I shall introduce myself as Mathamaniac, and I am, at this time, a 14 year old Earth pony that was born and lives in Ponyville. My father, Zaenon, gave me this name hoping it would represent me as the mathematician he wants me to be in the future. My fur colour is a blue that my father described as Plasma Blue, with him also stating that it has a hex value of #3daee9. The colour of my eyes are a yellow that my father says is Sunbeam Yellow, with a hex of #c9ce3b. The colour of my mane and tail is a grey described as Cardboard Grey by my father, bearing the hex of #eff0f1. Unlike most ponies, my mane doesn't really have much of a shape, so it simply curves down due to gravity and is completely symmetrical, and has a length of exactly 0.35 metres. My tail has a similar shape, or rather a lack of one, as it simply curves down with gravity's assistance. My mother, Trixie, apparently gave me the nickname "Stormcloud", which was barely related to my appearance since nimbostratus clouds appear grey since they block more light, and water appears blue in large quantities. Without any justification needed, it can be assumed that I'm a Mary Sue. Even then, I don't have a cutie mark, which was unusual since I am over the average age a pony gets their cutie mark.
It is 12 November 2015, 6:00 AM on the human Georgian calendar and 12-hour clock respectively. I wake up finding myself on my back, before I proceed to rotate myself so my hooves are touching the mattress, moving my blanket out of the way in the process. While my mattress had a simple white colour, the blanket that covered me had a white colour, and an unusual amount of mathematical equations on it, which were of a black colour. I start to "crawl" off of my bed, leaving my hooves on the wood that is my bedroom's floor. After this point, it felt like something was off, yet I was unable to see what it was. I simply ignored it, thinking it was just that I didn't have enough sleep. After that, I walk up to my door, which was made out of wood like the bedroom floor. I then put my hoof on the knob, rotating it in order to open the door. The door itself made a creaking sound as it opened. I then walk out of the door into the hallway, stepping on its wooden floor. Next to my bedroom door was my father's bedroom door, with a "Z" clearly carved into it.
"The great and powerful Trixie has prepared breakfast for you, Stormcloud." Trixie, who is my mother, called at me by my nickname. Right after I heard that, I started walking into the kitchen, which was at the end of the hallway. When I got in the kitchen, I saw that Trixie's "breakfast" was simply an apple. This never surprises me, since every time she makes breakfast, it is almost always that. I started walking around the table that was in the way to reach my breakfast. The relatively low friction from the kitchen's tiled floor made this slightly more difficult, since there is a slightly higher chance of slipping. When I was closest to my breakfast, I took the apple with my hoof, brought it to my mouth, and took a bite out of it, and then rotate it, and I repeat the last two actions I have done until the apple had a shape that was roughly a hyperboloid of one sheet. After that I threw the eaten apple into the nearest waste container that was in the kitchen.
"Thank you for making breakfast, mother," I said to Trixie. "I want to ask a question. Why is it that you refer to me as 'Stormcloud', when everypony else refers to me by my actual name, 'Mathamaniac'?"
"That was because of your appearance, Stormcloud," Trixie answered to my question. "The great and powerful Trixie never told you this before, but I have to your father." I couldn't help but feel as if there was a more elaborate reason as to why she gave me that nickname. Her reason just seems to be a single fraction as to why I was nicknamed "Stormcloud".
"Besides," I started to ask Trixie. "why do you consider yourself to be "great and powerful" even after my father overpowered you exactly 1 year, 4 months, 19 days, 3 hours, and 43 minutes before I was born?"
"It is because the great and powerful Trixie is a magician," Trixie started answering me. "and they have travelled to many parts of Equestria, before they were married to Zaenon, and moved here. Even after that, the great and powerful Trixie still travels around Equestria."
The door to Zaenon's door opens, making a similar creaking noise to the one that many wooden doors make. Zaenon walks out of his room, showing his Ubuntu orange fur. The stallion's mane and tail were a grey colour, albeit darker than mine. His eyes were of a Canonical aubergine. Zaenon steps into the hallway, and starts walking to the kitchen. Every time he took a step, the familiar sound of hooves stepping on the floor was audible. It took only a few seconds until he finally entered the kitchen, looking at both Trixie and I next to each other. At that point I took notice of his pseudo-horn he had made to use his magic, which was unusual for an Earth pony like him. Even today I wonder why he is able to do it, but not any other Earth ponies.
"Good morning to you Mathamaniac and Trixie," Zaenon greeted both of us. "You already made the same thing for breakfast so many times that half the time, I expect you took and apple and called it 'breakfast'."
