Little Penny Pie was born with a gift. His mother’s abilities to predict the future were passed down to him only somehow they got tweaked a bit. He calls it his vibes. While his mother’s sense are external twitches and twinges, his vibes are internal pains that lead to sudden realization.
This power is so overwhelming for him that it leaks into his dreams and causes them to be of blurred future events. Sometimes the dreams are for good things and he can sleep soundly. Then there are the times when he dreams of bad events and is forced awake.
Many think that his being a pegasus who inherited this ability caused it to change. His mother has brought him to many doctors to find a way to suppress it, but it never ended well.
The only good outcome of the research done based on his abilities was sleeping medication that allows him to sleep through his worst dreams. Even so, he wakes up feeling much worse than if he woke up from them earlier so he rarely takes them.
It had been a long night for both members of the Pie family. Penny had a bad dream and his mother was keeping herself busy to keep her mind off of what worried both of them. The school year is starting and Penny will begin his education starting in the morning.
There was a knock on his door. He hit his head on the wall behind him as it jolted upward from shock. The sound startled him as he had been sitting there quietly for some time. He was scared of what was to come in the morning.
Looking out the window he could see the sun had already risen and soon he would have to leave for his first day of school. The door opened and his mother came in with a smile on her face.
“I made you something special for lunch!” She said happily before noticing the look on his face. “I know you were up last night.” He looked down. “I was too.”
He looked up inquisitively.
“I knew you were nervous so I made sure to put together an amazing lunch for you.” She answered. That didn’t change his mood. “You know Penny, whatever happens, happens and there’s no stopping it.”
“So what’s the point?” The colt asked. His mother was usually good at pep talks. She is always so optimistic, but what she just said confused him.
“The point is that no matter what happens you should always be able to handle it with a positive attitude and be able to laugh all of your fears and worries away.” His mother proclaimed. She went over to him and nuzzled him. “Now get into your uniform. I spent way too much money getting it custom made for you not to wear it.”
She left the room and a smile came upon Penny’s face.
“Maybe today won’t be that bad.” He says to himself.
He gets into his uniform, grabs his school bag, and goes into the kitchen where his mother is cooking breakfast. The smell of pancakes filled the room.
“Emmy will be here soon so eat up while you can.” She says. Emerald “Emmy” Crystal is Penny’s foalsitter who lives in the penthouse of their building. She is extremely rich, but chooses to make her own money by caring for the foals of those who live in the same building as her.
Looking at the table, Penny sees a plate of pancakes and his lunch bag next to it. His mother was the best when it came to baking and frying. Some of the neighbors despise her due to her diet and the fact she never seems to gain too much weight from it. Penny takes after her in the most part, but he is a slow eater so he tends not to eat in the quantities his mother does.
As the young pegasus ate his breakfast, thoughts of the dreams he had flooded his mind. They were of a filly crying and then himself being beaten. He lost his appetite. Why he had to have the excitement of going to school ruined by such visions was beyond him.
“Mommy, what was school like for you?” Penny asks. He hopes for some kind of story that will make him laugh and forget about what he had seen.
“Very different from what school will be like for you.” She answers. She looked over at her son and sighed. His hopes for a happy tale were diminished to hope for her story not being as bad as what he knows will come. “There aren’t any schools near where I grew up so my mother had to teach me what she could from whatever books we could get from traveling merchants. Even then she wouldn’t let me read a lot of them.” She chuckles, but it wasn’t because she thought something was funny, she was hiding something. “I never really knew most of what I know now until I left home.” There was a knock on the door. “Oh that must be Emmy!“ She turns off the stove and her smile became sincere again.
As she went to open the door Penny finished off his breakfast as best he could. He didn’t want to go to school without a good breakfast. His mother taught him a song about eating well. She seems to have a song for almost any occasion or purpose.
Penny’s mind drifted towards something he wasn’t sure of. “Why is Emmy walking me to school anyway?”
“So I have time to do more housework in the morning.” She opens the door and smiled at the lime colored filly waiting there. “Good morning Emmy!”
Emmy is quite pretty for her age. She isn’t quite grown up, but she has the look of a responsible adult. Her deep green eyes seem to sparkle like the gem she is named for and her coat is mottled with white by her hooves.
Along with her mature style, she stands out as an individual in high society. Most ponies in this district of Manehattan have such dull coloring to them.
“Good morning Ms. Pie.” She replies as she looks over to see if Penny was ready. He was putting his lunch into school bag.
He didn’t want to open it until lunch. His mother said that she made something special which means she put together a surprise for him and he knew how important it is to keep a surprise meaningful.
Like Emmy, Penny easily stands out in a crowd due to how he looks. Then there are his mannerisms. He hums a lot, sometimes without even realizing it, when there is very little or too much noise around him. He also tends to prance around in a way that seems like he is almost bouncing off the ground.
As for his appearance, to put it simply, he looks kind of feminine. His mother hopes that once he hits puberty he will get bulkier to even him out.
His rosey pink coloring lightens on the end of his feathers which is an uncommon trait usually seen with ponies from Las Pegasus. His murky lavender mane and tail are always messy, but they don’t quite have curls to them like his mother’s. The hair on his tail is also very thick and long like a filly’s, but he doesn’t like getting it cut.
So as he gallops towards the door with a certain spring to his step, Emmy giggles to herself.
“What’s so funny?” Penny asks. He is extremely unaware of the fact he trots the way he does. His mother used to bounce around much like he does now, but stopped for some reason once her business began to pick up.
Emmy smiled and took the composure of an upper class lady. “Oh nothing, now come on, I don’t want to be late.” Ms. Pie nuzzled her son before he left with his foalsitter.
After closing the door and turning to the small bookshelf she kept her photo albums on Ms. Pie looked at the unopened letter on it. It was from the office of a doctor in Baltimare. A hospital from there had sent a letter about a month earlier signed by the same doctor.
It was claiming they were going over some research papers written about her son and wanted to do a scan of his magical presence. This doctor believed that Penny’s vibes were the result of a genetic disorder that normally shouldn’t be a problem if not for him being born a pegasus.
Not wanting to put her son through any more tests and doctors calling his power a disorder, Ms. Pie hid the first letter in her office. Just this one seemed more like a personal letter, not some official statement.
Even so, she hesitated opening it. Penny didn’t need to have his vibes labelled as something bad especially if he’s starting school.
“Maybe I should eat breakfast first.” Delaying the inevitable, she went back into the kitchen.
