Arden Sila, 21 years old, med student. If you're waiting for some sad story about a depressed guy with no friends and multiple traumas...then leave. He has his own circle of friends and a regular life. No big events, no special talents. He is smart though, book-smart. A nerd with a lot of imagination, if anyone ever noticed him spacing out, he would actually be in the new world he came up with in his head. He also was a creature of habits, figure out his routine and you have his entire day schedule ready.

He was heading to his university's building, just another day. 'Ok...if I'm not mistaken today's classes start with surgical abilities. My stuff is back in the locker...I take about two minutes to reach the floor where the labs are. I'll have time to spare to look over the materials again." He thought to himself while walking down the street, he was so focused that he didn't notice a weird teenager running towards him with a big package that was tightly wrapped up.

"Catch!" the teenager said while he forced the package on Arden and ran away like a maniac.

"What the?" Arden asked as he held the package, it was heavy. And based on the shape he could swear the package was a sword.

"HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!" A bunch of guys yelled at Arden when they saw him holding the pack. He looked at the thing and then back at them, 'Ok...I'll just-?!'

Before he could finish his thought the solid ground beneath his feet made a cracking sound like it was made of glass and he fell through it. As he fell down he heard the pursuers say "Dammit! We lost the package! We better try to get the guy to make another one."

As Arden fell through the weird tunnel, he felt his skin being torn from his body. He heard and felt his bones twist, bend, and break as they tore through his muscles. In addition to all the excruciating pain, he also felt his eyes being twisted and squished. He grunted and yelled while clinging to the package for his dear life. Arden looked down the tunnel and the last thing he saw was a golden sun in front of a bunch of pure white clouds...before he crashed into them and blacked out.

(A few hours later)

"I hate Mondays," Arden mumbled to himself as he woke up. Opening his eyes he saw a bland looking white ceiling, and smelled a familiar scent...he recognized this kind of ceiling and scent due to his med school, that meant one thing: 'hospital'. He felt his head throbbing as the light got through to his eyes. He reached out to the spot where the pain was and he noticed something strange.

"My hand...is blue." The student said as he moved it around.

Arden sat up and looked at the opposite side of the room. The wall was a mirror from one side of the room to the next. His reflection revealed a different body. He looked like a horse with big black and blue eyes and on his forehead...a horn. 'Ok...pain check, perfect control of my body check, all of my senses present check. I'm awake and I'm a horse with big eyes and a horn. Great!' He concluded. Now, normally you would expect someone to freak out at this scenario, and with good reason. But Arden had a very particular way of thinking. To him, the impossible was just something people had yet to master. Therefore, him being transported somewhere else and transformed into another creature wasn't that difficult a concept for him to accept.

After getting over that fact he was now an anthropomorphic equine creature, Arden got on his hooves so he could fully see himself in the mirror. Using them was exactly the same thing as walking with his feet so keeping his balance was easy. Once on his hooves, he noticed that whoever put him there was nice enough to leave him with his underwear, but not nice enough to leave any of his other belongings near him. 'Of course my stuff wouldn't be here. I look like an alien so I'm probably in some research facility. Therefore this *mirror* is just hiding a bunch of scientists monitoring me, annoying but I can't actually blame them.'

Looking around the room, the young stallion noticed that there was no door to enter or leave. Another thing that caught his attention was the lack of any furniture in the room, only a bed that seemed to be bolted to the ground. 'Is that...the package that kid forced on me?' Arden thought as he approached the thing, the once carefully wrapped object simply laid bare.

'It really was a sword.' The weapon was in its scabbard. A simple leather scabbard with no details or any decorations, the handle and guard were pitch black. But the handle had some sort of emerald green material wrapped around it. Arden reached out to the blade with his left hand. The moment he grabbed it by the handle he felt his hand start to burn. He tried to let go of the blade but his hand wouldn't respond. Then suddenly the pain stopped. As he opened his hand he saw some sort of symbol he didn't recognize on his coat. The symbol was a darker shade of blue when compared to the fur surrounding it. 'What was that for?! Was it registering me as a user or something?'

Since he already had his hand on the weapon, he pulled it out of its scabbard and inspected the actual blade. It was a simple ordinary blade, although it actually looked a bit fragile. No engravings...but the metal was slightly darker than any metal he had ever seen. 'Maybe a different alloy, or maybe they didn't give the alloy the proper treatment. I don't think the gray should be this dark. This looks like it belongs to the middle ages...European? It's about the size of a one-handed sword, though it seems more ceremonial than an actual blade...' He loved tales about knights so he had actually studied about their gear, but he never had the chance to learn how to use one these things.

"Better put this back in the scabbard before one of them decides I'm a threat" the stallion muttered to himself as he reached for the scabbard and looked around again before placing the weapon back inside. "Just to be sure though..." Arden said as he went to the side opposite to where his bed was, and placed the blade there before he returned to the bed and sat on it. After a few seconds of silence, a voice caught his attention.

"State your name and intentions." The voice came from a white-coated and blue-eyed stallion donning a golden armor with purple details. Like Arden, he had a horn. His mane was a dark blue with a single stripe of light blue running through it. He had his hand on a blade placed around his hip. The thing was...he came out of the mirror, it looked like the mirror turned from solid to liquid around the area where the stallion came.

"Man, that's an awesome armor! Whoever did this was really careful when forging it." Arden said jumping from the bed and starting to analyze the armor. "That helmet of yours seems to be fashioned like one from the centurions in ancient Rome! Awesome! Can I tr-?!" Arden was cut mid-sentence by a blade placed on his throat. "Gulp...okay. N-name is Arden Sila, i-it means 'strong bond'. T-the first name means strong and the second can be interpreted as link or bond." He said, trying to smile a bit as he stuttered. The blade retreated to the scabbard.

"As for my intentions...I have none since I don't know where I am. But I imagine that won't cut it so I can tell you how I got here, but I do not know who, why or what sent me." The stallion didn't answer, he just made a gesture telling Arden to proceed. "Okay, I was back in my world being human when a kid came out of nowhere and pushed that onto me. That thing was wrapped up like some sort of package so I didn't know what it was." Arden said pointing to the weapon at the edge of the room, the stallion's face didn't help him much since there was no reaction to it. "After that, a group of humans came by chasing the kid. They started yelling at me when they saw the package in my hands. When they got closer the solid ground beneath me cracked like it was made out of glass and I fell into a weird tunnel." He explained keeping his eyes locked onto the soldier's eyes.

"Then I felt my entire body being shredded into pieces, my arteries and veins popped like balloons. My body burned and twisted while I was conscious. I imagine that was due to my body changing into what you're seeing now. After a few seconds in that hell, I saw a big golden sun on a white background." The soldier started to pay more attention when Arden said that. "Then I was tossed at it and blacked out, only to wake up here. And that's it." The soldier looked at Arden for a few seconds before retreating to the mirror without saying a word, but before he finished phasing through it he peeked out of the mirror and said.

"My name is Shining Armor. We're gonna check if your story adds up."

"...Okay?" Arden said while tilting his head. 'I am soooooooooooooooo screwed. Not much I can do though.' He thought to himself as he sat back down on his bed.