A Journey through Equestria

Dear reader,

This is the first page written in my journal. I have just bought this journal in a little quillshop just outside of Canterlot, along with a map. Right now, I’m sitting on a bench, with my journal next to me. It's absolutely amazing here. I don't want to forget a thing, so I will write it all down!

I’m going to travel all around Equestria and explore everything a young filly like me can do!

Oh, wait, I haven't introduced myself, have I? How rude of me. My name is Civviq Writer. Or rather, the name I chose for myself.

I used to be a human girl. I have forgotten my human name and my human life. It just seems all like a blurry dream to me, but I'm sure I once was human. The only thing I remember, are some memories about my parents. They're smiling and laughing… but that isn't going to help me in here.

I do know about myself that I love to write. That's why I want to record everything: so I can read it again when I need to. I'll try to do it as close to the truth as possible.

How I came here? That’s something not even I know.

Anyway. I am now a unicorn, apparently. Since I hav just begun to learn magic, I'm writing this down with my quill in my mouth until I get a bit better at magic. I can't write with hands, or rather, my hoofs anymore. Also, I haven't really had much good practice with writing, so I believe that over time you will see that my writing will improve.

Let me begin with the story of this book. I bought this book from the bits I had with me when I woke up again, in the fields nearby, under an old oak tree. Next to me was a saddlebag with some bits.

Far above me I could see a city in the mountain. The lone mountain was in the east, and as far as I could see, there were several sorts of crops. Corn, rye, grain, and lush, and green grass as well. They are neatly divided in squares, separated with ditches or wire. Here and there were the occasional dark shapes of small bushes and trees. I looked on my map. It seems like I was in the Unicorn Range.

I already said I bought this journal a little outside of Canterlot. It was really not much more than a village. It was small, but it had a quill shop and a market.

I trotted into the village.

I had far too few eyes to see everything, really.

-Oh, sorry, but somepony's coming towards me! Gotta lay my pen down for now. I'll catch you later!

~

Dear reader,

I’m sorry I let you hanging in there. I’m still on the same bench like before. The pony that was coming towards me, wasn’t coming towards me at all. He dashed past me, towards the village, in a great hurry. I wonder where he was going, and why he was in such a hurry.

He’s a pegasus, and I think he was quite young. I couldn’t see his cutie mark, I think he hasn’t gotten his yet.

About that: my age. I knew my age when I was a human, but here, I think I am really young. You see, I haven’t got my cutie mark yet. I wonder what my cutie mark will look like. I think that, in time, it’ll appear. But I still can’t help but wonder.

The wind is beginning to blow harder and harder. What was a breeze, is now getting colder and colder. The sky is darkening. I need a place to stay for the night, and I think the town I just came from had an inn.

So, I need to say goodbye again. Catch you later!

~

Dear reader,

I’m back again. And right now, I’m at a place I really hadn’t expected to be!

It is dark outside, and the wind is howling through the branches outside of the wagon. A wagon? Yes, with Wing Noir. But, how did we come here? Well, let me explain.

Remember the running pegasus? Well, he wasn’t running for fun.

When I went into town to find a place for the night, I saw something lying on the streets. I walked towards it. It turned out to be a hat, a fedora to be precisely. The breeze began to play with it, but before It could go away again, I caught it with the little levitation magic I had, preventing it from getting away. Quickly, I grabbed it with my mouth. It was a nice hat, and I thought by myself, if nopony came looking for it, I’ll keep it.

However, before I could put it on, the pegasus I saw before came running towards me. This time for real. He stopped in front of me, panting. “My... *wheeze* Hat…. *wheeze* That’s mine…”

I looked at him. He has a ash-grey coat, a bit dirty, His unkempt mane and tail were brown. His eyes were a brown with many gold specks in them. He also wears a worn-out beige trenchcoat, with two holes for his wings. His feathers were ruffled in the wind.

It might be strange, but at that moment I realized I had no idea what I looked like.

Anyhow, I opened my mouth to say something, but that made the hat escape. It danced away with the wind again, before I could grab it. I tried to catch it with a levitation spell – but before I could fail, he had already grabbed it with his mouth. And then, with one swift move, he had put it on his head.

“Oh, I… I’m sorry.” I said, ashamed. He glared at me, and turned around to walk away, leaving me behind. That’s not very nice, I thought by myself.

