//------------------------------// // Mon 04/07 // Story: Revelations: Ponya // by Nahnah390 //------------------------------// You’ll never understand why your mother insists on always taking the train when you moved. As you’re 21 now the word insisted means just that, insisted, it doesn’t mean you had to. Yet you suppose it’s fine, the poor woman’s suffered enough at this point. First your father dies and now your last remaining friend has died due to unknown causes… again. In the same week too, that has to get you some sort of record; maybe “least lucky nobleman” or “most depressing story by one who has never lived in poverty”. You’ve decided you have to be cursed or something so it’d probably be a good idea to make as few friends as possible this time. Normally you’ve lived in almost communities entirely populated with rich noblemen, magic users at that. At least Ponyvile is supposed to be a mixed farming community, maybe then it will be harder to fit in. Why do these trains have to shake so much anyway? You thought to yourself as your luggage made even MORE noise. How many more hours of this are left, your watch says… FIVE?!? Ughh at this rate you might as well fall asleep… not a bad idea actually. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until now, in fact you could probably just close your eyes and… ♪ Is that the sound of horse hooves? As you open your eyes to this odd sound you find yourself in the oddest of locations, it looks like the inside of a stage coach covered entirely in blue velvet. Not just any stage coach mind you, but a GIANT stage coach with quite a large amount of room between you and the other… passengers? Oh you get it, you must be dreaming. “Yes as a matter of fact, you are dreaming,” Said the passenger directly in front of you. Odd, you didn’t expect him to have mind reading powers. He appeared to be a man with long flowing brown hair, brown eyes, and gigantic wings. He’s magical and winged; what a wonderful combination. Then again so did the other passengers, all three of them. One with blond hair and blue eyes, one with brown hair and blue eyes, and the last one … is that a manikin? Before you can get a word in edgewise the brown haired, brown eyed man pushed a small sheet of paper on a table he materialized in front of him, directly in front of you. It read a convoluted series of statements that could be summarized as “I will not give up on life.” How odd, it hadn’t crossed your mind before; life wasn’t quite bad enough for that. Oh well what’s the harm. It’s just a dream after all. “That makes it even more important, as your subconscious does not lie.” You suppose that makes sense; in some sort of dream logic. First: Thunder Last: Nobleheart ♪ As you finish signing your name, you are awoken with a jolt. Oh, we’re here. Thankfully no one seems to be here waiting for you, it’s better off that way… although this is going to be the first time you’ve had to carry luggage by yourself. You can use magic to lift it so really they were unnecessary to begin with. The new house is a large three story building, most of the houses here are barely two stories to begin with, so it shouldn’t be that hard to find. As you lead your mother, your luggage, and your mother’s luggage toward the house, you end up cross the path of one pink haired girl. “GASP!” and then she disappeared. Huh? ->What? … Well that was odd, it’s probably going to come to haunt you later. That just tends to be the way these things work out. As you finally open your door to your new home, the first thing you hear when you turn on the lights is “Surprise!” Oh, please no! “Hi. I'm Pinkie Pie and I threw this party just for you. Were you surprised, were you, were you? Huh huh huh?” How do you know where I live? How did you get in my house? ->… “I’ll take that as a YES! You see I never saw you before, and if I never saw you before that means you're new, 'cause I know every pony, and I mean every pony in Ponyville, and if you're new, then it meant you haven't met anyone yet, and if you haven't met anyone yet, you must not have any friends, and if you don't have any friends then you must be lonely, and that made me so sad, and I had an idea, and that's why I went *gasp*, I'll just throw a great big ginormous super-duper spectacular welcome party and invite everyone in Ponyville. See? And now you have lots and lots of friends.” Delightful, you’ve never caused the death of an entire town before. She might have said something else but you started to drown her out as you searched frantically for somewhere quiet. You never really liked parties; you mostly just stood there and wondered what you were supposed to do. Oh good your new house has a library, WITH A DOOR! Ah peace at last, wait why does your library have someone else in it? Oh it’s a girl, with long purple hair with a pink stripe in it. You can actually talk about books with someone! Hooray! Oh wait- not hooray, the first friend to die is always the one you spend the most time with. Ah screw it; you’re probably just paranoid anyway. You might as well introduce yourself; the most she seems to be doing is looking at what books your house already has. ->Hello there! Uh… hi Uhhhhhhhhhhh… Your courage has gone up! “OH! I was just-“You cut her off with a pained grunt, it’s migraine time again! You’ve been getting these since about a month after you could walk. You’ve never had one quite this painful though. It feels like your brain is trying to drill out of your skull with a diamond tipped drill. Usually to make these migraines go away you have to sneak off somewhere and shoot a burst of magic, but this one’s practically forcing its way out. In fact- You let loose a blast of magic at the floor, and the blast creates a hole in the floor about the size of a rabbit hole. You’ve made these holes before, but they were usually the size of a quarter. You feel so much better though, no more migraine! In fact you feel so much better that you could just fall asleep on the nice carpet… Well this is a change of pace, you awake in some red realm of endless screaming, and by red realm, you mean, there’s a red fog covering everything so that it looks red. In fact the only thing that doesn’t look red is an indecipherable silhouette in the distance; a silhouette that’s getting closer at a dangerously fast speed. Just before whatever it is touches you; it stops on a dime and whispers into your ear in some mix of like three people’s voices, “Finally, you’ve found the trigger!” End of day. Diligence – 5 TANK Humor – 2 Sarcastic Courage – 3 Side kick Expression – 0 Stick figures Knowledge – 4 Book smart Understanding – 1 Inoffensive