Vocaloid in Equestria: beta session

by DerpyStarlet

Chapter 37: It came from the sky!

In the event of business, life was good for this old stallion. He had just recently sold a cart full of his Apple products to the buffalo herd, camping close in this area.

Despite the fact that they offer rocks of value for trade instead of bits, it was worth it.

Once he returns home he will have enough to cover the expenses for seven months, and still have a little for a salt lick block or two. He was lucky, normally the tribes were already supplied by his neighbor's in the town near by; however, one of the little ones in the camp had accidentally destroyed the supply they had, so as it turns out, he came just in time. Good thing he decided to go when he did, otherwise he would have lost a great opportunity.

He hummed in a pleasant fashion, feeling fairly happy with the way he's day was turning out to be.

But, suddenly, he heard something, a rumbling kind of noise. If he didn't know any better, he would have swore that it sounded a lot like...thunder?

At first, their was a whistling sound in the air, like wind chimes in a strong gust. It just got louder and louder and louder, until it slowly went silent, like a whistle that was losing its voice after a time without stop.

THUMP, CRACK!!!

Suddenly, the ground shook, telling him that something big just made contact, with the ground, just a little ways behind him, and it must have broken something.

Dust was settling on his gray flanks, setting his nerves on edge.

He turned around, slowly, not too eager to see what it was that just made a crash landing in the vary spot he walked across, just moments before.

His heart stopped, just for a moment, but it stopped all the same, for behind him was a living being, or rather, it was living.

It had four limbs, two of them had claws on them while the others looked to be the feet, what with the strange looking shoes on and all; however, this thing wasn't using its appendages. In fact, it wasn't even standing. The thing must have a good muscle balance in its body, because It just now tipped over on its back. From the way it fell, he guessed it was standing on its head for a little bit, or rather, it landed that way. (which would explain the sound of braking he herd before)

Walking over, he took a more personal view of the thing, sticking his muzzle close to its face.

Just as he thought, it was dead; unless it's neck was always this crooked to begin with. It look bent, in an unusual way, like it wasn't made to fit like that. Was that a bone sticking out under the skin?

Feeling somewhere between disgusted and relieved, he then began to look at the rest of the things features.

He could see that it was skinny, with pail white skin, but no fur. It's mane was longer then any he ever saw, nearly as long as the creature was tall, split by two red square like ponytails on ether side of its head. The clothing was a mixture of black and green,( or was it a type of blue?) matched together in a vary high class fashion, which he didn't rely cared for. It's lower arms were surrounded by some black funnel like things that seem to be solid too the touch, like metal, but softer.

He than looked into its mouth, which was gaping wide open.

It seems to have a mixture of sharp and flat teeth, which meant that this thing was both able to eat both grass and...meat. he was the son of a dentist, so he came to learn how teeth varied by what they were supposed to chew, And there was no mistaking it, this thing was a highbred of the two, which meant only one thing in his rational mind.

“I knew it." He said, feeling awestruck “I knew it!! Aliens do exist!! Grand Pap was right, I can't believe It!!"

His luck just got better in his opinion. Even the most highly educated ponies in Equestria can't argue with the fact that this was an alien. It came from the sky, aliens come from the sky. It's an unidentified creature, aliens were unidentified creatures. Shoot! it even looked like in alien, and aliens look like aliens!

Maybe he can get to town, buy a knew wagon, return here and pick up the body (despite how disgusting that my seem) pull it back to town and prove to everyone that they do In fact exist and that he found it; Besides, it wouldn't hurt to get some publicity from all of this, maybe his business would do better for it too.

He was so excited, this day was just getting better and better, but then he hears a loud "pop" sound. He looks back to the body, were he herd the sound come from. It's neck was now strait, bent back into place some how, but the next thing he noted, was more disturbing.

It. Was. Breathing!!!

He jumps back three feet, figuring that it may be too dangerous to stay so close. No telling what it can do if giving half the chance.

