The alarm clock rang repeatedly on the stand next to Quentin's bed. He rolled lazily to face the clock and groaned. It was eight o'clock in the morning, which meant he had classes today. He reached over to the stand and turned off the alarm. He yawned as he reluctantly flung the covers off himself and swung his feet over the side. Quentin was a dark skinned young man of twenty years old. He had black dread locks that went back and down stopping just over his neck as well as deep brown eyes. He stood to about six foot two and though he had a slight belly, he was of average body type. Around his neck was a silver chain that went down and stopped just over his chest with a rectangular, golden brown pendant that could fit in one's hand.

Quentin yawned again as he scratched his head and stretched.

"So don't feel like going to school today,'' He muttered irritably, getting up.

"9:00 is still too early for math for me.''

Quentin dragged himself to his bathroom and did his personal hygiene and got dressed. By the time he was done, it was 8:30. Normally Quentin would be flying out the door, but seeing that this was the last day of the semister, he couldn't care less. He fixed himself a waffle and with backpack in toe, Quentin headed out of his apartment.

He quickly made his way to the bus stop three blocks away from his complex where he made it just in time and hopped on, paying the bus fare. After Quentin found a seat on the bus, he put on his earphones and started to listen to the songs on the playlist of his ipod. They were mostly show tunes from musicals on the count of he was interested in theatre. Quentin would often sing along to the songs with his nice, bass-baritone voice, a voice he hopes that will take him to Broadway someday.

It took about 20 minutes to get to the college.

"Damn it, there just had to be an traffic accident today!'' Quentin cursed as he hopped off the bus.

Quentin was ten minutes late, and for an exam no less. What's worst was that the bus stop was a good ways away from the building that he needed to go to. As quickly as he could, Quentin made his way across a few parking lots and to the building where his class was to take his math exam to which he knew he'd probably fail. Quentin had only three classes, and all of them were only fifty minutes so the day came and went pretty quickly.

It was about noon until Quentin was finally was done for the day. He left his last class early before it could let out, but no one hardly noticed or even cared. In fact, he had little to no friends at the college where he was attending. Though he would occasionally talk to a person or two, for the most part he was a loner, something that Quentin didn't mind nor really cared much about.

Last day of school in college wasn't like in high school where people be crying and what not, which Quentin didn't understand especially if they're going to see each other again the next semester.

"Well another semester down,'' Quentin sighed as he headed to the bus stop.

It wasn't even ten minutes when Quentin heard the sound of the city bus coming and the bus stopped in front of the bus stop, opened the doors, and Quentin hopped on. Not really wanting to go home yet, Quentin decided to head to the youth center he had been going to for years now to get a bit of exercise. After about fifteen minutes, Quentin arrived at the center and made his way in. It wasn't long before his changed out if his clothes and into some white loose pants, a black T-shirt, and wrapped a brown, sash like belt around his waist as he headed to his karate class. For the next hour or so, Quentin went through numerous exercises, forms, and sparring with the rest of the class. He had been doing karate for a good seven years now and was able to obtain his current belt, something he was especially proud of. After the martial arts instructor bowed and released the class for the day, Quentin gathered his belongings and headed to the bus stop.

Nothing of any significance happened during his journey home and finally the bus pulled up to its destination and Quentin got off hurriedly to his apartment complex. Quentin made his way up the stairs and to his apartment, but before he could unlock his door, a shrill, woman's voice screamed out his name.

"WILLIAMS!''

Quentin tensed his body up and gritted his teeth. He knew what that voice was and quite frankly, he wasn't up to dealing with it today. Quentin reluctantly turned around to see his landlord Miss. Gloria hurriedly coming up the stairs towards him. Miss Gloria was a short, skinning woman in her fifties. She had short, brown hair, wore glasses, and had a simple outfit on of black pants, blue shirt, and black shoes. Everyone in the complex tried their very best to avoid her at all costs.

Quentin did his best to hide his discontent of seeing her and forced a smile as he greeted meekly

"O-Oh hi Miss Glori-''

"Don't 'hi' me Williams!'' Miss Gloria rudely cut in.

"You're late on your rent…AGAIN!''

Quentin sort of winced at the remark. He knew this was probably coming, so he answered honestly.

"I'm sorry Miss Gloria. I've just been having a pretty bad month. I had other bills to pay and plus I needed to make a payment on my classes.''

Miss Gloria rolled her eyes and shouted, "I don't give a damn about your excuses Williams! It's the last of the month and I want my rent!''

Quentin swallowed a lump in his throat as his heart began to race. He felt a sweat coming on, both of nervousness and embarrassment from her yelling, no doubt having the potential to attract unwanted attention.

"Miss Gloria, could you please lower your voice? What about the other neighbors?'' Quentin tried to reason with his boisterous landlord. Miss Gloria responded with an irritated yell.

"The neighbors are the least of your problems Williams! Every time it's the same shit with you, excuse after excuse and I'm sick of it!''

