Chapter 1 – At least today had roses...
"...Hey...Hey...Hey... Hey..."
Your ears flicker to the deep sounding voice coming from somewhere around where you lay. But your too deep in sleep to full care where or who the voice is; so you lay on the dirt floor a little longer as the bellowing deep voice starts back up.
".... Buddy....Buddy.... Buddy..."
You finally give an answer to the voice as you move your neck a little further into the dirt where you lay. You smack your dry mouth as mumbled a reply, "...five more minutes Twiovit...."
With a sharp jab to your side your eyes fling open to the outside worlds bright sun. Your eyes are overwhelmed as your past out sleepy darkness is shattered with the bright sun and color trees and flowers that sit around you, "Dah!" You quickly bring your dirt covered hooves up to your eyes, but as you do this your left leg has a soreness in it that makes it take an extra second to your minds given objective.
The voice in front of where you lays talks as you feel a lighter tap from the object that poked you, "Good...now rise my zombie or demon pony creation."
You stop rubbing your eyes as you look through your legs to the male voice, what the heck did he just say? You stare at the small black maned grey unicorn who continues to poke a shovel at you. His colt like size doesn't match his deep voice at all so you push the wood part of the shovel aside slowly as you talk, "Don't you think you should be playing with someone own age?"
The stallion stops as he shoves the shovel on the ground next to himself. He stares at you a little puzzled as he taps his hoof to his face, "...Hey...you're not a zombie."
You blink at him as you think, why would this guy think I’m a zombie? You shake your head which sends a slight pained throb through your head, you bring your hoof up to your head as you talk, and “Ah...why does my head hurt?" Your mind and thoughts about last night or almost anything before that seem locked and you can't bring yourself to thinking. You're a little concerned about that but strangely you feel almost completely ok at the same time.
"Ohhhhh." The stallion nods his head as he points his hoof to you, "...It’s you...how have you been you drunken fool, you sound like you had a fun night did ya? Woozy head, slurred words and wandering into people’s gardens." His voice loses its playfulness as he hits against one of your bottom hooves with the back of the shovel, "...Could you please move yourself you're on a fresh grave."
Your eyes widen as you sit up and look to the head stone behind you...'here lies Stony hopes and dreams'.
The stallion shakes his head proudly as he looks at the headstone, "It was a good week." He losses the smile as he looks back to you, "Ugh, would you mind moving to the side a little...these are my hopes and dreams...and you are no golden flanked mare." He motions his head down as he continues, "...And frankly I’m tired of seeing it."
You roll yourself to your side as you struggle to keep eye contact away from the small stallion as your embarrassment takes hold.
You stand up awkwardly on four legs before you pick your front to off the ground and try to move with just your back. As you try to take your first step you come crashing back down to the soft dirt you once laid on.
The stallion shakes his head as he leans on the shovel, "My Luna...you're so drunk you can't even walk. Poor, poor little betrunken narr. "
You give a little chuckle as you rub your lower back side where you fell, "No, I just forgot I have to use four legs." You lose your chuckled smile as you squint your eyes at your comment.
"Forgot?" The grey stallion looks you over a little confused as you take to your hooves for the second time.
As you get the balance of your hooves you give a slow shaking of the head, "I think so..." You look to the ground again as you think over the stallion’s earlier comment, "You said betrunken, is that my name?"
The grey stallion gives a low toned chuckle as he stares at you, "ha ha...no, and for somepony who works at a library you're not very smart are you? You should look it up when you get back."
You think over his words for a moment, I work at a library...and what the hell?... I can't remember my name? Your mind starts running as you try to remember something that sits just on the tip of your tongue...the thought you can't quite get is heavy from the way your mind is pushing it but you can't bring it out. You finally give up as you look to the grey stallion, "You said I was drunk?"
The stallion shakes his head as he points to a trampled rose bush that sits on the edge of the tan hay covered house, "Yes, you stumbled into my yard late last night eat my roses, throw up and then passed out."
You give a smile as you shrug the notion off, "Not bad for a college boy."
"Oh hochschule hu? Where Celestia university?" The stallion raised an eyebrow waiting for your answer.
You stumble on your words as you blink brainless to the comment, "I-I can't remember..."
The stallion squints at you as he extends his hoof, "Well you seem to have forgotten everything...good job... so I might as well introduce myself...My name is Tombstone or Stony, your pick."
You look at his hoof as you extend yours and wrap it around his awkwardly, "Hi." You push your hoof and his up and down as you shake it.
Stony moves his hoof back from you as he looks at you as if you were crazy, "I think I left you out in the sun too long."
His words bring a thought to your head as you look around the sun filled world, "How long was I outside?"
Stony shrugs as the shovel next to him takes on a light blue-grey glow and lifts from the ground. He walk past you as he talks, "Well I went to sleep and woke up and you were still there...then I went into town and you were still here when I got back...-Oh ya that reminds me you keep saying something in your sleep-.."
You feel like watching a shovel floating next to some stallion should strike you as odd but you ignore this feeling as you quickly cut his path off, "What? What was I saying?"
The pony squints at you as he stops, "Do I look like the kind of pony who listens to other ponies sleep talking?"
You blink at him silently.
"You keep saying something about some mare named Twiovit." He walks past you as he continues his path which seems to end at a small wooden shed.
You stare at the ground as you mow over the name in your mind, Twiovit? Who the heck is that...? "Hey! How do you know it’s a chick?" You cut his path off again as you anxiously wait for his reply.
Stony lets out a sigh as he stops, "It is not a chicken it was a girl." He looks you over again before he pushes past you, "...Or it might be a chicken I don't know."
You watch as he continues his path to the wooden shed with his shovel hovering next to him. But you're too focused on the thought that rages in your mind, what happened last night? You strain your brain as you stare at the dirt next to your hoof, you trace the fur up your leg as you stop at a dirty red-dirt covered spot. You bring your other hoof up to it and touch it, as you do this a twinge is sent through your leg, "ahhh." You continue to examine the fur for a moment, but the moment doesn't last long as you hear a loud thunder clapping in the distinct.
"Hey! Drunk! You should just come inside, that library is way too far for you to walk now."
You bring your head to the stallions voice as you move at a quickened pace to where he stands.
End of chapter 1