Prologue 
>Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria.
>A bunch of shit happened.
>Well, to be more precise – You happened.
>By some sort of supernatural occurrence, you - a human - ended up in a dimension in which everything was bright, colorful and bled candy (figuratively, you think.)
>You were by no means a specific, unique human – You had two legs, two hands, a semi-sane mentality and a working pair of eyes.
>Of course, when you first awoke in this new frontier, you screamed like a total bitch, and were completely and utterly terrified.
>Then again, you did just jump the space-time continuum from one existent place to another.
>shortly after your awakening (and crying like a little bitch, don’t forget that part) you had been taken into custody by a pair of FLYING HORSES. IN ARMOUR.
>Stop right there, criminal scum!
>You had no idea how they found you so quickly, but it wasn’t like you could do a lot about it.
>They took you to an enormous, fantasy-like castle, with big brooding towers and a bustling undercity to fit.
>Once you found yourself on majestic soil, you were greeted by a warm, calm voice.
>A voice you for a second could’ve swore sounded exactly like your mother.
>’Come in’ it spoke to you, the voice echoing inside your mind.
>In front of you stood a horse which you could only describe as-
>DID THAT HORSE JUST TALK?!
>IS THAT A HORN?!!
>MORE WINGS?!?!!
>Only by the magnificence of your sheer willpower did you comprehend to not fall over and sob like a sissy once more.
>The enormous horse-bird-narwhal circled around you for a few, brief moments as she took your appearance in.
>She didn’t seem terribly thrilled by the fact that you didn’t have a furred coat, nor the fact that you didn’t have hooves.
>She had asked you questions about whom you were, and where you came from.
>You were no Bruce Willis, you spilled your Spaghetti-beans faster than the speed of light
>All you wanted was to go back home from whence you came, have your favorite fizzle-water and enjoy the simple parts of life like you always did.
>But alas. Whatever got you to this place was an one-way ticket. No refunds, no nothing.
>The verdict from the Alicorn, as she claimed herself to be(you thought enormous horse-bird-narwhal was much more fitting) was, all in all, pretty fair.
>You were a being from beyond their plane of existence – You were nothing short of impossible, and the Alicorn didn’t want impossible to go around strutting his stuff to everypony (you held in a grunt every time she said that – seriously?)
>So you were given a home, a shelter – a place to stay. Only, it wasn’t near civility. The Alicorn wanted as few ‘subjects’ as possible to know of your existence.
>It was in a rather shady place, on the outskirts of a forest with a bad reputation. There was plenty of natural springs to take water from.  Fruits and berries were plentiful in the bough, and meat? Well. Apparently that was a no-go around here if you wanted to be considered sentient.
>All in all. Life could be better, life could be worse.
>You, are anon.
>You are trapped here for god knows how long.
>Will you ever get home?