His Pap always had stores of how Aliens can melt your brains, with just a glance. Now that one was here, he didn't want a chance getting spotted.

His day just took a horrifying tern for a possible worse, as the body began to move.

What happened too me? I was so relaxed with the wind rushing past me, sending me into a special place in my mind, but then, I suddenly hit something. Something hard, and dusty, and smelly I think. Next thing I know, my neck is in extreme pane! I think, something broke, but I can't scream. my throat feels blocked, like a garden hose that was kinked.

Air was knocked out of me, but I can't replace it, because I can't breathe ether. I felt...dread, confusion, panic, anger and sadness, all at once, making a bad emotional Casserole , that I didn't won't to touch.

Then the world went black, and I knew no more...

I opened my eyes somewhat lazily, blinking the haze away from my vision. Then I saw the sky, but it was...oddly new. I don't know why, but it feels like I know what I see, yet it feels like I don't know what I see. It's hard to describe.

For example, I'm looking at a cloud in the sky rite now. It looks like any other cloud, no significant difference; however, I can't help but feel that it's nothing like the ones I knew before.

Suddenly I yawn, heavily, which told me that my body needed more air then what I was taking in.

Wait, didn't I have a problem with breathing before?

Then the realization hit me, I landed on the ground, on my head!!! I sit up in a flash, immediately, regretting it. The agony I felt in my neck was horrible. It was like I ran into a clothes hanger line made of wire, at full speed, only it felt like I cracked something as well.

I tried to peace together what happened: how did I fall and where from? How hard did I land on the ground to feel this way?

Where am I? How did I get here? But more importantly.

...Who, am I...

I don't know my name, my face, my friends, my family, nothing! I draw a blank every time I try to remember anything!

I rub my neck with my left hand, only to stop at the unfamiliar contact with my skin.

I reach my hand out in front of me to see it more closely. It seems normal, but I don't recognize its features in the slightest bit. I have white skin apparently, with a feminine beauty in my palms texture( no idea why I notice that, but I did, ) and mildly long nails, painted with a sort of green-ish color. I realize that this color had a name, it was on the tip of my tongue, but I can't seem to...gaaa, I almost had it, but I can't seem to pin it down just yet!

Then I look at the seemingly solid sleeve, that obscured a part of my back hand view.

It was black to start with, starting from my upper mid elbow and past my lower mid upper elbow section, was the flexible stuff, allowing me to experimentally bend and twist in any comfortable direction with ease, but the rest was belling out from there to the wrist in a silicone stiffness, leaving my hands fairly free in the bell like space inside, but made me wonder how in the world I take it off or put it on in the first place?

I then look at my other hand to see that I do in fact have another one, it even complimented my left by being a right hand after all.(would be offsetting to learn I had two left's and no rites to begin with.)

I then look at my legs, (which thankfully I had two of) to see that I had some...clogs on? I wasn't vary sure if that's what it was, it looked like high heals with vary thick under pads, a small wedged gap dividing the heels from the soles. Black in color, with equally shaded stockings, which were reaching too a hands length from my skirt. apparently I wear a skirt, colored in black as well, lined in the lower trim with the same color as my nails, with a strap of cloth stitched into the left side of it with triangle patterns pieced together perfectly to fit in each wedge which was also the color of my nails. It had no purpose as far a fashion was concerned; regardless, I find myself looking at it longer then I really intended to.

Then I look at my body...I don't know why, but I think my heart was beating faster when I realized, I was a girl.

I wore a long tie that matched my nails, (which I think I'm remembering the name of,) a dress shirt, with a brighter shade of gray, fitting my lower waist loosely.

Next I look to my side's, seeing the massive amount of hair hanging to the ground on ether side. I was surprised, yet not vary much, that my hair was the same color as my tie, nails, trim on my skirt and the trim on both ends of my sleeves.

Aqua-mint, the colors name is Aqua-mint!!! Oh yeah! One puzzle solved, who knows how many to go!

