I opened my eyes slowly, blinking as I could only see darkness around me. My initial thought was 'Holy fuck I've gone blind. Whatever that radioactive amulet did blinded me.' But that thought was put to rest when i looked down and could see my hands. Only they didn't exactly look entirely like my hands anymore. They still had the slender digits I was used to, but now seemed a bit more rough, almost as if I had been working out. I looked over my arms to find they had bulked out just a little bit as well. The heck? Did someone pump me with some steroids while I was out cold? I think to myself. Before I could think of anything else, a bright green light flashed in front of me, temporarily making me see spots. After my vision cleared, I noticed that floating in front of me was the amulet from before. "YOU! You're the cause of this you stupid rock." I say, trying to reach and grab it, only for it to float away a bit. Just as I was about to try and lunge again, it flashed brightly, the circle seaming to grow larger and from the opposite side of it, something came out that made my jaw drop.

Flying in the dark void I was somehow floating in was now a giant metallic dragon. If I weren't scared shitless I would be ranting about how both awesome and impossible it was. The dragon flew around a bit before taking off higher. I thought it was leaving and got a bit sad, as a dragon was kinda awesome unless you were it's prey. I looked up at it, blinking as I saw it dive bombing.....right towards ME!!! NOT AWESOME ANYMORE!! I tried to turn and run, only to find i had no actual traction in whatever this void was. I could only watch in pants-crapping terror as the beast flew at me, only for the amulet to spark again, a second circle appearing in front of my chest. Moments before what i thought would be impact of a dragons jaw colliding with my head, the dragon actually began to fly into the circle, vanishing foot by foot into the design in front of me. As the dragon flew into the circle in front of me however, my eyes widened, my jaw opening in a silent scream as an intense burning began coursing through me, it feeling like someone had flooded my veins with molten iron. As the last of the dragon's tail disappeared into the circle, the pain became too much and I blacked out once again, the last thing I saw being the amulet flashing and another smaller circle dropping out....the dagger?

I slowly opened my eyes, only to regret it a moment later, as the pure, unfiltered light of the sun blasted it's way into my optic nerves with all the grace of a drunk T-rex. "Ugh somebody turn down the sun."I said, holding my hand over my eyes as I slowly sat up. Instead of my couch, mattress, or at least the wooden floorboards of the house underneath me, upon sitting up I felt soft grass under my hand. I slowly opened my eyes again, this time looking down, only to blink and rub my eyes in surprise. Instead of the jeans and sneakers I was wearing before, I was now wearing....hang on..."These look like the same clothes from Great Grandpa George's trunk."I say, standing up slowly, hearing something thud against the ground as I do so. I turn and look, seeing the blade from before. I slowly picked up the dagger, unsheathing it slowly, wincing as a light came from the pommel, another circle similar to the one I had seen when passed out forming on the ground, only this one had a cat's head in the center along with more flowing feathery designs. After the circle staying there for a moment, something began coming out. My initial reaction was to jump back, remembering what came out of the last one, only to fall flat on my ass as my legs were still numb. After several moments however, what came out of the circle was a small black and white....cat? Was all I could think of, to describe the bipedal creature. It had a scar over its left eye and wore baggy green pants that reminded me of MC Hammer.

After a couple seconds it opened its eyes and spoke in a deep voice that confirmed it was a male. "Well, glad to see you are awake now." The cat spoke.....THE CAT SPOKE!?!

"HOLY SHIT TALKING CAT!" I shouted in shock.

The cat gave a sigh and slight groan. "Yes I talk. And while I am technically a cat that's not the proper term. I'm what's known as an Exceed. A race of magical bipedal felines. I'm also a mystical construct based on part of your subconscious." I blinked and stare, slack jawed as the cat explained itself, my brain sparking for a second before I shook my head.

"Hold on, magic? That's what brought me here?" I said with a hint of doubt. Yeah magic had always been an interesting topic back home, and I used it in some stories I wrote, but that's all they were. Stories. "But magic isn't real, unless you count that slight of hand stuff."

The cat smirked and with a quick burst of light, a pair of white angelic wings sprouted from its back, the cat flying up into the air to look me eye to eye. "Magic is very real. Your great grandparents were quite the powerful mages themselves." I blinked, hearing this information.

"Hang on, great grandpa George and great grandma Leanna were wizards?" I stop. The cat, who until I learn if he has a name or not I'm referring to as Scratch, nodded as he floacted in front of me.

"Indeed, but those were just names they used to keep their real identities secret. Their true names were Gajeel Redfox and Levi McGarden. They, along with several other members of their guild ended up in your world after an ancient dragon of darkness tried to destroy them." He said, his tail swishing back and forth as he floated.

