Saturn & Sparky

7:00 a.m.

It was morning. The alarm clock I had set went off, so I woke up to turn it off. When I woke up, I didn't see Sparky beside me. Nothing but the bed marking he made.

"That's strange," I wondered. "Usually, he wakes up after me."

I took my shower, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. Just after so, I heard the door unlock. It was Sparky, who apparently bought some breakfast from downstairs.

"Wakey-wakey!" he said. Was that really necessary, though? "I bought you some breakfast!"

He was feeling a bit different today. Like the second we left Manehattan, he started taking care of himself. And I like it.

I came out of the bathroom, seeing Sparky sitting on the bed. "Where have you been?"

"Breakfast lounge downstairs," he answered. "I also got you an egg sandwich, just as you like it."

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem," he replied as he placed the key on the desk.

I was wondering what time he woke up, so I asked him, "What time did you wake up?"

"6:30.," he answered. 6:30?! Jeez, that was way too early.

"What did you do during that time?" I asked, since he usually wakes up at 7:15 or so.

"I took a walk around Ponyville, 'cuz I had to stretch my legs. And I ordered some breakfast for us to enjoy." Sparky smiled.

It was great seeing that this was the new Sparky. "I'm starting to like this new you," I complimented.

"Thanks. Thought that since we're moving to a new place, I had to improve myself," he said as he took out my sandwich and handed it to me.

This egg sandwich tasted a bit like the homemade ones we used to have. But I didn't mind.

"You think the realtor managed to get our house fixed?" I asked.

"I don't know," Sparky replied. "Oh, and another thing, his name is Mr. Porter."

"Mr. Porter?" I questioned.

"Yep." Sparky took out some papers from his bag. The papers were some posters about him. "Apparently, he's a very skilled realtor."

"Huh." Why didn't he tell us before we got to our house?

While we kept talking, a letter came through our mail slot in the door.

"What's that?" I wondered as I walked over to the letter. I opened it, and this was what it read:

Dear Mr. Whites.

This is the Equestrian Department of Housing. We would like to apologize about our inconveniences about your bad experience with your new house in Ponyville. It is unknown as to why this happened, but please comply within 24 hours. Mr. Porter will be checking in with you at your house at 8:00 this morning. Thank you and have a great day.

Yours truly,
River Parks
Head of Equestria Department of Housing

Both Sparky and I looked at each other and we cheered, since they (finally) did something about it.

"Thank Celestia for that!" I cheered.

"So when are we leaving?" Sparky asked.

"I believe probably in 30 minutes," I answered. I looked at the time in the clock and it was 7:10. We were ahead of schedule, probably. "30 minutes," I said to myself. "30 minutes."

We've finished prepping ourselves to meet with Mr. Porter after 30 minutes. Just as we were about to head out the front door, the front clerk called us. "Hey! You two!"

So we went over to him. "What's up?" I asked.

"Did you get the letter we sent you?" he said.

"Yes, we did," I answered.

"Great," he exclaimed.

Sparky was confused on why he called us just to ask us that. "Why'd you call us for that?"

"Just need to make sure." He left the front desk.

"Weird," I said, as Sparky and I both left the front lobby and outside into Ponyville.

Ponyville was once again quiet. There were a few ponies, one of them being that Trail Blazer again.

"Oh my god, you've gotta be kidding me," I said. "It's him again!"

"What? Oh no," Sparky cried.

Trail Blazer didn't spot us, since he was talking to some pony else near one of the houses, which was a relief, since had he seen us, we'd be doomed for sure. Especially since there's nothing that I could use to block him with.

7:55 a.m.

Mr. Porter, the realtor, was waiting for us. He finally spotted us walking down the trail. We were five minutes early.

"Ah, morning, you two," he said. "Five minutes early."

I stopped. "Top of the morning to you too, sir."

"Anyways, we've finished the house for your convenience," he continued. "You want a proper tour of it now?"

"Yes, please!" Sparky answered.

"Just what I'd like to hear from you." He entered the front door of the house, and we all went inside.

The house was finally finished. All the walls were dry and the floor boards were fixed, and there was already some furniture placed in their respective spots. Now this is a better home to live in.

