It was about a week before the Winter Wrap-Up when the train came into Ponyville. Among the group of ponies that departed from inside the train was a black-coated, pegasi stallion with a mane that was the color of fire, and eyes like that of red wine. He took a deep breath of the cold, winter air. It was a great feeling, so different from the damp air that was in the train. He walked away from the door and stretched his wings out; there had been so many ponies in his car that he’d been forced to keep his wings tight on his back.
He scanned the crowd, attempting to locate the four Earth ponies that would be getting off of the train with his furniture. The four ponies soon appeared with all of his furniture in tow. He’d watched them getting it off of the train. Two of them were already hitched up to the wagon, while the last two were pushing it. After they got the wagon off of the train, the remaining two ponies hooked themselves up to the wagon.
He walked over to them, tucking his wings back into his side so he wouldn’t hit anypony. He could hear a lot of sound coming from the town, which wasn’t all that surprising, to be honest. It was two o’clock in the afternoon. He’d be worried if he didn’t hear anything.
“Which way?” asked the one of the earth ponies. He had a wagon as a cutie mark.
“On the other side of town,” replied the Pegasus. He spread his wings once more, since there weren’t that many ponies around him, he wouldn’t rudely hit one with his wings. Not that he really cared if he did or not. Suddenly, something barreled into him and he fell onto his flank, slightly dazed from the impact. He heard the sound of wings flapping and then the noise of hooves hitting the cement of the platform.
"Pinkie Pie, get the fuck off of him. He literally just got here, there's no need to fucking molest him so soon. You'll scare him off. Bloody twit." The voice that spoke the words didn’t sound as though the speaker should be saying such things. It was clearly a mare, but she had a soft, quiet voice.
The stallion shook his head and stood up, stretching his hind legs to make sure none of the joints had gotten injured in the fall; they hadn’t. However, he did have the tingling sensation from the cold of the snow he’d fallen into.
“Are you fucking stupid?” he asks the pink, earth pony as soon as he focuses on her. She apologized for running into him, and then in the same breath asked about forty times his name and where he came from; all in the span of about three seconds. Did this pony ever breathe?
“It doesn’t matter who I am. And I came from the train.” He finishes his words with a smug look upon his face. He heard the Pegasus mare sigh in frustration and watched her rear up, her ears pinned back against her head. The earth pony, whose name was apparently Pinkie Pie, blanched and ran off. After the pony ran off the Pegasus took off, flying back into the sky and landed on a cloud above the train station.
“Well, it seems like we are off to a great start here,” he muttered to himself. He glared at the earth ponies who were hooked up to the wagon with his furniture when he noticed them grinning. Their large smiles disappeared. “Let’s go before some other crazy pony decides to run into me.”
It took them about half an hour to get to his house, mainly because of an elderly, green pony who was crossing the road at a pace a snail would laugh at, summer could have passed by the time she reached a point where they could go around her.
As he reached his new home he noticed that there was another house next to his. Why hadn’t he seen that before? The pony from earlier actually showed up then, landing on the roofless porch, her black wings flared out slightly as she landed. He watched her shake her neck to get her white and black mane out of her face. Not once did she look over towards him.
He rolled his eyes a bit before he moved towards the door of his new home. That’s when he noticed the hoof prints that went into his house, but none leaving it. Strange, not only that his whole house was dark; in the middle of the day. Hadn’t he shut the curtains when he’d last been here? Another strange thing was the fact that he’d seen fewer and fewer ponies the closer he got to his house. But he’d originally chalked that up to how close he was to the Everfree Forest.
