//------------------------------// // New Pony Pt. 1 // Story: My Little Tower Prep // by Electron15 //------------------------------// The schoolyard was gloomy, like a winter day without the snow. The sun was going down. The air was ominous, and the trees lacked their leaves. Near an entrance to the school, a group of ponies had gathered. A fight had broken out. “C’mon, Raindrop! C’mon, fight back! Fight back!!” The bulkier pony yelled as he threw Raindrop to the ground. Raindrop had a bloody nose and multiple scrapes from the pavement. He was whimpering, with tears beginning to form. He couldn’t get up after the other pony brought down his foot on him. “Oh, look, it’s ‘Teardrop’,” the larger pony chuckled. BonBon ran to get help. She found a dark purple unicorn sitting on a park bench, reading a book. She ran up to her friend, and quickly explained the situation, with tears rolling down her eyes and panting. The tall unicorn’s face became worried; he dropped his book and rushed to the scene. By the time he got there, Raindrop had multiple bruises all over his face and arms. The unicorn completely lost it and walked right on up to the attacker, and did something he swore to his teachers and parents he would never do. Attack first. He swung his fist and took down the pony in a single swing. He didn’t stay down for long; he got right back up rubbing his cheek. “Well, would you look who it is,” the pony said with anger, “if it isn’t Violet.” The name burned. The only people allowed to call him Violet, were his mom, sometimes dad, and his abuelos. Violet offered Raindrop his hand, then pulled him up and moved him away from the fight. “You think you can just pick on my friends like-,” Violet began. The world seemed to stop. Violet saw a flash in his mind. Numbers jumbled through his head, which translated to dodge. He tilted his head back, and as he did a fist flew by. This pony didn’t know when to quit. What was that? Violet thought. He kept dodging and letting the fists fly by. About 5 seconds passed when the second flash came. This time it told him to catch. And when the next swing came in, he gripped the other pony’s fist, twisted it around his back and forced to the ground. “Don’t you ever pick on my friends again,” Violet spoke venomously, “oh, and by the way, it’s Vio… now say you’re sorry to Raindrop.” The pony struggled, but couldn’t break free. No one had ever seen Vio fight, and they didn’t know about his iron grip. “I-I’m sorry, man!” The pony was breathing heavily through his teeth, “just let me go!” “ROYALE!!” A loud voice came from the building. The crowd of ponies split apart, revealing the school principal, Mrs. Ironfist. She saw Vio on the “poor” pony on the ground and removed him from his grasp. “Look, he was picking on-,” “I don’t want to hear anything out of you,” she raised her voice, “You, sir, are suspended!” This hit Violet hard. He had been an honor student, a quiet pony, this was his first fight. He’d been defending his friend. It was rage that brought him to it. “Did you not hear me? I told you to get out!” Mrs. Ironfist took the pony into the buiding. Good for nothing liar, he thought as he watched them reenter the building. He wondered if she had seen Raindrop. He walked away. He saw BonBon tending to Raindrop, who was sitting down against a wall. Raindrop looked up, his was face horribly swollen. Tears streamed down his face. “Thanks Brony,” he gave a weak smile. “Don’t worry about it,” I tried to give a reassuring smile, but it couldn’t come out. BonBon helped Raindrop get up. She brushed of his jacket, hugged him, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. He blushed. She moved toward Violet, gave him a hug as well. “I’m sorry you got suspended,” BonBon looked guilty, like she caused all of this. “Don’t worry about it, just watch out for yourselves while I’m gone,” Vio straightened up. The two nodded. Violet looked toward the west, the sun was setting. “We should all get home, it’s gonna be dark soon,” He gave them a last look. As they said their good-byes, little did Raindrop and BonBon know that they wouldn’t be seeing Vio again for a long, long time. Vio’s Home 7:37 pm “Vio… Vio, would you just come down here?” Vio’s father, True Blue, called up the stairs. True Blue’s special talent was safety and environmental health. Like every other pony, had his cutie mark covered by pants. He’d