The Driver

The drive was quite uneventful, as expected. Gilda was throwing question after question, at which I tried to answer my best.

"So, where do you come from?" Gilda asked, brushing off some dirt from her jacket.

"Well, I come from Canada." I state proudly, remembering all my childhood memories. Honestly, I don't really want to grieve for leaving my home world or universe, but I'm glad I'm here, to start my new life. A more exciting one.

"What's Canada?" Well, this is were I become a historian, beginning of the pioneers from Britain claiming the land as their own, Maple Syrup, Moose, Wolves, Blah de blah, I don't really want to go into detail, but I basically explained the modern culture of my home country. Gilda just sat there, twiddling her feathers or fingers, like it was a history lesson, extremely boring, ja? Upon wrapping up my summary of Canada, we are halfway to Ponyville, about 7.3 km. We continued to chat about our personal lives, not wanting to explain my homeward to Gilda. I lift up my wrist, noticing that it was quite late. I spot a sign signifying that a campsite was near. I pull up the dirt trail, heading eastern into the forest. We pull up into an empty lot, surprising near by campers, surprised by the strange new machine. I hop out of the car, along with Gilda. I began to walk towards the boot of the car, when I remembered my pack in the backseat. I twist around, and headed back into the car. I move the seat to grab my backpack, when a long, metallic tube slid out. Curious, I opened the pack, and nearly jumped out of the car when I realize what I was holding. Within my grasp sat a 1900s era sawed-off shotgun, complete with artistic encryptions running down the barrel and handle. It looked very similar to the shotgun in the game Wolfeinstien: The Old Blood. I quickly put the gun down, and continued searching my pack. I find my grandparents sunglasses, my pack of gum, a few books about American culture and history, and some ammunition for the shotgun. I pack all the things back into the pack, except the gun. Always be prepared. I sling the pack on my left shoulder, with the shotgun on my right. Gilda, sitting on the boot, turns towards me.

"Hey dweeb, what's that on your shoulder?" She points toward the gun, at which I hold. I move my fingers slowly across the barrel, feeling the carvings beneath my fingers.

"This here is what I call my Boomstick, which fires multiple round sphere of steel at the speed of sound, at which properly used," I point the gun at her, placing my thumb on the trigger," could kill you." Gilda become to panic, at which I put the gun down. I gave her a goofy grin, at which she blew a rasp-berry at me.

"Real mature Gilda, real mature." I said, placing the gun in my pack. I began to lower the seats into a flat position for makeshift beds. I took old blankets out of the boot I keep in case. I call Gilda over, who was gazing at the distant lights of Ponyville. No surprise, we sat at the peak of a large hill, not mountain. I called her over, giving her a blanket. We headed into the car, laying down in our seats, at a respectable distance. I turned off the interiors lights, and dosed off into a deep sleep.

Morning came by as quickly as sleep had, surprising me. I stretch my arms, climbing out of my car. The brilliant sun hovered slightly about the northern mountains, giving the landscape a brilliant orange glow. You could get views like this back in Canada, but here, there was no pollution, no war, just harmony. I smiled at the sight. I walked towards Gilda, who was cooking up some breakfast, which smelled absolutely delicious. I walked up towards Gilda, giving her a thankful look, at which she nodded at.

"So",I began, looking a t the small breakfast Gilda prepared, cooked eggs with a small dash of spice, a side of green beans."What business do you have in Ponyville?" Gilda looked at me with a pained look. After a few moments of silence, she began.

"Well, I haven't seen my filly hood friend, Rainbow Dash, in a while. So I decided to visit, unknown that she had made a few new friends. When I first saw Dash with them, I felt replaced, like I was a thing of the past. I saw this, and became angry, jealous, etc. I was quite harsh, but now I realize my mistake." By now, Gilda was trying to hold in tears of guilt, but a few were falling down her cheeks. I steeped forward, and hugged her. Gilda was surprised by this. I moved my muzzle to her ear.

"Hey, everyone makes mistakes, and it is a good thing that you recognized your mistake. You can become a better person, y'know? I'm here to help you if you need help, ok?" I whispered softly in her ear, rubbing the back of her head. Gilda nodded softly, and we broke away. After a few moments to recover, Gilda mouthed a 'thank you'. I nodded towards her, and continued eating breakfast.

For a few hours, me and Gilda walked around the campsite, waving at fellow campers, who gave us stink eyes, which made me pissed. Was Equestrian racist to other races? I don't know, but I really hope I can help Gilda apologize to those who she hurt. After our little talk, Gilda looked more comfortable around me, like she knew me for a long time, an old friend. We continued to circle the campus, until we returned to the car. I began to pack things into the truck, while Gilda packed up our leftovers, and put them in the trash. When everything was set, we pulled out of our space, and headed back onto the main road, northern to Ponyville again.

I began to spot a town up ahead, Ponyville to be exact, with techno coloured ponies, horrible building designs, you get the idea. We passed by Sweet Apple Acres, passing by the large red barn house. A small bridge stretched over a small river, about a few feet deep. The Javelin crossed over the bridge with ease, having a higher ride height than the wooden carts in the area. We soon began to pass symmetrical houses, stores, stalls as we continued to the centre of the town. It was actually quite nice, it had the cute charm of a small town, just like back at home. I got a little emotional at the thought, Gilda noticed this, and patted my shoulder, giving me a small smile. Her smile would wake my day. She is improving though. From a bitch, with a short temper, to an ordinary person, easy-going. We passed by The Carousel Boutique, The Market Place, etc. The Javelin got a few strange stares. Typical. I would of expected that, no one has ever seen a automated wan, except The Flim Flam Brothers Cider Squeezer 2000 or something. I turned left towards City Hall, where I parked the car in front of the porch. Me and Gilda go to of the car, and started walking toward the doors. Surrounding ponies gave Gilda disgusted looks, a few shouting at her. Gilda tried her best to look away, but no avail, she couldn't. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, and gave her a sincere, but small smile, at which she blushed slightly. I opened the door for her.

"Your royal highness, after you" I used my best british accent I could do, bowing down toward her, sweeping my hand towards the inside. She laughed at my actions, and she went along with the flow.

"I thank thee, royal servant, for you shall be blessed with the gift of my friendship" She proceeded, giving me her best Celestia accent, which was spot on. I moved aside, letting Gilda walk in. We walked down the short hall, toward the office of the Mayor. I knocked on the door three times, before hearing a muffled 'come in'. Me and Guilda stepped inside the office, a surprise to the mayor visually. We took the two seats in front of her.

          "Why are you here in this town, Gilda? I thought you said that you wouldn't come back?" Mayor Mare stated with a small hint of anger within her voice. Gilda visibly tried to shrink, her face showing expressions of shame and guilt. I stand up and face the mayor.

          "Look, I know that Gilda has made a few mistakes here in the town, but I assure you that she has changed for the better for good. Now, I'm just looking for a house for two, by any chance do you have and in the market?" The mayor showed uneasiness, but nodded. She explained to us that there is a small but cozy hours on the northern side of town, by a small lake. We agreed on the house, having a basement is a plus. After a few forms and files, we paid around $500 for the house, which was $5.00 from my pocket. Basically, the value of a Canadian dollar to Equestrian bits were $100. We had no personal items, so we moved in right away. Thankfully, Pinkie Pie hadn't shown up to give us a welcome party, which was good, so Gilda was  safe for now. For a few weeks, I bought prices of furniture for the house, kitchen ware, all the house basics.

       After after a month of getting used to the house, I heard a knock on the door. I was reading a documentary, so I stopped, and went to the door. When I opened it, I was met with the barrel of a bright blue cannot. Dammit.