Upon hearing this information, I had several reactions, the first being, "Hah! I knew the multiverse theory was true." I chuckled, before stopping and looking. "So wait, you said others, meaning there was more mages in the world?"

At this, Scratch nodded his head. "A few of them became affluent members of the world, one being a name many would recognize. Ignatius Draco. Also known as Natsu Dragneel." I stopped in shock, barely registering the rustling in the brush. Ignatius Draco was a household name in the heating and electric business.

I looked at him. "So my great grandparents, one of the greatest businessmen in America, and who knows how many other people from the last century or so, were these great mages?" I sat there in shock. "You said they ended up in my world after a dragon attack. What exactly happened?"

Scratch gave a smile and nodded, crossing his arms. "Your great-grandparents along with the others, were all members of a mage guild known as Fairy Tail. They each bore the crest of their guild with pride. That same crest that is now on your left shoulder." I looked, surpringly finding a crest of what looked similar to a phoenix with flames, but I could also kinda see how it could be a fairy. "Mages are ranked by ability, and the highest is S-rank. The day of Fairy Tail's S-rank exam on Tenrou Island, they came under attack by an evil guild. They managed to defeat their enemies, but unfortunately, a dark dragon by the name of Acnologia had found it's way to the island. Thankfully, with the aid of the first guild master's spirit, the island was protected by a powerful magic known as Fairy Sphere."

Scratch then shook his head. "But Fairy Sphere was an absolute defense magic, capable of defending even against time itself. When the magic activated, it took the mages on the island at the time, and displaced them from time and space, shifting them from their world into yours. The magic destabilized and left them stranded there, with no way home. Once that was discovered, the guild master that was with them at the time decreed them to follow rule three of leaving the guild. To live their lives the strongest they can and to forge on through the path ahead without regretting the past." He said with a soft smile before looking up, taking a defensive stance.

While in my stupor from the story, I had failed to notice Scratch taking a slightly guarded stance. I felt a slight pressure behind me, turning slowly to hear the sound of a metal blade being pulled from it's sheath. I turned the final few degrees, only to find a sword blade mere inches from my face. This fact alone was terrifying, but what surprised me was the person holding the blade. It almost looked like an anthro horse, but the muzzle was much shorter, it's eyes bigger, and the fact that it's fur color was a bright orange, along with what looked like a neon green mane and tail, it's body just about a half head shorter than me. "Umm. Hi?" I say, trying not to focus on the sharp metal in front of me.

"State thine business creature. Thou art trespassing on the grounds of the royal sisters." The horse person said, pointing the blade a bit closer.

I blinked and leaned my head back. "Um, I answer better without having to worry for my nose." I say slowly, the others, brandishing spears and swords, keeping me surrounded. "As for business, I woke up in this clearing after this bright light and giant metal dragon knocked me out." At the mention of dragon, the pony people began looking around in slight panic, as if they were frightened and ready for an assault.

"Thou said metal dragon correct?" the lead pony asked me, to which I nodded. He gave a sigh. "Very well. Stand creature and we shall bring thee to the Princesses. If a dragon is truly on the loose, they must be informed with haste." I decided to leave out the part about how the dragon went inside of me. If they were that scared of a dragon normally, who knows how they'd react. I followed the ponies, figuring that since they looked kinda like smaller horses that was what was appropriate, my eyes wandering as I noticed some of them had slightly softer features.

"Pardon my asking, but I've never seen beings like you all before. What exactly are you all?" This time a pony with dark blue fur and a two toned mane of goldenrod and emerald spoke up. "We are ponies. Those of us that thou seeth with wings are pegasi, Noble flyers and masters of the sky. Those with horns are Unicorns, arcane adepts and magicians of all kinds. And finally the ones like ourself and commander Steel ahead are known as earth ponies, strong and sturdy, defenders and tenders of the land." The pony spoke, her softer and higher pitch showing it was a female pony. I then blinked as the words they've been speaking finally registered.

"And if I may ask, why do you all speak in an old english dialect?" At this the mare, since that's what female horses are called so figured it applied here as well, raised an eyebrow and spoke.

"Twould be the language that thou dost speaketh that seems strange to us. Perhaps where thou dost hail from they speak a different tongue, but this would be the way most if not all Equestrians doth speak." I blinked and nodded, mentally shrugging. 'Feels like I ended up in the past almost.' I thought to myself, only to jump as I heard a second voice.

