Quill's Journal (a.k.a. The quest to save time)

-15 years ago-

Night had fallen in Manehattan, but everypony within the city were still awake and active. Ponies shopping, eating, working, it wasn't a wonder that the city was named the sleepless city. However, at that moment, something strange happened, specifically at the Manehattan Orphanage.

At around 10:39, a mysterious blue shed had appeared next to the building, unnoticed by the ponies rushing by in taxi carriages. Almost instantly, the doors opened to reveal a mysterious pony. An earth pony stallion to be precise. His coat was creme colored and his mane was chocolate brown and quite messy from under a pair of goggles strapped to his head. He had watches up both of his front legs and wore an unbuttoned black dress shirt over a white t-shirt, unusual attire for a pony.

His dark grey eyes searched the streets like a chimera would an apple pie. The blanket- wrapped bundle he held in his right hoof seemed to squirm and wriggle in his grasp.

"Hush now, you'll be there soon."

he whispered, his voice rich with a Trottingham accent. His words calmed the bundle somewhat, but whining could still be heard. With a small sigh, he walked up to the front door of the orphanage and placed the small bundle down, stroking it like a parent to it's child. With one last hush to the bundle, he knocked on the door. Hoof steps were soon growing louder as someone came to the door. Not wanting to be seen, the stallion turned to leave, but not before saying 5 words. 5 words that was a promise for the small bundle to keep.

"Make your mother proud. Firework."

As soon as he was a safe distance from the door, it opened to reveal a pony with blonde curls, pink coat, and two roses for a cutie mark.

"Oh my goodness! How did you get here sweetheart?"

the pony asked, scooping the small bundle in her right hoof. As she went inside, a small, tangerine face peeked her face out from under the blanket and squealed, her red eyes tearing up as the door closed.

The stallion sighed in sadness and turned to the shed, where a tan unicorn with a brown mane and red and green streaks was waiting, her striped scarf blowing in the breeze.

"Are you okay?"

she asked in concern, putting a hoof on the stallion's shoulder.

"Yeah. I'm fine. You know how I am with letting go, it just felt wrong leaving her there by herself."

the stallion said sadly. The mare nodded in understanding.

"I know. But Wisteria said it was for the best that she comes to our time period, and the dangerous tasks in the time stream that we do for the princess is not safe for a filly."

the mare answered.

The stallion sighed again.

"I know, and now we've done what needs to be done. Let's just go May."

he said, walking into the shed. May opened her mouth to say something, but instead closed it again as she followed the stallion into the shed.

"Sure Doctor Whooves. Let's go."