(c) 2014 The master of the game
I DO NOT OWN MY LITTLE PONY: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC.
Episode 1
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My name is Sakura.
Everyone deserves a chance
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Nothing happens without a reason
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The path you take is yours to choose
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You create your own destiny.
Everything is black. Far away, a baby can be heard crying. A feminine voice yells at something or someone. A deep voice speaks, but it can barely be heard.
"...Let go... Give ... back..."
The feminine voice begins to cry as well. Pots shatter. Footsteps are leaving the room. The feminine voice speaks.
"NOOOOO! MY..."
The black starts to swirl.
In a teenager boy's room, an alarm clock was ringing. The teenager in question woke up, causing the blankets to fall to the ground. He was covered with sweat. He put his hand to his forehead to wipe the sweat away. He then looked at his alarm clock.
"WHAT! ALREADY!? DAMMIT, I'M GONNA BE LATE!"
The boy got out of his bed, quickly picked up the blankets and put them back on his bed so he could make it. Once he was done, he quickly grabbed his uniform's pants, put them on backwards, realised his mistake and took them off to put them back on, but this time facing the proper direction.
Once his pants were properly on, he grabbed his uniform's shirt and headed for the bathroom. In the bathroom, he threw his shirt on the counter and looked at his face in the mirror. He looked at his short-and-always-messy brown hair, at his blue eyes that looked more like grey, at his two-days-old beard that was actually a month old and at the scar that ran from the middle of his forehead to his right cheek, crossing his right eye in the process.
The teenager let out a sigh. He opened the drawer on his right and took his toothbrush out, as well as some toothpaste. Oh, and by the way, the teenager boy is me.
"Hurry up Noah, or you'll be late for school!" My dad called from downstairs.
I shook my head and put down my toothbrush. I stuck my head out in the corridor and answered him.
"Coming, Dad!"
I quickly put on my shirt, made a quick detour through my room to grab a pair of socks, then I ran down the stairs into the living room. I then quickly went in the dining room and sat down, my breakfast already on the table.
"Slept well?" Dad asked me.
I nodded as I quickly ate breakfast.
"Bye Dad! See ya tomorrow!" I said before I ran to the front door where my shoes and my school bag were waiting.
I am Noah White, a sixteen-year-old teenager, and I live with my older brother and my father. The school I go to is almost a private school, accepting only intelligent kids. It is mostly a high school, but there is also an Elementary school that opened up recently. I am in tenth grade. Next year, I will be in eleventh grade, and it will be my graduation year.
My father is John White. He is a university teacher and a researcher. He is an astronomer, and his researches are mostly about stars and planets. My brother's name is Markus White. He is twenty-one, but he still lives with me and our father.
I think that's enough information about my family for now, so let's go back to what I was doing. Once my shoes were on, I opened the door, went out and closed the door. I grabbed my helmet that I conveniently put on the concrete wall of the porch, put it on and secured it, and grabbed my bicycle. I pedaled down the driveway and onto the street, where I took a left turn and headed towards the shortcut I discovered.
I went as fast as I could. The trees and cars passed by me quickly. Ahead, I saw the park, and my best friend waiting for me. His name is Anthony Farnsworth, and he is the same age as me. He saw me and hopped on his own bicycle. I passed him, but he quickly caught up. We went through the park, weaving around the few people who were in the park.
"So?"
I looked at Tony, completely lost.
"What are you talking about, Tony?"
"The dream. Do I need to explain that to you?"
"No. There's just nothing to say. It still is the same. And I still wake up sweating."
Tony frowned. After a few seconds of thinking, he opened his eyes. He shook his head.
"Sorry Noah, but I can't think of anything to stop that blocking."
"It's okay."
I looked up and I saw the tower of the school. I pedaled faster, increasing my speed. Tony also pedaled faster. We left the park and stopped in front of the school gates. I got down of my bicycle and I put it with the other bicycles. I locked it, and I headed for my locker, Tony close behind.
I ran towards my classroom, almost out of breath. I stopped in front of the door, panting. I took a few deep breaths, then I opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind me. No one. I went to my desk and put my bag on the floor under it, and I began cleaning the blackboard. While I did it, I thought about my dream.
