A single light. It should move to the next plane, but something was keeping it alight, some sort of overpowering desire. The light wandered in an endless expanse of sea and sky, wishing for a second chance.

They can take your world. They can take your heart. Cut you loose form all you know. But if it's your fate... then every step forward will always be a step closer to home.

The light felt something in the endless expanse, some kind of magical energy. This feeling was comforting, almost harmonic. The scene faded away and then there was nothing but a pitch black darkness.

—

Night time had long since dawned on this farm, a farm with acres of trees filled with delicious, red apples. The only inhabitants of this farm resided within a homestead that resembled a barn more than a house. Looking out of a window on the top floor was a young sapient pony with yellow fur, a plump red mane and tail, large (very large) orange eyes, and a cute little pink bow atop her head.

"Apple Bloom, shouldn't ya'll be in bed?" Another pony spoke from behind, startling the filly named Apple Bloom. She turned around to see, just outside the door frame, an orange mare with white freckles on her cheeks, a blonde mane that was held with a red band at the back (her tail had an identical appearance), lime green eyes, and a brown stetson hat. One major difference between the mare and the filly was that the former had an image of three apples upon her flanks. This older equine looked at smaller one with a stern gaze.

"Aww c'mon, Applejack. Can't ah stay up for just a little longer?" Apple Bloom pouted, quivering her lips and enlarging her pupils for added cuteness.

"Apple Bloom, yer a filly," Applejack stated, unfazed by Apple Bloom's killer sad face, "Ya'll need yer sleep. Now git to bed."

"Awww," Apple Bloom slumped. As she was trotting over to her bed, something from the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned her head back towards the window to confirm her suspicions, "Applejack, look, a shooting star! Make a wish!" The young pony exclaimed in excitement, shutting her eyelids tightly. Applejack peered out the window to look for herself. Sure enough, a trail of light was racing through the night sky.

Most shooting stars would burn out after a while; however, this star continued to build up speed and showed no signs of disappearing. It just kept going—on a collision course towards the farm. Applejack's pupils shrunk as this ball of bright fire impacted near the house, creating a small earth quake and a sizable crater. The orange mare lost her breath as a thick dust cloud obscured the window's vision.

Apple Bloom, for her part, opened her eyes and eagerly glanced at her bare flank, almost as if she expected something to happen. Her face slumped when her expectations failed to reach fruition.

"Awww, it didn't work," she mumbled.

"Apple Bloom, wait here!" the older pony ordered, exiting the room.

"What? Why?" The little filly questioned.

"Just stay put!" Applejack called out, galloping downstairs to the front door and grabbing a nearby lantern with her teeth. She opened the front door and surveyed the impact zone. Nothing of value was damaged, thankfully,

Applejack was soon joined by a bulky red stallion with a short and messy orange mane and tail, emerald green eyes, and a mark on his flanks of a green apple and it's core. The two ponies looked at each other and gave respective nods. They carefully approached the impact zone, wary of potential danger. Even after reaching the lip of the crater, the dust in the air prevented them from seeing what crashed into their farm. After letting the dust settle for a moment, the two ponies got a full look at the center.

"What in tarnation?" Applejack muttered. This was no star, it was a pony.

This pony was a pegasus stallion, a young one at that, likely sixteen years old. His skinny frame was coated in caramel colored fur. His chocolate brown mane and tail was unusually spiky. This pony wore clothes as well. A sleeveless v-neck gray shirt under a black jacket with gray pockets, red edgings, and a red hood. The front was adorned with six buttons, the top ones holding together flaps with red and black plaid coloring. Around his neck was a silver chain necklace adorned with a three pronged crown charm. He also wore gray cloth gauntlets and each of his fore hooves held together with a yellow strap. Draped on his back were gray saddlebags with a gold button holding each flap. Upon his flank was an image of the same silver crown charm.

The stallion seemed to be perfectly fine despite crashing into the dirt, no serious bruises, cuts, or any other kind of injury; however, he was still unconscious. Despite his miraculous luck, Applejack felt the need to aid this mysterious pony.

"Big Mac, can ya carry him to the spare room?" Applejack asked the stallion named Bic Mac.

"Eyup," He responded, lowering his frame so that Applejack could gingerly loft the pegasus on top of the red pony's back. Making their way out of the crater, the duo returned to the homestead to provide this pegasus some shelter.

—

Nothing, nothing to be found. Just a never-ending darkness as far as the eye could see. There had to be something here. There was always a light within any darkness, no matter how vast.

There it was, it was faint, but there was a light in the distance. Getting closer, the light took shape into a massive stain glass pillar. The top of the pillar showed an intricate design with six blank diamonds. What could those diamonds represent, if anything? From the center of the platform emerged a great and blinding light that engulfed all viewable vision.

—

Slowly, his eyelids opened up. Only then did he realize that his body was wildly unfamiliar. With great shock, he jumped out of the bed and fell flat on his face. He flailed his limbs about until he managed to calm down, taking deep breaths to lower his adrenaline. He seated himself on his hind legs as the full features of his form became apparent. The wings on his back flapped inharmoniously and out of sync. He looked at his fore-hooves with great confusion. He felt his face to find a long and squared muzzle.

He took a quick look of his surroundings: a small, rustic bedroom with only a bed, a full sized mirror, a side table with a lamp, and drawer with some clothing items on top. This was not an area he recognized. With no clue where he was in a body he wasn't familiar with, he could only cry out in exasperation:

"Where am I now?!"