"*Snap*"

I stop to listen. It was so quiet here, only the wind was blowing before so that sound was way out of place here. I tern around quickly, ignoring the pain in my neck, to see the source of the noise.

Of all the things he could have stepped on, he had to step on the only twig within a hundred miles, in this barren desert. Wow, life must hate him right now for some reason.

Now it was looking at him with those big, piercing eyes.

She (which he assumed it was) just stared at him, waiting for a reason to pounce on him and eat him, or worse, melt his brain!

What can he do?

One things for certain, he can't let it run free in the world, who knows what might happen then.

'Hey, that's it!' He thought to him self, 'I can get the tribe near by to stop it-her, from destroying anything! Yes that's a plan. Now I just need the opportunity to run for it...I hope my brain doesn't start melting before then.'

It looks like a horse, a well dressed one at that.

It had the deer in the head lights look about it, absolute horror at the sight of me, but I don't know why.

We continue to stare at each other for some time before I realized something familiar about it. I don't know what it was that made it look familiar to me, but I definitely know that it is smarter then I would like to believe, after all, I doubt he wold just stand there like it is now if it wasn't a thinking thing.

So then I decided to say, “Do I know you?" In a curious way that should have sounded soothing.

He responded (and yes I now believe it was a he) by running away, screaming, "Don't melt my brain don't melt my brain don't melt my brain!!!" Immediately disappearing into a cloud of dust.

To be honest, I was just as scared of my voice as he probably was.( Well, except the fact that I wasn't too awfully worried that my brain was going to melt from hearing it.)

I consciously place one hand on my throat, surely this can't be my voice, right?

Experimentally, I test my voice, humming a random tune, then I mumble to my self, “How can this be my voice? It sounds too, too..."

“Too good to be true?"

I jump with fright as a similar sounding voice suddenly comes from behind me.

I spin back around to see (with no small degree of confusion) another me, standing just three feet from me. It was another me or at least some one that looked just like me anyway. Same clothing, shoes, synthetic sleeves, hair and...well, if the rest her was anything to judge by, I guess we share the same face.

I unconsciously touch my right cheek feeling somewhat mystified. I must have taken my sweet time on my observation, because the already agitated double gainer was getting rather impatient and started taping her leg on the ground while her hands were on her thighs.

“Um...who are you?" I ask, not quite sure what else to say.

"Well what do you know, you can speak!" She replied rather harshly, making me flinch back a bit.

But then she, less harshly added with a smile, "Your still sensitive I see." When I didn't respond and looked away, she giggled with her eyes shut, like I did something funny.

"Well, I see your as timid now as you were before, but maybe it's better this way." She commented with a coy smirk.

I then turned to her again, looking more serious then I really intended. “I take it you know me fairly well, since you know me better then I do." I snapped, feeling more pride then I truly had.

“Well of course I do," she replied, while stretching with her arm's up. “I'm you after all."

I eye her suspiciously, but before I could open my mouth she continued, “I know what your thinking, and yes I am you weather you believe me or not, at least a sociological remnant of you That is. In any case I can tell you that I am the missing, manifested version of your memories, but I can't tell you anything 'directly' until you uncover them your self.

So don't complain about it! that won't help you, but you can ask me some things, like why your here or what your name is; however that is it, no more then that is allowed at this time. That is one of the rules I have, get over it quickly, please so I can leave sooner."

“Leave?" I ask, giving her a side glance, with one eye brow raised.

“Yea, leave, as in going too sleep! I like my naps vary much you see, but I can't sleep until you have what you need."

“Why? You can always tell me what I need later instead of now, right?" I ask, somewhat oblivious to the fact that I actually need the help, but I was too concerned for her to even think about it.

“That's what I thought!" She exclaimed, waving her arm's around, “But Nooo, I have to tell you now, or else I can't sleep! And I don't even know why ether, but that's how it seems to work around me."

