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Martin: Chronicle Of A Hero

by CrypticMetaphor

Chapter 1: Prolouge: A Hallway & A Door

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Martin had lost track of time again, when he checked the clock above the entrance to the Stop Shop, a convenience store which he unfortunately worked the night shift at as manager, it was already two hours past his shifts cut off. In some cases, employees of similar positions wouldn't mind this because they would have coworkers to crack jokes with, to keep things lively and tolerable, but Martin was the only person at the store to run it, clean it, and lock up afterwards. He let out a sigh as he turned off his I-Pod and pocketed it; he had been listening to it most of the night since business had been very slow, it was mostly to tune out the world so he could be alone with his thoughts, which worked for a time and a half before he went off into space. After sweeping up the storefront, he went into the bathroom to splash some water on his face so he wouldn't fall asleep on his feet, he looked in the mirror and examined himself, he had short dark auburn hair, and dark green eyes, his features were as youthful as could be for a nineteen year old, except for the black bags under his eyes for working two shifts in a row that week.

He also was lean, but barely any muscle, but girls still gave him those, "I'll totally date him" looks whenever he was in very public areas, and he was 6.2 in height, not a very imposing stature, but he could almost be as tall as his father if he grew a bit more. He pulled on his loose looking black pants and grey t-shirt, after taking off his uniform, tied up his black runners, and pulled on his black and white coat and started toward the door. As he passed an aisle something caught the corner of his eye, he turned his head and noticed something in the center of the floor, he was actually surprised he overlooked something. He walked over to it and picked it up, in his hand was a pin that should belong on a backpack, depicted on the pin was a white cloud with a rainbow lightning bolt on a cyan background, written in red below the mark in flashy lettering was, "Team Rainbow Dash".

Martin just shook his head as he pocketed the pin, he had no idea what it meant or who it belonged to but he wasn't going to let it sit in the middle of the floor and get yelled at by his boss for missing it. He then shut off the lights and locked the door as he began to walk his usual route home, as he walked in silence, he began to reflect on how he got where he was in his life. His high school years went by without consequence, looking for a job wasn't to difficult either, but all that time he always thought he had a higher calling, a destiny that the universe hadn't revealed to him yet, little did he know he wasn't far off the mark. Martin soon stopped at the mouth of an alley for a second, then started walking down it, he always cut through this alley to get home faster and knew all its features, except tonight he noticed something different. Near the center of the alley was an open door leading into a dimly lit hallway that seemed to not end.

Martin looked in and called out, "hello?, um, you left your door open". He thought it would be better to see if anyone was home, so he started walking in silence, literally, there was no sound when he entered the hallway it was almost like it sucked the sound out of the air. As he went deeper a strange smell drifted into the air, he couldn't quite place it, but it smelled familiar, before he could focus on it he smacked into an old fashioned wooden door, "ow, what the hell?", he examined the door closely and saw that the door should've belonged in an old fashioned castle, it was made out of some sort of wood and had an old fashioned brass knob. Martin instinctively took the knob in his hand, and a click was heard the second he touched it, what happened next could only be described as cosmic, every single crease on the door lit up with light which continued to glow brighter and brighter until Martin was blinded, he then felt himself falling and then hitting the ground hard.

As Martin lay on the ground, his mind was kicking into overdrive at what just transpired, even he knew doors can't to what that one had done. Then there was the fact that a random hallway that was never there before suddenly thrust into existence the same night he worked later than usual, a coincidence, or cosmic intervention? Martin couldn't wrap his head around the fact even if he tried, it was all way to confusing and unlikely. The way the door lit up was like that one Neo opened leading to the Architect in the second Matrix movie, it was just too weird. But the one thing he was trying to think of was this, how did the hallway appear, WHEN did it appear, what was that door and what did it do to him, but most importantly, who made them? Those thoughts aside, he had to focus on the current predicament like what happened to him, a few seconds ago he smelt a strange yet familiar scent and the smell of an alley, but now he was smelling clean air mixed with various other smells that were fresh grass and flowers, and some other ones he couldn't place. He soon opened his eyes, praying he could still see, his eyes still worked but all he could see was spots, almost like an army of paparazzi snapped their cameras in his face.

The spots slowly cleared as he surveyed his surroundings, it looked like he was in a clearing of a forest. He looked behind him and above, it was daylight, and it seemed he had been lying on a large patch of grass with the occasional flower; the flowers had been completely untouched from his landing, which surprised him since he felt the hard impact. Coming to this realization, he immediately stood and checked himself over, there was a bruise starting to develop on his shoulder from the landing and aside from some very minor joint pain he was fine. He settled on heading out of the forest, he did not intend to be Old Martin the creepy forest hermit, plus if there was some locals nearby he could ask for some help. After a good half hour of walking he crested a hill and notices two things, the first thing was the fact that there indeed was a town off in the distance and he was standing a few good feet away from what looked like a forest composed of apple trees, and two he could just barely make out a castle like are built near, or possibly in a mountain.

All these facts and ALL these other factors finally got to him in the form of him simply yelling four words, "HOLY FLYING CRAP BALLS!!!!"





Hello there my fellow writers and readers, this giant space is here for some reason, I have no clue why, so I apologize, also, get ready for Chapter One: Ponies that talk!?, when Martin makes first contact and freaks out accordingly, see you then".

Next Chapter: Chapter 1: Ponies That Talk!? Estimated time remaining: 2 Hours, 26 Minutes
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