B O R I N G….
That is the first word that comes to my mind, if I had to describe my life. A dull continual life with no real challenges or excitements. Not even some hassle with bullying. They were a problem in the past but I helped them once against a teacher, who wanted them to drop out of this school. Well it turned out that they are grateful enough to ignore me up till now.
There are no other challenges, because my IQ is apparently so high that everything is easy for me… well but skipping grades was never an option for me since I still like my friends here. Maybe I could do some sport activities but I am not really the most buff person. I hate sweating.

Well enough about this, my name is Robert. Robert Walt Siris… yes I know that name sounds funny; don´t judge … 13 years old, around 5 feet tall, brown wild hair (which is a real pain in the ass), gold eyes and a sluggish build and currently in the sixth grade. My family works as a bunch of farmer in the outskirts of Philadelphia and that should sum it all up.

I am in class at the moment, mathematics to be precise, and we do something but I don´t know what exactly. Didn’t pay much attention let me look it up. Yes basic break counting. Damn it is still two hours before the final gong comes.

I sigh quietly and look through the window of the classroom. It is June and the weather is rather nice with singing birds, sunshine and blooming flowers. So many different colors and I am lost in the sight again while staring out of the window. It calms my inner disturbance for a short moment of peace, while I wish that class would end soon.

I blink once only to be shocked for a second. My beautiful sight of the different colors is gone and is replaced with an even more astonishing display. It is the view of a peaceful and quite area, with a high mountain, green plains and a small village. The colors, well how do I describe it, are more pure. Like you discard every stain from a point and you get the raw color. I blink again… I am back in my classroom again.

The teacher is still talking, the class is listening to him, the birds are singing and it seems like nothing ever happened. Looking at my surrounding for some proof that this just happened reveals that nobody is acting strange. They all stare dumb at the teacher, like he reinvented the wheel. What was that? Did I fall asleep for a second? Well that would be the most common answer to this.
After a deep breath I feel my tension fade away and I shake my head, paying it no more thoughts about it.

Silly me... falling asleep in class.

The rest of the day was, hey you guessed right, depressingly uneventful. Right now I am sitting in the school bus on my way back home. Beside me are some of my other classmates, muttering about homework and upcoming tests. I pay little to no attention to them.
The scenery in front of the window changes little by little, from city to urban and lastly to countryside stile. There are some forests and farms here and there but mostly wasteland.
My fellow passengers are leaving one by one, some of them waving me goodbye, other say “see you tomorrow” and I answer everyone halfhearted. What a boring life.

The last stop is near my little home, a farm, including three buildings. These are a big stable, a small garage for the equipment and a house where we live.

That is my mom Kelly, 44 years old loving mother with great cooking skills and a heart as vast as the ocean. My dad, William, 46 years old and a stubborn, serious but caring father. Was in his early days a champ in some sport competitions… was also there that he met mom, who worked as a nurse. Lastly there is my little sister Rachel, little rascal who is 4 years old and can be as mischievous as a piranha. At some point she is calm and cuddly but when you do something she doesn’t want… well she would literally eat you with all hair and bones if she could.

All in all you could call that a normal family.
My dad settled as a farmer after some kind of nasty accident with his motorcycle and mom was stuck to him like glued hay. Currently we house two horses, one pony and four cows. In the backyard are a bunch of chickens and our dog Joker. That dog was bought by my dad as a guard dog, but this lazy meat would rather lick the palm of a thief then to defend our home. Still he was fun to play with… if he gets his sleepy body of a shepherd up.

I thank the bus driver and exit the car only to hear a high pitched squeal.
“ROBBYYYYYY”
Oh boy, that voice can bring delight... or doom. I look up to see Rachel rushing to me. Her golden hair is flying behind her and her red and pink dress is fluttering in the air. Right after the reaches me she jumps at me with a wide grin. With enough reflexes I catch her and spin two times around with her in my arms. The giggling and laughing of her voice brings a smile to my face.

“Hey there, butterfly. Did you miss me?” I look at her face, trying to hold my balance, while carrying her. “Uh hu, dad is in the city. I guess buying supplies and gambling a little.” I raise an eyebrow; the gamble problem of my father was up till now in acceptable ranges, but mother hates it and hit him more than once with the broom.

