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I do not own ponies, My Little Pony, My Little Pony: Friendship is magic is owned by Studio B Productions, Hasbro, The Hub, Lauren Faust and anyone else who I forgot to mention, I am super duper ooper sorry for any inconveniences caused.

Now… ON WITH THE STORY!!!

Part 2

Class is in Session

They didn’t have a car to get home in, but luckily my old house was close to the hospital, but that didn’t change the fact that it took us at least 30 minutes. We made it to the house and ‘dad’ said, “This was your house?”

To which I replied sarcastically, “Yeah, it’s big isn’t it?” My house wasn’t big, it was quite small and a little run down. The attic window was boarded up, and Steven was not allowed to go up there.

I got a response from ‘mum’ but it wasn’t what I was expecting, “So Steven, do you have any friends here?”

“Not really? Are we going away from this blasted place?” I asked excitedly.

“To put it simply, yes, but you only need to pack what you want to bring.”

“Are we going far?”

“You could say that…”

“Cool, I only have little though, come on I’ll let you in.”

“One more question… Did Alexandra tell you anything before she died?” Said asked ‘mum’.

“Yeah- wait… I’ve never seen you before now, how did you know my mum?”

“Typical,” said ‘dad’.

“What?” I objected.

“It’s typical, for people to only think of what they think they know, you only know of after you were born, not before then, time extends for lo-“ ‘Dad’ was about to go into a whole lecture of time, but was thankfully interrupted by ‘mum’.

“What he means to say… Is that we knew Steven and Alexandra from before you were born.” ‘Mum’ simply said, but I caught her on something.

“Wait… Steven? As in Steven Greys Senior?”

‘Mum’ caught her mistake as well and said, “Yes…”

“My real dad’s will said that he only told 4 people of his real name, My uncle, my real mum, Daniel, and his ‘first love’, does that mean…”

“Yes, your father and I were in love before he left.” ‘Mum’ said dismissively as ‘Dad’ looked annoyed at her, “But we must be getting along now, will you let us in?”

“I guess so…” I said walking to the door, realizing that I didn’t have a key, “Bad news guys, I don’t have a key.” I looked back at them with an apologetic glance, my ‘dad’ walked up to the door and looked at it for a while then put his hand on the handle and said.

“No need, it was unlocked.” He opened the door, I swear the door was locked, I thought, “now, what was it you mother said?” ‘Dad’ asked.

“Well she told me to look in the attic, for a crate, and a code, also to meet someone named, Luna?” ‘Dad’ eyed his wife at the mention of the name.

“Huh,” He said, “Well I suppose… go get your possessions and meet us in the attic.” They both went into the house and made their way upstairs; I went to my room to get Gilda and my necklace. I took my coat off and put my necklace on under my shirt, then I put Gilda’s strap over my head and slung her around my back, after that I put the overcoat on my shoulders and over Gilda. I winded up the jack lead and put my arm through it, and then I put the box of picks in my pocket and picked up the portable amp. I went into the attic and saw my two ‘parents’; it was dark, but not to dark. ‘Mum’ and ‘Dad’ were waiting for me next to a create by the looks of the shadows on the wall and on their faces, it was almost like light was emanating from the box itself. ‘Dad’ turned when I made it up.

“He has the coat, and Gilda, but where are the shades?” I looked at ‘dad’ funny how did he know of Gilda, and the coat, AND the shades, and before he even got a good look at me, and besides only the woman would even have a slight clue of the items because my real dad would have shown her.

I had enough, “Ok look, I need some answers NOW, who are you two and how do you…” I pointed to the man and continued; “… know about Gilda, my coat and more confusingly the shades before I even showed you?”

“All will be revealed, I just need 10 more seconds of your trust, and I need to know. This crate is the one correct?” She pointed to the crate behind her.

I put my hand down to my side and moved slowly towards it giving a sideways glance of uncertainty towards the woman, “Yeeeees I believe so…” She looked at it and opened it but it was empty.

“It’s empty.” She simply said.

