Chapter 2: A place to call home
I felt so deluded. I felt so fooled.
“Dang”, that was the only thing that ringed in my mind when I saw that cottage. Poor thing was in shambles, possibly abandoned for who knows how long and so full of dust it could easily top the dirt coughed from a waking volcano.
But if life give you lemons... I really couldn’t complain, I had nowhere to go and after checking I could tell the outer structure was just fine and firm there wasn’t risk of having the floor dropping on my head.
My cottage wasn’t too far from the town, but it was somewhat close to a place folks don’t like very much, a forest, the dark and creepy type and though they say almost nothing comes out of it I figured I should put few locks and something for illumination just for safety.
Once I was finished with my thoughts I started by cleaning the dirt outside since it was giving that cottage and even creepier air to it, the weeds surrounding it didn’t help either and there was also those darned vines growing around the walls. I had a full day of work ahead of me.
Thankfully my frustration was brief, when I walked inside to see how it looked like that cottage surprised me having nearly everything I needed to live: well conserved furniture, a food store without pests and the bedroom will had a nice bed with, though dusty, great mattress.
On my first night in that old, but comfortable, place my mind dwell on Princess Celestia’s words before my departure: “Your memories will eventually come back, when it happens I request you to either come back or write a report to me. I will be waiting with high expectations”. Anyway if someone as important as her is willing to aid me I must have something she needs, that’s how things work. The bad news is that I don’t have even the slightest clue of what this “something” could be.
Nevertheless my life in this town already started. I was so anxious to see what my place would look like I didn’t even care to meet anyone, but to be honest I’m not enthusiastic on meeting anyone either. Life would be easier if we hadn’t to rely all the time on other people...
The next morning was a nice and bright day, I woke up with the sun flashing through the thin curtains of my bedroom but didn’t want to get up, I was tired and still couldn’t remember anything. Silly me, to think, hope, that my memories would come back as easy as they were gone.
Just to make certain I haven’t overlooked anything I double-checked my saddlebags meticulously, but nothing new. Not even a single note nor anything that could give me a clue. But something really didn’t add up, if I had something the royalty needed why couldn’t they help me recover my memories instead of sending to this place? I’m not one to judge stuff but whatever I had they needed it and sounded like serious business.
I spent half of the morning thinking on this, on the other half I’ve decided to go out and find a job. I had no food in the store and I was starting to get hungry too.
I moved to the town nearby (I think it’s called Ponyville) and started looking for places where I could work. The only problem was that I didn’t remember on what I could actually help since I had no memories or whatever I used to do for a living.
My first attempts weren’t very encouraging as some of them would not even let me ask properly for a job who knows why, it seemed that they avoided me like I had Influenza and would barely let me even explain my situation. I was saddened by their behavior and thought on going back home and call it a day, but my belly begged to differ and kept me on another few unsuccessful attempts.
The situation went the same for the following days, my disappointment aided by my hunger made my levels of frustration grow steadily reaching its peak on my last attempt at one of the very few places I still hadn’t applied for. The prompt refusal of the owner, who didn’t even LOOK at me, made me throw a tantrum and out of sheer anger I kicked a wagon full of hay that was in my way hard enough to flip it, after that the folks living there were glaring on me and I did the same back at them.
I got really tired of them. Why they were acting like that? What was wrong with all of them? Are they always that hostile towards newcomers? Have I ever done something against any of them? So many questions, no answers and my stomach was growling so much I could barely hear my own thoughts.
I lost the track of time while looking for a job, but it had been days since I last ate anything and if the situation persists I’m afraid I’ll have to leave this place. Perhaps I’ll have more luck in that big city, in Canterlot.
What really bugs me is how I am going to tell the princess this. I had shivers just to think on how she would react on my complete failure to socialize.
Heh, I guess the name “Lone Star” really suited me. A little bit too well for comfort.