>A bright green light...
>"Why didn't you save her dammit?  WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE MY DAUGHTER?!"
>"You're a disgrace to this family..."
>"Look alive, Poozer!"
 
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>You awaken in a barn.
>You are Anon Ymous of Rann, Green Lantern of Sector 2828.
>And you can hear the chirping of birds.
>It provides a nice contrast from your nightmares, terrible ordeals that you desperatly attempt to remember as they, like most dreams, slip away like sand in sieve.
>You don't know if this makes it better or worse.
>Your thoughts are interrupted by the barn door opening.
>In walks the orange pony from yesterday who whupped your ass, followed by a smaller yellow one.
>Yellow.
>"Looks like you're finally up an about!" she (the orange one) says happily.
>None of the rage or anger she exhibited yesterday are present at all, and she did at least drag you inside after you passed out, perhaps there is hope for diplomacy yet.
>"Name's Applejack, by the way," she continues, "this little filly here is my little sister Applebloom." She indicates the small...yellow...pony behind you who has spent the entire time staring at you with wide eyes.
>Apparently you're a sight to behold on this planet.
Uh...listen, Applejack?
>"Thas' muh name."
I want to apologize for yesterday, when I attempted to leave your planet after-
>"Now ahm gonna stop you right there," she interrupts, "I don't wanna hear nuthin' about it.  I just got back from a wedding where I dealt with my share of weirdness for the rest of the year.  I gotta friend named Twilight who's gonna come over later and hash that stuff out with ya.  What were settling right now is a matter between you an' me."
And that would be?
>She looks at you with mild annoyance, "why don't I show you and let you figure it out?"
>You follow her out of the barn and into a grove.
>"Now ya'see, I don't know if ya noticed yesterday when I was slammin' you into them, but these are apple trees.  As you can probably guess, this here is an apple farm."
I see...
>You're not sure where she is going with, but you play along to avoid drawing her ire.
>"This is how we make our living," she continues as you tour through the grove, "we're dependent of these apples to sustain our lives and livelihood.  So you'd understand why I was so riled yesterday when I come out and see THAT."
>You have arrived at the crater you left when came crashing down from your encounter in the atmosphere.
>"Here's the deal.  You're gonna replant all the trees you uprooted when you came down.  My brother, Big Macintosh, 'n I will help you get things right, but you're not gonna leave until there are new trees in the ground replacing the one's you destroyed."
>You are almost tempted to ask her what the hell she intends to do if you fly away...but some soreness from yesterday throbs to remind you.
>"Normally I'd make ya do this be hand, some hard work builds character after all, but since I'm in a generous mood, and a bit pressed for time, I'm gonna let ya use that fancy doo-hickey of yours to help."
>She indicates your power ring as you thank the heavens for this break.  This job will not take long.
>"Gotta tell ya, I ain't see nothin' like it.  Reminded me of Unicorn magic, but none of that stuff even comes close."
>To be expected with Advanced technology from another worldid she just say magic?
>That word is striking a memory, some obscure thing from the Corps history in the archive...something about tears...you wish you could remember.
>"Hello?  Anyone home?!"
>You snap back to reality after your brief sojourn.
Y-yes...sorry, what?
>"Ah said, make a plow and till the field so we can get plantin'!  I'mma go grab muh brother and get the seeds. Applebloom, you stay here an' watch him, make sure he tries no funny business."
>"You got it, sis!" the small yellow one replies.
>She turns and looks at you pointedly, determination in her eyes.
>Never has so much effort been exercised for such a simple action.
>As Applejack leaves you turn to the task at hand.
>You're gonna need a strong plow construc-
>"So where ya from, mister?!"
>Your concentration is broken by the filly, who has ceased her staring and is now resting on her haunches and looking up at you excitedly.
>You'd normally hesitate to share information with a culture that has had little contact with the outside galaxy like this one...
>...but those concerns flew out the window with your encounter yesterday.
>"An' why are your clothes green, an' black, an' white?  And why do you look like a shaved monkey?  Does everyone where you're from look like a shaved monkey?  And what's that thing on your...whatever it is?  How come it makes glowing stuff? And why..."
