Chapter 3: Don’t just barge in

The train from Ponyville skidded to a halt in front of me. The brakes causing it to squeal and screech loudly. Some sparks could be seen emanating from the wheels grinding the surface. I was heading to some place far away. Actually I had no idea where I was going, so I looked on the front of my ticket. My eyes widened. I was going to Canterlot.

“Well buck,” I said flatly. I hated all of the rich, snooty ponies that walked around thinking they’re better than everypony else.

Well it I was going to need sleep if I was going to deal with the ponies of canterlot. I put my bags down at one end of the red cushioned train booth. I laid my head on the bag and rested. Rest and sleep, however, are two very different things. And sleep wouldn’t come. It hadn’t come in about two days. I was so tired, but the nightmares couldn’t hurt me if I wasn’t sleeping.

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I was up for most of the night thinking about Thunderlane. I couldn’t imagine the pain he would feel when he found out I had left. ’ugh, why am I thinking about him, I can’t think about anypony. I have to start over.’ I wiped a single tear away from my cheek. And sniffled. This was going to be harder than I thought.

It was daytime now, and I had arrived at Canterlot a while ago and was strolling around looking at the buildings. ’Rich snobs,’ I thought to myself. Stepping out of the way of a pale white mare with a neon blue mane, who was wearing purple tinted shades. I was shocked when she smiled and stopped… looking right at me.

I froze, did she know me? No she couldn’t. Then why was she smiling? I decided to play it cool and lift my saddle bags over my back. I calmly walked past her but stopped as she shoved her hoof out in front of me.

“Hold up a sec, you’re not from around here are you?” She asked, still wearing that devious grin.

“H-how’d you know?” I stuttered out nervously. ’Keep your cool ember, she hasn’t figured out that you’re a runaway yet.’

“Because, you’re wearing that.” She stated blandly. I looked away, now a bit self-conscious. She snorted, seeming to catch on. “Don’t worry, it looks good on you.” I smiled at the compliment. Celestia’s pearly flanks says I needed it at the moment.

“Thank you,” I said. Trying to walk by her again. Again, she stopped me. I grew frustrated.

“Now wait just a minute. How old are you?” She asked.

“Old enough,” I said dryly.

“Yeah, yeah. I was old enough when I ran away too,” she said with a big grin on her face.

My jaw dropped. “How did you know I ran away?”

She smiled and calmly answered, “you just told me.”

I sat on my haunches and looked at her pleadingly. “Y-You wouldn’t turn me in… W-would you?” I asked a bit fearful.

She just smiled at me and began walking. “Follow me,” she said.

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We had walked for a while now. Not a word was spoken the whole walk. We came by a very large house and she stopped. “Your brother told me you had run away, I figured I’d meet you at the train station,” she said, causing me to flinch a bit in shock.

“Wait what?” I asked completely dumbfounded.

“Word travels fast, and he was a part of the royal guard ya know. The second you got on that train he knew where you were and where you were going. He sent me a letter. He wasn’t very happy and wanted me to take ya back. But, after a lot of arguing I convinced him that you would be alright here. I mean it’s not every day I get to have my cousin over,” she said with a wink.

My mouth hung agape. No way in hell that she was telling the truth. I mean that fast? This was weird and how in the buck did my brother figure that out in that short amount of time? I was completely dumbstruck.

She clapped her pale white hooves in front of my face. “Equestria to Ember!” She all but screamed in my ear.

I shook my head, snapping out of my thoughts. “So I get to live here?” I asked quietly.

She nodded. “Yup, long as you want,” she said, smiling warmly.

“Dibs!!” I yelled, running to the huge house and opening the front door. The place was like a mansion on the inside.

“Ember, wait! I forgot to tell you abou-“ Her warning was cut off when I was firmly smacked in the head with a skillet. Vinyl sighed. “About Octavia,” she finished after it was all done and over with.

I fell on the floor with a plop. If I looked hard enough I could probably see little blue birds flying in circles around my head. Then I blacked out.

Author's Note

Sorry this took way too much time. No excuses, it is way to short too. Sorry, I hope you all enjoy what I have though.