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// Chapter 2 
// Story: Silent Dreamweaver 
// by -Brutus 
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Before the train departed Baltimare's station, Silent made his way into last of passenger coaches and spied an excellently comfortable looking bench that had large window next to it. It had Silent's name on it. The white Unicorn had a small spring in his trot as he realized that there was nopony in this car. Not soon after he sat down, the train rattled around a bit then slowly the city lights began to move then fade from sight. This terrible feeling that he felt too often began to snake its way back up. As Silent sat down, his spring was gone; his ears slowly flattening and he began to sob quietly.

He was alone, truly alone now. 

Muttering angrily as he took out Absolut Vodka, only to down about one-third of the bottle in a hurry. A warm but strong feeling trickled down his throat, then his esophagus. Shakily holding his bottle with his hoof, Silent constantly felt "empty", yet what was stopping him from choosing a easy way out? He then began to feel cold.

Dad...what did I do? Mom...

Anything to get away from this feeling, anything.

Throwing his head up and took another gulp of his “remedy”, he screwed the cap back on. Finally he reached where he wanted to be, numb. Slowly Silent cast his eyes out of the window, watching silently at landmarks whizzing away in the darkness. Only things that was distinctive about the objects that blurred past was black outline, naturally his eyes was drawn to million of lights and one large celestial body in the sky.

It was only things that wasn't moving in the sky, ignorant of the changing landscape. Silent opened his window as when it did, the cold air rushed into the opening hitting his face and sending waves down his green mane. Slowly he came to after few minutes of this breeze, he began to shiver a bit. Deciding to get out of the cold, he lazily closes the window and closing his eyes while laying back for minute on the bench.

As minutes pass, then an hour Silent felt the train rattle some then pull into stop. Peering out of his eye, lazily climbing up and walked to other side of the coach then he saw the sign:

Welcome to Manehattan

Yawning a little bit, Silent groggily walked back to his bench. Silent conjured the bronze ticket in front of his face, reading the schedule. Apparently Hoofington was next, Fillydelphia, then finally Trottingham, then lastly Ponyville. Trottingham sounds great to Silent, Ponyville sounded like a hick town or something. Just going from a city to another city sounds like better transmigration for Silent. Out of his corner of his eye, he noticed a movement as well, feeling the hoofsteps as they tapped along the ground. Scratching his mane and pulling himself up, noticed a mare walking with a colt and sitting down, then there was a rush of ponies. Probably ten ponies in the coach, figures- it is Manehattan after all. Silent prayed that none of them will bother him.

After little while, the coach was packed and he still sat alone at his bench- sipping his vodka now and then, keeping the buzz up; fighting off his disease of depression. Finally, the train finally began moving- heading to Hoofington. He noticed a family across the coach looking around hard for available seats, it was parents with two foals; a filly and colt. Silent had the most available one.

Hmph, winner takes all. 

He remained perched at his seat, not caring for minute. For a second, he could feel somepony boring a stare at him. Silent takes a quick look around, taking in a sight of few ponies were looking at him expectantly. The white unicorn finally gave into himself, muttering.

Let's see, vodka, books, tickets, bag of weed, pipe...whatever that's everything...bits! Ah, there they are.

Sighing inwardly to himself, packing all of his possessions, save for his vodka. Standing on his hind legs, using his left forehoof on the back support of other bench for balance while waving his right forehoof to grab their attention. It worked, it grabbed this stallion's attention; Silent then gestured to him that there was seat available. Sitting back as they began to walk over, Silent scooted over as far as he could.

Packing up his vodka, out of the sight of the foals as the family finally made their way there and took their respective seats. The mare and stallion nodded and spoke their gratitude, Silent just nodded and pretended like he understood. Sinking some into his seat, not really wanting any type of confrontation- either good or bad. Silent then gazed out of the window again, looking up at stars. They seemed to dance across the sky, blinking in and out of existence. As the train turned in a curve, the sky seemed to move into a different position.

Silent's eyes fluttered for second, he fought hard to keep them open. He lost, putting the bag behind his back on the corner of bench to protect it against theft before he succumbed to the temptation, the last thing he saw was two foals playing the slap game, laughing among each other. Silent felt an instant ping of jealousy, how he wished to be that innocent once again. The white unicorn finally took a trip to the land of dreams, Silent exhaled wistfully as it finally came.