“Does mother know about it?”
As an answer I get the ‘are you serious?’-look.
“Ok ok, I get it. Well then we better watch our words. Don’t want that dinner is canceled again because of mom chasing dad through the garden.”

That gets a little chuckle from Rachel and I drop her to the ground.
“So let me guess, you were bored and would like me to play with you?”
I just hit dead on because there is the biggest smile on Rachel´s face she can muster.

“Pleeeeeeaaase, big bro.”
Oh oh. Here come the puppy eyes. They always gets me good, not that I minded. Like I said before, the homework of today was already finished… and I did it beforehand… months ago.

“Why not sis. So do you have any wishes? We could tend the animals and have a little fun with the lazy bum in the backyard. Playing some games indoor or outdoor are also a possible solution.”

Rachel thinks hard about it. You could almost hear the gears work in her head.
After a minute she looks up to me.

“Could we also do some hiding?”

“Sure, but do we restrict the allowed area? Last time we did this without restriction you, dear sister of mine, went out into the woods and we both were in big trouble afterwards. Aaaand you tore your dress apart. Mom was furious for a week.”

Rachel gives me a serious and little sad face and looks quite displeased.

“Well we didn’t have any restrictions and I wanted to win for once… and in a matter of facts… I WON that time.”

That makes me laugh and I hold both hands up in a defensive motion.

“But you are right… how about just the house?”
Giving a nod in agreement and everything is settled.
“Ok sweetie. You go and hide. I will greet mother meanwhile. Is she at the stables like usual?”

“Yeeeesss….” is all I get, while she rushed into the building. A small cloud of dust is all that remains before me.

I whistle a little melody on my way to the stables. I cannot recall the source of the music, but it is stuck to my mind. Upon reaching my destiny I see mother with one of the horses. She is refilling the hay and I think she hums the same song I did moments ago… What is the name again, damn it!

“Hey, dear you are back. How was your day,” she says while not turning around.

“B O R I N G … Like every day mom.” I roll my eyes, this is getting a habit. The next question should be ….
“And no, I had no problems with any bullies.”

Mom laughs and turns around. Her brown hair is hold in place with a little rubber band and her blue eyes are watching me intensely. Her face is … Well how do you describe your own mom… beautiful that is for sure. She wears her old blue trousers with suspenders and a white shirt. The feet of my mom are in big brown muddy boots… does she ever clean those?

“You know what? You are too smart for your own good,” she says this while flicking a finger against my forehead.

“Nah, because of this I can spend more time with little Rachel now. She is already hiding in the house and I am about to play with her… just wanted to say ‘hi’ to my beloved mother first”
After a quick kiss on the cheek I rush into the house.

Our house is a two story house in country style. Who would have guessed, right? A living room, a kitchen, restroom and storage room on the first story. And our own rooms are on the second floor. We also have an attic, which is kind of spooky at night. I was there once at night. Nearly shit my pants at the smallest sounds, was part of a ‘dare you’ challenge with friends at a sleepover.

“So… where did my Rachel go… my Rachel went far away?”

It was a little kid song, my grandma used to sing, while playing with us.
But seriously this is going to be easy; I know every possible hiding spot in the house and also which Rachel favors the most.

Cupboard … To hot for today. Behind the curtains… Probably not since that was her last one and she was pretty sad that I found her quickly.

I build a small graphic in my head, like a scribble of the house. One after one I eliminate the areas. Up to the point where her only hiding spot is under the bed of our parents. Slowly I work my way up to the destined room and open the door.

Was that a gasp? Well that will be easy… no harm done in having a little bit of fun.

“Uh I smell her; I want her… and when I find her… I am gonna make stew out of her.”
Got her every time… am I to mean? But the result is what I anticipated, because I hear a little rustling under the bed. With the same melody like before … why is it stuck in my head… I make my way to my little sister.

“Hm… I was sure she would be here,” I muttered aloud to myself and sit down on the bed.
I fake a small sniff, if I am crying. “Well maybe she wins this time….”
Then I drop to the floor and shout, “or not! I will find you wherever you are!”
And I was right, under the bed, with big eyes was my dear little sister.

“Nooo, BROTHER… HOW DO YOU DO THIS?”