It wasn't the first time I had that dream. I tried to understand it, but all my attempts have failed miserably. I am sure it is something important about me, but I still can't figure it out.
The door opened, which snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly finished my chores, then I wrote the date on the blackboard. I put the chalk down and I went to sit at my desk to wait for the beginning of class.
The door opened on our teacher, Mr. Thompson. He walked to his desk and put his bag down beside it.
"Hi class."
"Hi Mr. Thompson." We all said like a chorus.
"Before we start the day, I want to introduce you a new student. She just moved in from Tokyo, so be kind to her."
A few students laughed, making Mr. Thompson frown. The door then opened on a girl with long pink hair. She was wearing our school uniform. She walked in shyly, and went to Mr. Thompson's side. Meanwhile, he wrote her name on the blackboard.
"Her name is Sakura Kobayashi." He then looked around the classroom for an empty desk. "There is a seat beside Noah."
Sakura then walked to her new desk and quickly took out her books and pencils. I looked at her for a few seconds before turning my head towards the window. She had big golden brown eyes, and combined with her pink hair, she looked like she was out of an anime series. Mr. Thompson then began the first lesson of the day.
"Everyone, take out your history book and open it to page..."
The class let out a collective moan, then I drifted away into my thoughts. I thought about my dream, and I tried to understand more of what was said. Suddenly, I heard something hit my desk. I looked up to see Mr. Thompson with a meter-long ruler hitting my desk. He shook his head and continued the lesson.
The bell signaling the lunch hour rang. Everyone closed his or her books and headed to either the cafeteria or the schoolyard. I picked up my money and began to walk towards the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw Tony with a big smile on his face.
"Thinking about the new girl? She's perfect for you."
"Quit it, Tony. I was thinking about my dream. And what makes you say she's perfect for me?"
"She is anime-ish. It must take a lot of time to dye her hair."
"Actually, it is my natural hair color." A girl's voice said from behind Tony and I.
We both froze on the spot. I shook my head and turned around to face Sakura. Something then shone around Sakura's neck. It was a pendant shaped like a flower. A cherry blossom to be exact.
"My name is Noah White, and this idiot here is my friend Anthony Farnsworth, but we all call him Tony."
"I am Kobayashi Sakura. Pleased to meet you." She said as she bowed slightly.
"Quick question like that. Why did you say your family name before your actual everyday name?" Tony asked.
I punched him on the shoulder, which made Sakura snicker.
"It is the way we say names in Japan."
"Okay. Nice necklace by the way."
"Thanks."
"Noah, I think I have a way to stop your dream. Just come and watch My Little Pony with me and my little sister."
"I prefer to keep my dream rather than watch Technicolor ponies talk about friendship. So keep your Brony propaganda to yourself."
I walked out of the classroom, followed by Tony and Sakura. Sakura then cleared her throat.
"Is it okay if I eat with the two of you?"
"Sure." I answered as I kept walking towards the cafeteria.
I sat down with my tray containing today's menu: something that looked disgusting they dared to call soup, a ridiculously small piece of meat that was cold and looked like cardboard, and a pretty-but-probably-toxic cake. Sakura was sitting in front of me with her lunchbox open in front of her, and its content made me even more hungry.
I gulped and began to eat my soup. It tasted better than it looked. Tony was eating what his mom cooked for him while he talked about ideas for a My Little Pony episode. I didn't really listen to what Tony said as I was focusing on Sakura's reactions.
Ever since I was a little boy, I always was able to read people's facial expressions with extreme precision. When I was about ten, I discovered how to become a mentalist, where I use my ability to read facial expression to guess what people are thinking. I also developed the ability to detect lies. Which earned me the nickname of 'The Telepath'.
Each time Tony expressed an idea, Sakura tried to keep her face straight, but she still had a sad look, like it reminded her of something she knew.
"Is there something wrong, Sakura?"
Tony and Sakura stopped eating. Tony looked at me with a glare while Sakura shook her head.
"No, not at all." She said a little fast while she stealthily avoided my gaze.
"What is it?"
"I said there was nothing wrong!"
"Slight anger in your voice while you answered. There IS something wrong."
Tony facepalmed. Sakura looked surprised.
"How did you...?"
"He keeps doing that. That's his special talent. I wonder what is cutie mark would be..."
I glared at Tony while I kicked his leg.
