Equestrian Paradise

By: Dark Nebula

Chapter 1

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Wham!

My hand collapsed down over my alarm clock, God I really need to change that alarm. I rolled over in my bed bringing up my arms; I rubbed my eyes and groaned.

I hate mornings...

After another minute of lying there, I sat up in my bed. Leaning over I picked my laptop up off the nightstand. Flipping up the monitor, I began my everyday morning routine of surfing the web and checking my email.

You’re probably wondering who I am and why the heck am I telling you about my morning. Well... My name is Lee James Harrison. Yeah, a mouthful isn't it? I’m a twenty-three year old guy majoring in Digital Graphic Designing. You know, like the guys who create video games and other arts. Oh yeah, I'm a gamer too. I’m also minoring in art. Not much, but it’ll help in the long run of my career path. I live in a little town called Dansville. It’s a small community, very nice place too. Lot’s of woods and lakes around here. Not much pollution either, unlike the big cities. I just like to sit on my back porch sometimes at night and take in the beauty of the stars. But enough of that, let us continue.

Typing in my Yahoo password, I noticed I had a message in the top right part of the screen. I hardly get any messages on my Yahoo account, due to me not being stupid and signing up for those inane forum websites or those mmorpg’s. Curious, I hovered my mouse cursor over it and clicked on the little envelope. Expecting it to just be spam, and boy was I hit with a wall of surprise.

It had the title of one of my favorite game companies, Blizzard. You know,  those guys who made the first two StarCraft games, and, one of my favorites, Diablo? Before getting overly excited, however, I took a deep breath.

This could just be some troll letter..., I thought, rolling my eyes I sighed, Ah, what the heck. Clicking on the message I began to read, slowly as my eyes continued to scan the screen. A small grin began to pierce my lips gradually, turning into a broad smile.

It was a email sent to me by one of the guys up in the company stating that they finished looking over my work that I sent to them a month ago, and they’re asking me to come down to New Jersey for a job interview. My hands began to shake due to how excited I was, but as quickly as the excitement came, it vanished. Glancing down at the clock at the bottom of the screen I frowned. I realized it was seven in the morning. “Oh yeah,” I said out loud to no one in particular. “I have morning classes in thirty minutes.” After a few seconds of letting that sink in, my eyes grew wide. “Oh crap I have morning classes!”  I slammed my laptop lid close, flinging my legs over the side of my bed I dashed my way towards my closet.

Quickly flinging my black jacket over my white polo. I fixed my red tie and placed on my black flat cap. I tied my shoes, then went to retrieve my bag. After grabbing my bag I made sure I had all my text books. I then took my charger out of my art tablet and placed it in my laptop bag with my laptop. The last thing I did before leaving is shove my phone in my pocket.

The sound of car honking its horn caught my attention. Glancing towards the window I grinned, I pulled my blinds up and looked out my dorm room window. Just outside was my best friend Kurt, in his old junky Thunderbird. Kurt waved to me from his car. I replied back by nodding my head, stepping back from the window I turned and made my way to the door.

:[-]:

I wrapped the seat belt around me and clicked it into place. “Alright lets do this.” I said, Kurt smiled, I grinned and looked over at my childhood friend.

“What's got you in such a good mood?” I asked. Kurt smile grew bigger while we backed out of the parking lot and began heading towards our morning classes.

“Todays the day brotha!” Kurt said in a crappy ghetto accent. Instantly I knew what he met. “Turf Wars Two came out today.” He said drumming on the steering wheel.

“Oh crap man you’re right.” I said looking out the window. The sky was clear and was blue as ever. Young adults all around were either heading to work or they too had classes they needed to be getting to. Looking around at the scenery I was still amazed at the beauty Dansville had to offer, the farmland and the woods were astounding. Unlike other towns I lived in before this, when you would walk outside and all you would smell is manure and cow. This one was different you step outside and it’s like,

Wham!  

A wave of flowery smells invade your nose, and I’m not saying it’s a bad, it’s amazing. Of course, I wasn't born and raised here. I was raised in Paterson New Jersey, after graduating from high school I set off on my own. Following a few years of town hopping I found this place; which was the only town where I could afford to go to college. After a year Kurt moved in not too far from me, we both worked in a small office building in downtown as the mailmen.

Extremely boring job, it literally consisted of sorting out mail, and walking around for eight and a half hours straight distributing it between all the staff members. But hey, it’s better than nothing and it pays for my rent and other college bills. Speaking of education, like before I’m a sophomore majoring in digital graphics. Yeah that's mostly about it I enjoy video games and animation. I’m also minoring in Art. Honestly, I love art. If you were to give me a pen and paper and place me by a window for a few hours, when you came back and I’d have the entire outside scenery drawn and shaded. I mostly like to draw manga though; I’m just so fascinated by the Japanese comic book art. But yeah overall... life is going great for me.

