IMPORTANT A/N! DO NOT PASS OVER! 29th of February 2012:
Hey guys, just a quick note.
The creative side of me is getting back into this story slowly. I am taking the time to go through each chapter, editing AND ADDING parts to them. As I get closer to the later chapters, I will then take the time to re-write them.
To those of you who liked it, I'm sorry but the Darkness will cease to exsist, and so will the crossover to that other story. It just didn't feel right, and in that time I was recovering from my illness so my head was all stuffy and I couldn't think straight.
Anywho, every once and a while I'll upload the next edited chapter and so forth.

So sit tight and relax, this train is coming home!

From your author,

-jackson3525

Chapter One: Awakening

Ever since I was a child, it was blatantly obvious that I was different.
Every other kid wanted to be something special like an astronaut or a teacher. Me? I wanted to play music for people to make them happy. I'd play a shoebox with strings attached that I made at home and pretend to sing to a crowd. I knew what I wanted and I was going to get it. My mind was set.
When I was ten, mum and dad bought me an acoustic guitar, my first real six string. I played it 'til my fingers bled. Even up until this present day, I still have it, the red Les Paul, country style with two black patterns cut-out on either side of the strings, and it's my most cherished item.

The next thing you know, I'm fifteen, and my friends and I had started up a garage band.
We called ourselves 'The Crimson Doves', Lame I know, but we were young.
It wasn't long until we split up. We couldn't meet up enough times to be able to practice, and the others seemed to have found themselves girlfriends. Before I knew it I was alone, again. I was not ready to move on, I wanted.. no I needed to play instruments, playing music was my passion, which just made the whole ordeal harder for me.

My mother died when I was sixteen, she was driving home one night from the local pub, when she turned a corner and swerved to miss a dog. The car ended up wrapped around a tree, the paramedic told dad and I that it was a quick death, but from the look on his face, I could tell she was lying.
For the next two years, my father blamed me for her death. He would always get drunk and come home trying to hit me.
Once, he smashed a bottle on the table and nearly stabbed me in the stomach with the smashed end.

No matter what would happen, or how much shit I went through, there would be one place that I could go to where I could be alone.
It was out in one of our paddocks, not too far up the farm, under an old oak tree. I planted it there when I was two years old. It was where mum had been buried. There I could play my guitar for her to hear, alone with my thoughts that she could actually hear it. Hah. How stupid was that?

My dad passed away when I was nineteen. He was diagnosed with liver cancer, which moved to his kidneys and lungs, and eventually to his bone. Once it reaches your bones, it cannot be cured. I had him buried next to mum; I knew it would have been what he had wanted.

Ever since then, I have been living in a small shabby house in the city, living of the insurance money from both parents.
I sold the farm to someone in town, who could do a lot more with it than I could. He was even nice enough to let me keep the paddock where my parents rest.

So after telling you a small overview of my life, let's continue with the story shall we?

There was a knock at the door. I lived in a house in the city, it was a big change coming from the country. The room was dark, and I only just, by luck, managed to stumble through the lounge room, past the couches and table without stubbing a toe, to get to the front door.
There was nobody at the door when I arrived.

"Oh come on! I only took ten seconds!" I yelled.

That was probably an exaggeration, knowing me it would have taken ten seconds to get up off the couch.
I looked down to see that there was an envelope lying on my porch. Picking it up in my hands, I turned it over, examining the level of detail that had gone into the designs on the paper. It had a small crescent moon in the upper left corner, surrounded by which looked like part of a night sky, or dark clouds. It actually looked like it was a picture taken straight from a camera.
On the back of the envelope, the word 'Canterlot' was boldly placed at the top. Moving my eyes ever so slightly down, I saw the letter was sealed with red candle wax.

'That's odd, I didn't know people did that anymore' I thought to myself.

I noticed that the wax was pressed in the centre; it had the words 'Princess Luna, Co-Ruler of Equestria' imprinted.

"What in the world is an Equestria?" I spoke out loud, knowing no one could hear me.

I walked back inside into the lounge room, flicking on the light so I wouldn't hurt myself from all the crap on the floor. It didn't help though, I didn't see the pin on the floor as my eyes were adjusting to the light, didn't even acknowledge its presence until it was in the base my foot.
Letting out many choice words, I crashed into the couch, tears forming in my eyes.
I looked down at my foot and there was blood running down the heel to my toes. The pin was just hanging there loosely from a.. newly formed gash.
I held my breath and bit my lip, and in one swift movement, I pulled out the pin, screeching like a banshee into the quiet, dark emptiness of my house.

'Doesn't look like I'll be walking anytime soon' I told myself as I wrapped my foot in a pillow case.

