upstairs, grabbed my IPod and Beats head phones and plugged them in. The first thing to play was When I'm Gone by Eminem, which was good because listening to him really calmed me down. It gave me some time to think and I still could not come to a decision. I paused the song, took the beats off and set them and my IPod to the side. I walked up the stairs to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My golden brown hair was a mess, so I took a comb and put it back the way it normally was. Some to the left, with a almost wave in the front, just like Mackelmore.

I went back to the kitchen and just started pacing. Back and forth, back and forth. For some reason, I could not get that girl out of my mind. Then I remembered a piece of advice someone gave me. "When life gives you a chance for a new adventure, don't question it" I believe is what they said. Then I made my decision, I was going with that girl.

The pub she told me to meet her at was not far from where I lived. I packed some clothes into a bag and walked out. I took one last look at where I lived, one last goodbye. I turned and walked down the street, the old life was over, the new one had begun.

I walked around and finally found the bar. The Tilted Kilt. It looked like a real hole-in-the-wall kind of place, but the parking lot was filled with cars and motor bikes. I walked up to the door and walked in. The first thing I noticed was the stench. It smelled like stale beer and cigar smoke with a mixture of puke and a feeling of discontent. At first it made me want to gag, but I held it in and pretended to be used to it so I would not be questioned about my age. I looked around and found the lady in the back at a table, a sad look on her face and a beer clutched with both hands. I walked up and sat with her. She looked up and then looked back down.

"At first I thought you were not going to show up." she said.

"Well, when life offers you a chance at an adventure, you don't question it." I replied.

"Well, I think its time we got out of here. The stench is going to make me throw up before the beer will." she replied, pushing the glass over to the side.

We both got up and waked out together. She wrapped both of her arms around mine, and then I knew that I was never going to regret this decision.