Summery: Twilight is now a princess. Not long after she became an alicorn, something appears. To top it off, a mysterious pony in guard armor is spotted not long after Twilight's coronation. What is strange is that the armor is nothing like the royal guard's. The princesses and the mane 6 must investigate these strange appearances.

{chapter 1}

(I just copy pasted the transcript. Try to watch the scene if possible)

Applejack: Twilight...? Is that you?

Rest of main cast: [gasps] Applejack: Wha... I, I've never seen anything like it!

Rainbow Dash: Ha! Twilight's got wings! Awesome! A new flying buddy! [laughs]

Rarity: Why, you've become an alicorn. I didn't even know that was possible.

Pinkie Pie: Alicorn party! [blows party kazoo]

Fluttershy: Wow... you look just like a princess!

Princess Celestia: That's because she is a princess.

Main Cast: Huh? Pinkie Pie: Hold on a second! [drinks] [spits]

Twilight Sparkle: A... a princess?

Princess Celestia: Since you've come to Ponyville, you've displayed the charity, compassion, devotion, integrity, optimism, and of course, the leadership of a true princess.

Twilight Sparkle: But... does this mean I won't be your student anymore?

Princess Celestia: Not in the same way as before. I'll still be here to help and guide you, but we're all your students now, too. You are an inspiration to us all, Twilight.

Twilight Sparkle: But... what do I do now? Is there a book about being a princess I should read?

Princess Celestia: [giggles] There will be time for all of that later.

Princess Celestia: We are gathered here today in celebration of a momentous occasion. My most faithful student, Twilight Sparkle, has done many extraordinary things since she's lived in Ponyville. She even helped reunite me with my sister, Princess Luna. But today, Twilight Sparkle did something extraordinary. She created new magic, proving without a doubt that she is ready to be crowned Equestria's newest princess. Fillies and gentlecolts, may I present for the very first time, Princess Twilight Sparkle!

(now for the original shit)

[soon after Celestia pronounces Twilight princess: Somewhere in Sweet Apple Acres]

The wind starts to pick up on a moonlit orchard of Sweet Apple Acres. Fallen leaves start blowing around as the wind intensifies and random arcs of blue lightning appear out of nowhere. The arcs hit hit only a small number of trees, clearly leaving damage on the bark. The lightning starts to intensify as the wind picks up even more. A small orb begins appears and begins to expand. Lightning is bouncing of the orb's reflective surface. The orb ceased to expand, at this point it had been embedded into the earth and part of the trunk of an apple tree. In a bright flash of light the orb disbanded. A dark mass was left in its wake, a crater in the ground and in the tree the only evidence of the sphere that remains other than the dark mass

(yeah i just took that from Terminator)

The mass starts moving. It rises and appears to be bipedal and tall. The silhouetted figure stands in the middle of the crater, unmoving. Its eyes open, revealing glowing, neon blue irises, slowly scanning the figure's surroundings.

"Hmmm," it mutters.

It looks skywards, the moonlight shinning throught the canapy of the orchard into the figures neon eyes. The figure proceeds to step out of the crater, which the top lair soil has solidified into a glass-like structure while the tree bark is charred and red hot. It slipped near the top and fell to its knees breaking an area of glass on its forearm.

"Aw shit." It said getting back up and pulling a piece of glas-dirt from its fore arm. It got out of the crater and scanned the area once more. A dim light through the trees in the distance caught its glowing eyes. Following the light, the figure put its hand over the gash to keep pressure on it. The cool night air stung on the bleeding gash. As the figure neared the source of the light, it noticed it came from a lanturn set on a windowsill of a farmhouse in the middle of a clearing. It neared the clearing and stopped at the end of the treeline. Surveying the area for movement, the figure quietly stepped out of the orchard and headed towards the back of the farmhouse.

The figure peered around a back corner and saw an extention to the farmhouse. Seeing one of the windows open gave it an idea. Quietly walking over to the window, the figure slowly stuck its head into the window. Darkness met its sight , giving it the impression that it's clear to enter. Carefully the figure entered the farmhouse and saw that the extention was a kitchen. Silently the figure made its way to the door and went to the main part of the farmhouse, glowing eyes somewhat helping light the way.

"The hell?" the figure said as it surveyed the new room. It was the interior of a barn. Dumbfounded as to how it got into a barn, let alone why a kitchen is connected to a barn, the figure looked at the bails of hay siting around. A creak fom above stopped it in its track. It looked up for a minute and listened for more noise.

Silence. Silence and nothing more. No movement, no noise, other than muffled snoring. The figure scanned the room once more. In the corner was a set of stairs. Quietly, the figure made its way up the stairs, careful not to make any noise in its ascention. Reaching the top of the stairs and rounding a small corridor, it saw a hallway with 6 doors and a small set of stairs at the end.