I reach down and pull her from under the bed and hug her tightly.
“You know that I would never lose you, I would even find you at the end of the world!”
She giggles and give me a light hit with her tiny fists.

“Your turn. … I wait here and you hide. I count to … ten … six times.”
“And the result is?”
“… uhm…. 60?”
I pet her head, “smart girl.”

As I close the door I hear her start counting. So where do I hide this time? I think hard about the question and look around. Maybe my own room, there are a few good ones…

That thought was never finished. Because when I blink I see once again my scenery being switched. It is the beautiful area with the bright colors and the beautiful landscape. For a moment I just stand there and look it, without blinking. This time I can absorb more of it. There is a forest behind the village, also a lot of apple trees in the other area. I could also swear that there was a castle at the side of the mountain. The clouds are slowly drifting at the heaven and… wait is that cloud moving faster than the other? Is there a pair of… wings, stuck through the edges of the cloud?

There is a small gust of wind and I have to blink. I stand where I was before. Right in front the door of my parents’ bedroom, with Rachel still counting inside.

What in the name of the heavens is going on? Once in classes is reasonable … but twice … and even on the same day, while I stand around… that is not a normal thing.

Shaking my head to get my focus back on the tracks, I walk without a real goal around.
After a few seconds I reach the front of the stairs to the attic and I slowly work my way up. This should be a good hiding spot; Rachel hates the attic and will probably not search here.

Upon reaching the attic I look around. Loads of dusty equipment and furniture is here. Also some cartons with … well what you store at the attic. Old kid pictures, some photos and such. Webs are nearly everywhere; giving the whole area a creepy mood. Slowly I make my way to the back of the room. If my memory is right then is there a closet… ah yes there is.
Opening it with a screech reveals the inside. More webs… more dust… more old broken things. Well but what did I expect?

I sit on one of the boxes and look at the ceiling while humming the same melody again… This is getting on my nerves. Where did I hear that? It is a slow song with some deep tones… Like something you would hear on a night with many stars on the firmament.
Whatever, I will ask mom later… and what was the deal with these fucked up visions?
Am I going crazy here? I definitely saw a gorgeous scenery… twice… on the same day!

My thoughts wander around. I try to remember everything about psychology that I know… Yes I got my hands on some of these when I stayed in the school library and it was pretty interesting for me.

Ok … I saw something that wasn’t there… so a hallucination… illusions require that there is something and my mind reads it wrong. What illnesses bring hallucination… stress… depressions… drugs… no, I don’t have any of these. Maybe my brain is damaged? But I didn’t have any hard smacks at my head recently… maybe blood pressure in the artery?
For gods love … I can´t make any diagnostics with this lack of information.

As I sit there and hum the melody I can make out a small blue glimmer in the corner of my eyesight. That got my attention. The source of the light was… from beyond the wall? What the heck? Was a cable loose? No, there is no sparkle sound or anything similar. I stop humming and go to the light only to witness that it fades away. … Is someone pranking me? My curiosity was on maximum. I start humming again and god is my witness there is the light again. The source is behind the wooden planks; now that is getting interesting. After kicking a few times against the wall I realize how futile my work is.

Wasn’t there a crowbar in the attic?

Not paying any more attention that I was currently playing hide and seek with my sister. I search frantically for the desired equipment and was right, again, there it is. At the top of a mountain of old cartons and dusty furniture. Quickly I rush to the top, minding my footing. There is a small avalanche after I stepped on the wrong place. Luckily I reach the top safely and pull at it with might … oh no. That little thing was holding up some other things. What the hell is a lawn mower doing up here?!

The whole mountain was collapsing in a mind blowing speed; unfortunately since I am on it.
Ok, think smart. Rush down… to slow. Hold your ground… funny, it is collapsing, dumbass. Ride something down… mad genius, but what? I spot an old sled … There it was, missed that old thing for god knows how long. Taking a leap of face and dropping with my stomach on it.

The additional force of my landing was enough to send it on its ride. And boy oh boy was that a ride. To describe it would be quite a challenge. It is like surfing, with obstacles. But the real problem is where my ride leads to. Right into the wall of the closet and me and my sled crashes right through it. Closing my eyes and defending my head with my arms are the best ideas that I have.

