Nightshift stepped out of the gates, looking back at the home he had to leave behind. “Goodbye, good luck, and good riddance” he said to himself, beginning his long march forward to who knows where. Never looking back the unicorn walked, never looking back.
One foot ahead of another he marched in silence, his head snapped to attention, there was a strange sound, it was rhythmic, and he wondered if this was music. The sound got closer and closer until he saw what it was coming from, a small spherical thing, floating over the ground.
The pictures in old books that he had seen was not enough to convey the sheer oddity of the device, it seemed impossible that it was able to fly but he knew that magic was in itself, impossible. He would have said something to it but the music stopped, he craned towards the machine, wondering why it had stopped. He let out a breath that he did not know he was holding in when a new song began to play. The music swayed back and forth and he did the same, becoming lost in the music.
The music halted again, but not in the same way as last time, it was cut off, the tune had ended halfway through a verse, the song should not have ended there. There was a brief crackling noise followed by somepony clearing its throat.
“Hello there, I know you’re new out here and I can help you, trust me.” The voice was very odd sounding as if it were being spoken by a robot; Nightshift looked at the thing, took one look behind him and ran off as fast as his legs could carry him.
“I need a better way to get them to trust me” the voice said before the music resumed where it left off.