The Jostled Flyer

Another day, another cycle of research up at Las Pegasus. That's how I've gotten by. And it's been like that everyday. Try to find out about something new. Take some notes and grab a few bites to eat. Then I'd sleep for a good eight hours. It was like nothing would deviate. Sure there's the occasional day off just for fun. But it wasn't that often.

It's always been hot, even in the winter. But especially this summer it was unbearably hot. The other night, I almost collapsed of exhaustion. Thank Space Paradise above that yesterday was that little day just for fun. I couldn't take anymore of this heat.

Today, I grabbed my luggage over to FIllywood Junction to ride as far north in Equestria as possible. My target destination was Manehatten. It was to get away from the heat. Upon my research the other day, there was a town disappearing across the seas population wise. My guess is that they migrated all to another country. Perhaps, Saddle Arabia?

Anyways, on day one, I've made it to Great Macintosh Valley already. Over there right now are the Wonderbolts searching for fossils to see if a legend is true. I'm not sure what legend it is because of two fold. One, there are so many legends I've heard about that I lost count of all of them after an octillion of them. Two, ponies use it as an explanation to why we use the term foot or feet as a measurement. By all means, defend it because I certainly don't buy it. Ponies also say it used to be called just Great Valley before the founding of Equestria.

I decided to travel the rest of the way to Manehatten by hoof.

Day two. I slept at a hotel in Appleoosa. It was not only close to the Great Macintosh Valley, but it was directly in between that and Manehatten. Perfect! As I walked through northwestern edge of the Hayseed Swamp, I saw a vague figure. It seemed to be going slow. It looked like a normal pegasus. Or so I thought. I looked harder and saw that there wasn't the standard seven outward feathers. Instead, there were eleven on each wing. It even looked like she was speeding along at a very fast pace from the pointing of the front hooves.

The sun blazing down got my wings to spread open to cool off. I was enjoying the near complete silence with the only sound being my hooves quietly clip clopping on the saturated and soft soil. I could barely hear it. But I could still notice. Not a single other sound was taking place. That is until I heard a bit of what I thought was a rumble. I wanted to jump into the air but I told myself not to. Perhaps I was just hungry. It has to have been a while since I ate breakfast back at six in the morning. I don't know what time it is now. One? Two in the afternoon?

That was what I thought until I started feeling something as if it were from a rave party. Gosh I hate those. But there wasn't much noise going on. I almost leaped into the air but I once again resisted. I thought I was having low blood sugar so I started galloping for the nearest city. Dodge junction. It's a close city and it's good place to eat.

As I was galloping however, that rumbling sound took out nearly all the clopping sounds my hooves made when I was galloping, causing me to fall over. Now it felt like thousands of ponies were racing each other, dodging me. What I saw instead was nopony whatsoever. My instincts gave me a chance to jump but I was too confident something like this would never happen. I have no idea what the dinosaurs called it before they were extinct from slow evolution, but this does feel so familiar. I tried to get up. But what remained of my balance simply vanished from how violent this feels and me falling over during this.

The final thing I remembered was resting on the ground that felt like it was being raced on by thousands of ponies.