Part 1
As I hauled my trolley onto the station platform I began to grow weary. Where was it? Had I missed it? No, I still have time... Trains are so damn confusing.

A loud holler from a male voice broke my confusion. “Train 22, All aboaaaard!”
Damn, I’m like a mile away. I set into sprint so as not to miss the train; if I did, I would have to wait another 4½ hours until the next one arrived, since there’s only one train from Canterlot to Ponyville. After 15 seconds of sprint I reached the train.

“This is the train to Ponyville, right?” I asked the conductor.

He looked at me with sleepy eyes and nodded while he pointed at a sign suspended from the ceiling. "It's all there, on the sign" he said and continued doing whatever he was doing with his clipboard.

"Ah. Thanks" I said, slightly embarrassed.

On the sign there were times and locations of the trains. Train 22 - Canterlot to Ponyville,
Train 23 - Canterlot to Trottingham, train 24 - Canterlot to Baltimare, and so on.

I made my way inside the train to my seat - 12D. I found it in the other end of the cart I was in. In an exhausted motion, I sat down, putting my luggage on the seat next to me. I closed my eyes to think for a bit. I always close my eyes when I have to think about something big. Helps me concentrate, I guess.

"And now to Ponyville. Mother said we had already been there once on holiday. I don't remember it though, I must have been very young at that time" I thought to myself

"I wanna listen to some music. Luckily that's with me everywhere I go."

I put on my earphones and fired up Green Hay. I began to relax and drum to the rythm as Billie Joe Hoofstrong sang his rebellious tunes.

My drumming was interrupted by a female voice.

"Excuse me, Sir? Is this seat 12B?"

I looked at the mare in front of me as I took off my earphones. She was a unicorn, and had a lavender coat, blue hair with purple and pink stripes and purple eyes. There was something that made her so... Attractive. Somehow, from the moment I laid eyes on her, it's like I wanted to spend my life with her.

I quickly shook those thoughts out of my head as I realized I hadn't answered yet.

"Yes, I would think so, since this 12D" I said and pointed to my seat with a small smile. “Still, it could be 12A or 12C”

She laughed a bit and sat down.

The train began chugging away from the platform.

"Twilight!" A voice cried out.

A green and purple dragon came running down the train aisle. It was young, not even adolescent yet.

"Twilight! There you are! I couldn't find you, you just kinda... Who's that? I thought you said we'd have this cart for ourselves?" He said and pointed at me. Assuming it was a "he" anyways.

"Spike! Don't be rude!" She turned to look at me. "I'm so sorry, he's usually not this uncivil!" She said embarrassed of the dragon's behavior.

Time to turn on the charm, Veno

I smiled at her. "It's alright. I'd be confused too, if I was told I had the cart for myself and some strange pony showed up on my seat" I said.

She chuckled and blushed again. "Well now, strange isn't the word I'd have used. More like charming"

Fuck yeah.

"What's your name?" She then asked me.

"Synthveno... And you?" I raised out a hoof.

"My name is Twilight Magicka Sparkle. But Twilight works just fine" She said and shook my hoof.

"And I'm Spike!" piped the dragon.

We didn’t really know what else to say, so there was silence.

"So, what brings you on the train to Ponyville, Veno?"

I shrugged. "I'm just moving... Wanna see something else than shops and snobs I guess. I was actually born in Bitaly, as you can probably see from my look and hear in the name. We moved to Canterlot when I was 5. My dad got a promotion, you know?"

She chuckled. "If you're Bitalian, then where is your accent?"

"Well, I guess I've outgrown it. I can still make it, though."

I took a deep breath and spoke in a thick Bitalian accent: "So, Signorina Sparkle, why are you here on the treno á Ponyville?"

She laughed loudly and answered "The princess sent me out to supervise the preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration and make some friends along the way. But can you still speak the language then?"

"Certo posso ancora parlare la lingua!"

She clapped her hooves in satisfaction, and to be honest, she did look quite cute.

I smiled over her satisfaction. "Well if the Summer Sun Celebration's being hosted in Ponyville this year I'll probably hear more about you!"

"So what line of work are you in, Veno... If you don't mind me asking?"

"Not at all. I'm a musician. I play the drums, do vocals and I DJ at parties. I've worked together with... Let's see, Vinyl Scratch, Octavia, Justin Timberneigh and Green Hay, if you know them?"

"Oh my gosh I love Justin Timberneigh!" She said ecstatically

"As do I, and actually I've written stories and I've painted some pictures in my time as well. I guess you could call me an artist"

We smiled at each other. I yawned and stretched, and I could hear she gasped loudly just as I started to stretch. Confused, I opened my eyes and noticed that she was gawking at me wide-eyed. Or at my wings and my horn, to be specific.

"You... You're an alicorn!"

I had wondered when she'd notice that.

"Appunto!" I said to her, but got no reaction.

She suddenly realized that she was staring. She blushed, looked the other way and apologized.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I've never had such a conversation with an alicorn, well, yes, with Celestia... but that's nothing like this! So, are you royal or something? You don't look like a prince."
She said as she gave me the elevator-look

Welp, she was right. I don't really look royal. I have a white coat, black hair with dark green stripes through it and bright green eyes. My cutie mark is two drumsticks crossed over a music note. But I'm not tall like Celestia or Luna. Or maybe I am? Nobody has seen Luna in a thousand years, so you can't really be sure.

I smiled at Twilight again.
*Ding - now arriving at: Ponyville*

"Well. I guess this is where we part ways" I said when we had left the train.

She smiled. "I hope I'll see you again!"

"Oh, I’m sure you’ll see me again"
We said goodbye to each other and parted ways while Spike rode on her back.

"Cíao, mia bella!" I managed to say to her before turning around to leave.
What an astonishing mare...
Well... I guess this is where my new life in Ponyville begins.

TWILIGHT'S POV
"Oh my gosh, Spike! Did you see him? He's so cute - did you see his mane? He's Bitalian, a musician, handsome, fit, he has a good taste in music, and charming! I mean, you can't ask for more!" Twilight Sparkle sighed as Spike stuck out his tongue and pointed downwards with his thumb due to too much girly talk.

"Yeah yeah whatever let's just find the library and focus on our task, Twi"

End of part 1

Author's Note

Here is the first chapter folks! I will be accepting OC's too in some time probably.
Feedback of all sorts is allowed! And yes- I am Italian IRL
Enjoy the (hopefully long) ride!