I knew vaguely what to do, she closed the lid and stepped aside letting me pass then I put my hand on the box and it made a magical flashing sound as it flashed dark blue, I stepped back in surprise I looked to my ‘parents’ and they didn’t seem to falter one bit, as if this was normal for them, then the light died down and a holographic keypad of sorts popped up. It had the numbers 0 through to 9 all in a row, then I remembered what my real mother said, “…crate… code… 1996…”

I pressed 1 and the keypad flashed and moved up by one and was replaced by another of the same, I pressed 9 and the keypad repeated it’s action now 3 rows of keypad were present, I pressed 9 again and It moved up, the last number… Would I trust these strange people and press 6? Or should I press another number and fail it… The choice was mine. What would happen when I press 6? Would I finally get out of this blasted place? Will this woman actually tell me what’s going on? ‘Only one way to find out…’ I finally thought then I pressed 6 and all four keypads disappeared… Then nothing, “Nothing happened?” I thought allowed.

“Now, open it please.” The woman’s voice was commanding but nevertheless remained kind. I opened the box to find a small crystal sphere on a golden stand. The woman took out the ball and placed it on the floor, despite it’s shape it remained still. The man and the woman stood on the opposite side of it to me and joined hands holding their other hands out for me to grab them. I stepped towards them skeptically I put my hand in theirs. All of a sudden the world sped by like a blur of colors, then as quickly as it came, it stopped.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

I looked around the room I was in and I was alone but I had all the things still, Gilda, my coat, my necklace, and so on. I examined the room and found a neatly made king-sized (Jackpot!) bed, a window that illuminated the room with the first bit of sunlight that started the day, a table and a candle on that table. What in the world is this place? I thought.

“Welcome to your new home my son.” I heard the woman’s voice say.

“I prepared it, do you like it?” A different voice said.

“Where am I, Who’s there?” I forcibly said.

“Why, you’re in my castle, my son.” The woman said, the door opened and I looked towards it expecting to see my ‘parents’ but instead found two strange looking horses one was rather tall -her head was about ten centimeters high then mine- and had a white body that was right about where everything normal about this horse ended, she had a long multi-colored mane and tail that seemed to flow without the need for wind and even more strange was that she had a long horn out the top of her head and had wings, also she had what looked to be a sun on both sides of her flank. The other horse was about half the first one’s size had wings and a horn, but was a dark blue color and had short light blue hair that decided that it would be nice to make sense and stay in place and a crescent moon on both sides of it’s flank. I didn’t believe this for a second.

“HaHa very funny, alright I had my laugh, now I think I’d like to get off the crazy gas now.”

“Crazy gas? w-?” The short one objected.

“Be calm my sister,” The taller one said, “Steven is just a bit disorientated. That comes naturally after an inter-dimensional warp…”

“Inter-dimensional~?” I parroted.

“Yes, welcome to Equestria, my new son.” The tall horse bowed her head.

“OK, so I’ll wake up soon… Hopefully, but while I’m here I might as well get some answers.” I said matter-of-factly.

“You’re not sleeping, this is as real as it’s ever going to get.” The small one said, “You are my sister’s son, and I am your aunt, I guess.”

“Alexandra entrusted you in my care, so literally speaking, that makes you my son.” The taller one said as she said that, the smaller one seemed to wince. I walked around the room then to bed, I decided that I would play along, I put my over-coat on the bed and then I put Gilda on top of it and the box of picks out of my pocket on the bed.

“Well, I don’t know about you but I’m rather tired…” Pausing for a fake yawn, “You know, um… Inter-dimensional warping and such…”

“The day is young my son.” The older one stated.

“Umm… Inter-dimensional jet-lag.” I shrugged.

They looked at me skeptically, “Then I suppose you should get some sleep.” The smaller one said. They backed out of the room and the door closed, I didn’t know what to do next, I just went to the bed and sat on it, “The covers feel real enough… And comfortable.” I laid my head on the pillow and just rested on top of the bed, and sighed, “As soon as I wake up from this dream I suppose I have to go back to school tomorrow.”