After a few seconds the crumbling sound dies down and everything goes quite.
Slowly I open my eyes; to see… nothing… it was dark as a starless night.

“Ok… stupid old jacket... be gone!”

And the light is back, so far so good. What about my surroundings? Closet walls… broken, sled… broken, my body… not. Yay, luck on my side. Maybe it wasn’t the best solution but at least I gained my wanted result.

So, where is that shiny thing from before?

There is not enough light to illuminate the whole area. That means that I will have to… sing… hum again? Worth a try, I guess. Again I try the melody, which is still stuck to my brain like a fly in a web… and there it is. The blue shining increases in strength and the dark attic is bathed in the blue light. The source is right in front of me, but the light is too bright to see what it is. I grab the object without further thinking. What my hands feel is a smooth cold stone… maybe glass.

“Well then let us see what you are,” I say to the object and stop the melody.

It takes a short time for my eyes to readjust to the darker light of the attic but right there in my hands is a stone ball. The whole thing is as big as a bowling ball, with blue, black and yellow colors which are swirling around.

“All that crap for this… whatever THIS is?” Not really happy about the results. The weight is unusual, it is light as a feather… almost like a cloud… ok clouds have no real weight, but I hope you get what I mean.

Holding it in front of me, I shake it a little bit… only to realize that the colors shift inside.
Oh this is getting interesting. Shaking it as rapidly makes the colors swirl around. They rebuild themselves and a pattern is building up. There is a gorgeous night sky, with stars and crescent moons. It is mesmerizing and soon I feel myself lost in the picture. IS it still moving? No, this is the real design of the ball, I know it somehow.

“FOUND YOU!”

I scream in shock and jump to the front, dropping the ball in the process.
“J-JESUS, RACKEL! You scared the crap out of me,” I shout at her. Where is the ball… Ah there it is, landed on a box. Before I can reach it the ball drops from the box and hit the ground. Then a loud noise came from the ball… It is like a bunch of bells. The jingle is high pitched and sounds like something from a Christmas tree. But the good part ended when the ball explodes in a cloud of blue smoke and yellow stars. The smoke starts spinning around and then rises to the ceiling, where the vortex takes the form of a twister.

“Robert… what is this? I am scared,” Rachel says while holding onto me for dear life and I pet her head.

“Everything is ok, butterfly. Stay close to me,” reassuring her.

Slowly we make our way to the stairs but the swirling cloud reacts to it. The spinning got more aggressive and there is now the sound of fluttering cloths. What to do, I have to defend Rachel against… god knows what THIS is.
…
Maybe it wants just me?

Very carefully I push Rachel to the side… with no reaction from the cloud.
“Ok Rachel, you have to trust your big bro,” she looks up to me with big teary eyes, „you have to run to the stairs. When you reach them open the door and wait for me. I will rush to you. This thing wants me, well… I don’t know why. Maybe I pissed ‘it’ off.”

Rachel gives me a small nod with a scared face and let go of me. She runs to the door and does as I told her. Standing beside the door and waiting for me. Taking a last breath and looking up to the cloud. My cloudy Predator is still spinning around observing my movements… probably.

“Catch me if you can, dumb fart!”

And I start running. As soon as I start my sprint it reacts as predicted. The sound from it increases, the spinning is more rapid … AND it begins to chase after me!

“Oh snap,” is the last thing I can say. My eyes are set on Rachel, the goal in reach. Come on, Robert you can do it, is my only thought and I plead to everything that came to my mind. I am at the last nine feet before the safety. My hands reach for Rachel… only to be stopped just inches before her. There is the feeling as if something is grabbing me. The smoke engulfs my arm as I watch in horror. Then a strong jerk and I am being dragged up into the air.

“ROBBYYY,” screams my sister, with a horrified look.

Jesus Christ, am I going to die? I am in a state of shock. The smoke is like hot air… really hot air. My skin is melting… that is how it feels. Soon I realize that the smoke is getting mass. Now it is like an army of ants on the skin and they are BITING. This impression is so aching that I cannot help but scream in pain, agony and fear. Just after a few seconds of pain it is gone. The smoke concentrates around my body and the form of a cape is formed. Also there is something on my head but I can´t look at it for the moment.