Mr. Porter took a deep breath. "Well, kids, your new house."

Sparky and I were astounded.

"This is so much better than our previous visit," Sparky said.

"Agreed," I replied.

"Perfect," Mr. Porter said. "Anyways, I'll show you the upstairs." He took both of us to the second floor and showed us our room. It wasn't two separate rooms, but it had enough space for us two to fit in. Our separate beds were there, at least.

Sparky was surprised. "This is like the hotel room!"

I knocked his right leg. "Dude, don't complain!"

"I'm not," he said. It sounded like he did.

"Well, this is where the tour ends," Mr. Porter announced.

"Wait, that's it?" I asked. "That was only for like two minutes!"

"Sorry, guys, but some customers need me in Baltimare. If you need anything, you can send me a letter. See you later, guys!" And he left in a hurry.

Sparky and I looked at each other in confusion, since he never even told us he'd be leaving in such notice.

"With that out of the way, should we check out?" Sparky asked me.

"Yeah," I said. So we ran to the hotel to get our stuff and check out, when we ran into some pony that I shouldn't bother naming here for now.

"Well, where are you two headed?" he said.

"To the hotel," Sparky answered.

"Why? Are you two homeless?"

Those words echoed in my mind.

"No," I said sternly. "But I'll have you know that unlike you, we've had to go through a lot yesterday. We even had to leave our own parents behind so that we could live our life abroad. You don't know how that would feel if it were to, gee, I don't know, happen to you!"

He stared at us for a few seconds. Then, he laughed. "Wow, you two really are pathetic, useless unicorns that should've just quit all those years ago! Hit it, stallions!" He clapped his hooves two times, then out of nowhere, three other stallions approached us from every direction. We didn't know what to do. Our legs began shaking as they all moved towards us very slowly.

"You two have had the chance to give up and this wouldn't happen, but you happen to have wasted it," he broodily told us.

Sparky was more afraid than I was. "Come on, Saturn! Hurry!" he whispered.

I didn't know what to do. There was nothing I could do. But then, a last resort idea popped into me: teleportation.

"Sparks, hang on to me," I whispered.

"Why?" he worriedly asked.

"Trust me on this."

He gulped. "Okay."

He held onto my body and I began to emit magic from my horn. Then, just in the nick of time, I casted my teleportation spell to our hotel. I bet they were so shocked at what they just witnessed.

"Oh my god!" Sparky said in relief. "That was close!"

"We did it!" I yelled.

But everyone told us to shush because I was too loud. "Sorry," I said, as we ran to our room to get our stuff.

8:10 a.m.

"I cannot believe what I just witnessed," Sparky said as he packed his books. "We were almost cooked right there!"

"Me too, Sparks," I replied to him.

That gosh darn bully took it way too far this time. He's done this two times this week, and he's almost at the third strike! The next time we see him, I'm gonna confront him myself. If I can, that is.

"By the way," I was going to say to Sparky, "you do know that I've had that teleportation spell rooted to my brain for months, right?"

"Yeah?" he said. "Why?"

"I wasn't sure when was the right time to use it. But when we had that you-know-what, I knew I had to use my teleportation to good use, so I focused and got ourselves out from the mess."

"That's what I like about you, little brother. You know what to do at the right time." He put his leg on my mane and rubbed it.

We were done packing. I already gave my key to the clerk, and I used my teleportation spell so that we don't run into you-know-who again. We teleported to the house exterior. It still looked magnificent.

"Ready to move our stuff here this time?" Sparky said confidently.

"Ready when you are," I replied, also confidently.

I opened the door and placed our bags down. It looked two times better on the inside, because there's no wet paint or loose floorboards, unlike our first visit. Sparky sat on the couch.

"Oh, how I have missed the comfy cushions of a couch!" he said. But that wasn't true. He sat on some couches in the hotel, but I knew what he meant: a house couch.

Some of the pictures here were water paint, a type of art Sparky liked, but I wasn't a fan of. It doesn't mean I hate it, but I just don't like it. I glanced at more of the textures inside. They resembled more like Western-style farmhouses, just like our cousin Ritter Bitter owns.