It was one of good dreams that he had in while, but it was rudely interrupted. A hoof began and kept poking him, why is it still poking him?! Silent tried to fight off the hoof that was poking him to “death”, and finally his dream shook. Why was it shaking?! Slowly his mind came to, his eyelids opening and finally noticed a bellhop was shaking him awake, shouting something at him. Silent swatted her hoof away then glared at her angrily. The mare kept talking, Silent had his mind elsewhere on two things: his bag and something else, he didn’t quite remember.

Silent spun around and discovered that his bag still there, rummaging through it and everything was still there. Breathing a sigh of relief, and finally what he didn't remember came back to him. The family who was sitting with him was gone, apparently they took off at one of stops.

..WAIT?! Where am I, what station am I at?

Silent, still ignoring the bellhop whom had yet to cease in her efforts to talk to the deaf Unicorn, and rushed to other side of coach. What he saw had his heart stopped for second, he have missed his stop at Trottingham.

Just wonderful, GREAT!

Silent walked back to his bag, began to pick it up and putting it on his neck. He just waved to the bell-hop, letting her know that he was getting off now while at same time, cursed at her under his “breath” for ruining one of best sleep that he had in while- that dream, too.

Squinting his eyes as he stepped outside, Celestia's Sun was blasting at him full force. It was decent day as well. Just then he walked under the sign that was at this station.

Welcome to Ponyville!

Angrily cursing at himself for missing his sought after stop, Silent walked to the ticket booth while fluidly taking out his notebook- rewriting everything down once again.

”Greetings, I'm curious about something. How much a ticket to Trottingham would cost?”

Finally making it to the booth with the note ready, he realizes that nopony was there and there was a “Closed” sign. Smaller text was below it:


The Equestria Railroad will be closed for weekend and Monday. We apologize for any inconvenience.


Bucking great! I missed my stop and now I'm stuck in this hick town for four days. Whatever, probably not too much of interesting things would happen in span of four days...

Silent's stomach growled, ready to devour anything he puts in it. He rubbed his stomach a bit, deciding to explore the town first. The very first building that Silent ran into, purposefully positioned near the railroad station was a cafè. Pulling out about ten bits in preparation, as well his notebook he made his way into the cafe. Walking up to the counter and reading off the menu that was hung on the wall.

It spouted on about various salads, hays, sandwiches, soups, and some snacks, then finally coffees in various kinds. No alcohol, Silent joked to himself. After few moments of pondering, a cream colored hoof waved in his face snapping himself out of his hunger-indicted trace. Silent glanced over to this mare, she had a light blue mane, cream coat with brown eyes. Silent assumed she is the waiter of this establishment.

Handing over the notebook to her with his magic.

I would like to order some salad with sliced apples, some cheese pour some sauce on it and two cups of coffee, please. 

The mare gave him a quick glance over, her eyes narrowed for a second as she saw the scar running down on his left cheek, as well some on his horn. Forcing herself to smile at him and nodding to him that his order is going to be worked on, she shakily handed the notebook back to him. Silent couldn't figure what was wrong with her, however, opted to resume his traditional apathetic ways.

Silent rested his forehoofs on the counter as he hitched himself on the stool, then rested his head on the forehoofs; waiting patiently for his order. After few minutes of waiting, it finally came. Silent's stomach growled loudly once again, come to think of it- he hasn't eaten in the last two days. Content with himself that he finally some food to quell his stomach, he began to dig in. After few minutes of ravenous eating, the plate was squeaky clean and one cup of coffee was done. Silent fall back into one of his habits, which he did not one day prior at that bar. Instead of a shot glass, though, it was cup of coffee. Whacking it back and forth gently between his hoofs, this activity somewhat had calming effects on Silent.

As the time passed, Silent downed the second cup of coffee as his mind began to wander into deep thoughts; living quarters for four days came into his mind. A motel or hotel had to be somewhere in this hick town. Writing into his notebook reminding himself to buy a ticket to go to Trottingham. Lastly, yes...is there any bar in this town?!

Snapping out of his thoughts as the bill was placed front of him, 5 bits total. Silent took out ten bits and placed it and nodded to her, she earned it. He just began to climb off the stool

When...

Out of his corner of eye, through the large window; noticing a pink blur speeding toward the establishment.





Thanks for being awesome Editor MrMinimii