To be precise, I am still airborne around the ceiling. Surprisingly the hold on my body fades and I drop to the ground, hitting the floor hard and falling to my knees.

“Urg… bull crap. Rachel… are you ok?”

The only answer is some whimpering from the door. As I look up I can see her, standing in the doorway, clutching it as if her life depends on it.

“Hey… I think it is… over. ...What the hell?”

When I observe my body I see that I am clothed in some weird wizard cape. It is dark blue with yellow stars and crescent moons which resembles the figures on the ball from before. There are also some bells around the end of it. The clothing is quite light … It feels more like hot pulsating air. It is also a perfect fit to my body, as it was custom made for my body size.
I try to scratch my head, only to realize that there was a hat to the whole outfit. After pulling it down of my head I hold it in my hands. The hat looks like something for carnival, that’s for sure. The design doesn’t differ much from the cape, blue ground and yellow moons and stars and also including some bells around the edge of the hat.

“That was the weirdest craziness I ever encountered.”

Slowly I am making my way to Rachel but I get stopped in the tracks again.
Fear takes a hold of me, while I turn around, to see my cape floating like it was dragged to something. Quick reactions took hold and I try to open the cape at its clasp, but it doesn´t budge.

“Bloody hell… help me Rachel,” I scream while taking a quick look at my sister.

The little girl just stands there, terrified and shacking like crazy. Now the pulling on my cape increases, dragging me god knows where.

“NO, god no… pleases no.”

But these are the last words, escaping my mouth. From one moment to the other everything goes dark. I get a feeling like I am falling and hell I scream like a little kid.

Wind is rushing in my ears and my speed increases drastically. My body is cramping and I try to get a hold of something, waving with my arms around in hopeless plead. It feels like an eternity of falling and screaming, fear and hopelessness. Thoughts about death are a constant companion, grasping my mind like an ugly spider.

The lack of visual information made me lost track of time. How long was I falling now? Hours, minutes, I couldn’t tell. It surely could´ve also been just a few seconds. If I wouldn’t feel that was falling, I would have lost also the sense of direction. Wait a moment, is the speed decreasing?

“LET IT PLEASE BE OVER,” I scream with all my lung capacity that I can muster.
And I will be damned, it worked. Well I saw a light coming into view rapidly. There is a area of white light in some distance below me, what probably will be my destination… and my demise. Well if there would be a source of water or something else to cushion my fall then there is a slim chance of surviving. That is if my speed decreases further. Hey wait, I think that this is a gate… or door or something like that. What if it is a solid object?! Ok, don’t think like that.

My rambling thoughts can´t come to a better solution up to the moment where I slow so much down that I am literally floating above the shining circle for a moment. Finally I land, it felt solid. So hitting it with the original speed would have been … splattering experience.

“Pffffff….. ok. Now what,” I question and look around.

Expect for that solid white shining circle is nothing else around here. I go on my knees and touch the circle, which feels cold and smooth as ice. And hitting it results in a dull sound.

“Hello? Is anybody here?”

But there is no answer, no sound. Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on here? Glowing balls which transforms into a wizard outfit, only to be dragged by named clothes into a … yeah… what exactly?

I step to the edge of the circle to look if there is more ground around it. Shockingly my hands reach nothing but air. That is not good.

Surprisingly it seems that my journey isn’t finished yet. My hairs feels like electrically charged and just a second later the circle reforms itself. It begins to engulf me in shining light and to be honest; I don’t care what would happen now since I am still alive up till now. The only thought I have is that I can´t do anything against all that and whatever is happening. Endurance is now the only option at hand. A bright flash comes next, with the sound of a rolling thunder; including my mind fading.

…

I have no idea how long I was out. The first feeling is pain; my whole body aches like it had been shattered and then repaired … poorly. Under me I sense that I lie on dirt, the air smells fresh, there is also the feeling of sunshine on my body… and there is mumbling.
Trying to open my eyes ended up with being blended by the sun. My hands shoot up to my face, covering my eyes and blinking rapidly to readjust my eyesight.

“Urgh… hello? I could really need some help here,” I groan and try to stand up; what I luckily succeed in. My stand was by far save; feels more like I was on a ship, but at least I stand… for the moment. Still without vision I get my answer.

