"[Cancelled] (FR) A Test of Faith - Part 1"
By FlutterPriest (https://pastebin.com/u/FlutterPriest)

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Created on: Sunday 15th of September 2013 10:43:55 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Wednesday 28 of October 2020 08:44:01 AM UTC


>Wake up.
>Darkness is all around you.
>You feel long wet grass on the palm of your hands, as you lie down.
>Slowly coming to your feet, you find yourself standing in the middle of a dark forest.
"Hello?"
>Walking through the forest would be pointless.
>You can't see the stars to get your bearings, and you aren't sure how far away you are from your parish.
>You are Anon.
>Resident priest of a small church in a small town.
"Is anyone there?"
>You hear something move in the darkness.
>Attempting to focus your eyes on the noise, you see a form emerging from the darkness.
"Hello? I'm Fr. Anon. Do you know which way I have to go into town?"
>The form comes closer, appearing to be some form of horse.
>Upon closer inspection, a zebra.
"Oh. Ok. I had to admit you had me nervous."
>"I did not mean to give a scare. But, what sort of creature has such hair?"
>Did that zebra just talk?
>Is God testing you?
>Zebras don't talk.
"I'm... sorry? Did you just talk?"
>"Of course I am an animal that can talk. I have a good feeling we should walk."
>This zebra talks.
>You must be dreaming.
>Conversing with the zebra is truly otherworldly.
>Everything she says is in the form of rhyme.
>She slowly leads you out of the forest, and you see a small town on the horizon.
>It doesn't look like home, but if this is a dream, you can hardily assume anything.
>The sun begins to slowly rise over the horizon as you enter the foreign town.
>Everything seems to be just a few sizes too small for humans.
"What a curious place..."
>You sit on a bench in, what appears to be, the center of town.
>Several more horse creatures begin to venture out of the buildings in town.
>The correct term is probably equestrian.
>What a weird dream.
"Hey! Could somebody help me?"
>One of the ponies turn to look at you.
>They stop in the middle of their tracks, and stare at you.
>Slowly, more of the creatures stop to stare at you.
"Uh. Hi. I'm Father Anon... Could someone show me to the leader? Or maybe the church?"
>The ponies whisper among themselves.
>"What is that thing?"
>"It can talk."
>"Maybe we should go get Twilight."
>You stand up slowly.
>They admire your height in awe.
>An orange pony with blonde hair begins to slowly trot up to you.
>"Hiya, my name is Applejack. I've never seen a creature like you before... Kinda like a monkey."
>A small groan escapes your lips.
"I can assure you that the human race has zero relation to monkeys."
>She looks you over.
>"Hmm. Funny. Whelp. I'm gonna take you to mah friend Twilight. I think she may be able to help ya out."
"Thank you Applejack. God bless you."
>She looks at you funny.
>"Uh huh. I've never heard that before. Just follow me, we'll be there in a jiffy."
>Many more stares find your way as you follow the small horse towards a large tree.
>When will this weird dream end?
>Applejack knocks on the door of the large tree.
>A purple horse answers the door, and looks up wide eyed at you.
"Hi. I'm father Anon."
>"Hi... my name is... Twilight Sparkle."
"I'm... trying to find my way home. Where am I?"
>She looks at you inquisitively.
>"This is Ponyville, in the country of Equestria."
"Equestria... I've never heard of that country on Earth."
>She examines you carefully.
"You... do know what Earth is... right?"
>She shakes her head.
>This doesn't feel like a dream anymore.
>This is beginning to feel like a nightmare. God help you.
>"I have a feeling that we should take you to the ruler of Equestria."
"Why would you do that? Doesn't that seem to be a bit extreme?"
>"Well, we've never had something like this happen before, and I am a student of the princess."
"Princess?"
>"Princess Celestia. The goddess of the sun."
>Oh no.
>These ponies are heathens. 
>God help them.
"Do you think she may know how I can get to Earth?"
>"If anyone will know... it's her."
"Fair enough."
>You will have to tolerate their practices of worship for now.
>Getting back home is the first priority.
"Take me to meet this... Celestia."