New Equestria

Marshmallow Creme was a nice little bunny. She went to a normal school, had normal Narnian parents, and a normal big brother. She couldn't recall anyone having ever wanted to hurt her, or having considered themself her enemy.

Which is why officer Trots couldn't understand why someone would murder her entire family, save for the now sobbing child in her embrace. The little one was crying her poor eyes out, shaking in horror. Trots sighed as she carried her to the police car. Marshmallow Creme had been the one who found her family's corpses strung up across the house like a christmas scene from hell. Entrails and blood were strewn about the house behind closed doors, the forensics team trying not to vomit at the horrific sight. In the back of the car, little Marshmallow Creme sniffled, curled up in a corner as they took her to the station for further questioning.

As Marshmallow Creme left the station, she looked up at the sky, with its billions of stars and bright moon. She thought about how her life would be drastically different now, and wondered where she would go. After all, she wasn't nearly old enough to live on the streets by herself. She looked up to the gunmetal grey mare beside her, her short, bright red mane swaying gently in the night breeze like the grass from the front yard of Marshmallow's old home.

"Ms. Trots?"

Officer Trots looked down at the little bunny, surprised that she had said anything at all.

"Yes, dear?"

"What's going to happen to me? I don't know how to cook or drive or anything... How am I going to take care of myself?" she asked, her eyes beginning to water. Officer Trots put a comforting hoof around the bunny's shoulder.

"Don't worry, love, we're going to take you to the very best orphanage in Equestria." Marshmallow furrowed her brow in confusion.

"Where's that?" she asked.

"Floral Melody's Home for Disadvantaged Youths. It's a state-of-the-art institution that educates and houses orphans for free. There's incredible diversity there. They have everyone from ponies to refugees from the war in the Minecraft realm. There might even be some more Narnians, like you!" Trots replied, smiling as she rattled off the various details of the school. Marshmallow wondered to herself what it would be like to live at a school.

"How do you know so much about it?" Marshmallow Creme asked, feeling a little embarrassed that she had to ask so many questions. Officer Trots smiled as she lifted the little bunny into the car.

"Because I used to live there."

Marshmallow Creme peeked out the window as the police car pulled up to her new home. Her ears drooped as she saw nothing but a scrappy looking wooden shack in a bad part of town. She didn't see how this could be the happy, wonderful place officer Trots said it was. She got out of the car with the police mare and walked up to the door. Officer Trots smiled as she opened the door, watching the little bunny's eyes widen in surprise as she saw the inside.

And there was plenty to be surprised about.

Instead of a dusty, rundown interior, she saw a huge room, much too big to have fit into the tiny shack. It had polished marble floors, a crystal chandelier, big desks made of lacquered dark oak wood, and paintings of important looking ponies. Trots walked up to one of the desks, where a Creeper in a maroon sweater vest sat, typing on a computer. The young police mare smiled as she placed a hoof on the counter t get her attention. The creeper looked up, smiling when she saw the mare's face.

"Hey! Haven't seen you in a while!" the Creeper said, bumping Trot's hoof with her... Appendage?

"It's nice to see you too, Hssartha!" Trots said, smiling back. Marshmallow Creme stood behind Officer Trots, peeking out shyly at the Creeper. Trots looked back at the tiny bunny, patting her head with her hoof gently.

"Aw, it's ok, little one. She's very nice." Trots said, scooting her forward gently as Hssartha looked from her to Trots. Trot's smile faded as she looked back to her friend.

"I've got a new resident for you... She'll definitely need some attention from your psychiatric ward, she's been trough a lot." Trots said, her ears drooping as she thought back to that morning. Hssartha typed on her computer again, opening a drawer in her desk as she opened several tabs on her computer.

"That's perfectly fine, most of our new residents need to go there anyway, so she won't be singled out by the other students. Do you have her birth certificate?" she asked. Trots reached into her saddlebags to grab Marshmallow's important documents as the little bunny settled into a seat, ready to wait here for a good, long time.

Two hours later, Trots had finally finished with all of Marshmallow's legal red tape to move her in to her new home. She turned to the little bunny, smiling as she gave her a parting hug.

"Well, it's time for me to go, but you know where to find me if you ever need anything." she said, a tear running down her face, but quickly wiped away. Marshmallow smiled, hugging her back with her one arm as best she could.

"Don't worry, I know how to call you on the phone." she said, giggling as Trots booped her nose. As Trots opened the door to the outside, she glanced back over her shoulder, reminiscing over when she used to live in these majestic halls. Marshmallow got up from her seat as Hssartha lead her up the stairs in the back of the room. She looked up at Hssartha, wondering how she managed to get up the stairs with her little bent legs.

"How does everything fit in here?" she asked, slightly startling Hssartha.

"It's a pocket dimension. You enter it by coming through the front door. The founder of the school had a powerful alicorn named Gold Soul create it within the shack you saw outside, so they could buy the building outright without having to pay ridiculous amounts of money, and still being able to make the place wonderful for orphans to live in." Hssartha replied. Marshmallow Creme's eyes widened with amazement.

"Wow! That must have been really hard." she said. Hssartha chuckled as she walked down a hallway with her little charge.

"Yes, even he had a hard time creating such a large and detailed dimension." Marshmallow Creme wondered how on earth he could have done it.

"How big is this dimension, anyway?" she asked.

"No one is quite sure. The building itself is enormous, though. We have teleporters in each dorm so that everyone can get to their classes. There's also a portable version on your new bed, so you can get back to your room. We've had state-of-the-art Endish technology installed into many of the features in each room, so you might run into a few surprises." Hssartha said. Marshmallow Creme wondered what Endish tchnology was, and how it worked, but was interupted as they stopped at a door with the number "949" on it. Hssartha looked down at Marshmallow wth a smile.

"Well, here's your new room. i hope you like it!" she said, giving Marshmallow the room key as she began to walk back to her desk. "Let me know if you need anything!"

"Ok!" Marshmallow said, unlocking the door and walking in. She looked around, taking in the sight of her new room. It had a huge, fluffy bed with a canopy, a window with the moon shining in through it, a closet, a strange looking chest with a green cat's eye on it, a dresser, and a nightstand. The walls were cream colored, and the carpet was a soft pink. Marshmallow walked to the camera in the corner of her room, putting a magnet on it to turn it off, since she hated being on camera. Then, she walked to her nightstand and opened the drawer, placing inside something she had kept in her pocket from her home, something she could never leave behind, something that made her feel safe.

Her mother's largest carving knife.