Caracas, August 6th of 2015
Parish of La Vega
P.O.V.: Samuel Guzmán

It was 6 am, Thursday. Another day of Summer School on college for the lazy Samuel. The only thing driving his mechanized body into preparing for more studying was the desire to graduate and get a job. Even if he was far behind his studies, he still wanted to graduate, he wanted to be something worthwhile on his life and contribute on the development of his community and country, a wishful thinking some may say.

As he was getting ready, he saw his room and saw how his mother, as always, was gone. She had to leave very early to work so Samuel would wake up every day (except for weekends) on a empty room. As he saw the room, he started to think on Twilight. He thought on the tense conversation he had with his mother and her worry over the possibility that both Twilight and Samuel could end up sleeping together and his response to how unlikely that was. The conversation brought him some things to think on, like how Twilight's name sounded very stupid and it would be better to change it. He thought on how he would manage to ease everything for her so she could go around the country with no problems, he had no idea on how to do that (Samuel knew that there had to be a way for that and the NEC could provide him with the answers, but that was just wishful thinking) neither on what step to take first, all he knew was that Twilight Sparkle would have to change her name and that she would have to learn Spanish (and idea he dreaded, because somebody would have to teach her and he looked like the only one capable to do it). He looked again to his room and became glad of being alone, for nobody would hear his ramblings.

After crossing the hallway that separated the rooms from the rest of the house, he looked at the Ballroom and saw Twilight Sparkle, comfortably sleeping on the bed, remembering all the things he had to do and debating on what he would have to take on first. After making sure that Twilight was still sleeping, he entered into the kitchen. As Samuel entered into the kitchen, he saw a huge man inside. This man was a living boulder, tall as a mountain (even taller than him) and with a fat that hid beneath it thick muscles capable of destroying anyone in one punch. This mountain of a man had a dark brown skin, a slight beard that covered his jaw and a very short hair while wearing simple clothes; right now, this man was making a quick breakfast for himself (two arepas filled with fried eggs mixed with cheese and tomato sauce) and making a mess of the kitchen. After making a quick look at his ears, Samuel saluted him:

"Hi Andrés" -, this salute was quickly responded on a simple way, as usual. - "Hello" -. Samuel decided to make an attempt of a conversation and elaborated a bit further, - "The girl on the Ballroom is someone I found on the streets, she fell from the skies, so I decided to take her here and figure out what could be done to help her" -. "Ok" -, he responded. Once he had his arepas done, he took them and left the kitchen. Samuel waited a few seconds and decided to move around once he heard the faint sound of a door closing back where his room should be.

Samuel looked around the kitchen and tried to see if he could find something to cook, he found nothing. Resigning to the idea of taking from his own food, he grabbed a pot and filled it with water and salt, he then put it on the fire, went to his room once again, grabbed a bag of rice, took a cup of it, and threw it on the pot. Now that the rice was being made, he went back to his room to check on his Twitter account what were the Youtubers he followed doing through his PC. Knowing that the action would take him the 15 minutes required for the rice to be made, he went back to the kitchen and turned off the fire knowing that the rice was done. He looked at the rice and saw that it was very close to burn but it would do.

Once the rice was done, he went to the fridge and saw on his side of the fridge and decided to see what he had avaiable. He had a ball filled with Chop Suey, a crystal pot filled with white beans and a small tar filled with papelón. He assessed the situation and took note of how much was left and closed the fridge. After looking at that, he went to Twilight and woke her up by slightly shaking her body.

"Twilight" -. Seeing how she was slowly waking up, he shaked her a bit more lightly and continued with a more passive voice, - "Twilight, wake up, its 7am. I have to leave and you need to know where your food is".

He kept watching how Twilight slowly raised from her bed and put away the bed sheet given to her, she saw Samuel with a look of annoyance and told him "Good Morning" on an irritated tone that Samuel didn't noticed. He gave her the good morning and kept waiting until she was ready to move out from the bed.

Once she was standing up, he took her to the kitchen and gave her a short tour:

"This is the kitchen, we have here the food" -. He pointed at the fridge. - "That's the fridge, there's some food stored there" -. He opened the right half of the fridge and as he was feeling the cold, he pointed at the middle part of the fridge, - "this is the part where I store my food, any other part is used by the rest of the members of this house and if you want to eat it then, you'll have to ask them for permission. As I said, I have just made some food for you over there" -. He pointed at the Stove so Twilight could see the small pot filled with rice. - "That's the rice, it has been just made, so it's very hot. You can use the plates over here" -, he pointed at the dishwasher, still having plates in there, - "to serve yourself the rice. And, if you want to eat the rice with something else, I have in my side of the fridge white beans and vegetables but, please, be careful with how much you use because that food must last me the whole week and there are still 4 days left before going to buy more food".