“Oh hello there… uhm … are you, whatever you are, alright,” someone speaks to me; a woman that is for sure and probably an adult. But what did she mean with ‘what am I’?

“Yes, mam I am. Excuse me, what do you mean with ‘whatever am I’?”

Still being blind I start blinking rapidly including rubbing my eyes. Slowly but certainly I regain my eyesight.

"Well, I have absolutely no clue what you may be?”

“I am as human as…,” I stop midsentence because what I am seeing before me was NOT a human. Standing before me is a pony with two toned blue mane and darker blue for the coat and a freaking horn atop. She also wears something similar to me, namely a wizard cape and matching hat. The ground color is a dark purple and has some blue and yellow ornaments on it, like stars in different shapes and her cape has a diamond for a clasp.

She is a little bit smaller than me, standing in front of a crowd of ponies. They are as colorful as can be. Each one has a different color setting and pattern. Wait, do they have tattoos on their rumps?! Some have horns, other wings and some lack both but looked a little bulkier. And wait did it… or she… just talk to me? I can´t move or say anything for a few moments, just blinking in fast pace.

Am I going insane?

“Oh you look pale. Don´t you feel well,” says the pony… unicorn… in front of me while tilting her head a little with a look of concern.

Ok I correct myself I already am insane.

“STAY AWAY I SWEAR I WONT DO ANY HARM,” I scream while holding both hands in front of me defensively. Best solution in this situation is to look as harmless as possible. Insane or not I have no clue if these ponies are all in all friendly or will hunt me for what I am.

As I hold my arms in front of me something weird happens … yes I am in a wizard outfit, what came out of a ball, I was dragged through some sort of space only to be here with talking ponies, non then less pegasus and unicorns… and yet something more weird happens. My wizard costume begins to glow in light blue and there is some kind of electric spark coming from each star. A ball of low glowing light is forming itself in front of me, stretching itself in length and form. Now it looks like some kind of long staff and out of reflex I grab it.

The staff feels solid and like wood and I was right. Because after the glow dimmed it reveals a long staff, nearly half my size. The form is straight from the bottom to the middle and snail shape at the top around a black pearl in the center. Strangely there are no signs of being carved; the surface was smooth as glass without any irregularities. It´s color is a dark deep brown with some brighter tones here and there.

Moments later, after I was past the shock that I just created a staff out of thin air, I hold the staff in front of me. I decided to point the tip of the rod at the blue unicorn in front of me.

So now what? I have no clue where I am, what these ponies are and how I created mass out of nothing. Damn it. This isn´t looking to good; at least these ponies don´t look hostile enough to attack me… for the moment.

The unicorn makes two steps to my direction.
“No need to be so scarred, dear. We just want to help you.”

“Please stay away!” Is my only answer, waving with the tip of my step around.

The staff starts to get hot and vibrate a little, including a yellowish glow at the tip. I can just look in disbelieve as a freaking light beam shots from it at the pony in front of me. It pierces right through her mane; leaving a smoking hole bigger then my fist.

Everyone is silent; just standing around with faces of disbelief and shock. The smell of burned hair is in the air and there are some low crackling sound. Very turns the unicorn her head, looking at her ruined mane. Her face switches from awe to anger.
Well so much for the ‘not screwing up’-plan.

“Uhm, sorry Miss. That was totally by accident…. Please believe me. See the good point … I luckily missed your head.”
That was my excuse? Inexperience? Well technically; I have no clue what I just did.

“Oh my friend… it is certainly great that you missed my head…”
Phew, I am lucky.
“… because now I can rip your head off.”
Ok cancel that ‘lucky’.

Her expression is furious and she is now out for hunt. So I do the smartest thing … I take my leave! Sprinting through a gap in the circle of ponies; holding my hat in place with one hand. My staff is in my other holding it over my shoulder.

Running is my only option. But where do I go! This village looks… Does it look like the village from my “visions”? No time to check that out. Is she even follo…

“COME BACK HERE YOU CRUDE VERMIN! I WILL TEACH YOU A LESSON ABOUT THE HAIR OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE!”

Yep, furious unicorn right on my track. I am a goner if she succeeds in catching me but it seems that she stumbled across her own legs… hoof… a few times. Depending on that would be not so smart so I better find somewhere to hide.