“Hah! Man, I’m always right.” Kurt said taking a right turn, I snapped out of my stupor and glanced back at him.

“Oh really now?” I smiled,

“Of course,” He chuckled.

“Alright then, who lead Great Britain during World War II?” I asked grinning. Kurt frowned,

“Okay fine smart ass, I’m 99.9% right most of the time.” I laughed,

“So are you going to go see it?” I asked, Kurt raised an eyebrow,

“See what?”

“Turf Wars Two.” I reminded him. Kurt frowned,

“I would but the Hub is hosting a marathon of MLP later today.” I rolled my eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. That show man, I’ve never actually watched an episode before except for a few parts the last time I went to Kurt’s apartment and it was on. But my God! I have nothing against it, frankly I hardly even know what’s it about! Seriously, what is so fascinating about little talking horses? Sorry, ponies. Come on! The only reason why I’m aggravated is because just recently I was on a new forum site for the upcoming game Star Citizen. It seems to have attracted a large mob of these... Agh... Bronies or whatever the hell they call themselves.

Kurt tells me I’ll like it because of the animation and art style, but I don’t buy it. Yeah, he’s my best friend and I shouldn’t even care about what he’s interested in, but whenever he’s talking about that show... I worry about him.

“Come on man,” I said fixing my flat cap. “Can’t you just record it or something?” I asked Kurt. He let out another aggravated sigh while we parked into a parking space right outside the school.

“I would,” He said “But all the space in the cable system has been taken up.” I raised an eyebrow,

“What could possibly take up so much space?” I asked gathering my belongings.

“Movies,” Kurt deadpanned.

“Oh...” I grunted. I flung my heavy bag over my right shoulder and placed my laptop bag on my left. And opened the car door, stepping out I shielded my eyes from the bright rays of the sun. The smell of flowers reaching my nostrils, I took in a deep breath and sighed.

“Well my friend, I guess this is time where we part ways.” Kurt said in a crappy excuse of a Russian accent while stepping out of the driver side he turned to look at me. I chuckled.

“Until Art class Comrade.” I replied back in a slightly better accent. Kurt laughed,

“Alright man see ya around.” He said grabbing his bag he began heading to class.

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Stepping into my Digital Graphics class I took my seat. Opening my laptop bag I retrieved my laptop and tablet.

“Hello there Mr. Harrison.” Said a familiar voice behind me, plugging my tablet up into my laptop I replied,

“Hey teach, how’s it goin?” I said closing my bag and placing it to the side.

“It’s going good.” He replied. I turned my chair away from the computer and my eyes met with my teacher Mr. Briston, who just stood there like usual looking over us and our work,

“So what’s got you in such good mood Mr. Harrison? Usually when I see you come into my classroom you always look like you’re about to pass out.” he asked. I knelt down and opened my bag again to retrieve the pen I’d forgotten to get out earlier. Mr. Briston ran a hand through his grey hair,

“Well I received an E-mail this morning,” I said connecting the pen to the tablet.

“Oh really, who was it from?” He raised an eyebrow and began leaning up against the table right next to me,

“It was from Blizzard. They were asking if I could come down for a job interview.” Mr. Briston’s mouth fell agape.

“Th-that’s wonderful!” He said patting me on the back, “I hope everything goes good for you Mr. Harrison.” I smiled broadly,

“Thanks Mr. Briston I really appreciate your support.” My teacher chuckled,

“What exactly did they say?” He asked,

“Well,” I said turning on my laptop, “they said they reviewed my work and they loved it.” Mr. Briston nodded and patted me on the back again,

“Well again, Mr. Harrison I hope everything goes good for you.” He said again while turning back he began heading to the front of the room.

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to feel. Happy, excited, amazed, but there was one feeling I know I had at the moment. And that was, Pride.

“Congratulations Lee.” I jumped at the feeling of someone else  patting me on the back. Quickly I turned to see my friend Abigail . “Oh sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” She said taking a seat at the computer right next to me.

“Pssh... You didn’t scare me you just... Slightly startled me that’s all.” I jokingly said. Straightening myself up I stared at Abigail. She was the most beautiful girl I’ve seen in years, with long blonde hair and a nicely built body. Best of all, she had that perfect personality; she wasn’t no snobby prep or girly girl. No, she was one of them tomboys. You know the girls who aren’t afraid to get dirty. They like to play games with us guys. She’s also one of the nicest girls I met at this school. Yeah, I love Dansville, but I will have to say this. Most women here are jerks.

