Chapter 2
The morning light had not awoke the man this day. The night was long and he didn't sleep well. Sitting up his body was dry and his clothes were just a tad damp. Putting them on andgathered his belongings. He set them near a ladder and thought about
/what he had to do. Should he just use the teleportation devicenow? Or should he search for more people first. He didn't know what to do.
Weighing each option he decided he had looked long enough. He took a small mirror from his bag and got out his razor. His beard had grown quite large but he thought he should look presentable for whatever may be on the other side. He quickly shaved and
/managed to only nick himself twice with the somewhat dull razor.
For the first time he noticed just how long his hair was. He hadn't cut it for years now. He soon gave up after a few years of keeping himself groomed. Pulling his hairback and putting it in a ponytail he readied himself for the moment of truth.
He first grabbed a few rocks and set them up on the platform. Slowly the whirring sound had begun. No bright lights no flashes happened and he wondered if the whole thing was broken. He got up on the ladder and looked for the rocks. They weren't there.
/The machine seemed to work but who knows where it went or if it made it there in one piece. He sighed and was slightly disappointed. He wished the machine didn't work and he could leave this creepy place.
He finally built up his courage and climbed the ladder his belongingsheld tightly. Taking a deep breath he stepped onto the platform and made his way to the center of it. The whirring creeping it's way into his ear.
Just as he started to feel a gentle pulling in his chest he heard something he thought he'd never hear again. As clear as day, he heard a jet starting to pass over. He quickly ran for the end of the platform. But it was too late. The pulling had become
/more intense by the second and by the time he reached the end of the platform he was nowhere.
Literally nowhere. He couldn't comprehend what was happening. Blue, purple, pink, and green tints flew by his vision and repeated itself seemingly forever. He screamed and flung his arms, or at least he thought he did. And after about 10 seconds of seeing
/those colors they faded instantly and he stood in a green field.
He tried to look around but it seems like all the blood rushed to his head and he suddenly felt light headed. Grabbing for his head he fell and in a matter of seconds he was out.
Today is a special day for princess Celestia. Today is her 2020th birthday. And it so happens that her birthday is also on the 20th of this month. September. It's a beautiful time of year, in fact one of her favorite times of year, when the leaves
/have almost all fallen and the hills glow a bright orange from the setting sun.
All was well until she felt it. Something she hadn't felt for almost 2000 years. She was still a young filly when she felt it last. A particular kind of magic. One that she feared would come again. Bringing monstrosities into the peaceful land of ponies.
/Her father had warned her when she was young that this could happen again.
The last time those Humans had entered this world they brought with them a host of deadly diseases and weapons that her world was just not ready to fight. But unknown to the inhabitants of the kingdom she had fed them all anti-bodies a long time ago and
/their children should be able to fend off any disease that they had brought this time around and she already had a battle plan ready for the next invader.
"Guard!" Celestia yelled from her sitting room.
The door opened quickly and two guards had rushed in. One had dark brown fur with a matching mane and one was regal white with a dark blue and bright blue mane. "Yes my princess?" The white stallion questioned.
"Prepare for battle plan H2. We will leave as soon as you're ready. This is not a drill." She said sternly while focusing on the horizon.
"Battle plan H2? A-are you sure your highness?" He stammered and starting to lose his composure.
"Quite sure shining armor. Make haste this is not a drill, do not make me repeat myself again." She exclaimed.
"Of course your highness, come viktor there is much to do and little time." The stallion called shining armor said as he saluted and turned from his princess. The dark stallion named viktor saluted and turned after his superior and followed him out.
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The light had barely started to return to the mans eyes as he started groaning. His whole body was sore, like he slept for 5 years on a plank of wood. That's not far from the truth but he managed to sit up.
Coughing slightly he forced his eyes open and took in his surroundings. The field in which he landed as turning a beautiful orange. The leaves had almost all fallen to the ground and were in big piles. He must be in a park somewhere. But leaves don't
/pile up like that by themselves so someone, or, something must have put them in piles. Feeling a bit of excitement but more fear than not, he looked for anybody, animal, or thingout of place.
Nothing
He was still alone. Is it just cruel fate or was it luck that he was alive. He presumed he was still on earth, considering that he couldn't tell by looking that anything had changed. But it wasn't autumn when he left. It was spring. Had he moved foreword
/in time as well as location on the earth? Exactly how much time had passed. He knew nothing and just accepted his fate. As he had accepted it a long time ago that he would be alone.
Finally gathering enough energy to stand he did so and decided he would take a look around at his new surroundings. Walking to the top of the hill he looked onwards. In the distance he could see a small lake and a single house by it. It must have
been
a cottage before the end of the world. Wondering if he could salvage anything from it he started walking.
The journey took much longer than expected. Almost 2 hours! How the hell could he see that far and so clearly? Maybe the machine had just messed his mind up that's all. He hadn't worn glasses since his broke and he never found a prescription that
was
close enough to his and weren't broken. He spent years looking and now he felt like he could see perfectly.
There was something else off too. Once he got too the cabin he started to massage his left leg. Then he felt something he thought he'd never feel again.
Pain.
Not just any pain. Pain in his right leg. He pulled up his pants and starred blankly at his right leg. There. In all its leggy goodness. It was there again. A REAL leg. He had lost it years and years ago, way before the end.
He wept tears of joy. His prosthetic leg had always been pretty good, it moved well and most people could never tell but there it was. He cried for almost an hour then took out his guitar and started to gently strum chords.
When he got into the melody he began to sing softly.
"Carry on my wayward sooooonn...
They'll be peace when you are done...
Lay your weary head too rest.
Don't you cry no more."
He gently strummed out the melody then finished it before the real song began. He always loved the beginning of the song more than any other part. And that's all he needed. He put his guitar away and ascended the stairs too the cottage when he heard
that
same sound he did before he was taken here.
The sound of a jet.