STOP!
>The filly quickly stops talking.
>God that was close, any longer and you would've gone insane.  It is nice to find a child with such a thriving curiosity these days.
>Back on Rann, before the ring entered your life, you were a teacher, and child would spend their days having facts beamed at them from every angle.
>It creates a lot of intelligence, but not a lot of imagination or personality.
>You decide to kill two birds with one stone.  You'll satiate her curiosity and gather some info about this planet so that your future encounters go a lot smoother then they have been.
Let's start from the top, Applebloom was it?
>"Yup!"
We'll make a game of it.  I want to know more about your world, and you want to know more about me, so I'll tell you a fact for every fact you tell me.  We'll go in turns, and since I know your name is Applebloom, it's only fair that you know mine, it's Anon.  Anon Ymous.
>"Thas a weird name."
The name Applebloom would be very weird for a child where I come from.
>"Oooh!  Where do you come from?!"
Ah! Ah! Ah! It's your turn to share a fact.
>She harrumphs, "Fine, whaddya wanna know?"
Okay, first off, does your planet have a name?
>She contemplates this for a minute, "hmmm...well, I ain't sure 'bout the planet, but this here is the land of Equestria!"
>Equestria...how oddly...fitting.
Alright Applebloom, it's your turn.
>"Alright then!  I wanna know what that thing is!"
...what thing?
>"That thing!" she says, pointing to your power ring.
Oh...this?  This is a ring.  A very special ring.
>You can't help yourself, she's hanging on every word, it would be a crime NOT to ham this up.
It is this ring that give me the power to give physical shape to my will.  It is this ring that allows me to fight in the name of the Guardians of the Universe itself!  It is is this ring that marks me as an member of the Green Lantern Corps!
>"OHHH!" she she exclaims, her eyes are wide and full of wonder, "What's that?"
We are an intergalactic law enforcement group.  Our mission is to travel the universe and bring order and peace!
>"So, wait," says Applebloom, "you're some kinda...space cop?"
>Her words take all the glamour out of the situation.
>Any enthusiasm that was there now lies dead.  Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.
Yeah, pretty much.
>The filly tackles you to the ground.
>"THAT'S SO AMAZING!  WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!  HAVE YOU CLOBBERED ANY BAD GUYS?!  CAN I JOIN?!  CAN MY FRIENDS JOIN?! MAYBE WE CAN GET SPACE COP CUTIE MARKS!"
>Oh make it stop, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!
Calm down, calm down!  Besides, it's your turn!  I answered a whole bunch of your questions, now you need to answer mine!
>Applebloom looks at you coyly as she hops off of you, "Oh, I don't know about that Mister."
That was the deal, Applebloom, remember?
>"Yeah, Ah remember.  I also remember the deal you made with mah sister.  You may wanna get on with that."
>...you win this round, small clever yellow pony child.
>You get up and set to work, extending your will to construct a plow and till the field.
>And you keep extending you will.
>And nothing happens.
>Applebloom looks at you with confusion.
>"Uh...Mister...what're ya doing?"
>You sigh.
Ring, capacity?
>"RING CAPACITY AT 0.65%"
>You sigh again.
>It figures, it has been more than a day since you landed.
>Both your spaceflight and your fight must have drained it pretty low.
Hold on Applebloom, I have to do something first.
>You pause.
Wanna see something really cool?
>She nods her head excitedly.
>You concentrate you will again, for a different task.
>Mustering up the last of your ring's power reserves, you call forth your battery from the pocket dimension you keep it in.
>A small, green lantern materializes before you.
>You grasp it in hand and hold your ring up too it.
>You begin reciting the oath.
In Brightest Day...
In Blackest Night...
No Evil Shall Escape My Sight...
>You don't ham this up.  This is not theatrical, not for the amusement of children.
>This oath is scared, it's words practically seared into your heart during training.
Let Those Who Worship Evil's Might...
Beware My Power...
>It means something to you.
>It's a promise, a promise to bygone days that you have long since left behind.
Green Lantern's Light!
>The area around you dims as both your ring and lantern shine brightly.
>And Applebloom looks on in awe...