Silver Raven

...My name is... Eh... Silver Raven. I woke up this... Morning, I think. I was sitting in the end of a wagon of a train, with a few other passengers. Everytime I looked outside the window, I only saw trees. Trees at both sides of the tracks. I didn't knew where we were heading to, but I don't even remembered getting in that train too.

After ten minutes, I realized that I had a brown briefcase at my left. Nopony else was around, and it seemed to actually belong to me. So, I picked it, and for my surprice, it only contained a few metal pieces, two smaller bags, and a note.

The metal pieces, somehow were familiar to me. They were some kind of mix between Steel and Copper, but I never recognized the real name of the mix. The two small bags contained a lot of bits each. I counted up to a hundred on each, so that would make two-hundred bits. Next, the note. It only had written 'Northern Road, 5', some kind of direction.

...That sounded very familiar to me too. A name crossed my mind. Innovation Incroporated. Some kind of resear and development agency. Only the name went in my head. Everything else was filled with other questions, such as 'Where are we heading to?' 'Why does my voice sound so Mare-Ish in my mind?'

...That's when I realized something more... Important.

Gesh. What did I drinked, to even forget what was my gender? Anyways, I had few to none clue on what was going on, so I just decided to lean on my seat, and wait untill we arrived.

Meanwhile, I observed myself at the reflection on the train's windows. For the bare-to-none details, I knew that I had a dark-gray coat, a dark-green, long mane, and two eyes of the same colour. At least, that's everything I managed to discover from myself.

About five minutes later, we arrived. It seems that I was asleep the whole ride, or something like that. I still have no clue on that. So, the train stopped, and everypony started to get out of it. I grabbed what seemed to be my briefcase, putted it on my back, and left the train.

Next, I saw how a pink Mare was mid-flight, towards me. That scared the creep out of me, if I say the truth. Somehow, my only reaction was to jump to my right, avoiding the arc she was perfectly describing towards where I was standing. She hitted the ground with her face, but what happened next is what got me even more impressed.

After a blink, she was already standing in front of me, smiling in a very, very creepy way. You can imagine what kind of face I had at that moment.

"Hi!" She started to speak, with her grin always there. "I'm PinkiePie! You must be new to town, because I know everypony here!" ...Her way to speak was actually starting to annoy me a bit. Too much words for so little time.

"I... Uh... I am, yes..." I barely managed to spit that out. Moving my mouth and tongue to make audible, yet understandable noises was quite hard, if I say the truth. Oh, and my voice completely reflected what I tought: I'm a Mare.

"Ooh, then come with me! You need a tour of all Ponyville!" Said... Pinkiepie, grabbing my right hoof, and taking me outside the station. I seriously didn't knew if I was getting ponynapped there, but I was sure of one thing: that Mare was starting to annoy me, real serious.

...So, after easily five hours of coming from here to there, I could say that I've seen every single milimeter of Ponyville. Well, not every milimeter. The only place where I was intended to go wasn't on Pinkie's route. We stopped in a grocery store, named Sugarcube Corner, and apparently Pinkie worked on it too. She made me sit in one of the tables there, and bringed in two chocolate muffins. Yup, she worked there.

"So, from where do you come from, Silver Raven?" She asked, while she was eating the muffin. ...How could she speak with her mouth full?

Now, her question. I didn't really remembered from where I was from. No names, words... Nothing. Not even the face of my mother, father, or even brothers, if I had them. Then, another name blasted in my mind. The Crystal Empire. I realized that iv'e been thinking too much time. "...The Crystal Empire." I finnaly managed to say. Wait. Since when does she knows my name?

"How so? You don't look like a Crystal Pony, or anything like that!" She exclaimed, completely blowing my cover.

Then, my brain started to plot. Plot something in my favour. "...I was just bornt there. My fathers weren't Crystal Ponies."

...Bingo.

"Uh-Huh. Another question, what does your Cutiemark means? It looks so odd!" She explaimed again, with her annoying voice, pointing at my flank. Somehow, I never had the idea of looking there, and when I did, I only saw a red, cracked gear printed in my butt.

Once I had a better look on my flank, a quick memory struck my mind. It meaned 'War, Loneliness, and Failure, all in one. How depressing, but thanks to my holy brain, another plot came out of my mouth. "...It means the first thing I did. I worked hard on a watch, that ended exploding in my face."

...Brilliant. What the buck, Brain??

"I see. So, you're some kind of clock-making pony? Why not a clock itself, instead of a gear?" ...She was starting to sound more suspicious at me over time. Hm. Even though she gave me a full-scale tour moments ago.

"Well, I'm not only a clock-making pony..." Another memory struck my brain. I remembered myself, working in different machines, with metal pieces, pretty much like the ones I had in the briefcase. "...I'm also good with machines in general."

"Ooh! How so, overall when you're not an Unicorn? Is it hard to work with hooves?" ...Pinkie had a point there. However, I do remember working with heavy machinery, repairing them. Oh, I also rembered robot-ponies.

"...I just know how to make my hooves work." I said, grabbing the muffin that was in the side of my table, and biting it. Yuck, chocolate...

Pinkie stared at me for a while, observing how I was munching the super-tasty chocolate muffin. I knew that I wasn't allergic to anything in it, but... The flavour just didn't felt right. I don't like chocolate at all. Oh, and I saw in her eyes the many things that crossed her mind with the 'I know how to make my hooves work' thing. How much dirt-minded we were.

After a while of uncomfortable staring, a Mare in a light-orange coat, and a brown hat trotted in. She went straight to Pinkie, and basically pulled her out of the chair, and took her outside. They said something about Canterlot, somepony named Twilight, and then they rushed away.

...I was finally free. I hardly ate the rest of the muffin, placed a few bits in the table, and left. I had somewhere to go...