//------------------------------// // Meet Moonglow // Story: Days of the Night // by Petro //------------------------------// Chapter One: Meet Moonglow As the last train for Ponyville left the station, a small shout was heard. "Wait! Wait! Nonononono! Stop!" A young stallion with a silver coat, midnight blue eyes and vest, and dark red mane yelled over the din of the marketplace crowd. Whoever thought it was a good idea to put a market next to a train station sure didn't have me in mind. He thought to himself. "Well shit. Now I gotta walk there" He grumbled as he began the long trek to Ponyville. "I sure as hell hope this is worth it" was the last thing heard as he trotted away from his hometown. Meet Moonglow Sparkle, a one-of-a-kind unicorn with an uncertain fate. During the first lunar eclipse since Nightmare Moon's banishment he was born into Equestrian citizenship. A year later, Twilight Sparkle, Element of Magic, was born. throughout his life, Moonglow learned many things, one of the being that he was more of an Earth pony than a unicorn. [POV: Moonglow] As I trotted along next to the rail tracks, I reached into my saddlebags and pulled out the letter that was the cause of my now arduous journey to Ponyville. Dear Moonglow, My name is Twilight Sparkle, when doing some research on family history, I only read a few things about you. I was hoping that you could come to meet me in Ponyville to help with the genealogy project that I'm working on and help me record more information about the more distant parts of the Sparkle family. I'll meet you at the Ponyville library, it's a giant tree, you can't miss it. I hope this letter finds you well, Twilight Sparkle I had received the letter early this morning and was ready to leave before noon. You see, my house had been pretty bare, containing only a few personal items and the essentials, after all, growing potatoes for a living doesn't exactly pay well. Plus, when my parents passed away, I was left noting in their wills. It all went to support the Canterlot Library's Starswirl the Bearded Wing. Luckily, the town had 'passed around a hat' and helped me build myself a quaint home. Soon enough, my stomach growled at me, actually it was more of a roar. I hadn't eaten since breakfast, so I stopped by a small tree, sat down, and dropped my saddle bags. Opening them up again, I did a quick inventory check: water, apples, broken family photo, more apples, rope, even more apples, self-enchanted knife, and a few potatoes. Why I had so many apples still confused me, I didn't even like them! So, for a quick meal I got out a potato and peeled it with my knife. After around 10 minutes I cleaned up and resumed my travels. It was probably about 6 o'clock in the afternoon and I started to hum quietly to myself. My thoughts became flooded with anxious questions about Twilight. Would she like me? Would she treat me like a freak like the rest of my family? And many more like those. Then it struck me, I had no idea what she looked like!Oh Celestia panic! were the first thoughts in my head after that. "No, bad. Panicking is bad" I muttered."Wait a sec, did I just say that out loud?" "Eeyup" said a calm, baritone voice that nearly made me soil myself. I looked around to see who was talking but saw nothing. "Back here" came the voice again. I looked behind me only to witness a great wall of crimson that could be called a pony. Seeing such a large pony nearly scared me to death, so I did the only thing I could think of. I fainted and face-planted into the dirt. Smooth. ===================== Ugh... my head. What happened? Suddenly, everything came back to me. The letter, missing the train, walking, apples, big red dude. Man, today was weird. *poke* Dafuq was that! *poke* *poke* "Do not want. Five more hours please" was all I could say. Mental facehoof. *POKE* *POKE* *POKE* Okay, this is getting annoying. Waking up now. One eye open, all blurry from sleep. Two eyes open, Unidentified object detected! It was a cream and red blob, and it was standing on top of me. "Ugh...what do you need? I'm broke, take my apples, just don't hit my face." Why do I keep saying these things? Again, mental facehoof. "You're weird." The blob said. "...uh, thanks?" I stammered. "Wow, I didn't know blobs could talk!" "Ah ain't no blob!" It said defiantly. I blinked a few times, and details appeared. First and foremost was that "It" was not a blob, but a cute little filly with a cream coat, light red hair and eyes, and a matching bow. It was standing on my chest, eyeballing me. I was laying on a ... couch? Where the buck am I? The room I was in was quaint, but a tad bit too country-esque for me to have returned to Trottingham. A fire was crackling over to my right, and I probably was lying there for a few minutes before my stomach growled/roared. I looked at the clock, it was around 8 o'clock in the morning. Damn, I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday! My stomach roared again, causing the little filly to laugh hard enough to fall off of me with an unusually loud thud. "Um, excuse me, little miss? Sorry 'bout calling you a blob. Is there any food here?" I gingerly asked. Of course there's going to be food here you idiot! Man, I can be so stupid sometimes. I facehoofed, a tad bit too hard. I sure hope I don't get a black eye from that, I didn't even know I was that strong! The filly looked at me with concern. "Don't worry, I'm fine." "O-kay, come on, the kitchen's this way. We have some leftover waffles!" Waffles. Hell yes! I love waffles, a bit too much some say. So at the sound of that one special word, I bolted off of the couch. "Ugh...lack of bloodflow...ack!" I said as I collapsed, slamming my head against the hard wooden floor, looking up at the swirly blob that was the celing. Why does this keep happening to me? Maybe I'm just really good at falling. STBU brain. I felt a small trickle of blood run down the side of my head. "Hey mister, you all right?" she asked. "Umm...nope." I said as everything began to go black and swirly.