There is a power as old as mankind itself, the true essence of our existence. It's the force that drives innovation and progress sleeping in all of us waiting for the day to unleash. Creativity is its name, the underlying principle of every word and idea. Since the early beginnings of civilization a common way of its expression is the story, humans all over the world created own universes, characters and plots making them an inner part of their own self. But what if our dreams become reality and reality becomes a dream? What if our worst nightmares come true?

Imagine.

- Prologue -

As long as I can remember, I seemed strange to the people around me. Living in a medium city, which was a very unpleasant place, I never developed any deeper relationships to another human being. But I didn't care after all. Since my parents worked long hours in the near office block doing their best to grant me a good life materially, I got a loner from the beginning on and it didn't change as I started school either. From the moment I learned to read - at the age of four, as far as I know - I did so, even more when the elementary school began, because I didn't like to be around my classmates. I got interested in literature, science and philosophy, while I attended high school, and began to write myself. I was quite a bright student willing to learn and understand as long as I was challenged by the work I had to do. If not, I pretended to listen, but in fact I just got engaged in my own flow of thoughts thinking about new ideas and stories. Knowledge for its own sake was a concept which dominated my life, I was a explorer constantly trying to broaden my horizon.

I even began to prefer my own worlds about the real surroundings, since I believed in the fact, that everything's subjective and therefore nothing has a value as long as I don't concede it one. I also liked being able to create a world, which fitted all my needs, because the real world was often disappointing at that time. soon I finished school not knowing, what I should do with my life. I decided to try to get a teacher, because I liked the idea of a secure income and dealing with children was a nice experience to me.

Studying German, which is my mother language after all, and history I met my later ex-girlfriend Josie at one of the lecture rooms. She instantly had a crush on me, she later told me. I don't know why to be honest. I didn't look that bad, but there was also no exchange of words at this first meeting. I was attracted to her sexually, therefore, after we had some dates initiated by a friend of ours, I agreed when she asked to begin a relationship, since I was used to deal with people I didn't have deep feelings for - friendly pretending having them. It was a great time after all, but she got too clinging. Maybe she was right, as she said I was cold-hearted, when I ended it. That was when something remarkable happened:

It is night, the sound of the city dies slowly, when I cross the street Josie is living in.I'm catched in my thoughts, therefore I don't notice the steps coming from the corner. I don't notice the quiet voices of the drunken men. Suddenly I bump into them. They look violent and angry, an unfortunate mix. I'm not strong. What shall I do? I try to appease them.

"I didn't intend. I'm sorry."

One of them raises his fist. Maybe it's time to run! Since they are very drunk, they wouldn't be able to keep up with me.

"Hey, asshole..." he needs a second to continue, "Never do this again or you will regret it."

He pushes me and I stumble.The other one hits me straight in the face. I turn around quickly trying to get away as fast as I can, but my vision turns black. "I underestimated them," I think, before I loose consciousness

The next thing I can remember are whispering voices and a soft bed. I try to open my eyes - it fails. My head feels as if thousand flashes strike through it.

"Shit" I mumble quietly.

"Did it say something, Twi?", says one of the astonished voices.

"I'm not sure."

These are female voices, I relax a bit.

I give opening my eyes another try. Slowly the tiny strip of vision grows bigger. What I see confuses me. My surroundings look somehow cartoony. What did these bastards do to me? Is this some kind of brain damage? Am I high?

They say something, but I don't understand it - being too busy with scanning the room. I'm in a hospital. Two strange creatures stand at the side of the bed, white and purple; they gaze at me. I realise I remember them. Where did I see them? Both of them were characters on a TV show... Ponies... It has something to do with them.

"Twillight, do you think it is able to speak?" asks the white unicorn.

Twillight! This rings a bell. They are from My Little Pony, a show I watched some time ago. But how did I get in there? I wonder how bad they've beaten me up.

"No, I cant," I say ironically.

"I haven't seen anything like it ever," whispers Twillight to Rarity (I remember her name now).

"You know I can hear you?"

"Umm, yes... Hello, my name is Twillight Sparkle," she introduces herself, "This is Rarity". She points her hoof on the mare. "You are in Ponyville's hospital. We are happy to see you are getting better, since you stayed 2 days unconscious. As we already mentioned, we wonder about which species you are."

"My name is Jack Smith. I'm a male human, no it, but a he." How much can I reveal safely?

"Well, that doesn't tell us much, my dear," says Rarity with a worried look on her face.

Suddenly the headache gets worse, I start massaging my temples. I groan in pain.

"Maybe we should let him rest a bit, Rarity."

She nods even more worried, but compassion doesn't help the slightest .

Then something astounding happens, more astounding than waiking up in another universe (or having such a realistic dream?). The colors around me fade to grey, the ponys' movements seem to be in slow-motion - and my head feels as if I will die soon. Something materializes in the orb of light, which surrounds me, slowly forming to a package of Aspirin. Stop! What? That can't be the magic of inhabitants of this world. That's what I suspected in the first place, when this 'incident' began.

But again I have to close my eyes, since I'm to exhausted to keep my them open.

"Was it magic?", asks Rarity.

"That's... That's impossible," says Twillight shocked, "The blood test revealed, he has no talent for magic, not the slightest bit. But as it seems, he has done something impossible for magic - at least if my observations are true. He... he created matter, not just manipulated it, as we do with our magic."