I ponder on this for a moment, thinking of my opinions, and then I remember what the other me said before.

“You said I can ask you for my name, or why I'm here, right?"

“Well yea, sort of." She replied lazily while stretching her legs.

“Sort of, what do you mean sort of?" I ask, feeling somewhat agitated right now.

“Well I can tell you where you can get the answers, but I can't give them to you, directly."

“Why not! Can't you just break what ever rules you follow once in a while?!" I demand, feeling my head getting hotter by the minute.

She looked away from me as she replied bitterly, “If I knew how, I would have."

My anger subsided after awhile in silence, nether of us willing to argue any further.

Then I asked, “Where is this, information, exactly then?"

She pointed to the furthest side left of me, "Everything you need is in that." She stated, still turned away from me.

I tern to see a backpack, Sitting two yards from were I'm sitting.

How long was that sitting there? I thought, wondering just how long I was here to begin with. “No idea." The other me replied. Did she read my mind? "But it's been there for awhile now, just waiting for you to open it."

I guess she did.

I finally stand up, feeling my aching neck throb, then the weight of my hair was more notably, heavy, as it tugged on one end or the another, driving my agony to new heights.

Then I walk the sort distance, soon standing over the plain looking pack which had the exact same color to match my hair. Yeah, I NEED to get more creative if THIS is my taste in fashion. Though, I have to admit, I like the fact that I match things up instead of miss matching a disaster, or worse yet, Wearing a fedora. I don't have one in this bag, right?

I kneel beside it, looking at the pack, not quite shore what I should do now. I know I should open it, but what then? Will I like what I find or will I regret opening it? Yes, I'm hesitating. I don't like being in the dark on my past, but I also don't want to rush to it either. So, I think, and think, and think. As I do, the other me is starting to loose her temper again. Fuming with red, steaming skin, followed by a series of twitching in the eye brows. I didn't notice until she yells, “OPEN THE BLOODY BAG ALREADY!!!"

On the spree of the moment, I quickly open the bag, reaching my hand for what ever I can find.

To my astonishment, I was able to fit my entire arm in it, and still, I couldn't reach the bottom. I had my face on the ground, a set back on my part. I thought it would be ok to let my weight balance on that same arm that went into the bag, so I went “THUMP" on the ground. My left cheek, sore from the impact, was now imprinted with variable pebble sizes as well as covered with dirt.

Dispute their being no bottom, I managed to move my arm around long enough to feel something in my hands.
I use my right arm (which was the free one) to lift my self up, freeing my other arm to see my prize. A piece of old paper, folded in two equal halves over the center with a symbol of, what looked like, the yin-yang on it. Two droplets that fallow each other around for eternity. One was white, the color of the paper, with a single black dot on its swelling end, making it look like it had in eye of its own. The other was its exact opposite, with black instead of white, with a white dot as its eye.

The simple design was...fascinating. I don't know why it is, but I feel connected with it some how. I didn't get a chance to look much longer when over my shoulder was the other me, glaring with her big eyes, the same color as my hair (again) a mocking frown on her lips, “You can look at it later slow poke, now read it before night time comes around."

In response, I look up to see if it was that late in the morning.

It wasn't even afternoon yet.

Before I realized what she meant, it was to late.

She screams in my ear, “YOU AIR HEAD!!!" Then she hits the back of my head. The pain was excruciating, like I was hit by a led tipped hammer.

Wait a minute, if I felt that, then that means-

“Stop thinking until you read this dam paper!!!" She shouts, making me cringe away from her.

She then marched away, talking to herself loudly. Saying things like, "idiot" or "procrastinating bitch." I don't know where I stand in bad language, but I'm pretty sure that I'm not the swearing type.

She was still mumbling when I looked at the backpack more closely. Yes I admit I was pushing some bad buttons here, but let's face it, I will read the letter in just a minute, just not this one. I don't like being pushed forward by force, so I'll take my time reading, but rite now I'm more interested in this pack.