My rapid escape leads me to … well who would have guessed… a dead end. Two tall buildings on both sides, with no doors or open windows and a huge stonewall in front of me. That wouldn’t be so bad, if there wasn´t a predator behind me.

“Look at the silly rat in a nasty trap.”

I shudder when I hear that tone and turn around. Standing with hoof spread is she. An eerie feeling around her, her eyes fixed on me. That is definitely not looking good.

“Miss, I said I am sorry. Please…” I beg with pleading eyes, looking as innocent as I can.

Think… think… think. What can I do? There is nowhere else to go. Reasoning with her… no, doesn’t look like it will work. Dash around her… too slim chances. Charge her... no, I have no attack power… wait a second I have a freaking mage staff… or something like that.

“Oh you will be sorry, that´s for sure.” She says sulkily while approaching me.

Turning on my heels I run towards the wall. If I have a beam… maybe I can burn a hole into the wall and make me an exit.

“WHERE do you think you are going? There is no other way out.”

Holding the staff in front of me and swinging it rapidly in the hope to get the desired effect. And fortunately there is the vibrating and glowing. It was white this time and it increase in range. I am fully wrapped inside it and while I am running in one moment on the ground, I am flying in the next one.

“What the hell?” I scream while gaining on height. This is crazy, one moment it shoots laser and in the next it sends me flying? What do I do now? Maaaaybe I can fly over the wall if I get high enough, but first I have to understand how this works.

Well I am scared to death right now, since I am high above the ground. But it feels awesome at the same time. I feel free, unbound and like the king of the skies. My cape flutters behind me and the soothing sound of the bells from my outfit are a great addition. It would be perfect if there isn’t a clamoring angry… and burnt unicorn behind me.

“Oh, no. You dare to escape the powerful Trixie? I will teach you some!”

I look behind me and see that her horn is glowing blue. She focuses me with her eyes and I get a tingling feeling in my body. She is up to something, but I cannot tell what this ‘something’ is. But it looks like I don’t have to wait long to satisfy my urge for an answer. Around my white “energy” bubble is another now. A pinkish one and I am not moving anymore. She got me and I don’t like that.

“Stay,” she declares in a demanding tone, just if I am a dog. “You will take your punishment for my lovely hair you ruined in your rude behavior. You ruffian.”

I am starting to panic. This pony right there is nuts and out for blood. My blood to be precise.
“I already said I am sorry. What else can I do? Please forgive me.”

But she is just smiling evilly and coming at me.

Maybe I can scare her off with something from this mad staff in my hand? Desperately waving my only object of defense; trying to get it to work once more while I struggle against the invisible force holding me. This is bad. The unicorn gets closer every second, I am floating in midair and my “weapon” declares that it doesn’t want to.

She is now standing a few feet away and a few below me; looking up at me with that evil grin, which give me goose bumps. Sweat is dripping of my forehead, my heart is on rapid fire mode and my muscles ache.

“So, what will I do first with you now? Maybe I rip out hair for hair. Hm….”

God no! I make a circled swing with my staff and finally the thing decides to cast again. The damn stick glows purple this time, not that I care. The force stretches out from the staff and pushes at the other forces up till they burst like a mirror.

“HA, it …!”
Again I switch area, this time with a sound like some bubble exploded. The scenery goes from the alley to … midair. I am way above the village and my body rushes from my starting point like I was thrown. Well now I know how a ball feels like when it is tossed by a human.
My air route is leading at the biggest “building” in the village. A huge crystalized tree, that almost looked like some kind of castle… ah and if that wasn’t weird enough… it was also in a light purple color.

“NOOOOOOO,” I scream in fear and panic while my destination is most likely being splattered at the walls of that castle-tree-thingy. Ok, that is it. My death is like a stupid fly on a windshield on a highway. There are in fact windows around the castle, but the chances to hit one are severely low. My efforts to wave with my hands and readjust my course are not granted with much success. In resignation I close my eyes, hoping for a quick end on this strange day. The only sound I hear is the wind in my ears and the pounding of my poor heart. The knowledge to be dead in a few moments is sedative. I can literally hear the sound of bells of heaven… wait these are the bells of my cape. Crazy wizard outfit did nothing but misfortune today… oh my god I am dumb I have a magically staff that I used moments ago! I open my eyes quickly and readjusting my staff, which I still grasp tightly in my hands.