"Have you ever noticed that our living room here looks a little bit like Ritter's living room?" I asked Sparky.

He didn't notice a thing. "I don't get you."

"Nevermind," I sighed.

8:30 a.m.

While we decided to go out for a walk to breathe some fresh air, we saw Pinkie Pie again. God, how does she keep finding us? Anyways, we chatted.

"So, how was your first day in Ponyville?" she asked.

"Not bad, to say the least," Sparky told her.

"It's nice having new visitors every now and then." Pinkie had a huge party cannon out of nowhere.

I saw the cannon. "What is that?"

Pinkie grinned. "It's my party cannon!"

"And why exactly do you have that?"

"So that whenever there's a party, I could use it! Speaking of a party, have you still decided?"

We weren't exactly sure of a party. We did think of it as a good idea, but not right now. "Not yet," I told her.

"Oh well, once again, if you change your mind—"

"Okay, we get it!" I yelled.

"Gee, for new visitors, you seem to be the bitter one. Ciao!" She left in a rush. We were surprised.

"Are you okay, brother?" Sparky asked me.

"Yes," I answered. "It's just that she's getting a little bit on my nerves."

"I think she's just being nice," he said. "Besides, you said yesterday she might be caring for you."

"Whatever," I scoffed, as we kept on going.

10:30 a.m.

As we kept walking down the road, we met what seemed to be the Princess of Friendship herself: Twilight Sparkle. Sounds like our luck is beginning to turn.

"Oh, hey," she said. "Are you new around here?"

Sparky could not contain himself. "Oh my gosh, are you...?"

"Twilight Sparkle? Yes."

He was so happy to meet him that he jolted almost quickly over to Twilight to shake her hoof. "It's such a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness!"

"Don't call me 'Your Highness', sir," Twilight suggested. "Just call me Twilight."

"Yes, Twilight!" Sparky backed up to me.

"Anyways," I began, "my brother Sparky and I are just walking around to meet some other ponies around here. I believe we've happened to meet someone you might know? A pink Earth pony with balloons as their cutie mark?"

"Pinkie Pie, is it?" she guessed.

"Yep, that's the one," I said. "I don't understand why this pony keeps asking about a party."

Twilight smacked her lips. "I think it's because she has a big love for parties, especially for those who are new, like you two. And I think she wants to throw you two a party because she wants you to feel welcome here."

Now I see why she keeps asking us for a party. It's because she wants us to feel like home here.

"Huh," I said.

"Anyways, Twilight," Sparky then began, "what are you doing here this morning?"

"I'm looking out for some friendship problems," she answered. "Like some arguments, bitter relationships, etc."

"Okay," I said, looking confused.

"Oh, look at that!" she began exclaiming because her cutie mark began glowing. "I have to head back to the castle! Nice meeting you two, hope we see each other again!" Twilight then left us in a hurry.

Both of us were confused by what we saw. We never saw Twilight act like that before.

"What in the world was that?" Sparky said, weirded out.

"I don't know," I answered, while also weirded out. "But it's her own business. Let's just mind our own."

12:00 p.m.

A lot of ponies we've met have been very nice to us (for the most part). But there are a few that we've made new friends with. (Hooray! New friends!)

While we kept walking, we met a unicorn that had blue fur and different shades of brown for their mane and tail. Apparently, she was picking up some books that spilled because her box had broke. So because we didn't want her to do all the hard work by herself, we both walked to her and we sparked a conversation.

"Excuse me, mare?" Sparky said. "Do you need help?"

The blue unicorn glanced at us. "Yes, please. I'm headed to a meeting here in Ponyville. And I can't be late!"

So we all used our horns to pick up all the books and placed them back into the mare's box. She was happy we came to the rescue, otherwise she would've been tardy!

"Thank you, stallions," she said sweetly. "Without you, I would've been fired!"

"Don't mention it," I replied. "What's your name?"

She looked at us carefully. "Dr. Blue Star."

That name was very cute. "I'm Saturn," I introduced, "and this is my brother Sparky."

"Well, nice to meet you, Saturn and Sparky, but I have to go! Until next time!" Blue ran off.

