//------------------------------// // Moving // Story: The Greatest Decision of My Life // by Octavia777 //------------------------------// My story begins at my old home in Canterlot. I had just picked up a new violin. While I'm mostly known for my ability in playing the cello, I can also play violin well. However I only play violin on my spare time. I still play cello in the Royal Canterlot Symphony. While I was walking home after picking up the new violin I had ordered, I saw something rather strange. A young filly was introducing herself. Sure that doesn't sound weird but the way it turned out, I had never seen it before. "Hello, mister," a young gray mare said to a gentlecolt, "Do you think you can help me find where my house is?" "And just who are you?", the colt questioned. "I'm Derpy Hooves," the mare answered, "But I can't seem to find my house anywhere." The mare laughed. "Where are you from, might I ask?", the colt questioned. "Ponyville.", the mare answered. "Ponyville!? You're from the Ponyville boondocks!?", the colt laughed. "Yes. Why is that funny?", Derpy questioned, obviously not understanding what he said. "You're one of those uncouth ponies from the boondocks. Why is someone like you in Canterlot?", the colt asked. "Becuase I wanted to move here.", Derpy said. "But you don't belong here! Go back to the boondocks where you belong!", the colt yelled crudely. Derpy hung her head low and walked off, obviously saddened by what had happened to her while the stallion walked off angrily. I walked up to the mare to try and see if she was alright. "Hey, are okay?", I asked her. "Yeah. I'm fine. Except that man her my feelings. Am I really bad for being from Ponyville?", Derpy asked. "I'm sorry about what happened then. There's nothing wrong with you being from Ponyville." "There's not?" "Of course not. Why would there be" "Because he said I'm un-whatever he said. Uncouth. Yeah that's it. I don't even know what that means." "Oh, don't worry about him. He doesn't know what he's talking about. Also, uncouth means uncivil or bad mannered. Which you are not it would seem. If anything he's uncouth for calling you uncouth." "Thanks for cheering me up miss." "Your very welcome. My name is Octavia, by the way." "My name is Derpy. Derpy Hooves. I hope we can be friends one day. A lot of my friends say I'm really clumsy. But it's true. I am really clumsy. And I can't even find out where my new house is. I gues that's why they call me Derpy. Well I hope I see you again someday, Octavia. Bye". Derpy then trotted off to find her house. While I stood there and said to my self, "We'll see Derpy. We'll see." I must admit that I felt sorry for her. All she did was ask if he could help her find her house. I was surprised at the colt. I had never seen such behavior from gentlecolts. I decided to try and not worry about it since it's none of my business. Though this was not possible. As I walked through Canterlot to my house I saw the same scene over and over. Mares, fillies, stallions, and colts, unicorns, earth ponies, and pegasi alike were being yelled at and terribly insulted by citizens of Canterlot for being from Ponyville. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was terrible. It was uncouth. I felt like I should take matters into my own hooves and help the Ponyvillians but I decided that it was probably best not to. I didn't want to cause an uproar in the city. When I got home, I placed my violin in a special place in my room and laid on my bed. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Was this really how ponies in Canterlot acted? I've only seen Canterlot ponies act kind and classy. Not cruel and uncouth like those ponies were. It was at that time I decided that I couldn't associate myself with them any longer. I decided that I should move to Ponyville. It couldn't be that bad, right? I packed everything I could. I packed essentials and my new violin. I couldn't take my cello, sadly. Since I had no way of packing it. I already had too much to carry. I really liked my new violin but I also like my cello. Eventually after long thinking, I decided upon the vionlin. I wasn't dissapointed or anything, I was fine. As I walked to the train station, I tried to ignore the terrible scenes of discrimination that I saw on the way there. It was a futile effort. I was so glad that I was moving away from the uncouth and cruel ponies here. As I boarded the train to take me to Ponyville, I wondered what kind of people I would meet. The ponies in Canterlot said Ponyville was in the boondocks. Though, I shouldn't believe uncouth and cruel ponies like them. So I had my hopes high. I figured they were nice. That mare that I saw in Ponyville, Derpy, seemed really nice. Maybe all Ponyvillians are like her. That's the thought that I eventually settled on. My expectations were high for Ponyville on accounts of kindness but not so high when it comes to classiness On the way, I played a few violin songs to pass the time. A lot of others on the train came into the train car I was in to listen. When I saw them I thought that I was disturbing them. "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you all.", I apologized. "It's alright," one of the fillies on the train said, "You play really great. Please, play some more." "Alright. If you insist." I began to play again. I moved the bow across the strings of the violin to create beautiful sounds. Eventually, the sounds all came together to create a wonderful composition that I had thought up on the spot. A lot of the people in the train car were very impressed with my playing. Some of them even gave me a few bits because I played so well. I knew that my special talent was music and that I played well but I had no idea that I was so wonderful in these ponies eyes. It makes me regret giving up my spot in the Royal Canterlot Symphony. However, if it means getting away from those awful ponies in Canterlot, it's worth it. I eventually had to stop playing because the train was approaching Ponyville. When the train arrived at Ponyville I disembarked and looked at my surroundings. It was quiet yet I saw many ponies. They all talked to one another and were kind to each other. They weren't exactly classy just as I thought but I didn't mind. They were kind it seemed so I was ok. I only care about kindness. Not classiness. I was sure that I would live happily there. I was sure that I made the right decision. However, I had no idea of what was to come in the distant future while I was living here. No idea that I would meet the love of my life.