“So I heard Blizzard loves your work.” Abigail said while turning on her computer.

“So you heard?” I said typing my password in. Abigail chuckled,

“Well it’s not hard when you’re standing right behind the teacher.”

“I see.” I said opening up my project and started getting to work. I was in the middle of working on a flash animation project.

“Are you excited?” She asked leaning forward and getting to work on her tablet

.

“Are you kidding me? It’s Blizzard they’re one of my most favorite game company besides Remedy and Capcom. Like look at Diablo!” I said, with a grin.

“I don’t think I played that game before.” Abigail frowned, I dropped my pen and glanced up at her,

“You’re coming over later today.” I said.

“Wait what?” Abigail raised an eyebrow.

“You’re coming over and we’re going to play Diablo. I’m going to to show you why I love Blizzard so much.” I smiled, Abigail grinned,

“Alright just let me finish my project and I’ll come over later tonight.”

:[-]:

I love history class. I don’t know why, but it fascinates me so much. Seriously, if  I can’t get a job in the industry I want, I swear I might just become a history teacher. I’ve actually read my textbook from cover to cover. I know almost all of America’s history, at least the main parts of it.

I’m literally a walking textbook. The biggest thing though in history that I’m mostly fascinated in is probably both of the World Wars. I’m particularly intrigued by World War II though.

Overall though today was really going good for me. After history class I was sitting back in my chair in art class. After a good minute Kurt finally walked in. Placing his chair right next to me me. Kurt cracked his knuckles,

“Alright lets get cracking.” He oh so cleverly said, leaning over our life size portrait of Alan Wake, who was one of my all time favorite video game characters. Alan was standing a three quarter view wielding a revolver in his right hand and a flashlight in his left.

Just yesterday we finished sketching him out. Now all we need to do is outline him and color him in with paint. I’m okay with paint but, I prefer Kurt to do the painting. He’s a pro when it comes to color which is one reason why we both teamed up for this project.

“Sorry to bother you Mr. Harrison,” I stopped inking and turned to see my teacher Mr. Curry approaching us.

“No problem at all Teach what is it?” I asked,

“Well I just received a call from the Dansville art museum.” I smiled,

Oh this day just keeps getting better and better, I thought.

“What did they say?” I asked,

“Well they looked over your latest piece and they want to know if they could buy it off you.” The word “Buy” seemed to gain Kurt’s attention because he instantly shot up at the sound of the word. My smile grew wider,

“For how much?” Kurt asked, I glanced at him.

“Why do you ca-”

“Six thousand.” Mr. Curry said, my mouth dropped open at the number. Kurt grinned,

“Eh...” I didn’t know what to say,

“Make it ten and they gotta deal.” Kurt stood up,

“Mr. Key it’s Harrison’s piece not yours he should make the choice.” Mr. Curry said,

“Hey I’m just sayin,” Kurt said raising his hands, “I’m the one who painted it anyways.” Kurt turned back towards his project.

“He does have a point.” I said,

“Ten thousand it is then. I’ll go give them call and tell them.” He said making his way back towards his desk to make the call. Turning back towards Kurt we both shared a smile,

“We’ll split it five thousand each if they buy it.” I said, Kurt’s face lit up,

“Hell yeah man that’s what I’m talking about!” We both gave each other a high five.

“Heh, yeah...” I was happy, don’t get me wrong. I’ve been trying to get in for over two years now, I was actually excited. What was I going to do with all this extra money?

After that the day just seemed to get better and better...

Well so I thought, while Kurt and I were driving back to the dorms, so he could drop me off. Kurt decided that his car needed to be refilled. I agreed so Kurt made a left instead of a right towards the Sunoco Gas Station.

Kurt reached down and hooked his Mp3 player up to his radio, pushing a few buttons our most favorite song came, Gangsta's Paradise. “You ready for this?” He asked, bobbing his head to the beat. I nodded my head. Once Coolio started rapping I took lead, matching every word almost perfectly. I messed up occasional but we just laughed it off. Once the first verse ended Kurt took over singing the second part.

On the way there I received a phone call from my dad. I honestly don’t really hear from them that often. Last time I heard from my parents was about four months ago. “Hold on, pause the music Kurt.” Kurt nodded and stopped the song.

“Hhhhelllo!” I answered a little too happy, I was staring at the ten thousand dollar check in my hand with the largest smile on my face.

“Hey hows my boy doing?” My father asked excited and overjoyed as usual. I told my father about the money and my hopefully upcoming job.

“Th-that’s amazing!” My father stuttered. “I’m proud of you son.” He said, “H-....Hold on I need to get your mother. Annie pick up the other phone!” My dad muffled the phone and yelled.

