If any of you need or want to see a map of Ponyville that I will be using for this story, you can find it at fs71/f/2013/241/3/3/map_of_ponyville_labeled_v3_2_by_ . I did not create this map myself and if the person who did make it reads this story and has a problem with me using his work then please just tell me and I will not only gladly take down the link but also stop using it for reference all together. It was the only map I could find that showed everything I wanted to include and labeled it all.

My full name is Thadius Mickal Peterson but I go by Thad and this is my very first time writing a fanfic for anything and yes I used part of my real name for a character but I tweaked a few things about myself. I will gladly accept constructive criticism from any of you and answer almost any questions you may have about the story. Also if any of you have any ideas that you think may help the story then please inform me of them, I can not promise that I will use them but I will at the very least take them into consideration. I want this story to be the best I can make it and being only one person with only one viewpoint that could prove to be rather challenging so I welcome all questions, comments, and concerns from my readers. Another thing is I plan on writing new chapters every day but I may change that to being anywhere up to one a week. Lastly I would like to thank you all for reading this story.

Chapter 1: An Average Day

Thad Peterson's Point of View

Have you ever had one of those days that feels like any other? One where you seem to just be doing what you have always done before? This seems to of been my whole life after high school. Sure I got a couple jobs tutoring kids and would go hang with a few of my friends every now and then but my life just seemed plain. Today for example I was tutoring a 3rd grader named Zachary Winston III at the Winston Manor. His family was fairly wealthy and, being an only child, Zachary was going to inherit the money. Because of this he felt like he didn't have to get good grades or work very hard.

Zachary's father had been in the military and was killed about a year ago by enemy fire during the war in Afghanistan, ever since he has worn his father's dog tags. Like him I have a couple things I always wear, besides my clothes of course. One thing is my bracelet pendant that used to be my cat's collar, he was like a brother to me so it is special to me. Another thing I wear at all times are my glasses, I am severely near sighted so without them I have a lot of trouble seeing things farther away.

"Now Zack, your parents hired me because they want you to get better in your classes. I know that you can figure out these equations, I've seen you do it. Now I'll ask you again what is twelve times twelve?" I asked him knowing full well he could get the correct answer.

He let out an uninterested sigh, "I don't know, twenty-four?"

"Zachary, you know the difference between twelve times twelve and twelve plus twelve," I told him. "We've been on this problem for ten minutes now and all you have done is played with your pencil." The homework was almost finished, he only had five problems left to do.

He slammed his pencil down on the table and started shouting at me, "What does it matter anyway? After I get old enough I will get all the family money for myself. Plus ever since my dad died my mom has rarely even seen me, let alone bothered to speak to me. It's like she doesn't even care about me!" His eyes were starting to tear up at this point

"Zachary I won't pretend to know how it feels to have your father die in a firefight but I can tell you that your mother does care for you," I stated trying to calm him down. "I think it's time for a quick break so we can eat something, calm down a little, and be able to think a little clearer."

"Fine, but I still don't care about this stupid assignment," he exclaimed backing away from the table.

We then headed into the kitchen and I asked, "So what would you like to eat?"

"A ham and cheese sandwich," he responded without looking at me. I then got started making his sandwich and before you knew it he was finished.

"So bud, are you about ready to get back to those problems yet," I inquired even though I already knew the answer.

"No," he said before running off towards his room. I immediately followed him and when I caught up to him he was staring at one of his walls that had a purple oval painted on it with strange designs.

Dumbfounded I walked up behind him. "When did this get painted here, I don't remember it from last time," I asked completely puzzled.

He just looked at me with a slight fear in his eyes and told me, "It didn't." Just then I noticed the designs were moving. The next thing I knew we were both being sucked towards it.

"Um, Zachary, time for us to back up," I proclaimed grabbing his hand as the strange suction began to increase. We both ran towards the door but our legs were grabbed by something that looked like tentacles that were coming out of the strange design. They started dragging us towards it and then into the purple oval while we both screamed for help even though nobody else was supposed to be there at that time. After going through it the oval closed and we started falling in pure darkness and we kept screaming.

As I fell I could feel my body changing in shape somewhat painfully. The pain became so great I blacked out.

When I came to I noticed I was outside somewhere. There were trees all around, all with apples in them and a plump grey pony with blue spots and a dual blue colored swept back mane with a curly tail to match that was laying on its side beside me. I was still in too much pain to get up. Remembering what had happened I called out as loudly as I could, "ZACHARY... ZACHARY WINSTON III WHERE ARE YOU?"

"You don't need to shout I'm right here Thad," I heard him say from somewhere nearby.

I looked all around me for the source of his voice but to no avail and asked, "Where? I don't see you."

The plump pony picked its head up and turned it towards me, opening it's mouth and said, "Right here, wait where are you?" My face became one of shock, Zachary's voice just came out of a pony.

"Z... Za... ZACHARY!" I stuttered. "IS THAT YOU!?"

The pony just looked at me with the same expression I had and asked, "TH... THAD? You're a pony!"

"WHAT," I exclaimed.

Zachary gasped, "You have wings!"

"You do too," I said in pure astonishment.

We both just passed out again after that.