"Yes. The great and powerful Trixie almost always takes an apple and calls it 'breakfast' when she makes it," Trixie responded to Zaenon. Both him and I were unsurprised by this.
"What is the trouble of making an actual breakfast then?" Zaenon asked Trixie. "Seriously, I've seen you do it approximately 4% of the time. And when you make other meals, you don't fall into the habit of 'making breakfast a single apple'—you actually go as far as to making cakes. And that's not considering the fact that our species, as odd as it seems, is technically omnivor―"
"Calm down, Zaenon," Trixie interrupts him mid-rant. She looks at me. "Trixie's deeply apologises for all this. You may leave if you like, Stormcloud."
"Alright then, mother," I responded. After I said that, I started heading off to the living room. One I got there, I started to put my "backpack" on. The first thing I did was sit down on the wooden floor of the living room, since the design for this "backpack" apparently demands that an Earth pony sits while putting it on. Then, I grabbed the backpack itself with my hooves, which essentially was a white drawstring bag with some mathematical equations printed on it in black. After that, I took the white straps of the backpack and wrapped them tightly around my back, connecting the ends by a hook and loop fastener. Finally, I rotated it so that the "backpack" was on the right side of my body.
At 7:50 AM on the 12-hour clock, I arrive at my school—Ponyville Middle School to be exact. It was founded exactly 5 years, 3 months, and 12 days after I was born because Ponyville Schoolhouse became a primary school. Back to Ponyville Middle School, the building itself had a flat roof, as well as the walls of the building being made out of brick, with windows on that wall in an orderly fashion. The door in the middle of the visible wall had a curved top, and like most doors in Ponyville, was made out of wood. The building itself was actually about 30 times as large as the Ponyville Schoolhouse, which was intended in order to accommodate the large amount of classrooms it had. However, this isn't the only part of the school, as there was also a gym and even a track.
I start walking to the door before I suddenly stop halfway to that same feeling I had after I woke up. It seemed as if it had gotten stronger, and this time, I was able to tell that it was internal. At this point, ignoring it was nearly impossible, since it persisted regardless. Despite that, I continued to approach the door, making loud hoofsteps on the way. When I reached the door, I put my hoof on the knob, rotated my hoof and the knob with it, and opened the door. After I have done that, I walk into the building, putting my four hooves on its wooden floor. The door closed behind me, making almost no sound in the process. I quickly ran off to my mathematics class, which happens to be the closest classroom to the school's entrance, and my first quarter class. Once I enter, I again abruptly stop, but this time to greet my maths teacher, Trigonomeria.
"Good morning, Miss Trigonomeria!" I greeted Trigonomeria. She is a unicorn that whose fur is of a black colour, and her mane and tail had a solid white colour. Her cutie mark was a white trigonometric unit circle, suggesting that her special talent is trigonometry. She has already taught me this 1 year ago, and as of now she is focusing on teaching calculus.
"Well, good morning to you Mathamaniac," Trigonomeria greeted me back. "Please go to your seat." Right after she said that, I start heading to my assigned desk. Once I get there, I stepped onto the seat so that my four hooves were on it, rotated myself as to face my teacher, and sat down. Quickly after I did that, I quickly disconnect the strap of my backpack, then I proceed to take a feathered dip pen and a bottle of ink out of it and put the quill-dip pen and inkwell on my desk. Soon after, I put my backpack on the floor. A few of my classmates were staring at me, likely since I still don't have a cutie mark.
"Hey you!" Loveheld Care started to tease me. The pegasus colt's fur and wings were a neon red, while his mane and tail were of a neon green, and his eyes were a neon blue. His cutie mark was a green heart. "What takes you so long to get a cutie mark?" I simply ignore him, as they have done this many times before. It is as if he is trying to get my attention, but fails each time. Considering the name "Loveheld Care", it would suggest he is kind, but in this case, he seems to have went against what his personality would suggest he would do. In the meantime, Miss Trigonomeria took notice of the condition I had when I woke up this morning.
"Mathamaniac, are you alright?" Trigonomeria asked me with a frown on her muzzle, suggesting that she was worried about me. "Come on, explain what is wrong. Please be honest."
"Okay Miss Trigonomeria," I started answering her question. "Apparently, when I woke up, I felt strange—like I was not myself. Despite that, I passed the feeling on as just not getting enough sleep. Yet, when I got to the school, the feeling came back, and was impossible to ignore. No matter what I have done, it still persisted. Oddly enough, neither of my parents took notice of this, and yet, you did."