When I look into it, I see nothing. I take a large pebble and drop it into the bag, l wait for the sound of the object, hitting the bottom. It never happened.

Maybe it's because it never truly ends, or that it did have a bottom and I just didn't hear it, or I couldn't hear it because it was to far down to hear. Perhaps it's because of the material that this pack is made of, it is fairly soft, so it may have hit the bottom, but just couldn't make a sound from the soft landing. I don't know, but one things for sure, I wasn't going to fall down there on purpose.

I am small enough to fit into it, but I'm also not in any danger of falling in by accident.

I then tern to the letter. I unfolded it quickly, then I read the following message.

Hello!!! Thank you for your willing participation in my experiment. You make me proud, Hatsune Miku. (Miku, being your first, Hatsune, your last name. Just so you know.)

Yes, I know you lost your memories, but it wasn't from your fall earlier, which yes I admit I wasn't paying attention to you when it happened. My bad. But other then that it's ok, rely!

Everything is exactly what I expected in the first place.

The idea is to study the affects that Equestria and its inhabitants, have on individuals like yourself. But I also want obstacles that have...negative affects. So here's what you do:

Rule number 1! Don't go to the old castle of the pony sisters. That's off limits to you, unless you want something truly terrifying to fallow you back. Just saying, don't do it.

Rule number 2! Listen to just as much good hearted music as bad hearted music. In other words, don't listen to one kind of melody more then the other. It can be a bazaar influence that can go, how should I say? Horribly wrong, not only to your fellow participants, but to you as well. So x-nay on the musay, okay?

Rule number 3! Look for the only Ponies that respond to the following names:

Applejack
Pinkie Pie
Rainbow Dash
Fluttershy
Rarity
Princess Twilight Sparkle

If who ever you met doesn't have any of these names, you don't need to listen to them.

But if they do, they are the boss. Especially ,Fluttershy.

Rule number 4! Anything goes! You are free to go as you wish, do as you please. so long as you continue to fallow the other rules provided above.

If you are still unsure about you memories coming back, don't worry about it. As you do more things, you will remember fragments of your life before you came here.

As for your neck, just go for a walk. I herd that exercise helps heal the body faster.

Hope to get good results from you!

~Mister D.

P.S, try looking at your controls to familiarize your self, and look to you backpack for all your basic needs. If you remember something that needs asked, look too the other you for some of your answers, but I warn you, she doesn't remember EVERYTHING, so don't be surprised if you remember more then she will in the future.

And yes, she can hear your thoughts, but only a fragment of it, depending on how close you are. At best she will hear about one minute of your thoughts before she loses service.

Like your internet, as I recall. Which reminds me, you are going to love the reception here!

Oops, I made this longer then I intended.

Any ways, have fun!

~Mister D. (revised)

I reread the letter once more, just to see if I missed anything important. The first thing that came to my mind. Mister D. Why was that name so, so, nostalgic? I can't help but feel like something familiar was screaming at me, but I just can't place my( rather beautiful ) fingers on it; however, my thoughts were interrupted as the other me slapped me on the back.

“Finally!!!" She cried, sounding relived from something that had been weighing on her. Which I was about to find out

“Okay, now I can tell you just a few things right now, but they are important. Well, at least to me they are." The other me said, rather hastily as she continued.

“First off, call me Meyou! The word 'me' stands for you and the word 'you' stands for me. You get it?"

“Me, you...Meyou? You can't be serious, right?" I ask, feeling silly just saying the joined words.

"Respect my life's choices, okay? Anyways the second thing, you are in a place called Equestria. Home of the talking ponies that make you feel all fuzzy inside!"

“Ponies? Eque-"

“Third thing!" She interjected, continuing in the same hasty pace, “You are not a pony,(obviously!) You are a human. You were always a human, but you weren't always a..." She stopped, looking rather uncomfortable with what she was about to say.

“Well it's not important right now, but it is important to tell you that in the life you had before, you needed glasses."