Not noticing how confused Twilight looked by this point, he took them to the ballroom and kept talking:

"Here's the ballroom, we have some books in there and you can use my pc, right besides the TV, if you want to use the internet. I'll try to help you once I come back from the University, which will be by 2pm (more or less)".

He then went to his room one last time, took a casabe tart, went to the exit the door, he opened it and said a quick farewell while putting a piece of casabe on his mouth.

As he was taking the elevator, a few ideas came to his mind. He didn't greeted her with the typical 'Good morning', he didn't knew if she was aware of what was everything he just listed to her, he forgot that she didn't knew Spanish (so the books were useless) and he didn't made sure if she understood anything he just told her.

He looked at his cellphone, it was 7:47am. He was on the line if he wanted to get on the bus to reach College, there was no time to go back, he had to leave her under those conditions and hoped that God had mercy on her while he was out.

Twilight wasn't sure how to take all that information.

What was a Fridge?, was that thing that blew cold air a fridge? How was she supposed to serve her own food?

What was a TV or a PC?

What was that thing he put on his mouth?, food?

Was he aware that she didn't knew his language so she wouldn't be able to read those books?

He said so many things on so little time that she couldn't manage to get the information from him and now she was confused. Nonetheless, she decided to try to assess the information provided and move on, so she decided to go to the kitchen and take the food made for her. She took a plate and a spoon, she went to the pot and raised the cover so she could take the rice (?) from it and then moved to the fridge (?) to grab the vegetables in there. She took a sample with the spoon and put it on the plate, she closed the pot containing the vegetables and then closed the fridge. She then went to the dining room, seated on one of the chairs and started to eat.

After combining the rice with the cold vegetables, she realized that she didn't warmed the food but, since she didn't knew how to warm the vegetables, she had to use the heat of the recently cooked rice to warm the vegetables. She took a look at them: carrots, peppers, onions, chives and a few other things she couldn't recognize but, overall, this was a very well balanced food.

The problem was that this was supposed to be her meal, not her breakfast. She left some more food for the meal, of course, but why did he offered her food that was supposed to be the breakfast? She would have to talk to him later down the line.

As Twilight was eating, she started to look around the place she was in, the diner table was a mess being filled with items that weren't supposed to be there (books, folders, papers, etc) and she would like to clean it up if this were her house. She looked in front of her and saw a window that gave the view to a mountain that had a couple of buildings on the top while the rest of the mountain had buildings of various types (from small as houses to big buildings) and she wondered what type of society she was living in right now. On each of the corners besides the window there were different types of things, one corner had a weird group of boxes that had some strange things on the front, the other corner had a big furniture that contained glasses for the most part. Behind her she could see another huge furniture that contained more glasses and some toys (?) while to her left she could see a new room that had a wide window that allowed her to see a building right in front of her. When she turned to her right (where the kitchen was located) she saw what she could only conclude to be the grandfather looking at her, Twilight didn't knew how to react to him but that wouldn't stop her from being courteous.

"Hello" -, she said humbly, - "My name is Twilight Sparkle, what is your name?"

She waited for a moment but the grandfather didn't responded. Twilight started to get nervous.

"Do you speak Equish?"

The Grandfather kept looking at her with no response whatsoever. Twilight looked at her food and realized what could have been worrying him.

"Your Grandson made me this food, do you know how I could repay him for this? I don't like to be helped and not being able to repay those who helps me".

The Grandfather looked at her for a few more seconds and then modulated his mouth. As he was speaking, Twilight felt some sort of pain for listening to the Grandfather speaking in what she could only describe as broken equish. The voice felt forced, the wording was almost miss pronounced and while she could understand him, Twilight was now wanting to speak the local language just to stop hearing her language being pulverized so much.

"I don speac Inglish, Samuel spiks Inglish hir" -. He kept looking at her. - "My name is Joaquín!"

Twilight waited until he was done and then responded.

"Good morning sir, I'm Twilight Sparkle. Now, I'll wash the plate as soon as I finish eating, I promise".