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

I dreamed. I dreamt that I was in a forest, and there was a lake. I jumped in the lake and swam.

I heard music, then the water changed, into notes. Not writing notes but music notes. I was swimming in a stream of endless notes. I got out of the stream because it leads to a fork. The fork went in three directions; at the ends of the streams I saw 3 horses the same 3 from my strange dreams. The one to the left was a dark gray, with a straight black mane, and amethyst eyes. She was playing a giant violin... no, that isn't a violin… it's a cello? She also had what looked to be a purple treble clef on her flank. The one in the middle looked like a minty color, it had a horn on it's head, it was shimmering a greenish color and a harp was floating next to it, no, that isn't a harp, harps are huge, this was just small, my music teacher had a name for it; Lare... Lair... Lyre was it? It's mark looked like the instrument and she had topaz eyes. The one on the right looked like a DJ, she had a neon blue styled mane and was colored white, she had purple colored oval shaped glasses around her neck, she had piercing ruby red eyes and what looked like a double quaver as her mark. Then they all spoke at the same time, "The jewels of music." When they said that they all turned into gems, the left one turned into a amethyst, the middle turned into a topaz and the one on the right turned into a ruby, "Find us. Help us."

"You need our help. We need your help. This land needs your help."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

I woke up several hours later but I was still in the strange room. I rubbed my eyes with my wrist and slid up to put my back on the wall section, pushing my strange dream to the back of my mind, “Huh, so this isn’t a dream?”

“Why would this be a dream your highness?” I heard a voice call out to me.

“Highness?” Now I knew I was still dreaming, I opened my eyes and looked towards the door of the room… And saw a small brown horse standing there, this one was fake I knew it, ‘cause it had a horn on it’s head. I stared skeptically at the horse for a few seconds then it spoke. IT. SPOKE.

“Yes, Prince Steven Greys the second.” She simply said, I thought it was a ‘she’ because of the voice she had.

My eyes opened further in shock, as I darted back up my bed with my back against the wall and my hands on the bed, “Whoa! Did you just talk?!” I couldn’t believe my ears, or eyes, a horse, TALKING?! As if it was NORMAL?!

“Yes? Well I’m your personal maid assigned to you by your, umm… ‘Mother’.” She stated.

"And you can talk?" I reinstated.

"Yeah, like you can." She simply replied.

"Riiiiiiiight, and you are real?" I said as I checked to see if there was a horse, if I was still dreaming and if my hand was a sandwich.

"Yes. As real as you are." She started to get slightly frustrated, but maintained her composure.

"So I am not still sleeping?" I asked.

"No, you just woke up. Are you alright?" She asked with concern.

"Well if I am real then I am not 'all right', I am indeed half left." I joked

She chuckled, "You are indeed real, I am indeed real and that bed you are sitting on is- in fact- real."

“Ah huh, Well if you are actually real you would have a name. So do you have a name?” I asked the brown horse calming down from the fact that it’s a horse… and it talked... with a horses face... with a horses mouth... and a horses tongue...

She did what I thought was a shrug and said, “Well, you can call me servant, maid, or what ever you want really.”

Did she really just say that, to give up her name to me, just because I may be higher then her? This wasn’t going to pass, I sat on the edge of my bed and turned my head to look at her, and sighed, I stood up I realized that I was like, twice as high as her, That might be intimidating her… I decided to kneel down to her on one knee, and she did what I thought was a bow to me, her face was on the floor and her eyes were shut tight and her teeth were clenched, this put a smile on my face as I put my hand under her chin to rise her up to eye level and I said, “I’m no prince to me, you don’t need to surrender your name to me, just because I may be higher then you.”

She looked at me with an uncertain glance and I put on the kindest smile I could. She smiled back, looked away and appeared to blush, I think. Then she said, “No one has ever treated me like that before, or said anything like that to me. M-my name is Pann.”

