Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! *click* went Big Mac's alarm clock until he turned it off. The time was 3 am and Big Mac had to make the train bound for Manehattan at 3:30. The room was dark and everything was concealed by black.
"Where is my suitcase- OW!" a screech purged from Big Mac's lips as he tried to navigate his room without waking the rest of the Apple family. He reached his hoof around in the pale dark until he found something that felt like a handle.
"Yup that's my suitcase" he said to himself in a hush but proud tone. But the room was still black as midnight and Mac still could not see. He searched in vain all the while bumping into things and cursing under his breath. Finally he found the light switch. He flicked it on and he squinted from the sudden change in light.
"Big Mac what is with the confounded bright light- OH good heavens you are bleeding" Applejack said in shock as she walked into his room. Mac had badly scratched himself on one of the edges of his dresser and blood was dripping down his leg and on the dresser.
OH I guess it was so dark in here that I managed to bash my leg in" Big Mac said looking down now at his hoof that was trickling with blood. He didn't want his sister to be concerned about him but he had a rather large fear of blood especially since it was the same color as his coat.
"Let me go get a couple bandages and some spray" Applejack said with a sickly look on her face as she trotted off to the bathroom. Through all the commotion none of the other Apple family member's awoke. Applejack soon returned with a roll of white bandage tape and spray.
"This will sting Mac so just hold your tongue" she said as she sprayed. Mac let out a small yelp at the stinging sensation in the spray as it grazed the gash on his leg.
"Oh don't be such a big baby Mac" Applejack said in a motherly sort of tone. She slowly took the white bandage tape and wrapped it around Mac's leg. When she finished wrapping she kissed his "boo-boo".
"Does that feel better?" she said in a sarcastic tone. Big Mac only looked at her with a "stop trying to be funny" sort of look.
"Sister I know you try to be funny on a regular ba- *gasp* is that the TIME I got to go?" Big Mac said looking over at the clock. It read 3:20 am he had to be at the train station in 10 minutes. His sister looked at him puzzled and confused.
"Where are you going?" she said puzzled and confused. That was when Big Mac realized he never told his sister he was leaving for Manehattan.
"Sis you remember Mr.Pony-Man right?" Mac said into her bright green eyes. Applejack nodded in understanding. Big Mac knew he would have to let his sister down gently in telling her he would be gone for a while.
"Well he said I can come and help him write poetry, isn't that exciting!" he said in a ear to ear grin. Applejack continued to look puzzled which only caused Mac's bright smile to slowly turn into a drooping frown.
"But Mac how will we manage the farm without you?" she said rather stunned with tears forming in her eyes. Mac felt like the worst big brother ever not telling his little sister where he was going.
"Sister you know what this could mean for my poetry career" he said with an exciting tone in his voice. His sister only looked down at her hooves and began to cry. Her tears like pools of iridescent turquoise.
Mac lifted a hoof and propped up his sister's head and dried her eyes. He gave her a slight smile.
"Mac please don't leave you can't! Applebloom and I can't run this farm by OURSELVES!" she screamed as tears streamed down her face. Big Mac had to step back as if not to get punched by his sister. Applejack looked back at the ground her tears becoming thicker and thicker as she whimpered and cried.
Mac embraced her in a warming hug and wiped away her tears. He then put his hoof over her heart.
"I will always be right here whenever you need me" he said with a smile. He held her in the hug.
"If you really need to go and pursue your career" she said with a smile finally appearing on her face.
"This is a one and a lifetime chance and I want to pursue it with what limited time I have" Mac said in an explaining voice.
"I love you" Applejack said giving him a hug and kiss goodbye.
"I love you too" Mac said returning the hug and kiss. Mac picked up his suitcase and went downstairs and opened the front door. He looked back and saw his sister looking at him waving goodbye. Mac galloped off to the train station he only had 5 minutes to get across town to the train station.
"I'm not gonna make it" Mac said to himself. He felt as though his knees were gonna buckle right under him and he hadn't noticed the blood from the gash was starting to seep through the bandage. Mac made it just in time in front of the train. The conductor looked at him in a puzzled way.
"Ticket please" the conductor said. Mac handed him the ticket and the conductor cut out the initials M.N. which stood for Manehattan. Mac then slowly got aboard one of the cars and entered it. It was a bright red on the inside with beautiful green seats. Many ponies were sitting among these seats and eventually Mac found a seat just for him. He sat down and groaned in pleasure over his aching hooves running at top speeds. He slowly began to drift off to sleep when his stomach tried to do its best timber wolf impression.
"So very hungry" Big Mac said to himself. Then he remembered he brought along some biscuits. He opened his suitcase and took one out. It had a fresh grain and apple smell just the way he liked it. He bit into it he moaned with pleasure at the taste and moistness of the bread.
"So delicious" he said to himself. The train blew its whistle piercing the silent night air and its gears cracked and turned as it slowly backed away from the station. Mac looked out at the station and watched it until it could be seen no more. He then sat and enjoyed his biscuit until he saw the most beautiful sight. The sun rising its orangey gloom casting a ray of light over the plains of white lilies. Mac was in awe at the beauty of these flowers.
"This would be great for a poem" he said. He then jolted for his briefcase grabbing his parchment, quill and ink, and glasses. He shoved the more biscuit in between his lips and began to write.
"The beauty of Equestria could be summed in the delicate lily,
It is shy and finicky but yields a flower so beautiful it makes angel pony's weep,
the only thing to match such beauty is the sun,
Its crimson and orange glow could make one in awe for a millennia,
The only thing to make it better is a fresh biscuit to purse your lips,
Equestria my home its beauty and its flowers".
Mac then put away his newly created poem and other materials into his suitcase. He then finished his biscuit and stretched his aching muscles. He looked down at his wound and touched it he winced. It was still very painful but not over-bearing. Mac slowly drifted off thinking of poems, Manehattan, and lilies.