Quentin didn't answer, He just looked away shamefully as a brief silence befell on them both. Miss Gloria then sighed, apparently trying to control her anger before finally speaking with a dark tone.

"I just thought you'd be more grateful.''

Quentin looked at her with a bewildered look as she continued.

"I let you into my complex, even knowing full well of the situation you were in, even adjusted the rent for you out of the kindness of my heart. And this is how you repay me, bullshit after bullshit?''

Quentin really felt ashamed now. It was true. He desperately needed a place to stay, but with his background, no one in their right mind would give him an apartment. Quentin finally spoke softly, averting his gaze.

"I know Miss Gloria. And it's not that I'm ungrateful it's just-'' but before Quentin could finished, Miss Gloria interrupted.

"I've should've seen this coming. I should've know that I would have this problem with a poor, orphan boy!''

Quentin whipped his head at his landlord, appalled at what she just said. It wasn't long before anger bubbled up inside of him and he clutched his fists. He looked away and pinched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth at such a comment she said to him. Just before his anger could erupt, Quentin let out a breath and casted cold glare at Miss Gloria and said with a soft growl.

"You know Miss Gloria?''

"What?!'' Miss Gloria responded back forcefully with a glare, waiting for Quentin to speak.

Quentin raised a hand and opened his mouth, but he stopped himself from saying something he would surely regret and sighed.

"Nothing…it's nothing.''

"Oh well that's what you are Williams a BIG nothing! You better have my rent soon or your ass is out of here!''

With that, Miss Gloria turned and stormed down the stairs, leaving Quentin alone at the top. Quentin didn't speak, just kept his glaring eyes on his landlord as she turned the corner and out of sight. Finally, Quentin unlocked his door and went inside, closing the door with a slam. Inside, he threw his backpack on the floor and hurried to his room and once he went in, he kicked his dresser with all his might, causing a few of the contents on the surface to fall over. He plopped down on his bed, cursing his landlord.

"Freaking bitch!'' Quentin cursed under his bed, his anger boiling.

"Should've known from an orphan boy. I'm ungrateful. I am grateful…grateful for her arthritis!''

On hindsight, Quentin knew such a statement was uncalled for. He knew that it wasn't in good nature to be pleased with someone having such a condition, but right now he didn't care. What Miss Gloria said to him that was out of line. As Quentin kept fuming, he casted his gaze to the pendant that was hanging down from his neck. He took the pendant in his right hand and looked upon it with angry, hurt eyes. After a few moments have passed, Quentin pressed down on a small tab on the side and opened the pendant to reveal a picture.

The picture was of a dark skinned man and light skinned woman in a loving embrace as they smiled into the camera. The woman had golden brown, long hair that went a little passed her neck that formed slight curls at the end while the man had short black, nicely even hair and a rather charming smile. The couple was handsome to say the least and looked very happy with one another.

Quentin gazed at the picture, a slight smile forming on his face as his vision began to blur as tears formed in his eyes. Finally after moments of looking at the picture, Quentin closed the pendant and turned it to see its back. He gazed at it while ready what was written in nice, cursive writing.

Quentin re read that quote at least five times before finally a tear fell from his eyes. Quentin whipped his eyes as let the pendant hang from his neck. He got up from his bed and went out his room, and went out onto his balcony. Once outside, he saw some kids playing in the warm summer day with their parents. Quentin couldn't help but smile, happy that they had the happiness that he wasn't fortunately enough to have.

"It's nice to know they will never have to feel what I have to,'' Quentin said softly to himself with a small smile.

His fell then fell in a grimace frown. Though he had calm down and felt slighter better, he was still bitter about his conversation with Miss Gloria.

"I need to cool down a bit. A walk in the forest is what I need,'' Quentin decided.

Across from his apartment complex was a dense forest. There was an obvious pathway through it and he would take a nice walk through it from time to time. With his mind set, Quentin went back inside, put on some walking shoes, grabbed a bottle of water, and he was out of his apartment. Quentin walked down the stairs and ran across the street to the forest and went in.

Almost immediately, some of the sunlight faded due to the thickness of the forest. The path was simple, it was just a circle around the forest. It was about a 20 minute hike altogether, but Quentin took his time. He enjoyed the cool shade the forest offered. Quentin listened to the birds singing in the tress as he walked down the path, his anger and bitterness slowly creepy away as he ventured in the cool, relaxing nature.

"Aw man that feels good,'' Quentin sighed as a nice breeze blew his way. Everything was going perfectly. Quentin was midway through the path when something rustled in the bushes. He jumped slightly form the sound and whipped his head towards the direction. He stood there, like if he moved, something would just jump out and kill him

"The freak was that?'' Quentin asked himself.

He lifted his foot to take a step forward when suddenly a flash of grey bolted out of the bushes. Quentin let out a short scream, but quickly realized it was just a rabbit.

"Damn it I hate it when that happens,'' Quentin panted.

