//------------------------------// // 1-3: Status [RM] // Story: New beginnings // by Elementum77 //------------------------------// I was right, this town looked like it belonged in the medieval era, and from the looks of it there was no technology of any sort. Though we had only just gotten to the edge of the town, Well this what I could tell from the street we were looking down, Spitfire had stopped, staring down the street that was bustling with activity. I looked at her bemused, wondering the reason for the sudden stop, then noticing that her face carried an expression of either concern or annoyance. Suddenly she turned away from me, and walked towards an alleyway between what I assume is a bakery and some pony's home. Trailing behind her, I was trying to think of what to say, was she going somewhere in particular? was there someone she was trying to avoid? She did not look like the type of pony to have enemies. Well, she didn't come across that way in the time I had known her. “Why are we going down here?” I tried to keep my voice down, I was not sure where we were going but it seemed that she didn't want any other pony seeing us, so drawing attention was probably not the best idea. After a few more moments she stopped and looked back. Had I said something stupid? that would not have surprised me, but still I felt I did not deserve the empty glare. “I would rather not attract any attention” her voice was low like mine was. but what did she mean? why would she attract attention? had she done something wrong? “What do you mean?” I asked keeping my voice quiet, probably even softer than before. Her face changed once more, this time revealing more troubled expression, after letting out a small sigh she pointed over to a poster that was conveniently hanging on the wall. ‘The Wonderbolts’, greatest flying team in Equestria performing this week in Ponyville!” I tried to deconstruct the poster, at the top was the writing I had just read, big bold letters overlapping the image of the sky, below that was several pony’s all in costumes covering them from head to.. hoof. The pony’s them self all looked about the same height, some a little taller but nothing strange. Then I noticed it, the pony in the middle had the same mane as Spitfire. I looked back at her, remembering her asking me if had known about the Wonderbolts earlier, now I could see why, and the reason why we were sneaking around. It was no different than a celebrity back home, some don’t like the attention, it’s mainly those that don’t really have a talent that try and grab the spotlight, unfortunately those that did not feel the same way, were still lumped in with the celebrity status and were treated as so. “Ok, but then why did we come here” My face puzzled, not only to emphasize the question but also as a reaction to her own, It seemed she was shocked that I did not react more, shocked at this sudden realization was hanging around with a celebrity, really I was a little surprised, but I realized the fact that she didn't like the attention, so why be a dick and start doing exactly what she was trying to prevent by avoiding all those ponies earlier. She turned around, ignoring my question, a little annoyed I followed anyways. We eventually came out to an opening, it was a small park area where I could see some younger ponies playing, Foals as they're called I guess. We walked around the fence separating the gravel and the grass, and eventually walked onto the grass itself. The park was not big, it was mostly grass two benches, and a set of small play equipment for foals, in other words the place to go when parents want to sit back and let their kids entertain themselves. Though I guess the reason we were here was in fact the fact kids... Foals are not really in to the whole celebrity thing, not in the same way adults are. During my thoughts I did not notice spitfire sitting down, I flailed over eyeing the bench, staring at it for the first time in my life, a question that I never thought I would ask ‘How do I sit down?’ “What’s the matter” Spitfire was looking at me just as confused as I was looking at the bench, examining how she was sitting, well it was more like lying down, even that looked complex. I climbed up, standing on the bench, she looked at me with more confusion this time accompanied by a raised eyebrow. I tried to sit down as I would normally, but I slipped off the bench as soon as my flank made contact, once more pulling myself up I tried a different approach, trying to remember how a dog would sit, with it’s back legs stretched out and it’s forehoovs holding the front up. This to a degree worked, though felt extremely weird. at least Spitfire was no longer looking at me like I was mad. No wait she was staring at the foals, did she know them? No otherwise they probably would have come over. “Is something wrong” My voice now back to normal volume, however she was not responding, her gaze still fixed on the foals, obviously deep in thought. I sighed, my guide was day dreaming and I was sitting on a bench with no idea what to do, where I am, or what I am going to do. At least I am not dead, I have that much to be thankful for, well Spitfire to be precise. Actually that raises another question, why was she still with me? From what I gathered earlier she was going to walk with me to town, but we had walked around town to this park. Wait... I followed her, is that the reason? Well she has not said anything so I guess I am not in the wrong, perhaps I sho- “If your looking for a job, I may know of one” I snapped my neck around, back to spitfire. She was now focused on me, and was offering me information on a job. A job that I have no prior experience in... But I guess if I am going to survive here I am going to need money, and a place to stay. “Really? Do you think they would hire me” Realistically I doubt they would, but the question was worth asking , though perhaps spitfire’s celebrity status may help me. Wait no I should not try to use her as a I should not use my acquaintance with her as leverage to get a job to get a job, she had saved me and was now offering to help me, and all I can think of is ways to exploit her. Then surprisingly she let out a small laugh, then tilting her head back to the foals, great time to be ignored again. “I am sure they will, though there might be a few conditions” now she’s not even looking at me while talking, I thought I was the one being rude. “Conditions” I said, actually looking at her. Though I doubt even if I fulfilled these conditions I could get the job. “Well for one, you're going to have to learn to fly. Secondly you have to keep it secret that you have the job” Secret? wait is this going to be Illegal? not that it matters, I can’t fly anyways. “Well I can’t fly” I guess that would be the most important thing to state, questioning the ‘secret’ part is pointless unless I can fulfil the first condition. “You can learn on the job” her voice, seemed like it had more humor back in it. Wait if that’s the case then I guess I can ask more “So why do I need to keep it secret?” This is what I really wanted to know, to be honest I don’t want to be doing something illegal as my first job, well any job if i can help it. “Well I don’t think your going to want all the attention it brings with it, having direct access to celebrities means that your like a foot in the door for some pony getting to meet said celebrity's “ That makes sense, I mean Public representatives and those that work for celebrities normally keep it quiet for that reason Wait what? What is she talking about, she is going to get be a job where I have... “Your offering me a job?” She can’t be serious, we met earlier today, and now she is offering me a job. “Yea, you don’t seem at all affected by talking or being with me, and since you already have skills in management you sound ideal for it” Would this be a good time to say I was lying? Actually, this might just be the time to keep my mouth shut “I would love to, when do I start” That came out way too eager, but I don’t care, if I can get a job like this then of course I am going to sound eager, this is better than the jobs I was aiming for back home! “Whoa, calm down, I am going to have to introduce you to the rest of the team before we do anything, after all you will be helping in managing the entire team so I think they're going to want to meet you” Sounds reasonable, I assume that by the other’s she means the other ponys I saw posing on the poster. “Okay then, where are they?” This is great, not only did she save my life, but now she was giving me a job anyone would die for. “Well they're in Cloudsdale, training probably, I was just flying from there before bumping, well catching you” Not going to live that down I am sure “So we need to go back there” A sudden feeling of weightlessness enveloped me, looking down I could see the bench getting further away with each second. Looking up I was being held up by my waist by spitfire, and she was carrying me, and flying...very fast...