Chapter One:

Revelation

Disclaimer: I do not own My Little Pony it belongs to Hasbro, Lauren Faust and whoever else owns it.

The streets were quiet, as it usually was during this time of day. One young man walking home from a long day of work sighed quietly as he made his way towards an old apartment building. The structure itself seemed unstable; the city refused to fix up the building, despite the fact that some people still lived there. The occupants of said building had repeatedly complained to city hall that the building needed to be repaired, but they were told that they would have to pay for the renovations out of their own pockets. The complaints immediately stopped after that.

The man approached the building and pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and used it to unlock the door. He stepped inside and quickly glanced back before closing the door. Had he looked a bit closer, he would have seen the black car parked outside the apartment, with two men inside staring at him intently.

"Is that him?" whispered one man.

"Yes. Let's go."

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The man crashed onto his sofa with a sigh. Another long day at work, and it hadn't been a good one. He screwed up with some orders and now he would have to work overtime tomorrow to make up for it. His boss hadn't looked too pleased with him either and he figured that the chances for him getting the promotion he had longed for were gone. The man grabbed a nearby remote control and turned on his television. As he watched the black and white screen shake and blur he sighed and thought to himself, I hate this job, I'm not making any money, and I'm living in this dump. What the hell am I gonna do... He was so deep into thought that he barely heard a faint knock on his door. He got up from his lying position on the sofa and started to walk to the door. Whoever was at the door knocked again, a bit louder this time.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, jeez..." he mumbled.

He opened the door and was surprised to find two tall men standing in front of him. They were wearing expensive looking black suits and ties, and they were both wearing black tinted glasses. He eyed both men carefully and he guessed that they were doing the same. The man on the left was taller and lankier than the man standing on the right. He had a simple hairstyle, with his black hair cut fairly short and perfectly done. The apartment tenant cringed when he saw that the tall man had a long pink scar that ran down from the top left of his forehead, through his sunglasses and down to his nose.

Ouch. Wonder how he got that...

The second man was a bit broader and seemed to have more muscles than his partner. His hair was also short, but seemed to be a bit messier than his partner's, with a few loose hairs sticking out. In his hand he carried a black suitcase with a large lock holding it closed.

All three men stared at each other for some time, before the tall man in the suit cleared his throat and asked in a flat voice, "Mr. Walker, I presume?"

The man looked at him suspiciously and replied, "Yeah. That's my name. Who the hell are you guys? Cops?"

The tall man smiled slightly and extended his hand. "My name is Agent Tiller. My partner here is Agent Mudd. And I can assure you that we are not the cops nor are we affiliated with them."

Mr. Walker looked down at the agent's hand then back to his face. He kept staring and when he wouldn't make a move, the tall man, Agent Tiller, sighed and dropped his hand. "May we come in?"

The man shook his head and answered, "Not until you tell me what you guys want."

"We'll explain everything inside. It's a bit too dangerous to talk out here, so we need to talk inside.", the muscled agent, Agent Mudd ,explained in a dark voice.

Mr. Walker stood there and argued with himself inside his head. I can't let these guys in; I don't even know who they are. They don't look like people I should associate myself with. I think I should just close the door... but then again I need to know what they want...Yeah... I'll let 'em in but only to see what they want.

He sighed and stepped aside from the doorway to let both men in. "Come on in.", he said as he waved his hand toward his home.

"Thank you, Mr. Walker.", Agent Tiller said flatly. "We have much to talk about."

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Mr. Walker groaned as he tried to get up but instead, he felt that he couldn't move his arms and legs around. His head was throbbing, and his body hurt. He opened his eyes slowly and squinted when he saw a harsh white light bearing down on him from above.

"Wh-where..." he groaned. He tried to cover his eyes when he once again felt that he couldn't move his arms around. He peered down at them and he immediately jumped when he found them confined to the chair he was sitting on. He found that his legs had been confined in a similar fashion. He heard the beeping of machines around him as he struggled to clear his mind, which felt... blurry. He tried to look around but couldn't really make clear sense of his surroundings. However, he heard a familiar male voice to his right which cleared his mind slightly as he tried to recall where he had heard that voice from.

"Ah, you're awake, Mr. Walker" he heard it say.

His eyes snapped open as he recognized the voice and he turned to look at the source and was soon face to face of the tall Agent Tiller staring down at him. Even with the bright light he could still see the scar on the agent's face.

