"It all happened so fast, so quickly. Faster than the transition from Celestia's day to Luna's night... My name is Dr. Geppetto Zoenigberg, and I will tell you my life story and how your greatest dreams can turn into your greatest NIGHTMARE."
“It was a cold, snowy December night, preparations for Equestria's Hearth Warming Eve was in the process, but here in Rushia, us ponies were celebrating a different type of joy. Joy from defeating the Batscanvians at the Saddoliet Union War a few hundred years ago. This holiday we simply just called Rushia Day. For this, the streets was empty, with no absolute sign of life as ponies prepare for the celebration the following day. The baring midnight ground glisened as the brilliant orange light from the lamp post reflected off it. White balls of dancing angels fell on my face and melted upon contact. A bell rang, and the sudden sound of clopping hooves could be heard, distancing itself from me. The door open and a pair of hooves raised me from my hamper. A rush of warm air hit my face as I reached a stopping point. The humid air was continuous and for the first time in my life, I opened my eyes and saw her. A mare whose coat was beige and mane was blonde as the winter festival's sun braided in the most magnificent braid I've ever seen. The only clothing she had was a red patterned scarf with many designs. She glanced deeply into my eyes, and that look that mare given me was my sign of trust for a loving guardian." She looked around hoping to find the pony who left me with her. But nopony could be found in the dark snowy alley. So she smiled
" hummm. What will I call you?...Ahh I got it! Geppetto, Geppetto Zoenigberg. Welcome to the family" and took me in.
5 years passed, and the year was 1933. Those 4 numbers made me what I am today. The hard wooden floor cracked and rumbled as I dragged my toys across it. The week was very busy for us, and we had just returned home last night. My blue eyes glanced upwards through my glasses as I saw that same beige mare paced slowly in a circle while reading a letter. Maslo Creme was her name, and even though I lived with her my entire life, I still prefer to call her Maslo. I stared anxiously at her, wondering what she was reading cause she had a very blank look on her face.
My heart raced, and I was breathing hard, but not so hard she could hear me. Mulso , after what seemed like a thousand moons finally looked away from it and stared blankly at me. A grin grew upon her face, then a smile. "“Go pack your things Geppetto, were going out" Surprised, I dash down the hall into my room, got my case and started packing.
" I wondered why Mulso told me to pack up, I hope I didnt do anything wrong, probably I did." I said quietly while putting the last bit of things into my bag. A tear started to roll down my cheek. "Probably it's not nothing bad. It just might be i'll find my parents." I thought in my mind.
" Are you done yet Geppetto?" Yelled Muslo softly.
I wipe off my developing tear and yelled back."Yea..yes ma'am" I dragged my bag off my bed and head to the door out my room. I paused myself and turned around exploring the now vacant room, thinking to myself if this the last time I'll see this room. I smiled and exited out. The bag was heavy but I eventually gained control of it.
" Ready to go?" Muslo asked. Replying l just nodded and we left the house. The smell of fresh pancakes covered the entire block while the birds chirped and flew across the street as the warming sun raised over the horizon. After a hour or so, we reached St. Ponysburg. It was extremely rare went to cities like this , since most of the time we visited places near our neighborhood. It was crowded, and many ponies were rushing to get one place to another. Conversations could be heard all around the area. Soon we reached the train station. That same terrifying thought rushed into my head as I thought the obvious.
" It looks like she is giving me away." I looked down, dragging my hooves along the marble patterned floor beginning to cry again. To make sure this if this is true, I decided to ask Muslo what we are doing here. And that I asked. Mulso handed me the same note she was reading earlier back home. It was a invitation. But not no ordinary one, but a invitation to Celestia's School of Gifted Unicorns in Equestria. My eyes widen at the sight.“ Celestia, daughter of the creators of the universe, invited me to a private school. My teachers always told me that everything you dream will happen if you believe in yourself, but I never would have thought that this would occur." I said in my head .We stopped and front of us was the train tracks. The tracks that I knew, will lead me to a new world, new government, and a new me.
Mulso then put her hoof over my shoulder. I looked up and she looked down. The feeling I felt was the same feeling I had when I first glanced at her."Geppetto.." Muslo said smiling." You are a great filly, that can do big things. Even when I saw your cute little face the first time I held you in my arms I knew, I knew... you capable of doing extraordinary things""TRAIN 17, CANTERLOT,EQUESTRIA, ALL ABOARD" the train ticketer yelled though the roaring crowd."Just know Geppetto, I love you deep down in my heart, and even when im gone , I'll still be in here" Muslo said pointing at my heart. She then reached into her saddle bag and took out a amulet, and hoofed it to me. I accepted it and placed in my bag. Looking back at Muslo she hugged me, and I hugged her back. Quickly I ran to the train I looked back at her."Do big things." she said beginning to cry, with a single tear escaping her eye. I smiled back and entered the train giving the ticket to the ticketer and took my seat.
Out the window she stood, I watched and waved my hoof goodbye, and she did the same. The train was moving and Muslo was fading. We waved until I was no more and she was no more. I started to feel upset until I saw something shiny hanging out my bag. It was the amulet Muslo gave me. I didn't see inside of it yet, so I opened it. It was a picture of me and Mulso when she first got me on that Cold, Snowy, December night.