The morning seemed like any other morning. You wake up in your bed feeling groggy and lazy, but the harsh rays of sunlight coming in from the window directly facing you start hitting your eyes, eventually annoying you enough to get up. If it weren't for the sun's rays, the crisp cool morning breeze and birds' sweet singing would've been enough to put you back to sleep. "Damn curtains..." you think out loud as you set a mental note to close them tight tonight so this won't happen again, although you subconsciously know that you'll forget anyway, as you always do. At least you woke up on time for class, which frankly doesn't happen very often. You debate mentally with yourself whether or not to just skip morning classes today and sleep in, but your more productive side eventually wins out and you throw on some pajamas and a pullover sweatshirt and get ready for the day.

Walking to morning classes from your dorm room was always a peaceful experience. It was always an opportune time to think about things clearly with no distractions whatsoever, except for the house/dubstep music blasting through your headphones. But you really enjoy those types of environments. College wasn't as hard as your friends and family made it out to be, even though you're barely scraping by with a 3.2 gpa. It wouldn't be nearly as bad if you weren't studying to go to law school after you get your degree in criminal justice, which has been the only subject that ever interested you throughout your 3 years of college, albeit you always tend to do better in physics and biology. Academics are not what is on your mind this morning though. The only thing you can think about is getting classes over with so you can get back and sleep. This is basically the same routine you always do every morning. Ever since you graduated high school, life has been a lot more boring and stale for you. So the simple pleasures of life such as this are all you have to look forward to every day. You wished there was more to think about, your friends, your family, but all of that was gone now. Your parents just recently moved north, leaving you here by yourself with just a medium wage job to pay for all your college expenses. Every once and a while for your birthday they'd send you a hundred dollars or so, but it wasnt enough to be of any help. Their letters became few and far between, even though you respond and write back to all of them. To add to all that, your friends have all but forgotten about you, even your best friend that you've spent your entire life going to school and hanging out with. Part of you resents his apathy towards you, but another part of you has come to the disappointing realization that he's moved on in his life, and so have you. It's only natural that he would go his separate way in order to further his lifelong goal of becoming a marine biologist. As the days went on and on, you felt as if your shoulder became colder and colder. This wasn't all that bad, though. You've learned how to take care of yourself both financially and emotionally through all this, and it's made you a stronger person, although it may have made you a bit more shy and reserved than your former high school self. As you enter the building that your first class is in, you hear some giggles from a couple of girls, freshmen, from the looks of it, and you notice they are glancing over at you. "Nothing seems to be out of place" you think to yourself, not aloud this time, as you mentally check your appearance. Then it dawned on you that in your rush to get out of bed you forgot to fix your hair, which really didn't bother you at all, you're just thankful that it wasn't anything worse.

You were never really popular with girls to begin with. Your body is in good shape because you work out and skate at a local skate park everyday, but your charm needed a bit of work, and so did your shy and overly self-conscious personality. Girls haven't been on your mind lately, though. It was tough enough worrying about schoolwork and everything else, a girlfriend would've distracted you from more important things. But that doesn't necessarily mean you wouldn't like a girlfriend. You tried a few relationships in high school, in fact, some of them almost got to third base, but it didn't really work out for you, mostly because most of the girls at your high school were superficial spoiled daddy's girls who would throw a temper tantrum every time they didn't get exactly what they wanted from you. There were a few girls you thought you might have had a chance with, but those options were shot for many different reasons. You've been putting off trying to find a serious relationship for a while now, but it's always been on your mind.

After classes, you start walking back and light a cigarette to help you relax from the pop quiz that you bombed in psychology 202. You don't smoke often, maybe once or twice a day, but not to the point to which it would become an addiction. You were planning on quitting, but never had the opportunity or the reason to actually do so. You find that your meditative state that you had earlier on your way to class was gone, which wasn't surprising given the fact that your mind was fried with neuroplasticity, which is all your teacher lectured about today. You think to yourself how humorous, or perhaps ironic, it is that you have trouble learning things in a class that focuses on how your brain learns things. When you finally get back to your dorm room, you throw all your clothes off except for your undershirt and your pajamas and crash on the bed, letting out a large exhale in the process. You had homework to do for tomorrow's classes, but it'll have to wait, sleep is more important to you than schoolwork at this point. Besides, you wouldn't be able to focus on anything in this state anyways. As you drift into sleep, you catch your poster on your wall with the corner of your eye. It was a poster of your favorite character, Vinyl Scratch, from your favorite show, "My Little Pony" that you got from last years "Brony-con".