I hobbled over to the hallway and found the medical box, pulling out a sowing needle some thread, and then making my way to the alcohol cabinet and pulling out my favoured whiskey.
I hopped back over to the couch, balancing myself on things as I went.
I sat on the couch and unwrapped my foot from the pillow case. Holy fucking shit-balls batman! Blood everywhere.
There was sort of an unwritten rule among the country town I lived in. It was something to do with teaching everybody skill that you knew well. I guess that's how I learnt to stitch wounds, but I couldn't use a syringe to save my life.
I took a long swig of my whiskey, feeling it burn on the way down. Then I took another, and another before finally reaching for the needle and thread.
I poured some whiskey on a clean part of the pillow case and rubbed it on my cut, hissing through my teeth before. I had to clean it before I start.

I threaded the needle and touched it down to my skin.

"Come on Jackson you can do this!" I said, trying to get myself motivated "Three, two one!"
The needle pierced my skin and I let out a howl of pain. The needle breached the other side of my skin and I took another long drink of my whiskey.

This was going to take a while.

After applying correct dressing to my foot and keeping it levitated, the pain almost ceased to exist, and once again all my attention was back on the mysterious envelope, which had somehow positioned itself upon the coffee table in the middle of the lounge.

Slowly and carefully I pried open the seal with a nail, hoping not to ruin the beautiful piece of artwork.
It opened with a satisfying slice, and to my surprise no damage was done to the detail, which I was ecstatic about.
Inside the envelope, there was a letter, accompanied by to golden coins and a polaroid picture. The golden coins had to faces on them. One side had, which looked like, a portrait of an angel, she had long flowing hair and a.. horn?

'Okay, now that's a little weird' I thought cautiously.

I flipped the coin over to see a similar face, but this angel did not have flowing hair, as hers was straight. All around the side of the coin, it read 'The Solar Empire of Equestria'. Extremely confused, I picked up the Polaroid picture.

There were two horses standing by each other, I recognised their faces from the coin. The taller one, obviously the older and wiser due to being larger, was a white winged Pegasus. Its horn was much larger than the smaller horse's. It had a massive rainbow mane and tail which looked like it touched the floor. This particular alicorn wore golden slippers on all four of her hooves, and it had a smile which brought warmth to my soul.

The other horse, however, still had the same features as its companion, but was much smaller and a whole lot cuter. Its coat was dark blue in colour and the mane and tail were a light cyan. It too wore slippers, but of a different style to its larger friend. They were of light cyan, like its hair, but did not curl around the leg like the other horse's. Her horn was slightly smaller also.

At last I reached the letter.

'What secrets could it behold? How do I know that this is not just some stupid prank?' I thought, letting my hopes down, 'Although if this was a prank they certainly put a lot of effort into this'.

I opened the letter, the first thing I saw was the penmanship. It was amazing, like candy to my eyes. The paper was of same quality as the envelope.

'Dear Jackson

Please do not be alarmed.
My name is Princess Luna. I am writing this letter to you, to tell you where you need to be, and so you have a heads up when you get there.
I know this may be a little too much for you, but I mean you no harm. You have no reason to trust me, but I must ask that you do.
Go to the burial site of your parents, under the tall oak tree. You may not have noticed it, but there are two small holes that fit the two coins which I have enclosed.
You will need to put each coin in, so my sister's face is towards mine and mine as to hers.
Once that has been done, lay the photograph at the base of the tree. I will help you face to face from there.

Yours truly,
Princess Luna.'

At the end of the letter, I could not comprehend what I had just read.
'There is another species out there that is contacting me, and wants to meet with me' I was going over that thought time and time again.

The next thing I knew, I was on my way to my former farm. It must have been around eleven at night by the time I had reached the property gates. Another ten minutes of driving, and I was right where I was told to go.
I did as the letter had instructed, carefully placing the coins in their respective places, and laying the Polaroid on the ground beneath the tree.
I eyes grew wide as my jaw hit the floor.
The two horns on the alicorns on both of the coins started to glow, and small bolts of electricity bounced between them. I took a few steps back, just as the wind had picked up. The leaves of the tree started humming in the wind, which made me a little agitated, I kept checking behind me to make sure there was no one there. I had the strangest feeling that I was being watched.
Right before me where I had been standing not ten seconds ago, a large purple oval appeared from thin air.
Within a second, it started to shimmer as something pushed me from behind, forcing me tumbling into the purple light.
I felt myself falling a few meters before smashing my head on the floor. Looking up, I saw one of the two alicorns from the picture I had received.
It was towering over me. My thought was to run away as I pushed myself along the floor into a corner.
It started walking over to me, horn glowing. Before I could let out a scream, I was knocked out cold.