“Well hello there Pann, now do you mind telling me where, exactly, I am?” I stood up and sat back on my bed, and looked at her. She shook her head slightly as if snapping out of a trance, “Ah yes, umm… You’re in Canterlot, in the castle of the rulers of this land, Ruler of the day, Princess Celestia, your umm, ‘Mother’, and ruler of the night, Princess Luna.”

“You mean the white and dark blue horses I saw earlier?” I inquired.

“I suppose, if you want to talk to them, they’re in the chambers to the left of yours.”

“All righty then…” I said as I rubbed my hands together, considering what to say next, “What time is it?” I asked as I reached for Gilda and coat.

“Umm, It’s getting late, Luna should raise the moon soon.” She stated.

“Wait, you guys have someone to raise the moon?” I questioned as I pulled Gilda and my coat towards me.

“Yeah sun as well, don’t you?” She asked back.

“No…” I said as I slung Gilda around my back and continued, “If I remember correctly, the world I come from obits around the sun while the sun stays still, and the moon orbits around the world, while the world spins on a tilted axis…” I then put my coat on my shoulders and over Gilda.

“Really? Wow, you hue-manes are weird…” She then opened her eyes quickly as if shocked and backed off slowly in fear, as if she said something wrong.

“Humans.” I corrected her, “…And one might say that, but most of us might say that you horses are weird as well, where I come from, horses don’t exactly… Talk.” I shot her a playful smile and she relaxed, “Where can I get some fresh air?”

“I can lead you to the closest balcony…” She said as the opened the door and ushered me out, “Mind you, not all ponies here like the idea of a, hue-mun, in royalty.”

“I think can understand that, I wont be too hot on the idea of having a horse run our government either… but then again, it might be less corrupt if it was.” I forced a small laugh. She looked at me puzzled as I heard a quiet objection.

“Corrupt?”

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

I should be in the circus.

The amount of stares I got from these ponies I passed suggested just that. Talk about sticking out like a sore thumb but seriously, any more obvious and the metaphorical elephant would be so big that it would be crashing through the roof. So many times I heard the ponies around me quietly say,  “Is that what Princess Celestia calls a ‘hue-mane’?" or, “He has the body structure of a diamond dog, but why is his fur gathered onto the top of his head?” Or worst still I heard one person, no, pony say, “Oooh hideous, and why on Equestria does this hyue-mane bean, beast, or whatever walk on his hind legs not on all fours like the rest of us.” This statement was particularly loud so that he made sure I could hear. I had half a mind to turn to him and throw the other half of my mind at his snobby face and watch him squirm, luckily saner heads prevailed.

I merely talked to his noble ass. I kneeled down to Pann, tapped her shoulder (if that’s what you call the joint between the top of their leg to their body) and whispered to her, “Just who was that?”

She whispered back, “That’s Prince Blueblood, the most awful equine noble to roam this fine palace."

I thought about it for a second, “Does he know who I am?” I whispered to her.

“By the sound of that, I’m surprised that he recognizes his servants, and he never listens to his aunt the Princess Celestia of Equestria.” (Is it just me or was that made to rhyme?)

“Ahh… so that makes him my cousin?” I knew how to deal with cousins, and this would make quite the joke on our friend Mister Blueblood here.

“Fairly sure…”

“Then just stand back and watch, I’m going to give him a lesson in ‘Nobility’ that he will not soon forget.” I said as a devious smile came to my face.

This is going to be fun.

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Author’s note: AH HA CLIFF HANGER! Any way, this is my first ‘Human in Equestria’ Story and to tell you the truth, this (Out of the two that I read) would be the only one that the main character was NOT a Brony. I do hope you enjoyed it.

*Reads Arddum Lleuad*

EDIT: Never mind. :|

*Reads Recon*

EDIT2: All right STFU. But it’s still the only one that the person doesn’t turn into a pony! (Aside for Arddum Lleuad, of course!)

REAL EDIT: Fixed up some minor derps and did a last minute proof-read.

REAL EDIT 2: Made some changes on how Steven reacted to Pann, and how the ponies first reacted to his appearance. Thank you Baked Bads for the help.