Knight of Equestria - Gabriel the Wanderer

(Entry 15)

Walking was just about the only thing he did. He had no idea where he was going, nor did he care. At night, when he stopped, he would set up the tent provided to him. He also discovered just what else had been packed for him. A large green bottle labeled 'from Applejack' was the first thing that caught his attention. He uncorked the bottle, taking note of the red ribbon tied around its neck, and took a whiff of its contents. The familiar, pungent scent of Apple Family cider greeted him.

After several weeks of self imposed restraint, one night he'd decided to drink it. All of it. He knew it was a bad idea, but the human was desperate for any way to numb the pain he felt. The following morning, after he had finished throwing up, he packed up his camp to continue onward. When he reached for the empty bottle, he found it still completely full. He had no idea how such a thing was possible but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Upon re-examining the little card that came with it, on the flipside he saw that Applejack had labeled it a 'special' bottle.

He had almost laughed at the thoughtfulness behind the gift. After the time they spent together, he was sure that Applejack didn't even like him.

The large amount of supplies he had been given could barely be contained by the bag he he was given, probably due to him throwing everything in without any care. As he wandered on, he often longed for the relief of a warm bed as opposed to the frigid camping he was subject to.

One day, his prayers seemed to have been answered in the form of a small town. As he entered, he hadn't noticed the amount of stares and odd looks he received. He eventually found what seemed like an inn. He hurried inside to check in for the night.

The pony behind the counter looked at him confused as he slammed some bits down onto the counter and asked for a room. He thanked whoever had left him a large amount of money, assuming it to be a parting gift from one of the princesses. The clerk wasn't so weirded out that he would refuse the money and gave the human the key to his room.

The bed was too small and it was nothing like sharing a bed with Twilight, but it was better than the tent. He lay there, desperate to sleep but with it constantly evading him. He was pondering where exactly he was at that moment. He had missed the name of the little hamlet he rested in. He found it strange, their were quite a few other species aside from ponies in the town. Much more diverse than the odd Donkey or Griffin back in Equestria.

Eventually, late into the night sleep finally took him. While he certainly enjoyed the slumber, he found it over too soon. He had only rented the room for a day, so he went back down to the clerk in order to elongate his stay. When he did, he noticed a crowd of upset looking townsfolk.

They had apparently had a meeting amongst themselves to decide that he wasn't welcome in the small town. Apparently, a rumor has spread from Equestria that he had attacked one of the princesses. His 'violence' wasn't welcome there.

He didn't bother arguing. He knew if he denied it, they'd see it as suspicious. If he confirmed it, they would only fear him more.

He headed out once again, no direction, no goal. He decided he'd would probably avoid most towns he came across now. More rumors had likely spread like wildfire.

It would seem that everyone everywhere detests my very existence. I am unwanted. I am alone.

(Date not written)

He would've written more, but just didn't feel like it. Writing didn't help him vent anymore, anyway.

He sat in his tent, cold and alone. At the very least, he had that one night of what felt like normalcy.