I wasn't much of a person to believe in magic, dreams, and the paranormal. Frankly, I wasn't a very superstitious individual either. I lived in a small farm house in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere with no parents or siblings; I moved here from my parent's house in the suburbs to start a life of my own living off the land and growing crops to sell at the local farmer's market. However, in my case, things don't turn out quite the way they should turn out as I expect them to.
Despite my luck right now, I cannot deny my past: I am the son of a wealthy businessman and a beautiful stay-at-home-mom whose only child (yours truly) was to inherit the family business. But I didn't want that, for I grew up with not only a wealthy father, but also a crazed alcoholic and abusive one. I'd rather not go into what my father did to me as punishment, but all I can say is this: I wanted nothing to do with him, including inheriting his whiskey manufacturing business; it's poison and I don't understand why people would drink such a thing. So I showed him my favorite finger and moved to a rural area far away from the accursed whiskey factory and the pollution that it caused in the hearts, minds and soul of mankind. But enough "touchy-feely" back-story, on with the real story!
As I was saying, I wasn't much to believe in magic, or dreams, or paranormal activities that usually followed them. But it wasn't until I started having a particular kind of dream; I may even say it wasn't even a dream at all, it was too damn realistic! And it would ultimately lead to a series of events that would plunge my world into another's, and eventually have myself pass into this new world.
My name is Jonathan Felix II, and this is the story of my adventures and my battles, my companionship and my rivalries with the denizens of Equestria, and overall the crossing of paths that should have never came to existence.
With every story comes a beginning, and my story starts with me...and with an entity...named Nightmare Moon...
I awoke with a start, sweat clinging to my body and my forehead like dew-fall in the summer morning. I buried my face in my hands after looking them over, and sighed. "Another dream about that...thing..." I mumbled, lifting my head up and wiping the perspiration off my hair and my face. I glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside, which read 2:39am. That's odd... I thought to myself, I went to bed at 3:13. How could it be 2:39? Thinking it was just the clock getting broken again, I reached over and reset the clock, looking at my phone's clock; the most accurate one in the house.
Which read 2:40am. I shook my head a couple of times and glanced again at the clock, not believing what I was seeing. "Am I still dreaming?" I asked myself, scratching my head and wondering what the hell was going on.
"...possibly, young colt." A female voice antagonized from the darkness of my room. Startled by the hearing of this new voice, I attempted to flick on the light switch on my bed-side lamp, but the bulb was out. I should have changed the damn light-bulb before I went to bed... I thought to myself. Slowly turning my head back to the darkness, I saw a shape of someone in the darkness; a slender woman, yet it didn't seem that human in my eyes. As the figure stepped into the moonlight shinning from my window beside the bed, I began to see more features of her: Dark blue hair that shone like the night sky, cold purple eyes that stared at me like a venomous snake, a set of armor covering her bust and waist which extended to her legs. But what really stood out was not these features: She had wings of a fallen angel; black as night, battered and featherless in some places, and a black crown that had a gemstone in the shape of a crescent moon. As she approached me, she grinned a sharp, toothy smile that showed fangs that she had for teeth. I cowered to my bedside in fear, and fell off my bed in the process of doing so.
Yet this...thing continued to advance to my position. I scrambled for the door, but the door itself seemed to cower away from me, and eventually faded from existence, with the rest of the room following suit. Soon, I was lying in the middle of cold, black nothingness; the darkness seemed to be all around me, yet I could see my self in the midst. The only thing that remained was the bright moon shining above me and the advancing figure. "There's nowhere to run from me, colt." The woman taunted, a forked tongue sliding over her lips hungrily. As I turned to face her again, my heart seemed to stop.
She was right there, standing over me, grinning like a mad woman.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" I screamed, cowering away from her the best I could. But she was quicker, and grabbed my shirt, hoisting me up and then grabbed my shoulders, chuckling. Her grip was ice cold and sent a shock of pain throughout my body.
"I want a meal, why else would I be here?" She said, and I squirmed a bit under her grasp, but she held on like a crocodile going in for the death-roll. She then grabbed one of my arms, and with her fang-ridden mouth agape, bit my forearm. I yelled in pain, and in retaliation landed a blow against her in her face, causing her to yelp and release her teeth from my limb and cower back, clutching her mouth with her hands. I looked at my forearm: It hurt like hell from the attack, and was bleeding a good amount; the teeth-marks stood out like craters on a moon's surface, but what struck me about them was that they were in the shape of a crescent moon; she must have had two rows of teeth. "Oh, I absolutely love it when my prey fights back..." She taunted, spitting out a little bit of blood before leaping at me and pinning me to the ground. I tried with all my might to release myself from her grasp, but she was too strong; I was doomed.
"You are a curious type, John." The woman stated, running a finger down the side of my face and stopping at my chin, which she lifted and turned my head from side-to-side, examining it, as if trying to find another place to strike. "But it doesn't matter. You're mine now..." She taunted, raising a purple-aura-shrouded fist above her in the process of striking my head. Before she could do so, however, she was thrown back by some unseen force, screaming in the process. "No!" She yelled, fading away into darkness,"The spell is wearing off! I'm not going back until I have...!" As her voice trailed away, I saw that my room was slowly coming back to existence, and I slowly drifted off into unconsciousness.
"It's only a dream..." I said to myself as everything went black.