'That it does. Then again, with how you ended up here, it's quite possible it's not just a question of where, but also when we may have ended up. Transdimensional location magic is quite unstable, and the kind that was woven around your magic had faded from years of 'gathering dust' I suppose would be the most apt description.' Upon hearing this voice I looked around before looking down at Scratch, who was looking up at me with a slight smirk. Almost as if knowing what I was about to ask next his voice immediately responded in my head once again. 'Yes I am in your thoughts. I told you I was partially a construct from your mind, so we are linked together via thought. Whatever you think I hear, and whatever I think, you hear. I can teach you later on ways to block your thoughts to the point I won't be able to hear anything unless they are thoughts specifically addressed for me to hear.' His voice said inside my head once again.

Man this was weird. Like Jiminy Cricket was real but could also pop inside your head whenever he wanted. I turned my attention back to the group of ponies who were leading me towards what I now saw was a large stone castle, reminiscent of those back in medieval England. "So, you said you were taking me to the Princesses. Why not the King or Queen? or are they busy with more important national efforts?"

At this a few of the ponies looked at me. "Tis only the Princesses in charge of the diarchy. Twas a king and queen once, but they exist only in legend." Said the mare that had been my source of information on this journey. I nodded and simply waited in silence, mulling over my thoughts and talking with Scratch more on how to block out my thoughts from not just him, but other possible telepathic magic/entities. I had also asked what that strange tingling pressure I had felt before when the ponies had found us.

'That would be your new ability to sense magic and people. In martial arts movies I believe they called it something similar to killing intent, but for mages, it almost acts like an early radar if anyone with magical abilities is about to be near you.' At this I blinked, trying to kind of focus on the feeling before giving a gasp, almost as if gravity had increased upon me. If what Scratch said was true, then either the world itself was so intrinsically magical that it felt like someone strapped lead to me, or somewhere nearby there was someone really, REALLY powerful.

After what had to be at least a good half hour of walking, we finally made it into the castle, and up to what I assumed was the throne room based on the large double doors. Whatever had been creating that intense pressure was behind these doors, the feeling having almost crushed me until Scratch helped me block out most of the sensation, leaving me with that heavy feeling in your stomach you get when you know something is about to happen. Several moments passed, during which I slowly made sure my mental barriers were up just in case, before the doors opened. What my eyes first went to were the large tapestries adorning the walls, one half representing the sun, along with images of a white winged unicorn with a mane of a few pastel colors, while the other half showed images of the moon in various phases, the stars, and a midnight blue winged unicorn with what looked like a mane of the night sky. Once done admiring the cloth artwork, my eyes moved to ahead of us where I saw said winged unicorns sitting on thrones that seemed custom made for them. For the day one, the throne seemed carved from a golden stone, maybe pyrite, or possible real gold depending on how it was valued here, inlaid with several orange and white veins to look like the sun itself, whereas the moon sister's throne was an opposite. A throne of polished marble with obsidian etchings and silver marks here and there to simulate the moon and night sky. Now that they were in sight, I could definitely tell the magical presence was coming from the two princesses on the thrones. Such raw magical strength that it would more than likely cause my heart to fail should I not be suppressing the magical sense was almost terrifying. Better to keep on their good side. "Quite the artistic talent if I do say so myself." I thought aloud, catching the attention of what I assumed was the two princesses. Their initial appearances were like that of the tapestries, but those arts only depicted them in ceremonial dress, or a basic robe. The two ponies on the thrones however were ready for war.

The day princess wore armor almost fit for rushing headlong into battle, the chest, arms, and legs made of an almost glowing bronze, her body fortified almost like a tank, with a large warhammer on her left side and a kite shield resting against the right. The other sister again was almost an inverse, wearing lighter plate mail armor that seemed almost tailored to her figure, the deep blue of the armor and the cloak around her made it seem like she was built more for quick, silent strikes. If anything, the lack of weapons on her sides probably hinted to several concealed weapons underneath. I stood and waited, Scratch having flown up and sat on my shoulder during the walk, scaring several of the guards during that moment before we both simply explained it was just a simple spell that allowed him to glide and hover a few feet in the air. He explained to me that in actuality, it was a type of gravity magic that allowed him full flight, and even enough strength to carry a full grown passenger as long as he had magic to spare.

A guard from their side stepped forward and spoke aloud. "State thy name, occupation, and grievance for the Princesses Celestia and Luna!" He practically shouted.

I took a deep breath and stepped forward, hopefully not about to make an ass of myself....heh....ass....donkeys. I wonder if donkeys are anthro in this world too. I shook the thought clear of my head as I strode forward. "Connor Fortino, as of today currently unemployed. Grievance....well.....Would you by any chance know how to send me home?"

Author's Notes:

Given a brief edit and that word wall I had in the author notes will be worked into the story.