First contact
The sun is just starting to climb into the sky when you wake. Despite sleeping on a stone floor, you feel unusually well rested. Pulling yourself out of the tapestry, you grab a handful of strawberries and drink a few mouthfuls of water from the flask. Time for the mental checklist again. Okay, lights off in the distance. You remember roughly where, so that's good. What do you have with you? Looking around, you take inventory of what to bring. Okay, bottomless flask. That's coming with you for sure. Hobo bag? Check. An idea strikes you. That tapestry could come in handy. For several minutes, you try wearing it or tying it to the pole in a variety of ways. None of them really work.
Eventually, you opt to just roll it up and tie the ends together. With that done, it becomes fairly easy to carry, reminding you of a duffel bag. A quick search of the small piles of treasure nets you a plain gold pin, which you secure the tapestry's knot with. Spying a piece of jewelry with an iron chain, you pull it out of the pile and yank the heavy gem off of the chain. The chain loops through the flask's lid without a problem. You decide to attach it to one of your belt loops. Right, time to go. As you walk out of the cave, you scoop a handful of gold coins into your pockets. Better safe than sorry, right?
The journey down the mountain is easier now that you know where you are going. In fact, you begin to wonder if the paths are animal paths at all. Once you reach the other side of the canyon, the rocky terrain quickly turns wooded. You trudge on, occasionally taking a drink from the flask, or eating some strawberries. Eventually, you are able to see a break in the trees. Once you reach the treeline, you spot tilled soil. Apparently, you've stumbled onto a path of farmland. Ahead, you can see a dirt road. Rolling hills with patches of farmland and lines of trees line either side of it. The hills are tall enough to block your view of whatever may lie ahead, to your displeasure.
Throwing caution to the wind, you walk out of the trees and to the road. There's nobody in sight, so you decide to walk along the road, heading away from the mountain. It's nearly noon by this point. As you crest the hill that was blocking your view before, you stumble a bit in shock. Ahead of you, a town sprawls across the landscape, and- Oh god, are those thatch roofed cottages? You can see brightly colored dots milling about. Okay, so it's a medieval culture that likes bright colors. That, or this is just a really poor town, and this place has some serious disparity between income classes.
Admittedly, you have no idea. Ahead of you, the path winds into the town. Off in the distance, you can see what you are pretty sure is an orchard. One building in the town is far taller than the others, maybe a town hall or a church. A tall hill sits out in the woods, closer to the town. You make your way through the woods and up the hill, and observe the town. The dots continue to mill around. It looks like there's a market or something of the like in the town square. From here, you can easily make out the orchard from before. Apples, acres and acres of apples. You could really go for an apple right now.
Sneaking up to the fence of the orchard, you crane your neck back and forth. Nobody's around. You hop the fence, and pick an apple. It crunches as you bite into it. The apple is juicy and sweet, unlike your brief experience with the crabapple. Wolfing it down, you untie the tapestry. After dumping the strawberries out of your shirt, you slip it over your head. With the tapestry unfurled on the ground, you begin picking apples and tossing them onto it. Once a decently sized pile has formed, you tie the corners together as tightly as you can. "Hey!" Hey yourself. Wait, what?
You look towards the source of the shout, and see only a stetson on a fencepost, and a small horse. Pony? Whatever. You don't care about the pony, you care about where the owner of the hat is. For all you know, he has a gun. Or a bow, if the thatch roofs are any indication. "Don't you play dumb, ah see all those apples!" Where the hell is she hiding? It's got to be a she. Keeping your head on a swivel, you reach down to pick up the apples. Just as your gaze sweeps over the pony again, "PUT 'EM DOWN." Holy SHIT, did it just talk? Is... Is it glaring at you? The eyes shouldn't be that big. Too expressive. It looks confused, but still angry. "What in tarnation are you, anyways?" Yes, it talks.
You respond in a perfectly calm, rational manner. "WHAT THE SHIT?" As the pony rears back from your unexpectedly loud response, you grab the sack of apples and bolt. Without warning, you tear through the town as you sprint back towards the mountain. Ponies. The entire town is inhabited by talking, huge-eyes ponies. You don't even know what the hell. Jumping a fence, you find yourself in a schoolyard. No time to look, time to escape candy-land. Unfortunately, you wind up tripping on one of the apparently child ponies. As if that wasn't bad enough, you step on it's head wear. Wasting precious seconds, you tear the gaudy tiara out of your boot. You swear you can still hear the orange one chasing you.