“I did?!"

“Yea, and it doesn't get you any friends ether! You were a hermit, you lived with your parents and what is worse, your siblings were smarter then you!"

I shrivel under the mental picture that was plastered in my minds eye, except the last one.

“What's wrong with siblings being smarter then me?" I ask.

“You were the oldest."

I felt mortified. The oldest are suppose to be the better ones, rite? How bad was my life before I lost my memories? What kind of loser was I to let my younger family members rival over me?

Now that I had just a glimpse of the life I had lost, do I really need it back?

The other me, or rather, Meyou, must have been listening to my thoughts, because she wasn't talking for a long time, though I didn't notice that until she tapes me on the shoulder. I look up to see a sad looking version of me, staring back. She soon smiles at me in earnest, which seemed to make me feel uncomfortable, giving the earlier encounter I had. But rely, can you blame me?

“I understand," she said, in a gentle way that seemed unreal to me. “You may not want your memory back at all now, but let me tell you this." She then leaned down to my level, to place both of her hands on my shoulders and stare into my eyes. “You can live a different life here, you know that?"

"What?" I ask, feeling a little confused.

“Don't you see? You have a new life!" I still didn't follow.

“You don't need your glasses any more. You don't HAVE a medical issue of any kind! Your as healthy as a rabbit! As smart as a raven, and drop dead gorgeous too!"

I blush a little at the rain of compliments I'm receiving, letting the energy in my body go right to my head.

“See what I mean? You can reset your life! Make a new life here. take your past (when you find it) and apply the lessons you learn here to it and you will be just dandy!"

I take what she said to heart. This wasn't that bad after all. Sure, I was lost and confused now, but with some time I will be a new, and hopefully a better version of the girl I was before.

Apparently, I was distracted again with my thoughts when Meyou continued again, “I need to ask you a favor some time later; however, right now, I need you to start running for your life."

I look up at her, a look of surprise and more confusion evident on my expression.

"What did you say?" I ask, wondering if I misinterpreted what she said before. Her smile was still up as she pointed to the direction, behind me. I spin around to look at the direction in question. My heart was thumping with the excitement I felt at the site beyond.

“What are they?!" I ask, feeling the wonderful grin starting to form on my face.

A wide, stretched wall of rising dust, was just beginning to show in the far distance. A low rumbling sound can be heard too, but what I thought was the most fascinating, was the shapes I could see in the dusty haze. I have to admit, I feel kinda giddy. I don't know why either.

Meyou, grasps my head, turned it back to her direction and whispers, "It's a buffalo herd."

She seemed...nervous, when she said it. At the same time she was looking at the approaching stamped with a timid simile. If I knew better, I would have swore that she was trying to keep me relaxed and calm.

“So what?" I ask. “Is there something I should be worried about or something?"

“No, not really," she replied, mater of fact. “But, I think those 'thing's' have hostile intent toward you."

“Why do you say that?"

“What do most people do when a stampeding herd comes their way?" She asked, apparently changing the subject by asking another question of her own.

I think for a moment, but come up blank. “I don't know," I state, “What do they do?"

(I can't believe I am so easily distracted!!!)

“Oh, it's simple," Meyou replied rather cheerfully.

“First, if they were sitting, like you. They would get up," I obey, feeling my neck hurting again.

“And now...you, RUN!!!" She screams.

I didn't need to be told twice for that one. I then ran, going slowly enough to keep my neck in check, yet not fast enough to out run the rather angry herd, which was now getting vary close.

“You better go faster, or else your gonna get trampled on!"

“But if I go too fast I'm gonna hurt my neck more!"

"So will the stampede, after they start trample you to death!!!"

“Point taken. Hay! How are you doing that?!"

Looking at her behind me, I realized something extremely off.

She wasn't running by me. She was flying next too me!

She looked like a super hero, her legs tucked tight together in a straight arch just behind her.

Her arm's were stretched to either side, forming a look of a jet planes wings.