"OW! Why did you both kicked me?"
"Don't say anything about what you don't know..." Sakura said with sadness while tears rolled down her cheek.
I shook my head.
"Let's change the subject. How old are you Sakura? My best guess is six-" "Sixteen." "-teen. Okay. No need to be angry at me."
"Sorry... I will eventually tell you what is wrong, but not now."
Just then, the bully came to our table. He pushed me off of my chair and slammed his left hand on the table.
"Hello gorgeous. What's your pretty name?"
"You know my name." Tony said jokingly.
"Wasn't talking to you."
During that time, I got up. The bully was in eleventh grade, but I was still taller than him. I was six feet one inch tall while the bully was only five feet seven inches.
"Leave us alone." I said to the bully.
He looked at me with a menacing glare. He then threw his right fist at me, but I caught it with my left hand. He then threw his left fist at me in a jab. I blocked it with my right arm, then I quickly grabbed his wrist. I then pushed him away with the help of my left foot.
Everyone in the cafeteria applauded for my victory. Sakura was flabbergasted. The bell then rang and we all went back to class.
"You're lucky you didn't get caught."
"I know, Tony. I know."
I then brought back my attention at Mr. Thompson. The student doing the exercise then fell on the ground, landing heavily on his back. The class snickered.
"Okay. Next is Sakura. Let's see what you can do."
Sakura got up and walked to the beginning of the track. She took a deep breath and began to run. She then jumped normally, but as soon as she landed, she jumped again, doing a forward flip. She landed gracefully on her feet, then she did the same routine as everyone else, except that she didn't miss anything or make a single flaw. We all applauded her.
"Impressive, Sakura. Next is Anthony."
I heard Tony moan as he prepared himself to do the routine.
The end-of-day bell rang, and all the students ran outside of the school except me, Tony and Sakura. The three of us walked slowly to the bicycles. I unlocked mine and Tony unlocked his. We began to walk towards Tony's house.
Since Tony was living close to the school and on the same side of the park, we arrived quickly. Both of his parents were away with his little sister, which meant the house was empty. I left my bicycle outside the front door and I followed Tony inside, Sakura close behind me.
I took my shoes off and I went to the living room where Tony was already waiting. Sakura arrived shortly after me.
"So, Sakura. What exactly is wrong?" I asked.
"Promise me that you won't laugh."
"I swear." Tony and I said.
"I was born in Equestria. In Canterlot to be precise. I am a unicorn."
Tony was on his little cloud of happiness while I simply looked at Sakura.
"Okay. And no need to tell us your true name, I already know it. And why do you become sad when Tony refers to My Little Pony?" I asked.
"It's because it reminds me of the good time I had with my parents before they were killed." Sakura said before crying.
"Wait a second. What's her name Noah?"
"What does 'Sakura' means?"
"Dunno."
"Her name is Cherry Blossom, which translates to Sakura in Japanese."
"Oh. Right."
"And what happened to your parents exactly?" I asked Sakura.
"They were killed during a coup d'état in Canterlot. The ponies that did the coup were after a powerful source of magic. Source that disappeared from Equestria almost sixteen years ago."
I nodded slowly. Tony then got a brilliant idea.
"Show us some of your magic."
"I don't exactly have my horn, and I am not sure how magic works here."
"Okay. Fine."
"Do you feel observed?" I asked as a sudden feeling of being watched washed up on me.
Sakura and Tony both shook their heads. I shrugged as the feeling was now gone as suddenly as it appeared.
Everything is fuzzy and dark. In the distance, a baby is crying. A feminine voice yells at someone. A deep masculine voice speaks, but it is hard to hear.
"Stop! Let go of... Give him back..."
The feminine voice begins to cry as well. Pots shatter. Footsteps are leaving the room. The feminine voice yells between sobs.
"NOOOOO! MY..."
Footsteps comes closer to the feminine voice. The deep voice speaks.
"Don't worry, honey. We'll get him back."
The darkness starts to swirl.
I woke up, sweating. I looked at my alarm clock and let out a sigh.
"Ten past midnight."
I opened my bedside lamp and took my notepad. I took the pencil and wrote down the date, the time and the new elements of my dream.
"I will talk to Tony about that today." I said before closing my lamp and going back to sleep.