Up ahead, the fence is too tall for you to jump. Oh god. Acting on instinct, you freeze the moisture in the air into a block, which you jump onto and then over the fence. Looking over your shoulder, you see not only the orange one chasing you, but also a purple one. Is that a horn? Oh god, you're going to get gored. You feel something tugging at your shirt, and see it enveloped by a pinkish-purple glow. So is the horn of the purple... Unicorn? Unicorn. In the heat of the moment, you belt out the worst one-liner ever written. As you freeze the air around her horn and hooves, you yell "Ice to meet you!". Oh hey, you remember watching that movie.
Sudden revelation of knowing part of your past experiences aside, you've still got an orange pony wearing a stetson and a murderous look chasing you down. You don't think ice is going to stop this one. Even though you are running as fast as you can, she's still catching up. Okay, hot and cold. Uh. Hot and cold fronts make storms, maybe you can just... You're not sure if the laws of thermodynamics are more lenient here or what, but next thing you know, a blast of air knocks the orange one onto her back. Soon enough, you're out of sight of the town. Into the trees you go.
Eventually, you make your way back to the cave. Darkness has fallen, but the moon was absurdly bright as usual. You manage to only trip a couple times on the way up. Crazy pony village is no longer on your list of places to go visit. Maybe you can just stay up here? Wait. What if they know you're up here? You jog back out to the canyon. Staring at the only way across, you come to a decision. If you can blast air, maybe you can do other things involving heat. Lots of heat. You concentrate, and a line of scorching heat forms on the stone. It bubbles and hisses, wearing through the ledge. With a thunderous crack, it falls into the canyon. There's no way across now, unless ponies suddenly grow wings. Wait. The tapestry. They had wings on that.
Well, hopefully that's just a myth. Dumping the apples out into a few golden bowls you found amongst the treasure, you wrap the tapestry back round yourself, and again drift away to sleep. You dream of a great wall, and a tower of stone as black as night.
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...Wait.
...HAHAHA!
Ran over Diamond Tiara and stomped her tiara! SWEET! Go 'Me'!
Edit: ...And... 'First', apparently.
Huh. Don't see why people like doing that.
1481198 CRUNCH, HAHA! :P Couldn't have happened to a meaner child-pony. :P
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Heh, I'd be worried about Diamond Tiara because, hey. It's a kid. That I ran over. Little snot or not, still a kid.
But, as soon as I find out she's okay, I'd be ticked off at the fact her stupid tiara left a massive gash in the bottom of my boot.
...Of course, if it was me there, there'd be a boatload more screwing around with the temperature-bracelet(Probably would've spent seven whole minutes freezing fish and random fruit for the lulz).
My first interaction with Ponyville probably would've been running there trying to stop a tornado I accidentally made.
Oh, also, uh...
Um... Ice slicks? If you can freeze the moisture in the air into blocks of ice for you to hop on, surely you can freeze whatever dampness is in the ground to make the road behind you slick at the least.
Would've been less hostile than punching her with a bunch of hot air, at any rate.
...Where are the runes getting the energy, by the way?
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Fedora. Whoops! Should be stetson.
I'm not going to flat out state how the runes get energy, but I mentioned two distinct ways that they can. Look closely.
Additionally, DT was only run into, not run over. Her tiara is wrecked, though.
haha, i would feel sorry for diamond tiara if i gave a damn
1482240Her tiara must have been made of tissue paper and good intentions if it can't survive falling like a foot to the ground off a filly's head!
I love the writing style. Keep it up, even if your keyboard does light on fire.
1484614
You wot, mate?
This is getting good, loveing the fact I break Diamond's tiara,
and some first impression.
1484875
No worries, I bet she has a closet full of the things.
Great story keep up the good work
you may proceed
1484474
It got stuck in his boot, which means that he stepped on it. Very few actual tiaras would survive being used as a launching platform to flee an angered Applejack.