It was a quiet summer morning throughout the small town of Ponyville, one of thousands of towns or provinces that belonged to the land of Equestria.  This world was much more different than what many could understand, as the majority of the world was inhabited by ponies, and all kinds of creatures one would think would be considered a myth. The ponies’ ruler was known as the majestic Alicorn, Princess Celestia, who had been ruler in conjunction with her sister, Princess Luna, for thousands upon thousands of years. She stood at the balcony that overlooked a grand portion of the country she ruled over with a soft smile on her face, observing the beautiful vista that splayed across Canterlot and beyond.

She stared off into the vista for a while until she realized a real good way to freshen things up  for her faithful student and her friends. She tapped her chin with her hoof, a notion that fit enchantingly with her beautiful multi-colored mane and tail, along with her soft features and enticing magenta eyes that could allure the shyest creatures to approach her. An idea came to her mind and she realized exactly what could liven things up; another human or two, new companions who could learn from the them as much as the mares could from them about the meaning of friendship. She has been wanting for the longest time to bring humans back into her world, but she has also been wary; humans have changed drastically since the great separation. She would need to be extra careful if she was to bring one into into their world.

Celestia summoned forth a scroll from her vast resources, and used her magic to pry it open and keep it levitating in place. She peered inside and saw two young men who must have been close to the age of twenty with an air of sadness and grief. The princess couldn’t tell for sure who was the more emotionally and mentally anguished, but was curious to learn more about them.

One of the young men sat in a rather ragged recliner, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with many varying rips of different sizes from the knees down to his dark brown combat boots. He wore a classic white t-shirt on, along with a currently unfastened button-up that almost reached his knees. The edges were decorated with a red Chinese dragon that wrapped around the bottom of it and pulled up onto the back of his button-up. His hands were partially covered by black fingerless gloves, with stainless steel plating over the knuckles in case he got into a fight.  He had a strong, sharp facial outline that made his deep forest-green eyes stand out while also being well-framed by his short brown hair that created some bangs over his forehead and sides, but shorter towards the back. A small patch of light orange hair adorned his chin, which gave him the overall appearance of a tough cowboy, but even he knew deep down that he couldn't ignore the loneliness he felt many a time.

The next person she saw was a boy of a tanner complexion who laid flat on the raggedy carpeting in a comfortable, yet form-fitting red zipper hoodie. His short black hair was trimmed and lined up in such a way that it sharpened his features ever more so. His eyes were a steel-honey brown mix that was accentuated by his sharp cheekbones. He was lean and stood at a tall 5’11, although he was still slightly shorter than his companion who measured up to a stunning 6’4. He wore long black jeans with short chains and a pair of black boots. If there was one feature that really made him stand out in a way he didn’t like to stand out, it would be his eyes. It wasn’t just the odd color combination that got many people staring, but it was just how lifeless his eyes appeared. No matter how hard he tried to smile, that smile could never truly reach his empty eyes, it was as if his eyes killed any emotion that dared to show itself.

"Hmm” A smile danced across her face and she chuckled to herself lightly. ”This might just work… a boy, his close friend, and their dog." She smiled and then closed her eyes as she began to chant in a language not known by many. The few who DID happen to understand the language she was speaking would've known that she was practicing a magical art.

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“I’m glad we have you here, Gypsy. Who knows where Graham and I would be without you” he whispered to the dog, her ears perking up at the genuine praise. The dog had completely black fur, and was about three years old. She carried a chew toy in the shape of a candy cane. The only thing she wore was a red collar, with some identification on a little slate of metal.

The three of them lived in a small apartment, but the place was a dump. The sad part was that neither of them could hold up a job; Graham because he wasn't too keen on the people he was working for, and the still-unnamed young man because people were routinely disturbed and in the end didn’t like interacting with him.

“Hey Aramis, looks like none of us are eating anything today. We’re completely out… I’m sorry.” he looked down in guilt after checking the last cabinet he had checked. Gypsy approached her master and whined a little, but nuzzled his leg to reassure him she was fine. All it did was make him frown further at how he had let down the only two friends he would consider family.

“Don’t feel bad, bro. It certainly isn’t anyone’s fault and you know it.” Aramis replied in support. He smiled and then sighed a bit as he got up from his chair and looked at the city of New York.

"The worst part is, I can't even hold a job..." Gypsy whined a bit with her chew toy, knowing that playing with her would cheer him right up. He looked down at her and chuckled. Aramis slowly got up and walked over to him. Graham gave him a look and he knew that it was time to play a little.

"OK girl, OK. Here, fetch!"

He chucked it across the room as the dog grabbed it with her teeth gently and skipped over to him. He took the toy and raised it over him. "Want it? Hm? Go get it." He said as he whipped it across the room to Aramis, who caught it one-handed. She sat on her hind legs and waited for him to hand it over.

“If you want it, ya’ gotta earn it girl. Sit!” he commanded with a rare playful laugh. She immediately sat down as if the command was hot-wired into her brain. When she finished, she barked and started begging for the toy.

“Here you go girl. You earned it. Haha.” he laughed quietly. She trotted off with her chew toy to the kitchen where the two headed over. The two close friends sat at the table and relaxed while Aramis quietly drank from his cup of water he had left on the table. A bright light began to fill the room, but they dismissed it as the sunset beginning to shine on their window. It kept getting more and more intense. The two men and Gypsy stood up in alert and looked at the light that absorbed the three of them.

“Huh?” was all Graham said before he felt a pulling sensation.

“The hell is going on?” Aramis spoke out loud, as he too was pulled in, Gypsy barking after them shortly before also following.

What was this white light?

Where was he being dragged to?

He could only imagine....

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QUICK AUTHOR'S NOTE

To those who are not new to the series, you may be asking why I'm re-posting older chapters. The reason is that the story has plenty of "Bugs" to fix. There's alot going on in the chapter that is to be fixed. So please, don't think for a second that I'm running out of ideas, or anything like that. I would tell you exactly why I'm doing this, but then It would take a while to explain. All I can tell you, is that a friend, GingerNutGin, has told me of the many flaws I have in the story, so I am ironing EVERYTHING, before continuing on. So as the awesome fan that you are, you will support my decision to give this story a good tweak.

Sincerely, Emperor Geon.