Sparky looked at me. "Can you believe it? We've made a new friend here! Not counting Twilight and Pinkie, though."

"Yes, I can, Sparky. Yes, I can."

Now here's this one experience I can tell you. This experience — which wasn't so great — was that some pony did not set their brakes on a wagon they were using, and they almost crushed us to death! Thank Celestia we weren't in the way, or else I wouldn't be telling you this story right now.

We were walking near a hill. It looked steep, but not steep enough to be a mountain.

"What else is there to do?" I said to myself.

Then, Sparky called me. "Saturn!"

"What?" I looked his way to see that a runaway wagon was heading towards us. Sparky and I dodged it at the last second before it crashed into a tree.

The pony that was operating the wagon came to us in despair. "Oh my god, are you two okay?!"

"No, we aren't!" I yelled. "We could've died from that!"

She felt terrible. "I'm very, very sorry this happened."

"Whatever," I said. "It's okay. Just make sure it doesn't happen again."

Note to self: Always be aware of your surroundings 24/7. You'll never know what could come to you.

7:00 p.m.

I'm making another time skip to here because nothing else happened for today, other than what I mentioned earlier. We got back to our home safe and sound, even though it was dark at the time. Sparky turned on the houselights and laid on the couch, exhausted for what had happened today. I went to the kitchen to make some hay and bologna sandwiches, one of the few dishes I knew how to make. Maybe one day, I'll get a cook book so that I could cook more than just that.

"Today was a wild one!" Sparky exclaimed.

"Mainly because we almost died?" I questioned as I poured some hay onto the cutting board.

"That" — he said — "and the fact that we saw the Princess of Friendship today!"

Sparky would talk about princesses all day long. He's not a big obsessor though, but anytime we see something related to the royal family, he'd talk about it. I think they'll have a prince one day in the future? I don't know.

"Alright, eat up," I called as I poured the sandwiches down on the dinner table. "I've had enough crazy for one day."

We both sat down and ate our sandwiches. It tasted okay, the bread tasted stale, but the hay and bologna added the flavor.

"No offense to your cooking, Saturn," Sparky pointed out, "but these sandwiches don't live up to my expectations. I mean, why does it taste so weird? I don't count the hay and bologna, but I think you know what I'm talking about."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I gossiped, "I don't care. You know I'm not the best cook you have right now."

"True that." Sparky finished his sandwich and put his plate in the sink. "Alright, I'm gonna go take a shower," he yawned. "You got the board game we purchased before we left?"

"Yep," I answered. Before we left Manehattan, I bought this cool board game called "Live in Equestria". It's a bit like those trivia guessing game shows I see a lot, except that this time, we — the audience — are the players. Here's how to play: you have to guess the correct answer, and if you get it right, you get one point. The goal of this game is to have the most points as possible. It's very fun, and I guarantee you, it'll be worth it.

7:30 p.m.

It was time for game night. The table was set up for me and Sparky to play on. He went downstairs as I sat. The cards were shuffled, the point counter was set to zero, and the bell that marked whether or not one has got it correct was placed in the middle.

"Ooh," he said in awe, "ready for me to beat your tail?"

"We'll see about that," I eagerly replied.

Sparky sat down on his seat, and the game was on. I picked up the first card, which read, "This pony was best known for attempting identity fraud." I said this to Sparky.

"Queen Chrysalis," he answered.

I rang the bell. He was correct. "Correct!" I shouted as I flipped his counter from zero to one.

"Yes!" he said to himself.

Now it was his turn. My question was: "This city shares the land border with Yakyakistan."

"Vanhoover!" I answered. I was correct. My counter flipped to one.

"Oh, ho-ho," Sparky laughed.

We kept on playing. Sparky continued getting many of the answers right, but me on the other hand, I get the buzzer.

8:00 p.m.

The game was almost over. We were thirty to thirty. And it was my turn. Since there was one card left, if I get this one wrong, Sparky wins.

"The place where Grogar once ruled," my question said.

"Shoot!" I said. I didn't know this one. I knew he wanted to take over this place called Ponyland, but where did he once rule? I kept thinking hard.