gotten a call about Vio’s suspension earlier. Vio slowly came down the steps, barely giving his father a glance. He sat down at the dinner table, slouching. As dinner began, the discussions began. “Violet, you have to learn to control your temper, you can’t go just punching somepony in the face,” Vio’s mother said, she was a bright red unicorn, Bella Roja with her special talent in hairstyling and other girly salon stuff. “She’s right, what drove you to it?” True Blue asked. “My friend was getting beat up, okay, should I just stand around and do nothing?!” Vio was absolutely irritated. “Vio, what did Sifu always teach?” True Blue looked deep in Vio’s eyes. “Never say can’t,” Violet mumbled. “And, what else?” Blue waited for the intended response. “Listen to your teachers,” Violet avoided eye contact. True Blue gave him a final stern look. Vio finally gave in. “Use Kung-Fu only for good, but I did, I was defending someone!” Vio tried defending his argument. “Dude, you get a teacher, you don’t need to fight,” the shorter, red Pegasus colt spoke up. Pounding Beats, Violet’s younger brother. He had a special talent in rhythm, drums, and trotstep. “Well, I did what I did, it’s who I am,” Vio began to stand up. Bella grabbed his hand as he walked off. “You haven’t begun to realize who you truly are,” she spoke with a concerned look. Vio stopped for a moment. Then pulled away, he returned to his room, locking himself in. 8:24 pm Vio had whipped out his game controller, and began playing Super Smash Ponies Brawl. He’d found a perfect Wi-Fi game. “Hey, stop launching me offstage, man!!” a player on the headset yelled. “Watch your back, brony,” Vio snickered a bit. He continued his organized button mashing. A new player had signed on. “Boy, you got some serious skills, VioRoyale,” the voice was female. She sounded a little older than Vio. If Vio was 16, then she sounded like 18 or something. “Thanks, you don’t seem to bad yourself… Whisper 1019, I’ve never seen your name come up in the roster before,” Vio responded to the mic. “Hardly anypony sees a Whisper, Violet,” the girl’s voice responded. Vio stopped and stared at the screen. “How do you know my name, do I know you?” Violet continued to play. “Possibly, I’m looking forward to seeing you soon,” Whisper said. “Well, I’ll be here almost every night for the next 2 months,” Vio spoke in a monotone voice. “You sound sad, why?” “It’s nothing, just that I’m stuck here with nothing but my computer, my games, and my books,” Vio looked over at his bookshelf. Rows of different genre spread out. His special talent was knowledge, after all. “Don’t worry, things might change,” Whisper signed off. “Heh, see you later, Whisper,” Vio spoke aloud to himself. Violet signed out around 9:06. He turned his music on, and played The Four Seasons- Spring. He turned up the volume. His dad’s voice called telling him to turn it down or put headphones on. He plugged in his headphones. He sat back in his chair, relaxing with his arms stretched out. Then it happened. His headphones began to make static, he got up and turned off the music. The static stayed, as he attempted to fix it, he grew dizzy. He slowly removed his headphones, walked over to his bed, and plopped down. His eyes blinked slowly, and as he did the world changed around him. The sound of low pitched hums woke him as he jolted up sweating, it was morning, and he had fallen asleep in his day clothes. But what was weirder, was that this wasn’t his bed, and the three ponies standing across the room were unknown to him. “Morning, star shine, that was the first tone, don’t want to miss breakfast now, do ya?” a puke green pony chuckled. He was wearing a school uniform of some kind. Vio jumped out of bed, and pressed himself against the wall. “What’s going on? Where am I? Who are you?!” Vio was freaking out. He didn’t like not knowing stuff. “We’re your roommates, dude, that’s Blue Jazz, Lucky, and I’m Green Star.” Green Star pointed to each of the other ponies in the room. He had a wicked smile on his face. Vio didn’t like him already. Vio saw the window, he ran for it, and looked around. He saw ponies walking around and in uniforms. “Whoa, brony, you’re not gonna jump are you?” The one known as Lucky said. Violet turned around to look at them fire burning in his eyes, and magic aura glowing in his horn. “Where. Am. I?” Vio spit the question out word by word.