She looked with one eye on me, her face set forward, apparently frowning at me as she replied, “Um, hello! Figment of your manifested imagination, remember?"

I blink a couple of times, in confusion.

“Oooh!!" I gasp, "Right, that. I forgot."

“Yeah, you do that a lot." Meyou complained, but with a slightly smug smile, which I failed to notice.

I turn to look over my shoulder, suddenly regretting my action. I can see them now. Large bulky hills of fur, with sharp horns and blazing muzzles! Their legs were short, but more then capable of running in amazing speeds. I should know, because they are catching up to me already!

I can see the small feathers tucked behind their ears at this distance I can feel the pounding force in the ground, making the top soil shift into place. I can tell that there was at least three dozen of them in the front, the rising dust counseling the rest of them behind, But I also see, what had to be, was the chief. Brown fur, almost dark enough to be mistaken as black. A full set of feathers on his head; however, it was his face, that made me fear for my life. He, as well as all the others, had the expressions of determination. Determination, that said "we are going to get you, then stomp on you till you are nothing but a mushy puddle of goo."

I may have miss interpreted the meaning behind the expressions, but they do look rather...angry to me. So rather then wait to see if I was right, I decided that Meyou's suggestion was a fare cry better idea. So then, I ran like my butt was catching on fire! Ignoring the pain in my neck.

I then felt my hair begin to fly behind further and further as I began to pick up speed I never expected. It wasn't just my hair ether. I look back to see the Buffalo chief and his company were falling behind suddenly, and they noticed.

Suddenly I here the leader scream, “Strong Heart!!!" I look forward again suddenly spotting not one, but two dozen other things in front of me, blocking my path.

At the glimpse I got, they seemed like, rather skinny and vary small versions of the Buffalo herd behind me. Just like the others, they had feathers on there heads, had horns and snouts as well as the angry/determined looks on there faces. And just like the ones behind me, I can tell which one was the leader to.

I would stop, but it was to risky. The moment I stop, I will be at their mercy. Unable to do anything but except my fate; however, I'm technically way to young to die sense, you know, I have a new life. So I took the next best option.

As I approach the line, I gain more speed. hopefully, I don't screw up this next move.

As I get closer, the line in front of me began to look worried, forcing several of the calf's to look at their leader, panic plane on there faces. But that Strong Heart is not biting it and holds her ground. “Here I go" I shout.

Then just as I get five feet away from them, I jump, poring every bit of momentum I can, resulting in me flying seven yards above them, practically flying another thirty yards before I do a somersault and land to the ground, flipping hands to legs for heaven knows how long before I finally can stop my self and land on my feet, facing the ones I just barely managed to escape from, hands up. I didn't wait to see what they were going to do next. I soon began running again from my pursuers, who at that time have stopped there chase, looking on the fading form on me, wide mouthed at what they just saw happen which was fine with me. The longer they stand there, the further I will be.

Strong Heart, was awe struck. She made impressive jumps in the past, which resulted in her being treated like a leader by the other cafe's. But that thing, whatever it was, just pulled off the most impressive jump in the history of the herd! She thought it was amazing.

After another moment of gawking she shook the goofy grin off her face. She was about to lead her team after the strange being, but was cut short on her charge when a booming voice shouted from behind. “Stop Strong Heart!!!" She halted in mid stride.

Taking an uneasy look at the Chief, she felt tempted to continue her way forward, if only to make certain that there target was being followed.

“But Chief, it's getting away! I can catch up to it if you give me a chance!" Protested Strong Heart, still looking from the chief to the direction the oddity was running down still.

The big, Dark brown buffalo was just behind her now, looking proudly at the little calf's persistent drive to go on. “I wish I can say you may go, but I'm afraid even you can't catch that one. Let alone catch up to it."

Strong Heart still wanted to go on, but lost the confidence at the words she herd. Her ears sag at the prospect of failing.

