Lost and Guard

by Ponyess

Arrivals: 1

Author's Note:

Guard's POV

The train just arrived at the station of Ponyville, Ponies spilling out to the right. There is nothing special or unexpected about it, this does after ll happen every last day in the village.

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When a white Earth type colt slipped off of the train, it isn’t noticed, at first. He is small and easy to miss, just the age of first class in Cherilee’s class. Only this one colt is me. My white coat resembling the colour of a guard. What may be remarkable is my mark, a shield; the two upper curves slightly resembling two crescent moons., there is also a large blue star in the center.

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A small filly exited the very same train, at the far back exit. She is a middle gray, her mane darker than her coat. She had a mark as well, there is but the bracket, four corners indicating that it is there, while not showing anything in the middle. The make is signifying the void of being missing or lost. I had never seen her before.

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Going to school is natural, it is my place, the job befitting any filly and colt my age. I don’t resent it. For one, I have a place to go and something to do with my time. So long as the teacher is good and teach me all I need to do, I am thrilled. I may have my mark, but aside from that, I am still the age where I need to attend to school.

Cherilee is the teacher in Ponyville. I guess I am lucky. Just as all the fellow foals in the village. I guess I could explain it to any who want to hear, but later. I have a class to attend soon.

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Once I arrive at school, there is a building in the middle, the large green park covered with grasses to trot or gallop over. There are several items erected for little foals to enjoy, the sandbox, the swing. I am pretty sure I could enjoy playing here, once the other fillies and colts are here. By the looks of it, I am early for my first class.

There is no foals playing, and the sky is darker than it should during the day. Just that the stars are nowhere to be seen, just as is the moon. Although I could see a few scattered clouds. this gives me the feel of a good day to go to school, to meet new ponies, to learn and to play.

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I sit down in one of the swings, feeling it the more comfortable seat, rather than on the stairs up to school. I pick up a small sandwich and slowly chew on it. Once I am done with my sandwich. I take a swing, enjoying it for a moment. Why not just take a swing at it? I am here, even if I am early. They are bound to arrive soon. Even if it may be a day of, in which case a few of the colts and fillies would come here to play. Or, at least I imagine they would.

The sun climbs higher and makes my day lighter and warmer. The Mare known as Cherilee enter the scene. She looks at me.

“Hi, I am Cherilee!” she greeted me warmly with an inviting smile.

“Hi, Cherilee. My name is Guard, I guess I am the new colt in your class!” I responded in a cheerful voice.

“You sure like it bright and early, Gard!” she responded.

“Yeah, I do. I take it you are my new teacher!” I said, matter of fact.

“That would be me. I love my job and most of the fillies and colts love me too!” she explained.

“Good, I expect us to be good friends, well before the semester is over!” I pondered.

“That sounds like a good idea. I may not have quite as many friends as Pinkie Pie, over at the Sugar-Cube Corner, but who can compete with her? Not only does she bake all the sweetest and tastiest pastries, she throws the most fun and exciting parties as well. She even knows the name and face of every last Pony in Ponyville!” she offered.

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“There are the crusaders; Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo!” she exclaimed as the trio entered the scene.

“They sure look like friends!” I responded.

“They are!” she pointed out.

For some reason, I could see the capes, even though they were not wearing them to school. What I couldn’t see is the colours or the exact details, but I can see their capes clearly.

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“There is Dinkie Whooves, the daughter of Derpy, the mail mare!” she explained, pointing at a small grey unicorn filly with yellow mane and tail.

“She does look nice. I like the expression on her face!” I put forth, as I saw the optimism on her face.

“She is one of the nicest fillies in my class. I sometimes with the others could be more like her!” she explained.

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“There is Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon!” she mentioned as the two Earth type fillies arrived, the first is pink, wearing a tiara on her head, which apparently had become her mark as well, followed by her fray friend with a spoon for a mark.

“I take it, I need to look out for these two?” I responded, pointing my right hoof at the two fillies.

“That would be for the better!” she filled in.

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“Who is that? I have never seen her before!” Cherilee exclaimed, just as the little gray filly trotted in towards us from the street.

“She is apparently the new filly in the class!” I responded.

“She does have the most different mark I have ever seen!” she continued.

“I imagine row call will be interesting. She is bound to be on the list!” I suggested.

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“It is time to go in, class is about to begin!” she announced with a cheerful smile.

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