"Better have some disinfectant here," the figure muttered quietly.

Walking to the first door on its right, it placed an ear on the door. Muffled snoring could be heared through the door. The snoring was deep pitched, indicating that it was male, and a large one at that. The figure quietly went to the door across from that one and listened carefully. Small, high pitched snoring. More than likely a child, female to be precise. Going to the next door, it placed an ear on the door. Silence. No snoring, no breathing sounds, no movement.

"Better not be walking in on grandma," the figure wispered as it slowly opened the door. Praying that its last thought wasn't reality, it opened its eyes and turned to close the door. Turning on the lights revealed the room to be a bathroom. "Awsome."

Feeling blood drip off a few fingers, the figure checked the floor and saw a small trail of blood on the floor. It started to panic a little, so it opened the door a without a thought of care. The trail of blood started at the door of the young one. "Shit."

Carelessly it closed the door but accidentally leaving it slightly ajar. It opened the medecine cabinet so fast not even a glimpse of the figure's face or even the figure itself. It sifted through the cabinet for something useful. Little did it know, the noise it was making woke someone up, or rather somepony.

The door slowly creaked open, the figure oblivious to this as it was looking through the cabinet. A small yellow pony slowly peeked through the gap in the door. The pony had a somewhat messy mane (she just woke up) with a big red bow in it and big orange eyes. The small pony sleepily looked up at what was causing the commotion and what she saw shocked her to no end.

Standing over the sink and sifting through the medicine cabinet was a human. The human stood tall over the sink, left arm dripping in blood. The sink had red streaks and the floor had a dotted trail that leads out the door. The human wore a long, yet slim fitting, horizontally striped shirt with ripped black sleeves, ripped pants, and a pair of steel toed boots.

The filly squeaked in fear and started to back up. The figure perked up and turned around. The young one froze seeing the figures neon blue eyes. The human had short black hair with the sides shaved, a. The filly just stood there.

"Oh, hello," the human said in a somewhat deep voice indicating it was male. He turned to the filly and knelt down to her. "I am Chansa, but I preffer Chance. And who might you be?"

The young filly only squee'd in fear. Chance chuckled a little, "Squee, huh? Well since you're here, do you know where the bactine or rubbing alcohol is? I kinda slipped and cut my arm not too far from here." He went back to the cabinet and the young pony was gunna answer but was interrupted, "Oh wait, found some." The human pulled out a bottle of clear liquid and started pouring it on the wound. The high pH level liquid burned like hell on the wound and made the human grunt slightly in pain, but it was necessary. The look of fear on the filly's face made her eyes take up most of her head space as she stared at the human before her. Said human took some toilet paper and started wrapping the wound and pouring a little bit of the alcohol over the area covering the wound and kept wrapping.

"That's better," chance said satisfied moving the wrapped arm around. "Now," he turned to the filly, "what are you doing up? You were asleep when I past your room."

Fear stricken the filly gulped audibly and shakily said, in a southern accent, "A-a-ah heard al-lot of n-noise fr-om here, s-so Ah came to see w-what was c-causing it." Chance smiled sheepishly as he started to clean up the blood on the sink and floor.

"Sorry about that. I panicked when I realized I left a trail of blood," Cance said. He put some toilet paper on the tip of his boot and started to mop the floor of blood. He smiled reassuringly at the filly, "Don't worry, I'll be sure to clean it up and be on my way." He patted the filly's head as he whiped the floor with his foot. Closing the cabinet and turning off the lights, Chance left the bathroom with the young pony, leading her into her room. "Go on, get back to sleep." The young pony climbed back into bed. The human frowned and gestured to the pony's bed, "Oh come on, I didnt have like this when I was your age." the young filly looked at Chance with an odd expression.

"Y'all didnt have a bed where y'all are from?" she asked, already under the covers.

Realizing what the question means, the human shook his head and said, "I did but nothing like the one you have, but i digress. I should be on my way." Chanc opened the window and turned to the young pony. "Thank you for the disinfectant, Squee." He climbed out the window only hanging from the frame with his elbows."And sorry for waking you."

The younge one nodded a little and realized what the human had called her. "Wait, my name isnt 'Squee', It's App..." A thud was heard from outside, indicating that Chance had left. "lebloom.." Ahe siged and turned to her side. "Ah'm going back to bed."

Chance only mamaking it back to the orchard only to stop suddenly in his tracks. An epiphany dawned upon him, making him double take at the farmhouse he just left. "Was that a horse i was just talking to? And did she talk back?" he asked around at the orchard,he asked the one question any normal person would ask when realizing they're in a strange place, "Where am I?"