The Chief stood by her and frowned at the now vanishing speck in the distance. The only sight that it was still running was the cascade of dust rising further and further still.

“That pony was right," he continued, “it certainly was alien looking...however, this encounter did not tell me that it was hostile in nature after all."

Strong Heart looks at her superior, her look changed to one of curiosity. “Is that why you wanted to surround it instead?" She asked.

The Chief nods. “I had hoped, that we would have a chance to understand its nature if we had surround it." The chief shook his large head, regretfully.

“I made if fear for its life instead." Strong Heart, shook her head, “you and I made a mistake. We both thought that it, or rather she, would not have escaped before we could talk."

The chief turned to her, looking confused. “Her?"

“Yea, didn't you notice the long mane?" She replied, “it was so long, it must be a female."

“Hmm," was his only reply. A nudge on his side brings him to look at another calf with white feathers in her hare, a patch of red fur on her right eye, while the rest of her was a lighter shade of brown. “Chief Thunder Hoof, what do we do now?"

Thunder Hoof contemplated for a long moment before he spoke.

“We need to tell the Applelosens what we know about, her, before that pony who told us, starts making rumours." "But, what do we know Chief?" Asked Strong Heart.

“Well, first we know that it is not hostel. If it was, it would have tried to fight instead of run. Secondly, it is vary powerful. We all saw how high... it went.

And now we know that it is scared of us, so now we can't communicate with it."

“But Chief," one of the bigger buffalo ask, "how do we know that it can even understands us?"

“She, you mean?" Thunder Hoof remarked, "I know she can, because I saw her react to me calling Strong Heart. If It understood me or not does not matter, she herd me, and I saw her face was quick to think on it. That along with its mighty jump, proved that she is intelligent."

When everyone seemed to agree with everything he said, he turned his attention to Strong Heart. “Now, you will go to Appleoosa and tell them ev-"

“No. I want to pursue the new comer further if I can."

Taken back by the surprise request he remained silent for another long moment before he responded. “Now that I can't let happen. Your parents won't allow you to wonder in the desert alone, Let alone chase a strange female across the plains. the risk of you getting lost is certainly inevitable! Do You truly expect me to just let you go now?

“Yes." She replied, mater of fact. Thunder Hoof's expression went cold with contempt.

“And why would I let you?"

"Because, I'm not going to be alone. I'll have some of these guys came with me, you know, sense were so small, we can easily avoid being seen."

“And I doubt we'll get lost with Wind Flower on our team." She then pointed a hoof at the calf that still stood beside Thunder Hoof.

“And Besides that," She gestured towards the vary strait path in the dirt, which was left behind by the speed demon. “I think we can track her and find our way back. Fairly easy." Her smile was small, but noticeable.

“Hmm," was all he said.

After a moment of contemplation, he relented with a loud sigh. “Vary well. We need some eye's on our new guest anyway. I can't use many others, as you pointed out, and you are a capable warrior as well. I can't say that I like it, but it is better this way."
Strong Heart, was beaming with pride at the conclusion.

“Now I need to send a messenger to Appleoosa, but then we need to discuss how we will deal with, her."

What about, Rainbow dash and her friends?" Asked Strong Heart, "They helped us before, and I think they will be perfect for any communication problems as well."

Thunder Hoof then remembered their efforts in the past when they tried to stop the pie war from happening, except the pink one who drove him mad enough to start it afterwards any way.

Oh well, five good ones and one bad egg is not a bad deal rely; Besides, one of them is a alicorn now. May Come in handy.

“Very well. I will send for them as well and let them decide what to do with the situation. You on the other hoof will come back to the camp and prepare for the journey. No telling how far she is by now, or how long it will take to reach her, But when you do, I want you to only watch her. Their is no telling how powerful she is, but we also don't want to give her more reason to fear us either."
Strong Heart nodes, “I understand."

“Then let us go, we have much to do!" The Chief boomed, beginning his gallop ahead, the rest following suit behind him.