“Hello?” My mother’s cheer filled voice came in again after explaining everything, Kurt made left a turn onto the bridge going over the river. I could see the Sunoco lights in the distance, “Well that’s nice to hear.” My mother said.”

“Well before we go son. I was wanting to ask you something.”

“What’s that?” I asked growing curious.

“Well me and your mother were talking and we wanted to know if you wanted to come to Flor-” My father was cut off due to Kurt screaming at the top of his lungs.

"JESUS CHRIST!!”

My eyes snapped forward only to see a large semi-truck ram into us. The last thing I remember before blacking out is the car barrel rolling down the hill and into the water.

:[-]:

Beep...

What the heck happened?,  I thought.

“Will it be okay Doc?” Asked a female voice

Beep...

Who was that?

“Don’t know. Whatever it is though it’s hurt bad, real bad.” A male said, which I assume to be the doctor.

Beep...

Argh... That beep is getting really annoying.

Beep...

“Doctor! The patient in the other room is waking up!” Shouted a female voice,

“Is it really Nurse Redheart?” Asked the man,

Nurse Redheart, that’s a pretty weird name.

Beep...

Oh for God Sake! Right when I thought today was going good, I had to get in a car wreck. Why God! Why! Was this some type of sick game of yours? Hey lets pick some random guy make him have the best day ever and cripple him in the end. And make him spend all his new money on hospital fees. Oh and you know what would be better what if I make it so he is hospitalized for three weeks and he can’t get that job! Hohohoho- Screw you ass whole! Screw you!

Beep...

Oh my God can I wake up now body! Seriously how long have I been here... What two hours now-

“ARRGGHHH!!!” A scream came from my right, scaring the living crap out of me. “LEE!!!  Lee! Where are you!”

Oh crap that’s Kurt! Trying with all my might, I slowly began to open my eyelids. Slowly but surely they began to part allowing small amounts of white light to seep in. With a groan I slowly brought my left hand up to my forehead.

I felt bandages brush against the tips of my fingers once I touched my head. Still I could hear Kurt yell my name from my right. Opening my eyes all the way I had to shield them from the massive amounts of white hitting my eyes and burning my retinas.

“Nurse Redheart can you please try and calm him... Oh my Celestia the other one has awoken too!”  Slowly I tried to push myself up,

“Who in the heck is Celestia-” I stopped taking my hand off my face, I stared into the eyes of a small cartoony looking horse. He had a brown coat and an orange mane and very large eyes and boy were they huge, he also wore a white doctor's coat and had one of them disk things on his head. Instantly I knew something was wrong.

I have to be dreaming. Yeah that’s it, I dreaming. I’m just having a nightmare. we crashed into the river and the car is flooding and Kurt is screaming at me to wake up. Yeah... Yeah that’s what’s going on. I’m just having a strange dream during a terrible crisis. I’m going to die...

“Heh... I’m dreaming am I?” I asked before passing out again.

:[-]:

“It seems to be stabilizing now sir, It should be waking up in a matter of seconds.” Said a female nurse.

“What is it?” asked another female.

Okay the next person to call me an it, is getting socked in the face when I wake up

.

“Well ah don’t know what it is.” Said another girl with a southern accent

And now I know who I’m hitting next.

“Me neither!” Said another female voice but this one was more upbeat and hyper sounding. I released a low groan. I heard girls gasp

,

“ I think it’s waking up!”

“Woudja shop calllinzs me an mit!” I tried to say, would ya stop calling me an it.

“Did it just try to speak to us?” Asked another voice. I sighed and tried to open my eyes, luckily though it was much easier than last time. Upon opening my eyes I shielded them until they became adjusted to my hospital like environment. Pushing myself up I stared at the speakers who were calling me an IT.

“Alright...” I said being able to speak straight now, “Which one of you called me an It-ARRGGHHH!!!” I screamed at the sight of six horses before me, “What are you? Who are you?” The six horses looked at each other with terrified expressions, seconds later the one in the middle, who was a purple unicorn stepped forward.

“My name is Twilight Sparkle, and this is, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity.” I stared at them wide eyed, my heart racing faster than ever. I heard those names before. I heard Kurt say them at least a dozen times... Come on, think Lee think! After a good second or two it finally dawned on me. It struck me so hard, and I had to yell I needed to scream. I needed to pull the infamous Luke Skywalker,

“NOOOO!”

Authors Message

Hope you guys liked this chapter,  I bet there are tons of mistakes in there. So please if you spotted any let me know and I'll fix'em. Next chapter will be coming out later. Dunno when, but it will. Also the song used in this chapter Gangsta's paradise.

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