"I don't wanna go!" yelled a teenage colt to his mother.
"Now Swift, you know that it's for your own good." Swift's mother said to him as she laid a hoof on his shoulder.
"Yeah right! It's only because I don't have a cutiemark!" Swift was walking up the stairs with his saddlepack.
"Yes and no, Swift." His mother said with her hooves crossed.
"Huh?" Swift turned around, looking confused.
"It's because of the bullying and your cutiemark." His mother explained.
"Okay, fine I will go to Manechester City but only for a year!" Swift said a bit louder.
"That's my little colt." She hugged Swift as he tried to get away.
"Mom! Stop it!" Swift struggled to get away.
"No! You're not going anywhere until you hug back!" Swift's mother hugged him harder.
"Mrrh..." Swift groaned and hugged her.
Swift's mother let go of him and he went upstairs to his room to pack his things.
Swift Hoof is an ordinary 17 year old unicorn, he is healthy and doesn't care that much about his life. He lives in the outskirts of his hometown with his mother. His father left him when he was twelve, he never gave a reason for it.
Swift has medium long brown mane with a gray-blue stripe going through is and light green eyes, they had been dark green but during his middle school years they slowly shifted to light green. His coat was azure blue and he didn't have a cutiemark.
Swift was the laughingstock at his school, everyone called him crazy, weird and gay. No one liked him.
The head bully Windmill and his three companions Forge, Edin and Rubes were always looking for a chance to embarrass him.
They would trip him in the corridor, take his bag and his drawings, push him in to the walls, lock him in the supply rooms and punch him.
Swift would always he walk at the side of the corridor, go into the toilet to hide and at sometimes he would go to the shed, which was at the school stadium. Swift lived in the worst time of his life. Well not for long...
Swift was standing at the train station with his mother, she was crying like he had died. The train was boarding and the conductor blew his whistle.
"ALL ABOARD!" He was waving his hoof to signal everypony on the station. Swift nudged his mother to make her release him.
"Mom! Let go! I have to get on the train!" Swift's mother let him go and wiped her tears.
"Okay. Take care Swift! Don't get into trouble!" Swift got on the train and waved at her while the train started moving.
"I won't! Bye mom!" He shed a manly tear. It rolled down his face and hit the concrete on the station. The train became faster and as soon it turned the corner, he went inside.
The train was nicely decorated. The corridor was shining like a royal bathroom and the walls were crimson red with a white ceiling. Swift checked his ticket and went to search for Booth 61. He had his saddlepack with his personal stuff and a suitcase with clothes in it. He looked at the booth numbers that he passed. '42...51...60... Ah, 62!' Swift stopped at the booth and opened it. The booth was decorated with bright blue seats, green walls and yellow curtains. 'Aah...too many fucking colors!' He opened his eyes to see that the booth was empty but there was a cellocase under the seats on the right. 'Okay, someone's already here.' Swift lifted his suitcase with his magic up to the shelf. He plopped down on the left seats and put his saddlepack next to him. Swift took out his favorite book, "The Art of Magic, written by Clover the Clever" and started to read.
"Chapter 17 - The Art of Conjuration"
Conjuration is the art of summoning spirits and magical beings.
The conjurer must first master the basics of conjuration by summoning a small light that hovers above the conjurer.
The spell becomes stronger depending of the way that the summoner conjured the spririt.
The art of mastering conjuration is in the nexus of the conjurers magic and...
An hour passed until Swift realised that the food cart came by his booth. A young colt was holding the cart while opening the sliding door.
"Anything for you?" He asked with his Canterlot accent.
"No, I'm not hungry but I could take a apple sider." Swift reached into his saddlepack and took out a few bits.
"Here, that'll be 10 bits." Swift looked at him. Are u serious? '
"10 bits!?! That's outrageous! 10 fucking bits! For a sider!?" Swift shouted at him. The cart colt looked like he was going to faint.
"Could you be a bit more quiet over there? You're shouting really loud!" A mare's voice called out at Swift. He turned his head to the right. A gray mare with a coal black mane was holding a cello while trying to walk through the corridor. She had a heavy english accent.
"Right, I'm sorry. It's just the prices on the drinks here that are ridiculosly high!" Swift explained to the gray mare.
"I know but could you help me a bit? My cello is really heavy and... AAAHH!" She was fumbling with it and tripped. Swift reacted fast and caught her and the cello with his magic.
"Ha! Gotcha'" Swift's magical aura lifted her towards the cart and put her down. She caught the cello from falling and looked at him.
"Thank you! Umm... Mr..."
"Swift, Swift Hoof." He held out a hoof for a hoofshake. She shook it back.
"Miss Octavia of Cantelot." She had a pink bowtie around her neck and her cutiemark was a pink clef.
"So, where are you going to?" Swift asked her.
"I have a lot of concerts around Equestria and my next stop is Ponyville, then it's Fillydelphia, Manehattan and Manechester City. What about you?" She finished by swiping her long mane to the left with the help of her hoof.
"I'm moving to Manechester for a year because of the bullying that I've delt with and also because I'm a blankflank." He looked down in shame.
"That's good! I'm used to say that the meaning of life is to find the one thing that is meant for you." She said it with passion.
"Yeah... Um what's you booth number?" Swift scratched the back of his head.
"Eeh... number 62." She looked at her ticket.
"Hey! That's mine too!" He got excited over the thought of spending the time he had left with Octavia.
"That's nice! I thought I was alone in my booth." She slided the door open and leaned her cello on the wall.
Swift and Octavia talked about their younger years. Octavia first dicovered her talent at the age of 11 when she played a cello solo at her school. Swift didn't have many talent except that he could draw really good and he was in magic ahead of his age group but still no cutiemark in art or magic. Octavia said that he should experiment a bit more with his talents because before she played cello, she had played violin and piano but it just wasn't right. But they kept talking about how Swift could discover hus true talent.
"I am just saying that you could try drawing magic or use magic to draw." Octavia suggested.
"Hmm... good point there! I should give it a shot!" Swift answered. Then the train stopped and then on the loudspeakers came the captain's voice.
"Dear fillies and gentlecolts. Here's is your captain speaking.
The train has stopped because of a faulty engine. The nearest station is Ponyville and it's 500 meters further down the tracks. The engine is broken and can't be repaired. I'm sorry to say that if you don't want to take the local trains to your destination than you're stuck in Ponyville for a few weeks." Swift looked like he had taken a hoof to the stomach.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