"Alright, Mathamaniac," Miss Trigonomeria responded. "Back to the rest of the class, we will be learning about differentiation. Before we begin, I will give a sample problem: if f is a function of x that is equivalent to 2x [f(x)=2x], what is f prime x [f'(x)]? If you know, please raise your hoof." Immediately after she finishes the last sentence, I put my hoof in the air.
"This one is easy," I started answering Trigonomeria's question. "It is 2, since the deriative of the a linear function is its slope, and I―AAAAHHHH!" My answer is interrupted by my screaming as I suddenly feel an intense pain in my forehead, as if something suddenly started growing there. The area itself was bleeding, as a red, viscous liquid I recognised as blood started flowing in front of my face from where the area of pain was. Soon after, I fall out of my chair, landing on the floor my side. Looking behind myself, I saw a pair of wings that were starting to grow, causing immense pain to me, and bleeding where they started growing. I was in a puddle of my own blood. All the other students as well as Miss Trigonomeria were staring at me, unsure of what to do.
"Please! Somepony help me!" I yelled for help. Miss Trigonomeria runs up to me, stepping in my blood.
"It's okay Mathamaniac," Trigonomeria started talking to me. "I will do something about this." After she said the last word in her sentence, I went unconscious.
_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_-'-_
I wake up in a white hospital bed. Taking a look to my left, I see a heart rate monitor, beeping every time my heart beats. While I was surprised to see such technology in this universe, what didn't surprise me were some bandages on my body. It was quite obvious as to why these were here—it was because of the incident that occured an unknown amount of time ago. To my right, I saw a bag containing red blood cells that was hanging on a circular metal hook, which in turn was on a metal pole. A translucent tube was coming out of the bag, with the other end inserted into my front-left leg.
The door to the room opens, revealing a Ubuntu orange stallion. I immediately identify him as my father—Zaenon to be precise. The stallion walks to me, with a worried look.
"Mathamaniac?" Zaenon checked if I was in a well enough condition to talk to me. Apparently, he decided to visit me in the hospital. "I don't know how this happened. From what I know, it was likely an overload of magic in your body, but I cannot prove that. What I do know, however, is that when you were born, you had an unusually high amount of magic—about as much as I did. As you aged, that magic increased in strength and amount. I knew it was only a matter of time before something unexpected was to happen.
"The incident itself happened on 8:02 AM on 12 November 2015. Your maths teacher, Miss Trigonomeria, took you to the nearest hospital in the quickest amount of time possible, and then alerted Trixie and I about the incident. Unsurprisingly, the school continued operations as normal after that incident. Unfortunately however, news about this incident ended up getting circulated all over Equestria. Some of these news articles just so happen to have hilariously bad titles such as 'Random Event in Ponyville Middle School'."―Zaenon's voice lowers down in tone―"Aside from the article titles, the distribution all around Equestria worries me, since the princesses might hear about it."
"Zaenon," I started to ask him something. "how long has it been since that incident?"
"Right now, it is 4:00 PM on 16 November 2015," Zaenon started to answer my question. "The exact amount of time is 4 days, 7 hours, and 58 minutes."
"Father," I said, worried about my condition, "when will I be in good condition to leave this hospital?"
"Considering the work the doctors have done so far and what they have said to me about your condition, you will be able to leave this place in 1 day," Zaenon said as an answer to my question. "However, I want you to see something—yourself to be exact." Zaenon looks around the room for something. He notices a large mirror on the ground, and proceeds to use a form of magic on it with his false horn. An orange aura surrounded the mirror. Shortly after that, the mirror started moving to me. It stopped moving when there was a distance of exactly 2 metres between me and the mirror. The aura disappears, but the mirror stays in place.
"Yes, I brought this mirror with me," Zaenon claimed. "The only reason why I brought it with me was so you could look at yourself." Shortly after the last word in his sentence, I look to the mirror. The reflection on it surprised me. From what I could tell from the reflection, I noticed there was a pair of wings located close to my withers with the same Plasma Blue colour as my fur, and a horn of the same colour on my forehead. I was lying down on the bed still, too weak to get off of it at the moment.
"It is unusual that such a sudden change could happen," I discuss my thoughts to Zaenon about these events and my transformation. "There should have been no possibility of such event, considering the fact that a pony is likely to die in such an event. But I am still alive, recovering from the blood loss and other things caused by said event."
"Mathamaniac," Zaenon started to tell me something. "it is best that you get some more rest, alright?" I quickly go back to sleep, closing my eyes as I stop thinking about the incident.