“Aw… shit!”

Unfortunately my panic wasted too much time and I am not far away from the crystal building. But it looks like I am heading for a window and I break right through it moments later.

*CRASH*
I sail through it, holding my arms around my head to protect it. Some shards pierce through my skin and it hurts like hell. But not as much as when I hit something else with an ‘Umpf’.
The cushioning thing would feel wonderful, if it wasn’t for the speed I currently have. Together with the other thing I tumble through the air and crashing into a bookshelf. My flight is in fact stopped but the whole damn shelf drops an avalanche of books, burying me completely.

“Urgh… what a ride. And I am still alive, oh wonder. God may be blessed again.”
I mumble while struggling to get out of the mountain of books.

As I get out of the book trap I check my body. Some cuts and I will feel that landing tomorrow, but I will alive. My hat is still with me, but my staff is nowhere to be seen, stupid thing didn’t work that well that I am sorry for it. Now I can finally see my surroundings again. It was in fact some kind of library with hundreds of books. The room was a circle with some pillars and a chandelier in the center above. The walls were in the same color and also crystal like the outer wall, which I nearly became my demise.

Suddenly I remember that something cushioned my landing and that something said ‘Umpf’!
I turn around and look at the heap of books. It is in fact starting to move! Something or someone is going to come out of it. Pretty much sure, not very pleased. Franticly looking around for a hiding spot, only to remember that all shelves are around the wall, so... no hiding spots. My only way out of this misery is the door, for which I take a run.

“Urgh… what was that?”

I freeze on the spot and turn my head to sound. It came right from the position of the hill of books. It may be a little bit attenuated but I am sure that someone is going to be pissed. There is now a purple glow around the books and they all lift up into the air at the same time. I gasp as I see a pony standing there, with wings and a horn. Her fur is a light purple while her darker mane has one pinkish streak. She looks quite intimidating with all the books flying around her like it was nothing. She groans and lifts herself groggily to her feet… hoof, looking around. She spots me and her maw is hung open and her expression is shock.

That is in fact the perfect time to resume my leaving while she regains her composure. I pick up speed and am about to reach the doors when they suddenly fly open showing six ponies in front of me.

Neither of us moves a muscle, only staring at each other in awkward silence. They all have different colors, but I don’t bother to take note of everyone, because one in the back was in fact the unicorn from before.

“THERE YOU ARE. You ruffian,” she shouts and glares at me.

Sinking to my knees, I burrow my face in my hands and start crying. This whole ordeal was just too much.
Being forced into some wizard outfit, dragged through a creepy dark space, getting spit out in some strange world with some speaking ponies, hunted by one… ok I attacked one by mistake… tossed through the air and sailing right through a window… I cannot take anymore.

“Oh god. Please let it end,” I cry,” let it just be some weird dream and wake me up. I had enough, please.”

Tears are rushing down my face dripping on the floor. My body shakes rapidly and I sob heavily, I don’t care anymore. Shall these animals do with me what they like; there is no way I can do anything about it anymore.

Surprisingly there is no ‘strangled to death’ or ‘eaten alive’. There are no other sounds except for my crying. After some long moments I feel a soft hoof on both sides of my shoulders and I am dragged into a soft soothing hug. I see the face of a yellow pegasus with pink hair, smiling down at me while making a sad face.

“Hush now. Little one. Everything will be just fine,” she says while rocking back and forth.
“It is normal to get scared. But be assure there is nobody going to hurt you… and I mean NOBODY.”
The pegasus glances behind her and glare shortly at the angry blue unicorn.

This little moment of affection was enough to send me into another wave of crying and sobbing. I clutch the friendly animal in front of me for dear life’s sake, like she was the only anchor in this storm of confusing things.

“I am so scared. Where the hell is this place? A land of talking ponies… this has to be some weird dream. Please tell me this is just the doing of my mind!”

“Oh dear, I can swear this is no dream. You are in Equestria.”

Author's Notes:

So this is it. My first storychapter of a new story. I have high hopes to improve myself quickly. May it be my story, writing style or other parts.
Share your thoughts in the comments and tell me what you like or dislike.