"Almost gave me a heart attack!''

Quentin was about to head off when something caught his eye. He couldn't make it out due to all the trees, and leaves.

"What...is that?'' Quentin asked softly.

It was about 100 yards away, but it looked like a structure or something. Quentin thought about just forgetting it and moving along, but his curiosity got the better of me. He swallowed his fears and took a deep breath, and he started to walk off the path and into the thicket. Quentin parted branches and leaves as he ventured through the forest. Twigs snapped under his feet as Quentin pressed onward.

"I just had to come in. I could've just leave and let it go but nooo, I was just too damned curious,'' Quentin muttered to himself as he struggled through the wood.

Quentin walked for about ten minutes, and the way got thicker. Finally, he had enough.

"That's it forget this!'' Quentin exclaimed, trying to get away from the branches.

"I have better things to do than to Rambo through these trees like-'' but Quentin stopped mid- sentence.

He had gotten through the thicket and his jaw dropped.

"Whoa,'' was the only thing he could say.

Quentin had entered a clearing in the forest. There was a large, stone circle in the middle. It seemed old on the count of moss and vines obscuring most of it. Around the circle was moss covered, decaying stone pillars that looked like they could collapse at the single touch. There were a few, large boulders about, each covered with grim and moss. Quentin stared in awe as he stepped forward.

"What is this place?'' Quentin wondered, looking around.

It was like he was in a trance. With the sunbeams shining through the trees there was something so…enchanting about this place. Quentin gazed to the west of the clearing and widened his eyes. A few feet in front of him, was some sort of stone shrine. There were two stone steps that led to a stone roofed crypt. He bravely stepped into the mysterious crypt. There was a large, stone opening in the ground before him. Quentin scrunched up his face at the structure. He didn't know whether it was a well or what. Quentin looked up to the wall on the other side and did a double take at what he saw. Etched on the wall were two winged unicorns. They were flying in a circular motion, and their bodies curved along with the circular shape. Near one unicorn was a sun and near the other one would guess would be the moon. To him, the etching looked like a variation of the yin yang symbol.

Quentin tilted his head at the etching, wondering what it could mean.

"Is this place some sort of, horse worshiping site?'' Quentin suggested.

It was all so mysterious. Quentin was on the edge of the well, but he was too busy trying to figure out his whereabouts. Suddenly one of the pillars collapsed and fell to the ground in a loud crash. Quentin whipped around, but he had turned too sharply on the well's edge and began to lose his balance.

"W-Whoaaa!'' Quentin said as he flailed his arms to regain his balance, but it was too late.

With a scream, Quentin fell backwards into the deep, dark well. His screams echoed loudly as he plummeted into the well. Up outside, both the well and the stone constructs that decorated the clearing then suddenly disappeared, magical sparkles flickering until finally fading out. The light above him grew smaller and smaller until it faded into the darkness. Quentin continued to scream as he fell. Was this it? Was he really about to die?

Quentin flailed his arms as he started to fall head first. It felt like he'd been falling for hours until like a flash, he was falling through space. There were stars all around him and Quentin was falling right towards what looked like a blue, swirling galaxy full of stars. Quentin screamed louder as he quickly approached the swirling matter until he plunged head first into it.

It was like diving into water. It was like being in water. Quentin floated there aimlessly. He looked around, completely fear stricken. It was like floating in a mystical blue pool of water surrounded by stars. Quentin just floated there until a star drifted towards his face and stuck to his cheek with a slight pop feeling. He recoiled and touched his cheek, confused.

Then, countless more stars started to stick to him until Quentin was completely covered. He saw nothing but bright, white light. Finally a final star stuck to him and he immediately was whisked away at unimaginable speeds. Quentin screamed as he went sharply left, right, up, down, and loop-de-loop and back up again. Quentin sped upward and upward until he sharply fell down on something hard and everything went black.

Back in the ivory castle overlooking Canterlot, Celestia and Luna trotted hastily, through the windowed corridor, having just sent Twilight the letter Celestia had wrote when suddenly they felt a sharp, weird sensation, like a spark in their hearts that caused them to freeze in their places. The two Alicorns placed a hoof over their armored chests.

"This feeling...could it be?!'' Luna gasped to her sister.

Celestia thought to herself as she raised her head slowly before finally looking at her sister with wide eyes.

"It…it appears so Luna. It has been done!''

Luna just looked at Celestia in utter shock.

"Then that means…'' Luna began.

Celestia nodded, but with a serious frown, ''Yes sister, but we can't worry about that now. We have pressing business address!''

"Are thou sure? If it's true then shouldn't we-''

Celestia looked at Luna and responded, ''Luna, do you remember?''

Luna looked at Celestia with uneasiness, turned away, before looking at her again with a firm look and nodded.

"You are right Tia. We must act on a matter of great importance, and time is of the essence!''

Celestia nodded with seriousness and the two sisters darted down the corridor.