The Past Is Never Really Forgotten

Beany awoke the next morning with a start. She was sweating and shaking.
“wow… what a dream.”

She slowly got up and headed down the stairs. She made herself some breakfast and sat at the table. She ate it slowly, wondering what to do. She couldn’t get Miles out of her head. He was driving her crazy. She wandered around the town with a dreamy look in her eye. Ponies tried to talk to her but she just wandered around, daydreaming. Beany went and lay on the grass by the river, like she had before. She closed her eyes and dreamt of Miles.

She awoke several hours later. The sun was setting and she was startled at the time. She rushed home.
For the evening she pondered on whether to follow him. She went to bed, and dreamt of the colt once again.
When she awoke early next morning, she decided that she was going to go to him. He mentioned Dodge Junction before, so that’s where she’d go.

She packed a bag with some food, water, a book and some money. She tied her bow into her mane, put on her bands. She was ready to go. Then the thought hit her; What if she never found him again? She shook the thought off, and set out.
As she walked through the town, she took one last look at the place she called home. She approached the edge of town, and hesitated. She had never left Apples Bramley before, so this would be the start of an adventure, she wasn’t sure she could come back from. Finally, she plucked up the courage, and marched forward, into the unknown.

An hour into her journey, and she wasn’t entirely sure which way she was going. Luckily, she came across a signpost, marking Dodge Junction about a mile North West. She pushed forward. Along the way, she was met by a group of Highway Mares. They tried to take her down, but Beany fought back. Bucking one of them straight in the face and knocking a number of the mare’s teeth out, before taking to the skies and flying straight for Dodge Junction. She could see it, just on the horizon and flew fast and hard.
By the time she arrived, she was worn out. She landed in the middle of town panting heavily. A white colt noticed her and asked if she was okay. Panting heavily, Beany replied; “Yes… I’m… Okay… I… Just… Need… To… Rest… For… A… Minute…”

The colt, a white unicorn with black and dark purple hair and green sunglasses, helped her into his house. She sat on his couch and he gave her a drink of water.

“What exactly happened?” asked the colt

“I’m travelling up to Canterlot from Apples Bramley. I had to pass through the badlands on the way and I came across some highway mares. I took a couple down and flew away. I’m not used to flying so far, so fast. It’s worn me out.” Beany replied in between gulps of water.