"What... what the hell..." the man mumbled. "T-Tiller?"

Agent Tiller stared at him. The man couldn't see the agent's eyes, since they were covered by black glasses. "Mr. Walker, how are you feeling?" he asked quietly.

"Like crap..." Mr. Walker answered. "What the hell am I doing here? Let me out..." he mumbled, his mind feeling blurry once again.

"Don't worry Mr. Walker.", the agent said calmly. "We are almost finished here. But we cannot continue until you are fully asleep."

"What are you doing to me?" the man asked the agent, with a slight hint of fear in his voice.

"I am sorry, but I cannot answer your questions as of yet.", he heard Tiller say. "But like I said before, we cannot continue until you are fully asleep."

"N-no... answer me... what are you doing to me?"

The agent looked down at his arm, and saw that he was wearing a fancy silver watch. Tiller shook his head looked at Mr. Walker with a hint of annoyance on his face. "We are behind schedule, Mr. Walker. Now we must finish this soon. I will answer your questions in time, but not yet. So if you don't mind Mr. Walker, we simply must finish this now. So please. Go. To. Sleep."

The man made as if to protest, when he felt a slight aching in his head. He started to feel tired as the throbbing in his head started to grow painful. His vision blurred and he felt his eyelids drooping.

"N-no..."

The last thing Mr. Walker saw before his vision went dark was the dark grin on Agent Tiller's face.

"Sweet dreams, Mr. Walker."

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Mr. Walker looked around him. It was almost completely dark, except for small patches of pale light that illuminated the area. From what could make out he was in some sort or cave, or mountain or something with a rocky terrain, if the large amount of boulders and rocks were anything to come by. In the back of his mind he had the strong urge to explore the area so he headed off in a random direction.

He continued stumbling around in the dark for what felt like an hour but stopped when he realized he had come to some sort of cliff. He stopped by the edge and peered down. It was a long drop, and he couldn't see the bottom. Seeing no way around it, he turned around and started to backtrack when he stopped moving. He frowned and tried walking again but his legs wouldn't move. He continued to struggle and attempt to move his legs but they felt heavy, like they were made of concrete. Suddenly he found his legs moving on their own, towards the edge of the cliff. He struggled, and fought to move back, but his legs wouldn't budge. His heart started racing as he neared the edge of the cliff. He was so close to falling now that if he looked down he could see the drop. His body froze and sweat dripped down his forehead as he waited there, wondering what would happen next. Suddenly he felt his body lurch forward, against his will, and he dropped into the abyss.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO—", he screamed at the top of his lungs as he fell towards the darkness.

Once again his vision started dimming and he started to lose consciousness. Before he blacked out, he could have sworn he heard someone something laughing cynically at him.

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Twilight walked across the dirt path along the forest that lead to Fluttershy's home. The pink maned pegasus had asked the purple unicorn to help her feed some gophers that she had found near the Everfree Forest. According to Fluttershy, she found them when looking for some native herbs that grew around the forest. The gophers were apparently starving and in need of some serious medical attention so she immediately took them to her cottage where she nursed them back to health.

"Just like Fluttershy to help those in need. She's always so nice. No wonder she's the Element of Kindness." Twilight smiled as she thought of the countless animals that Fluttershy is and had taken care of.

Twilight was quite fond of animals herself and she could along with them almost as well as Fluttershy. Except for snakes. She couldn't get along with those, even if she could stop herself from screaming and running in the opposite direction. She paused and winced when she thought of her experience with the slithering reptiles during a previous Winter Wrap Up. She shook her head and continued on her way.

As Twilight neared Fluttershy's home, she realized that she was also getting closer to the Everfree Forest . She decided to keep her distance. She just had too many bad experiences with that place - from that fiasco with the Poison Jokes to falling down a cliff to almost certain doom. She only ever went in that place when she wanted to visit Zecora or to gather some plants that she needed for her studies.

Twilight was so deep in thought about her experiences in Everfree Forest as she trotted forward, that she didn't notice the large tree that stood in her way. Her train of thought was broken when she felt a sharp pain on her head that left her seeing stars.

Oh...look... Orion's belt... she mumbled in her thoughts.

It took her a moment to figure out what happened, but when she did she berated herself for not paying attention to what was in front of her. The purple unicorn tried to walk back when she noticed that her horn had gotten lodged in the tree's bark. Feeling that it was firmly stuck, she placed all four of her legs on the wood as she attempted to get free. She pushed with all her strength and started to feel her horn coming loose. After much effort, she heard a loud pop emanate from the tree and her body was sent flying into some grass nearby.

