Crazy Maze

In the fine city of Flashville located in Equestria, a unicorn named Charlietta Drymon, or Charla as she likes to be called, was levitating everything into many boxes. Is she moving? someone may ask. Why yes she was. Her plan all along was to pack and move over to Flanchorage. And that day, indicated on Charla's calendar, was Wednesday, May twenty first. One month before the first Summer Sun Celebration with Luna's return.

More importantly, this day was too important to be fooling around. This is the day Charla gets upon the train. Oh, how her levitation was like nothing to her, her control of that magic is done well for her cutie mark is indeed a brain. This yellow coated red headed pony was certainly coming down with another round of items as she trotted.

"Okay. Goggles, check. Board games, check. Utilities, check. Year supply of soduku puzzles, check. And finally ticket, check." As Charla spoke of each item, she checked it off on her clipboard and put each of those items in a box in the middle of what was the living room. But as Charla filled the last of her items, the globe of light pierced hot into the window in the morning sky. Some ponies would've thought that the moon was bright and beautiful, this was absolute nostalgia for Charla.

As Charla looked out the window, she inched little by little toward the sun and thought How could've I forgotten? Letting out a huge sigh, her tone was rather blinded by the sun's light and nostalgic value. Of all the years that she's been here, today would've been her last day. "If only I could only have proof that I lived in Flashville." She may not've meant it in the sense to show someone else instead of telling, but really it was for her own sake of memories. But a bright idea had already come to her. "I GOT it. I could get a camera." As Charla quickly left the place, she was back within only fifteen minutes.

For what Charla would've needed was a job as indicated from her frustrated look. "Well that was ninety five bits ripped off my flank." Thinking back to her trip, her leaps of logic slipped out of her mouth. "Who knew somepony would hammer down a piece of paper with bits on them onto a door." Losing the deja vu Charla gained was the least of her worries for a while since now, she could take a break in a pile of pictures.

Her time within Flashville was running out but it was only lunch time when Charla had already eaten her lunch at an outside restaurant to snap pictures over there. Back walking around the city, Charla suddenly bumped into another pony, an earth pony to be exact. And the both of them grunted and recovered from their sudden stops of speed.

Such the allusion may not occur to another pony but Charla instantly knew about this stallion since she first lived in Flashville. The turquoise stallion's name was Mariano Estevezo. Still from the excitement of Celestia's beautiful glowing sun, she was still in the optimism to talk to Mariano. "Hey Mariano," Charla said starting the two's conversing comprehension. "What's up?"

Mariano looked down on Charla's camera which happened to cost her nearly a hundred bits. He sensed the fascination in Charla but was aware enough to respond. "Not much. Hey, I like that camera around your neck. Looks very cool and rare." Charla, as anypony would have reacted, took a relieved sigh to signify her ready speech. "Thank you. It's just the least of my worries." What Charla said puzzled Mariano as he took a second of curiosity to ask why the camera was the least of her worries.

"Worries, what worries?" Such the curious face demanded an answer to this which can only mean the truth of what Charla was doing. "I'm moving away to Flanchorage," Charla said with a soft spoken tone like she was hiding a secret from somepony else. Mariano had to take a gander of what Charla said and figured out what She meant. "Flanchorage? Isn't that where they have that annual race? I'm pretty sure it's called the Pegasus Autumn Race?" Charla instantly became proud of Mariano for actually figuring out what Flanchorage does. "That's the one. Hey, why don't I take a far view picture of you and then I'll be moving around town."

As the snapping piled the pictures, it got very late. Charla took even more pictures. It was nearly six when she got home. "Well, time to get my bags ready. It's almost six o'clock." As all of the super bags of boxes came through town, something was missing. "Weird, it feels like I'm missing something from my old home." She did forget something. Charla's fear finally overtook her, "MY REFLECTOR!!!" but realized she still has time. "I still got time though. Besides, it's only quarter after." And off she galloped back to the empty house.

Charla searched high, low and everywhere on the go one may say. She searched every single corner, frame, pot, room, closet and window sill she could look in. But as she looked, Charla seemed to have taken a beating of soot, right on her mane from a charred wooden plate. Still no reflector. Well, it's not like she can't be replacing it. Charla was getting frustrated again from not having her way as she let out an angry sigh. "Never mind. I got enough bits to buy one in Flanchorage. Besides, it's almost six thirty."

The train wouldn't have been leaving on Charla's watch. Celestia's ball of fire sun was going to set soon so Luna could raise the moon and the train of Mane Junction was about to set aboard for Flanchorage. Luckily Charla got there on time. It was a sigh of relief to relax for once. "Ah! That's more like it. It's great to relax without a worry. It'll be great knowing I have these fantastic photos of my source of memory land, Flashville."

Moments later, Charla got off the Mane Junction in Flanchorage and explored a while before making it to her new house. As Celestia's sun appeared the next day, Charla rose early to unpack only for her adventure to be flipped upside down the next day.