Prologue: Enter Main Character
Thump!
"Aaah!" I rubbed the back of my head with my hoof, the former of which had been rudely knocked on by a wayfaring bag. I looked at the offending satchel, then levitated it back up to the luggage rack of the empty train compartment. I wondered where everyone was, but decided to go to sleep. But, before I could get back to sleeping, the others came back.
"Hey Sky," The great DJ Pon-3 said as she sat down, along with Mom and Octavia. She and my Mom (Lovely Lights) had just finished their successful music career, and decided that they (Octavia and I included) should move back to Ponyville. The though of this made me feel a bit down.
"Are you okay," she asked. Let me think. My name is Shimmering Skies, I am 16, I have a burnt orange coat, with a blonde mane, and worst of all, I'm moving from Manehattan, one of the coolest cities in Equestria, to a ho-dunk town called "Ponyville". I am not okay, or will be until I get some friends or something.
"I'm cool," I said coolly, not showing my true thoughts. I assume that my tone was off, because Pon-3 looked at me quizzically. "What," I said, dumbfounded.
"Look," Pon-3 stated. "I know that you wanted to stay in Manehattan, but that lifestyle isn't good for you". Dammit, not another one of these speeches. "All that it takes is one word out of place in that town, and where do you end up"? I sat there, trying to escape it "c'mon you like Chris Barley" said my mind, but I didn't need to let Vinyl have this one. "Where," she reiterated. Her look told me that she would wait all day for her answer, and, for all those who knew her, she would. "Say it with me," she prodded towards me verbally.
"In a wagon down by the river," I finally replied.
"Besides, I lived in. Ponyville before," She gazed off into the distance thoughtfully. "It's the kind of place where you make friends for life," She continued to gaze off for a while. Octavia and Mom interrupted her soulful stare.
"Hey, there it is," they said. I took my chance and fell back to sleep
As we stopped at Ponyville Station, I was jostled awake.
"Get up," Mom said while nudging me. "The movers already brought everything over, so we just have to go pickup the key at the Town Hall".
"Great," I thought begrudgingly, before I was interrupted by another comment.
"I'll also take some time to tell you about the place, after all, we used to live here for awhile after you were born, with Vinyl and Octavia".
"Even better," I thought.
"I also wanted to meet some friends, so we can do that after we get to the house". Mom finally closed her statement.
"Friggin wonderful," based on the look that Mom was giving me, I didn't just think that.
• • •
After a quick arguement, and putting on my saddlebags, we were going. About five steps outside the train station, however, I noticed something was off. There was a rustle from the bush to my right, and I saw Vinyl snicker. I quizzically glance her way, then she points to my right.
"Clever girl," I manage to say, before I am mauled by a pink pony.
"Hi there"! She practically yells into my face. "My name's Pinkie Pie, you must be new around here. Also, we don't know why you are here, following the story so far, But I'm sure that the writer will explain it later. Then again, I couldn't do that, as I'd put more cupcakes in the story". This was all said in five seconds, so I didn't question, or understand, what was said. What I did question, however, was the cupcake on my right. It looked absolutely delectable.
"Thanks writer, I owe you a party sometime," she said to the space around her.
(don't mention it)
"Speaking of parties, I remember why I was here. Friday at 7pm. Be there, or be square". As she said this, I became aware of a piece of paper in my mouths grasp. I then put it in my bag, all the while praying to Celestia for her to leave without causing me more headaches. She then froze, sniffed the air, and simply trotted off to wherever was calling her.
"So this is the Pinkie who..." I started to say to Mom, before being interrupted by Vinyl.
"Octy asked us to never speak of the Pasta Incident ever again".
"I'm sorry," I glanced over at Octavia, to show my apologies, when I noticed her 1000 yard stare.
"So much pasta..." She murmured. I looked at mom, for relief, who then hurriedly said;
"We'll meet at your new place this evening," she mouthed off through one of her "convincing" grins. She then nudged me to the right as we walked off hastily
"At least we spent a lot of time together at the hospital," Vinyl tried to comfort
• • •
After an awkwardly quick jaunt to the Town Hall, Mom turned to look at me.
"While I go in to get the keys, wait out here". Easier said then done. I know that I'll be bored, but I can't say anything. Mom noticed my lack of acknowledgement. and tried to de-buff my boredom.
"Look, you can go and walk around Town Square for a bit, or even visit the library if you want," she pointed across Town Square at a tree, "it won't be long and you might meet some pony you like." She winked, and I visibly shuddered.
"Mom, what are you implying?"
"Look, I know you're old enough and I may as we'll imply what I please."
"Fine," I said to her rebuttal as she walked into the dinky circular building. I waited until my blush went down, and I looked at the square. Over at a cafe, two dorky ponies with fedoras were talking and failing to get a girls number. Over by the fountain, three chicks were pouring soap into the top. The library/tree combo was looking over it all, like a lone warrior. I decide to go to the library, as that looked the most enjoyable. As I was walking there, I read the sign, which proudly said 'Golden Oaks Library'. I then pushed the door open into what appeared to be a cozy little room with a table in the center, bookshelves on the sides, and stars with a rope blocking them next to a note (privacy please!) There was also a pony, who I assumed was asleep, face buried in a book. I poked her.
"Excuse me?" I asked as I prodded her again.
"Hellooo..." I countinued to jostle her.
"She's been studying all night" said somepony behind me. "I wouldn't bother her, but you can bother me," they proclaimed. I turned around to thank them, and froze in my tracks.
"Oh, you must be new," he/she/it remarked, with an air of annoyance. "We don't get many new ponies, what with the highest property damage rate... But that isn't the point. Name's Spike, and no, I won't eat you".
"Sorry, you just don't meet dragons very often," I apologized.
"You're telling me, anyways, I'm presuming that you have a question"?
"Yeah, who's the librarian"? I asked.
"I am," said the pony behind me.
"I'm Twilight Sparkle," she said "Celestia's Protege, Element of Magic, Self-Appointed Scientist, and yes, the Librarian of Golden Oaks Library. What's your name"? Twilight rambled out.
"Well, I'm Shimmering Skies, uh, eligible single, high schooler, and proclaimed 6th Street Ponymon Champion"? I proclaimed questionably. "I'm new here, so I thought that I might check this place out."
"Well it's always nice to see bright new minds." She said wholeheartedly. "Just ask me if you needed anything." She then went to go on reading the book she had slept in. I looked around for a bit, then, after deciding to come back and get books if I needed to later, headed back to Town Hall. On the way back, I saw what appeared to be two fillies making out in a bush.
"Just remember, Mom's probably waiting," I told myself while trying to hide the 'situation' occurring below. I got to the Town Hall, then waited for Mom to get out of it. After 10 minutes, she came out the doors.
"well then, hope you weren't too bored," she said to me as I stood up.
"It wasn't too bad, I guess," I grumbled. We then got going to our new house, while Mom told me all she knew about Ponyville.
• • •
As we neared the house, I noticed how quaint it was. A nice little house, with thatched roofing, right up next to its neighbor. But, I didn't really notice the inside, as I went up into my room, and fell asleep on the bed.
Author's Note
Well, that took a while.
Anyways, look for the next chapter being about the first day of school.
And, if you wanna be generous, hit me up on a pm, with a better cover art.
No, seriously, mine sucks
Anyways, see you next A/N