Twilight groaned and got up. She rubbed her horn to make sure it was alright. Feeling that it didn't hurt, she started to walk back to Fluttershy's home when she heard some faint sounds coming from behind her. She turned around slowly and found that the sounds were originating behind some bushes. The purple maned unicorn cautiously approached the bushes as the sounds got louder. She placed both hooves on the foliage; ready to pull it apart and reveal what was behind it as she thought, Don't be snakes. PLEASE don't be snakes. However when pulled apart the bushes, she found something she hadn't expected.

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"Ugh...", Mr. Walker groaned as he rubbed his head. It still hurt. What happened? The last thing I remember is... falling...down a cliff...

His eyes were still closed but he could feel that he was on something soft. A bed, maybe? Mmm...this feels nice...

He moved around a bit, enjoying the softness of whatever he was laying on, when he started to slowly open his eyes. He wasn't sure where he was but he was pretty surprised when he observed his surroundings. It was a library, no doubt about it. There were books EVERYWHERE, and there were a bunch of them scattered on the floor, some in piles. There was a staircase nearby leading down and there were some books cluttered on and around it.

This place is a mess, he thought to himself.

He wasn't sure where he was, or how he got here. He looked down noticed that he was in a bed, just like he thought and there was a blanket wrapped over the lower half of his body. He tried to think back, but he couldn't remember much. All he remembered was that nightmare he had. He flinched as he remembered the feeling of falling down a cliff, into the abyss. He started muttering to himself when he heard footsteps coming from the staircase.

His heart skipped a beat. He wasn't alone. Of course I'm not alone, idiot. I couldn't have gotten here by myself. He braced himself as he heard the steps from the staircase getting louder. His mind raced a mile a minute. Are they dangerous? Do they want to beat me up? Interrogate me? KILL me? But... wait... if they wanted me dead they would've done it already... He continued staring at the staircase as he saw the figure's shadow getting larger. The shadow looked human but something about it was shaped weird. He couldn't really make out what the figure looked like from its shadow, so he kept waiting.

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Spike was at the library, sleeping, when Twilight burst in the front door. He literally fell of his basket at the unexpected intrusion and he frantically tried to think of a reason why he was sleeping when he should've been cleaning.

"Oh! Twilight! ...I was just... uh... I-I... was uh, reading a... book?", was his well-thought out excuse.

Spike saw that Twilight seemed distraught, in a panic even. He was about to ask her what was going on when she told him to get her bed fixed up. He didn't object, seeing the look on her face. He had gotten the bed fixed up and ready pretty quickly. He hoped she wouldn't mind that the library was a mess. It looked like a small cyclone had come in and trashed the place. Luckily she seemed too caught up in whatever she was doing to notice. Spike sighed in relief.

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As the figure made it all the way up the staircase, the man's heart was pumping so fast, he thought he would have a heart attack. However the person that the man saw wasn't at all what he expected. In fact, the person wasn't even a person at all! In front of the staircase stood not a human, but a small, purple dragon. He had green spines coming out his head and it was standing on its two rear legs. It seemed to be carrying a small tray of... cookies... and... milk? If the man thought that was weird enough, he was seriously caught off guard when the dragon started to speak.

"Hey, uh... you alright?", it asked, when it saw the panicked look on the guest's face.

The man opened his mouth and attempted to speak, but only a light squeak came out. The dragon took a step closer and the man pointed a hoof at the dragon and stammered, "Y-you're a dragon! A talking dragon!"

Wait. Hoof.

The man's eyes widened as he looked down at his hands, except they weren't hands. They were hooves. Blue hooves. He quickly pulled the cover off his legs, expecting the worst. Well, he got it. Instead of feet, were two more blue hooves. His vision started getting blurry and he was faintly aware that he was breathing really fast.

"Are you OK?", the dragon asked again, when he noticed the blue pony had begun to hyperventilate.

Spike took another step towards the hysterical pony but before the dragon's foot could even reach the floor, he saw the blue pony sigh before closing his eyes and passing out. Spike stood there, stunned, trying to figure out what just happened. After a while the small dragon shook his head and scratched it.

"What was that all about?", he asked himself before proceeding to eat the cookies on the tray he was holding.

To be continued...