Vinyl was always someone you could relate to. She was that type of tomboyish thrill seeker that always appealed to you. She even likes the same kind of music you do, music like dubstep, skrillex, and a bit of house thrown in. She was always laid back and carefree just like you were, although she tended to be a bit more social than you were. Apart from that, you could easily relate yourself to Vinyl in both personality and interests. As your mind wanders off, your imagination takes over, and you start to think of how amazing it would be to escape the mundane day to day routine you inhabit and go to the wonderful world of equestria, just for a few days. Or to spend a day with someone like Vinyl and how much fun that would be. Or just to spend some time in a world that doesn't constantly screw you over for no reason and wasn't filled with such self-centered people. You chuckle at the daydream as you slowly slip into a relaxing mid-day nap.

About an hour later, you're woken up to a knock on your door. Startled, you quickly throw your covers off of you and put on a shirt as you yell

"Im coming, one minute!"

You scramble for the door as you wonder who in the world it could be; no one ever comes to visit you, as much as you hate to admit it. And you haven't done anything to merit university police to come knocking. In your haste you accidentally stub your toe on your chest of drawers, causing you to curse, maybe a bit too loud. You finally get to the door to see that its only a university employee delivering mail. You exhale slightly in relief. He looks up at you and says

"I have a letter to you from...", he pauses as he reads the name of the sender, "Celestia? Yes that's right."

Your eyes widen and your jaw hang open a bit. The only one word you can think to say is 'what' but you just stand there in silence, trying to figure out what this could mean. Not many people are called Celestia...could it really be Princess Celestia from Equestria? No, that cant be right...right? What the heck is going on here?

"Um...excuse me? I need you to sign here".

You snap back to attention and laugh at yourself for thinking such an insane thought.

"S-sure" you studder out, still a little woozy from just recently waking up. You sign the mailman's notebook and take the package with a thank you.

Your'e still left standing there staring at the envelope you just received. Your head is spinning with thoughts. "Is this some sort of joke?" "Who in the hell is Celestia?" "Could it really be the Princess Celestia?" "Whoever it was, why a letter and not an email?" "Did i even eat anything for breakfast this morning?" You decide to find out for yourself and close your door, lock it, and sit down on your bed. For some reason, you hesitate to open the letter, nervous about what it might be about. The envelope doesn't seem to have any stamp or return address on it, which makes you wonder if its just a prank someone is pulling on you to make fun of you being a "brony". However, you've never told anyone about your fascination with the show, which makes you all the more suspicious. You open the envelope and extract a single piece of paper. It isn't an ordinary piece of loose-leaf, but something that looks ancient, like papyrus. You start to read the letter:

"My faithful student, Alex"

Whoah. Whoever took the time to make this letter sure put a lot of effort into making you believe that this was really from Princess Celestia. Your'e still not quite convinced its the real deal, but you continue reading anyway.

"I have something very important to speak with you about concerning Equestria. I'm sorry for the briefness of this message, but it would be safer to speak with you about this in person, and in secret. Meet me behind the student theater tonight at eight o'clock and I will explain everything. Sincerely, P. Celestia."

You would've been very excited to hear this were it not for your skepticism. Your mind is swimming with curiosity. What the heck is all this about and who the heck is "P. Celestia?" You put down the letter and lay flat on your bed again. Surely this can't be the real Princess Celestia. And even if it was, what on earth would she be doing here and what would she want with someone like me? You initially want to just forget the whole thing...but you cant. What if this is the real deal? What would i be missing if i chose not to go meet whoever this was? Before you go back to sleep, you look at your phone and set an alarm for 7:30 pm. "Might as well, there's nothing better to do" you think to yourself as you doze off once again. You also noticed that in your rush to get out the door, you accidentally tore part of your Vinyl Scratch poster.

You let out an aggrivated moan. "Well shit."

Author's Notes:

Sorry if this introduction sounded a bit rushed. Just wanted to get the prologue out of the way so i can focus on the better things to come.