I woke with a moan when something hard gently poked me in the side. I opened my eyes to find a left forehoof gently prodding me. Said forehoof was attached to a cute yellow pony staring at me.

"Are you OK?" the pony asked. Judging by its voice I could tell that it was a mare. "Um, I'm, uh, fine..." I trailed off. I looked into her deep teal eyes. Teal eyes! The way they glitter in the moonlight . Great. Now I sound like a poetic sap. I quickly shook my head and snapped out of it. Wait a minute. This thing may be hostile. I quickly drew out my sword, Anaklusmos, and pointed it straight at the pony's neck.

"Eep!" she shrieked.I didn't quite trust her, but I don't I slowly lowered the Celestial bronze blade. "Where am I?" I demanded. I should probably be more diplomatic and gentle with the shy looking pony, but you never know. She gave me a quizzical look. She then said slowly,

"You're in Ponyville."

Ponyville? Am I in some little girl's fantasy? At the confused expression I must have had, she then asked,

"You aren't from around here, are you?"

"No, I guess not."

"Where are you from, then?"

"Manhattan."

She looked puzzled for a moment, then her expression brightened.

"Oh, you must mean Manehattan."

"No, I mean Manhattan."

I stood up and looked at my surroundings. I was in a open space of grass, with a dark forest directly behind me. There was a cottage about a quarter mile away, and more buildings further ahead. The mare shrieked in surprise. I looked at her.

"What?" I asked.

"Y-Y-" she stammered.

"What is it?" I was beginning to get annoyed with the mare.

"You're not a pony."

"No, I'm a person." The pony looked confused.

"Aka, human, homosapien... No?" Maybe I'm farther away from home than I thought.

"I'll see Twilight tomorrow, maybe she knows more about you." She said that more to herself than to me. I wondered who this Twilight was. Then she decided to speak again.

"Anyways, um, until then, I guess you can... stay here," the pony offered.

"Um, okay," I agreed. I didn't exactly trust the pony, but she seemed hospitable enough. Besides, even if something does in fact go wrong, I always have Riptide. "My cottage is right over there," she said softly. I've never heard of ponies living in houses, but that's okay. Hey, for all I know, there could be wild potatoes eating frogs around here!

"We can go now, but, um, whatever you want to do is fine."

"Well, it's your house, so, uh, lead the way." You know what? This may be one of the most awkward conversations I have had in my entire life.

"Um, okay. My name is Fluttershy, by the way."

No way. That just makes too much sense. Flutter- SHY?! Well, best be polite.

"I'm Percy. Percy Jackson."