Maniacal Murderers

What am I going to do?! Well, I could try and trip one of the ponies up; maybe knocking over the stand. But I don't want my friends to become bruised like me... and as much as I want to save them, I'm not sure I'm ready to die by being crushed underhoof to do it.

I might have to resign myself to the possibility that I wont be able to save everyone; perhaps I should come to terms with that possibility. W-wait, what's that?!

Before I could so much as chain my next thought together: it happened; the Blue Comet came down from the sky and smote them. Why? I cannot say... All I can say it that it was if hundreds of voices cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced... it was an unspeakable horror to witness; such a fickle thing life is, the mistress of fate takes no quarter. At that point there was no need for me to continue seek out a way in which to save them, for obvious reasons. I left that dreadful square to the sound of the Orange Horror chastising the Blue Death with a passion; swearing that she would 'make her pay' for 'damaging her property', her lack of thought of equality was sickening...

A small amount of time later, on the train to Canterlot.

Somehow I managed to get on the train; if I were to tell you how, I would have to kill you. No matter however, as if you were to ask I would be most surprised: after all, no one noticed my arrival.

The the train chugged along the track at a lethargic yet steady pace; the view from the windows were most stunning indeed. For one, the orchard was much larger than I first thought, and it covered an area that at least out-sized the town two-fold. Hills were cut to accommodate the track between them; forests were torn to not approach the moving locomotive: the brutal ease in which they change their scenery is both amazing, in a positive and negative light.

I felt that the train my slowing it's pace, so I rolled myself off a seat into the bag of a currently slumbering pony. He will take me pass the gates; then I'll be able to make my way to the school where Apple Bloom is currently studying.

Or at least, that was the plan... Canterlot was a much bigger place than I was expecting at the time. While I made it to account for my tale (otherwise this would be quite unlikely; it's not like this is made-up! HAH!), it took a little more effort than I was expecting. Because, as it turned out, the pony whose bag I had willingly fell into, was an apple pie maker...