He looked at her for a while and then left the kitchen (Twilight never took away her eyes from him) and went to the huge box on the Ballroom, put himself in front of it and pressed something. After pressing it, Twilight started to hear sounds and images coming from the huge box, she then remembered that box last night when she was on the bed. She was mesmerized by the box and wanted to know more about it, but she wasn't sure if talking to Joaquín was a good idea to begin with, she would have to wait until Guzmán came back and then ask.

Once Twilight finished her food, she went to the kitchen and started to clean the plate through the dishwasher (that curiously looked just like the ones in Equestria) and then put the plate with the rest of them. As Twilight went out of the kitchen, she failed to notice the little bugs coming out of the place where the clean plates were supposed to be.

Twilight went to the ballroom and moved right to the Library and decided to see the books. As she feared, they were all in a foreign language, so she couldn't read them or, at least, she thought so until she saw on the bottom right a couple of books that 'Dictionary: English to Spanish'.

This made Twilight's day, she would be able to read the books now, albeit at a slow pace. Now it was a matter of choosing the book to read. This was a hard thing to do, so many books to pick up and she wasn't even sure which one to pick because she couldn't read the titles.

She could use the Dictionary to translate the titles, but she didn't wanted to spend her whole day translating titles just to pick a book to read. This, ironically, saved her from finding two books titled "The World Wars" for the moment but she did found a book that took her interest. She didn't understood the title, but she did recognized one word in it: Venezuela.

She remembered that Samuel mentioned last night that she was in a country named Venezuela, so this book was somehow related to the country she was living into. She picked it up and went to the table (not realizing that Joaquín was looking at her back the whole time) to translate the title. A few minutes later, she translated the title of the book, a title that was now taking even more her attention:

Tierra Venezolana/Venezuelan Land

A book that talked about the land she was temporary living into, now this would be a good pick for herself. She took a bit more analysis to the books cover, she noticed a yellow circle that could only mean that this book was very important and she managed to find a name that could only be the author of this book: Arturo Uslar Pietri.

The more Twilight realized that she was going to read into another country, in another universe, the more excited she got. She was going to enjoy this, albeit slow, read.

Parish of La Vega, 5pm

Samuel was finally coming back to his house, he sadly miscalculated the clock and he had to take the bus at 2:45 pm and that costed him getting late to his house. Not including the lack of lunch and the journey, this was a taxing day and he worried all the day about Twilight and the hopes that nothing wrong had happened while he was away. As he was getting to the Pent House, he was wondering how he was going to teach her Spanish, he never liked teaching his own mother english, how he was going to teach to a foreign girl his own language?

The doors of the elevator opened and he left it not being sure of how to respond those questions, still, that didn't meant he couldn't avoid those questions forever. He looked at the doors that would open his house and went to face his challenge, he put the keys were they belonged and prepared for the worst.

As the doors opened, he entered questioning what to do and how Twilight had her day. He went to the kitchen and saw a part of the food he cooked her was eaten, he supposed that the she would eat the rest of it later. A quick reflection on what to eat later and he went to the ballroom and found his grandfather, they shared a cold stare and then took their own ways. As Samuel was going to the Kitchen, in the hopes of finding Twilight, he heard his grandfather breaking the ice.

"That girl" -. said his grandfather. Samuel looked at him again and listened. - "She likes to read a lot, but I didn't said she could pick those books".

Samuel nodded and then went to the diner room, now thinking how to move without slipping. He found Twilight reading two books, curiously, and now he had to proceed the way he didn't on the morning.

"Hello Twilight, good afternoon. I hope you had a good day today, tell me, how was your day?"

Twilight Sparkle turned around and looked at him with a huge smile, she opened her mouth and started to shoot him with a barrage of questions that Samuel wasn't prepared for, he would try to survive and answer her questions the best he could but he would have still preferred for her to speak slower:

"Hi! Tell me, what do you know about this book?, who's his author (Pietri)? What can you tell me about your country? Why does he talks as if this country is now in shambles? What kind of system do you have to count the years? How old is this world? What can you tell me about yourself? Where-"

Samuel was trying really hard to gather all the questions she made while not shutting her up, meanwhile, Joaquín was looking at the TV seeing the sports channel. Joaquín may never smile, but that didn't stopped him from smiling on the inside.

Author's Note

Hello Everyone, I know it has been a while but I really had to work on my other stories and this isn't on the biggest priority.

Thank you all for your patience, I hope you liked this chapter, I'll be trying to make more on the course of time to keep this story updated.

Now, for my next project, I'll try my first One-Shot.

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