“Wait!” I yelled. He stopped and turned around.

“What?” He stomped his hoof on the ground - he wanted to go.

“I told you, I’m sorry that I dropped your hat.” I said, panting.

“Apology accepted.”, he said, sarcastic, and turned away to leave.

“Hey! Where are you going?” I said, and ran until I walked next to him.

“Away from here.” He flicked with his tail out of annoyance.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, it is.” He kept on walking.

To be honest, I was taken aback from  his coldness. In this world full of happy ponies, why was he so gruff?

“Wait! Can I know your name? Please? My name is Civviq! What's yours?”

He huffed and looked up out of despair. “Why are you so stubborn?” He sighed. “My name is Wing Noir. If you really want to know where I’m going, I’m off to find… something. Now, go back home, and leave me be.”

That comment stung a bit. Home…

“I don’t have a home.”

He stopped and stared at me, surprised. “You don’t?”

I shook my head. “No. I… I’m lost… and I don’t know where to go.”

Tears. There were tears in my eyes. I swear, I didn’t mean for them to appear, but when I thouth about home... A place to live, to come back to...

Nevertheless, it was humiliating to be crying in front of everypony, so I began to study the ground.That didn't prevent any tears to fall to the ground under my hooves, hooves, however.

I heard him sigh. I looked up and saw that he sat down next to me.

“I’m sorry. I… I’m lost too. I’m looking for my home, but I can’t find it.”

I looked up. I saw that he was looking at the ground too, his ears low.

“I’ll help you.” I offered. He looked at me, surprised.

“Really? You want to help?”

I smiled through my tears. “Yes. Really.”

He smiled back, a bit unsure. “Then, let’s go.”

And so, we walked out of the town, together.

Well, dear reader, now there rests only one more explanation before I can go to bed: how I came in the strange place. That strange place was….

Well, shortly after we left town, we took a wrong turn and ended up in a forest.

The forest was dark, and we already had traveled to deep in there to turn back. I couldn’t look at the map, because the sun was already gone and the moon couldn’t shine through the thick layers of leaves.

I felt as if many eyes were looking at us, and I think he felt so too. We had to find a place to spend the night, stat.

It was Wing Noir who caught sight of it. “Hey, look there!”

I tried to see through the bushes, but I couldn’t. Or, wait…

“Is that… a wagon?”

I tried to do illumination with my horn, and I could send a little spark, just enough to see the wagon. It was old, and seemingly abandoned. The dust and the moss had covered the wagon’s true colors, but I think it was used by travelling circus-ponies. It was beautifully decorated, or well, it used to be.

“Let’s take a look.”, Noir said. I was a little afraid of what we would find, but I followed him.

Noir brushed some of the moss off, and revealed a door. The slot was rusty, and broke easily. The door slowly opened, creaking heavily. I gulped, and I could tell he did so too.

The wagon wasn’t big, but it used to be a home to somepony. The interior smelled muff, but there was a bed/couch, a chair and some cupboards. Nopony was there.

We looked everywhere, but except some cups, plates and spare blankets we didn’t find anything. We decided to sleep on the floor on the blankets, since the bed/couch didn’t seem strong enough. There were some oil lamps and damp matches, but we found one that still worked, and created some light. In that light I am writing this now. Wing Noir is already sleeping.

Just one more thing: I found out how I look like. In one side of the wagon, there’s a small kitchen. Inside one of the cupboard doors, there’s a mirror.

Believe it or not, the first thing I noticed were my glasses. I was surprised, because I didn’t feel it. The glasses were round, and orange. I noticed that I had soft, orange-yellow eyes.

My coat is purple, but my muzzle was yellow. My mane is a bit wavy, with orange and yellow. My tail was wavy as well, but it had other colors: it was a bit darker purple then my coat and had bright, dark blue strikes. I also had freckles on my cheeks.

I liked how I looked. I smiled to my reflection; she smiled back at me.

I feel I have to yawn – yes, I just yawned. It’s time to sleep.

It’s still raining outside, so I couldn’t see the moon.

I’m going to walk to my blankets and curl up in them, pony-style, for the first time in my life.

Yes, it has been a long, long day, so now I’m going to lay my pen down and give my muzzle a little rest. It’s a bit stiff from the writing.

Good night, dear reader. Good night.