"10 seconds left," Sparky reminded me.

"Hold on, just give me time to think!" I tried to remember what it was. It started with a T, I think?

"5 seconds, Saturn!" he told me.

"You know what?!" I was going to answer at the last minute. "I think it's Tambelon! There! That's my final guess!"

Sparky's jaw dropped. "Correct..."

"I... I did?" I questioned.

"Yes," he said as he put my counter from thirty to thirty-one. I won!

"Let's go! I did it!" I celebrated.

"Psh, don't get too excited. I'll get you one day," he muttered.

"Like that's ever gonna happen," I gossiped.

8:25 p.m.

The table was clean of our game. We had to clean our house because although it was perfect, there was still some spots that weren't clean. Sparky was wiping off all the stains on the floor and kitchen counters. But as he was cleaning out some dust inside one of the kitchen cabinets, he noticed something that confused both of us. "Hey, Saturn?"

"What's up?" I asked while I was cleaning the windows.

"Have you noticed this in the cabinet?"

"What are you talking about?" I didn't remember seeing anything inside a kitchen counter.

"Come here," he said.

"Alright." I put down the sprayer and walked over to Sparky to see what he was mentioning.

He took out some kind of letter. "It said 'For any future owner of this house' on the front."

I took the letter from his hoof and opened it. This was what it said:

Dear future owner,

My name is Dr. Blue Star. I am writing this letter as quickly as I can, because our family got evicted from the house after a month. There's no good home that we could find, so we're currently living in the Everfree Forest, specifically, right by the waterfall, which ain't gonna be good, because there are lots of monsters that live here. So please, if you can, come donate some of your bits to us. We need a new home to live in.

Sincerely,
Blue Star

When it said "Dr. Blue Star", I immediately had a flashback. We met someone named Blue Star. Could this be the same unicorn? And another thing, why would she put a letter inside her house, telling a future owner that she's kicked out?

"Hold on," I said, "this says Dr. Blue Star."

"Yeah, why?" Sparky asked me. "Wait a minute..." Now he finally realized it. He gasped. "We saw a Dr. Blue Star during our walks!"

"That's right," I said, "but the thing that's bothering me is what was she doing here in Ponyville? Doesn't the letter say she lives in the Everfree Forest just outside?"

"Yes, it does," he replied. "Should we go meet up with her first thing tomorrow morning?"

"I don't know," I said. "Wouldn't that be stalking?"

Sparky looked at me. "Look, I need to know more about this pony. Now whether she has a life crisis or not, she might need our help. So are you in with me or not?"

I thought about it for a second. I couldn't decide if I should stay while Sparky helps Blue, or go with him to help her. But then, I exhaled. "I'm sorry, Sparky. But I'm not going to meet a stranger we don't even know."

"Are you sure?" he asked

"Yeah. I'll just stay here."

"Suit yourself." He went upstairs, while I stayed in the kitchen.

I took a second look at the note and read it. "Blue Star" keep echoing inside my mind. I didn't want to help her because we just met earlier, but at the same time, I do want to because she can't keep living like this.

"Oh god," I sighed. "What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?"

I looked at the stairway hall into our bedroom, and that included Sparky's room. I went back to the kitchen.

"Darn you, Sparky," I said. "I can't believe you're having to make me do this with you. Especially since we just moved here." I didn't say this in a mean way, but you probably know what I'm feeling right now.

As I was about to go upstairs and get a good night's sleep, I saw a blue unicorn outside our window. I opened the curtain and saw who it was. It appeared to have brown mane and a brown tail. And it also had goggles.

"Wait," I said to myself. "Is this her?"

I tried to deny it was her. "No, that can't be." But then, I noticed she had a name tag. "Hold on. What does that say?"

The unicorn's name tag read "Dr. Blue Star". It was her! She appeared to be walking to a forest. I closed the curtain.

"So Sparky is doing the right thing!" I uttered. "But why though? It might be impossible."

I went upstairs so that I could finally go to sleep, trying not to wake Sparky up. He really wanted to help her. As I laid down on my bed, I uttered a few words before I shut my eyes.

"Seems like you won't be alone anymore."