Black Magic's Un-Non-Colorful Adventures

It's been nearly two years since I left Manehatten.

Among my greatest achievements; defending myself successfully from a small scout pack of timber wolves(about three timber wolves), successfully fleeing from an Ursa Minor, doing my first successful healing spell(after my first unsuccessful defense from a pack of timber wolves), lighting my first fire without magic, lighting my first fire with magic, casting my first shield spell, and- . . .

Now that I think about it, I believe you didn't pick up my journal and begin reading it to find out the first time I did hundreds of things in the Everfree forest. Trust me, I nearly hit a thousand firsts. Don't even get me started on how many failures there were.

So, I'm gonna cut to the chase.

I was low on food, water, and breath. My trail-made sunglasses flopped around my neck. I was running at a breakneck pace, fleeing from my second Ursa Minor encounter. I dived, dodged, ducked, and dipped around the many tree branches hindering my escape.

With no warning, I found myself staring at a clearing, possibly a quarter mile across before it reached a small town. I kept running, planning to hide in the town and blend in as best I could during the attack.

. . .After being kicked out of nearly every town you come across, you learn to blend in better. Just sayin'

I may be really good at magic, but I strongly believe most illusion spells are below me, especially ones I can use to look different.

I make a dead sprint into a back alley on the outskirts, and pull my hood over my head. The Minor just barely broke out of the treeline by the time my hood was pulled over my head. I slide the sunglasses onto my nose and trot out of the alleyway.

Carnage has already broken loose, so I begin to run around frantically as well. I think the Minor crushed a showpony's cart while it raged in town square. That must suck, huh?

In the middle of the carnage, a purple unicorn lit up her horn. Five ponies and a small dragon stood behind her in defensive stances, but distanced.

I watched in wonder as the unicorn made the wind blow(not a big achievement) which caused cattails to bend and begin to play soothing music. The Ursa Minor immediately calmed down. 'dayum, good planning, mare' I had thought.

The unicorn's horn glowed brighter, and she picked up the water tower tank. She then proceeded to dump it out, bring it through a barn full of cows to get milk, save a hapless blue unicorn from getting smooshed by the Minor by lifting it into the air, then gave the milk-filled water tower tank to the now floating Ursa Minor. The Minor was then floated out of town, and back to the cave from whence it came, suckling on the makeshift baby bottle.

"buckin' sacred manure! that was impressive! just, WOW." I muttered to myself after the show had ended.

I joined a throng of ponies grouping around the purple unicorn, and pretended to listen to her. After a bit, the blue unicorn ran off. A little later, two young unicorns got moustaches, as well as that small dragon.

I chuckled at that part. I had the feeling the moustaches were going to fade within an hour.

The crowd dispersed, and I was left to find shelter for the night.

That is, if I hadn't been tackled to the ground by a pink blur.

"hey-you're-new-here-which-means-you-don't-have-any-friends-and-I-need-to-throw-you-a-party-and  . . . what's with your eyes? They have no irises." the pink blur rapidly said.

"Wah! No!" I exclaim frantically, and hurriedly try to push my sunglasses up. I get out of from under the pink mare. "You didn't see that, okay?"

"See what? Your eyes. Oh, silly. I don't care about your eye color. Everypony deserves a Pinkie Party at least once in their lives, no eye color required." The pink pony put on a big smile, and I relaxed a little bit.

"anyway, my name's Pinkie Pie. What's yours?" The pink pony says.

"Erm, my name? Well, it's an unusual name, especially for a Manehatten stallion. It's Black Magic." I say, and cringe in preperation for the verbal abuse.

"that is an unusual name, but it fits your appearance. Except for your cutie mark." she replied

"Huh, what? Oh, that? Turns out I was really good at more than one kind of magic. I can apparently learn from almost every school of magic known to ponykind. It takes a while, but I can learn any spell, hex, charm, ritual, or curse if I put my mind to it." I answer.

"Well, no hexes, rituals, or curses here in Ponyville, buster. Or you have me to deal with." Pinkie said suddenly serious.

"Hey, Pinkie Pie. Ya comin'?" A southern drawl called from behind us.

"That's one of my friends. Gotta go. OH, and as for your party; come here at this time. See you then, Magey." Pinkie said as she hoofed me a post it note with an address and a time on it. She then trotted off to join her friends.

'Pinkie Pie, huh? Well, why not? I could stay here for a bit.' I thought. 'At least I still have a few bits left to buy a meal.'

I began to wander around, in hopes of finding a place to get something to eat.

After about ten minutes, I came upon a sandwich shop in the last stages of closing up. i walk closer, and call to one of the waiters.

"Hey, any chance I could buy something really quick?" I ask.

"I believe the cook hasn't left, so what would you like sir?" the waiter replied in a slightly prench accent.

'Dear Celestia, I must have died and gone to paradise!' I thought happily.

"Just a simple daisy sandwich, please." I say barely holding in my excitement for hoofmade food.

The waiter went into the shop interior, and shortly returned with the blessed sandwich.

"That'll be one bit, please." the waiter said.

I place three bits on the table and reach for the sandwich. "There ya go. A tip for the late service you gave me. Thanks, by the way. I've had a really exciting last two years."

"Oh, really? How so?" the waiter asked.

I gulp down the mouthful of sandwich and say, "The Everfree. Enough said."

"You mean to say, you've been surviving in the Everfree Forest the last two years?" the waiter asks.

I think for a second. ". . . Yeah, just about two years. Today, I think."

"Dear Celestia. What horrors did you have to endure during those two long years?" the waiter asked, nearly flabbergasted.

"Timberwolves, a hydra, two ursa minors, and bad food to name a few. By far, the food was the worst part. Can't go one day, can't stop the next. Just totally ridiculous." I reply.

"Yes, that must have been horrid. . . anyway, enjoy your . . . meal?" The waiter trailed off, seeing that the sandwich was already gone.

"That hit the spot! Anyway, I'm new here, and looking for a job. You know anywhere I can look?"

"We may have an opening for a pony to bus a section of the tables. Come by tomorrow, and we'll check for any openings." he says.

I nod, say, "thanks" and trot off, searching for an alleyway to hole up in or a box to huddle in.