It's been two years.

Two years since I died. That is, if you look at it from my parents' point of view.
They don't know what happened. Truth is, neither do I. It just kind of happened. I poofed.
Let me start fom the beginning.

It all started about two years ago in my time. Well, to be more accurate, it's been two years since I "poofed". It was the day my first year of high school ended, and darn it, i was happy! I took my last bus home and got to the door. Then I remembered my friend was getting off at my stop too and turned around to see him standing right behind me. "Uh, hi there..." He was standing way too close while somehow keeping a serious stare fixed on me. "I can't keep a straight face!" he said as he jumped back laughing. Before I walked in the door after Mous, I looked on the horizon and I saw some pretty dark storm clouds rolling in. My parents had left for the weekend, they'd be home on monday and it was friday. Mous would be spending the night at my house until then.

Once we were inside we fished our laptops out of our bags and droppred the bags to the floor, left untouched until Monday, when my parents got home. We sat down in the living room and turned on the Xbox and set it to play Season 3 of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. We knew it would all be released onto Netflix that day and were celebrating the end of school with it. As soon as it started up, we pulled out our laptops and started reading fanfics (4th wall broken!) and listening to MLP-based music. We had an awesome pony-themed night planned. At around eight o'clock, on the seventh episode, the storm came in full force. We were worried that the internet would go down and all of our "pony happiness" would stop right there.

We couldn't have been more wrong.

The lightning and thunder had been getting closer for the past half hour or so, until we saw it strike very close to my house. "Eep!" Both me and Mous got pretty startled when we saw it. But even more surprising was the fact that the internet had actually gotten faster. Then, as soon as we sat back down, two things happened at the exact same moment. One, there was a HUGE lightning strike that hit the power cable just out the window that supplied the internet, and it shattered that window. Two, all of the working screens and speakers started blasting static. What was weird about the static is that it was pink and purple instead of black and white. Then a second lightning strike, this one was a distinctive purple-blue type color, hit the same spot, and the light and sound worked like a supercharged flashbang grenade.

"Ohhhhhh..." I groaned as i tried to sit up, still feeling numb and hazy from the shock I apparently got. I looked down and could just make out grass below me. I looked around and saw I was in a field...somewhere. I rubbed my eyes and realized i couldn't feel my fingers, well mostly because HOLY MOTHER OF BUBBLES I DIDN'T HAVE FINGERS OH MY GOD WHY WHAT THE- I was cut off by the second realization that i actually had hooves. I thought:"Well that explains that...WAIT NO IT DOESN'T." I could barely breathe. "Maybe I'm having a dream while I'm in the hospital or something." I thought. "Hmmm..." *pinch* "Ow." *PINCH* "OW! Nope. Not a dream". "Okay," I thought. "Let's take a look around." I look behind me and the first thing I see is the charred plastic of my laptop. That was my LAPTOP. I stood up entirely too fast, and I got the worst case of lightheadedness I have ever had. My brain just stopped right there and I fell to the ground, unconscious once more.

When I woke up I found myself immediately stunned by blinding lights and collective shouts of "He's waking up!". I heard one specific voice say in a soothing tone, "Please, quiet down and will somepony please dim the lights? You'll make him pass out again." I thought "Nice try, but you'll have to be louder than that." As if on cue, the talking stopped altogether. In addition, someone dimmed the lights. I was still confused as to the use of the word "somepony", but that will have to wait. My vision began to return, and so did my lightheadedness as i tried to sit up. I was instantly confused at the sight of the multicolored crowd of quadrupeds. "What."

The smooth voice returned once more from the back of what seemed to be a hospital room saying, "Now, may I get to the patient?" The crowd instantly parted down the middle to reveal what looked like a godess in pony form. "Now, can you tell me your name?" I closed my dropped jaw and shook my head without thinking. I then thought about it and realized I didn't know who I was. "Can you talk?" She asked with visible concern. "Yes, a little...ah...stunned." She seemed like she calmed down a little. "Okay, that's good. You had a pretty bad looking head injury when you were brought here." I feel my head and find a bandage wrapped around my head. I also remind myself "Oh yeah, i have hooves now." in my head. I was keeping my cool pretty well despite the circumstances. "Rest some more, later I will return to ask you a few questions." the godesslike pony said. I nodded, thinking "That's the best idea I've heard all day." as I drifted off again.

I woke up a few hours later to the sound of a loud gasp. I immediately sit up and find I'm looking down, way down on a pony nurse who was sitting on the floor, jaw dropped, with a food tray on the floor next to her. "What? What's wrong?" I ask. "W-What are y-you?" She was pointing her hoof at me. I was getting confused. I look down and my jimmies become rustled. "What?! Hands again?! Make up your mind!" I yell at nobody in particular. The nurse's jimmies were obviously rustled at what I was, and even more at my outburst. She squeaked and ran out of the room as fast as she could. "Great. Now I have to deal with this problem." And so I decided on waiting in bed for another doctor to come in so I could explain. Well, maybe I was just still tired. A few minutes later, after seeing nobody in the hallway for the past minute or so, I saw a head start to creep around the corner. I thought I would try to be calmer this time, as to not scare away the only people, well, ponies I knew. Though I knew talking ponies weren't normal, nothing seemed wrong about them. So I gave them the nicest attitude I could manage. "Hello, how are you?" I asked the creeping pony, that seemed to have pillows tied to him and a saucepan on his head. He was startled at my greeting, but met it anyway. "G-Good, how are y-you?" He said hesitantly. "I'm fine, thanks for asking!" I said with a smile. He stopped shaking and seemed to calm down, and it took him a little while, but he returned the smile. "This could turn out well." I thought optimistically. "Who knows, I may even make a few friends here, wherever "here" is."

After we talked and he made sure I wasn't going to hurt anyone, he said, "Wait here." "Okay, sure" I said. He walked out of the room and returned a minute later with a few other ponies, including the larger, godesslike one, and this time, I saw she had four guards. Two split off and stood on either side of my bed, while the other two stayed at her side. "Excuse me, but could you tell me what's going on?" I asked as politely as I could. "Well, it seems my next question for you would be ineffective, seeing as you don't know what's happening any more than we do. Oh well. Moving on from that, do you know where the pony that was in this bed went?" She asked, mirroring my attitude. "Speaking." I said as simply as possible. She looked taken aback by my statament. "What? How?" She looked very confused. I thought a simple answer would be best. "I have no idea, but it was me that was in this bed earlier." She still looked confused, but a little more understanding. "Well then. when you're feeling better, I'd like for you to visit me. I'm sure one of these nice ponies can tell you how to get there if you don't know."

The other ponies in the room froze, mouths open at that offer. "I'd be happy to. Since I don't know who I am, where I am, and what I am, I think I need someone to talk to." She looked like she felt sorry for me. "Oh, I didn't think your injury was that bad, I'm sorry." I came right back with, "You have nothing to be sorry for. But I do remember one thing. I think I was with somebody else when it happened. Did someone else get brought in?" I asked. "Yes, he's just in the next room." She said with a smile, glad I remembered something. I looked down, about to get up, when I noticed I didn't have clothes on under the blanket. "Hold on, let me fix this." The large pony tilted her head to one side, questioning my actions. "Where I come from, it is wrong to have this section of your body completely uncovered in public. Since I'm so used to that, I'll feel quite uncomfortable if I don't." She looked understanding once more. "That's fine, we can get you clothes made later." I was relieved nobody thought it was strange. We arrived in the next room and I saw not my friend, but another pony, but I felt that this was indeed my friend. He was a reddish-orange pony with orange mane and tail and...wings? Whoa.