One of these days

The words to describe Equestria are hard to find; beautiful, gorgeous, stunning and so on. Any of those words would fit a million times and they still wouldn’t be enough to describe it.

Quick Courier was a simple mare with a simple life and a simple job: to deliver mail across all of Equestria. Her appearance did not matter, nopony cared, and she didn’t care. She wasn’t beautiful nor ugly, neither tall nor short, happy or sad. She was in the background, and she wasn’t remotely important.

A forgotten soul.

She was sitting in the lounge of the post office, waiting for her daily deliveries just like any other boring Monday morning in her life. Except that this day brought her something different, something out of the norm so to speak: a letter with no return address and no hint for who would’ve sent it.

Quick walked into the managers office, “Excuse me, boss? What kind of joke is this?” she asked impatiently.

“It’s not a joke kid.” The manager grunted from behind his desk, ”We got a nice sum of bits for making an exception, the sender wants to stay anonymous.”

She let out a disappointed sigh, “Whatever you say boss…” as she walked out of the office and out to do her deliveries head almost dragging on the floor.

The manager ran hastily out of the post office, “Kid! It’s a top priority letter, get it delivered before the other letters!” he shouted so that Quick could hear him.

He could only faintly hear her cheerful response, “Okey dokey lokey, boss!”

Her flight route was simple: first to Baltimare, and from there to Las Pegasus. Such long trips gave her the time to think about things. Well, usually what she would like to eat after work, but not this time. This time she would’ve gladly missed her dinner just to know more about the letter. It consumed all her thoughts.

After three hours of flying across Equestria, from Cloudsdale to Baltimare, she saw something on a distant mountaintop. It looked like it wanted for her to stop and go see what it was.

As the figure drew closer she realized what it was, “A walrus... can this day get any more weird?” for anypony with any social life this could be normal or at least not so weird, but for a mare who wakes up in the morning, does her job without any care of the world around her and goes to sleep after eating dinner, this was unbelievable.

What was a walrus doing here? No water to be seen in a hundred miles, only grassy hills and mountains. She landed a few feet from the walrus. They stared into the others eyes, the walrus almost drilling into her socially cast out soul.

A very awkward moment for her until the walrus broke it. It lifted its flipper and pointed it to the far distance behind Quick Courier

“Remember” the walrus said in a low grumbling voice, before slowly turning around and moving away from her.

She looked behind her dumbfounded, only to look back and see that the walrus was gone. Where had it gone? There’s no place to hide or to go, they were standing on top of a tall mountain for pony’s sake!

After an hour of flying towards her destination in Baltimare, clearing her thoughts about her absurd day she finally realized what the walrus had meant: she was flying in the wrong direction, towards Las Pegasus!

“One of these days. Horseapples!” she cursed herself. She quickly corrected her facing and started flying towards Baltimare with such speed that even the Wonderbolts would be amazed to see a mailmare flying.

Quick Courier finally reached her destination, a small house on the outskirts of the city, apparently habited by rather angry ponies, considering the amount of curse words that poured out from it.

“Better just put this in the mailbox, I don’t really want to deal with these ponies” she said, putting the letter in its rightful place.

As she turned around, she saw the walrus again.

Quick had had enough; she was tired from her excess flight time and blamed the letter for it.

“You sent this letter didn’t you!?” she fumed

The walrus nodded

“So why didn’t you bring it here yourself?” Quick hissed “Why did you make me come all this way to Baltimare if you could’ve done it yourself!? I swear to Celestia if you don’t give me an answer…”

The walrus kept its cool and appeared to have a small grin on its face “Remember” it said as it pointed the mailbox.

Of course, the sign that told if the mail had arrived was down.

“Fine” she lifted it so that the habitants could notice it “fixed it, now for Celestias sake tell me…”

The walrus was gone.

That was it. She finally had too much of this.

Quick Courier bellowed to the sky,

“BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…” she started flying and wildly tossed her mailbag to the ground.

For she did not know where she was flying, somewhere, just not anywhere near that damned walrus for sure. That thought brought her some peace of mind.

Quick eventually came across a bar in the middle of nowhere: Penpack corp.

She had heard of this place, only rumors though; it’s said to be the last place anypony will ever go to, for ponies with nothing left but their sad memories.

As she walked into the bar she saw lowlifes, terrorists, criminals, hoofs dealers all alike, but something stuck out.

The walrus was sitting in the furthest corner booth of the bar sipping away from its cider mug.

For some reason it was also wearing a hat, a Stetson to be precise, but what would you care about a walrus looking awesome…

“Remember.”  The word was heavier than before.

Quick Courier galloped to grab some form of a shotgun from a hoofs dealer, but as soon as she had aimed the barrel of the gun at the booth, the walrus was gone.

“Oi lassie, yer got’ te pay fer eet!” the hoofs dealer spat at Quick

“Sorry. Did you see that?”

“See wot?”

“Nothing”

She sat down at the counter and ordered the heaviest of drinks the bar had. Quick wanted to forget. Forget about the cursed walrus and what it kept saying. What was she supposed to remember?

She had done nothing wrong!

Why was the walrus tormenting her?

Why does it bother her so much?

These were the questions Quick Courier kept asking herself.

Days passed, weeks even. It was hard to say since there were no clocks or windows, only dim lights and a poster of a known alcoholic Berry Punch that encouraged drinking more, what a lovely bar indeed.

But every now and then she heard the word, sometimes coming from the jukebox, sometimes from next to her and sometimes right behind her. Tormenting Quick to her limits. It felt like she was responsible for the end of the world because she forgot something.

Quick Courier woke up.

Not in her bed like she had hoped, she had hoped for this just to be a bad dream. No, she woke up on top of a grassy hill in who-knows-where. The sun was shining bright, the clouds were moving in the wind and nopony was to be seen anywhere.

“Heh” Quick Courier laughed, “It’s over! It’s finally over! IT WAS ALL A DREAM! Yeah!”

She was jumping up and down and galloping around. She finally could enjoy her life again.

“Remember.”

She turned around facing the walrus that had tormented him for weeks.

Realization struck her, “I see now, you tormented me for all this time just to make me remember to enjoy life, to do something with it! Putting me through all that and look at me now! I’m happy for the first time in a long time! Without you I would still be carrying those mailbags brainlessly doing nothing new with my life… Well, I still haven’t done anything new but it’s not too late to start! Thank you walrus, thank you for showing me this.”

Walrus was silent with a grin on its face.

It reached its flipper under its other, almost like searching for something.

It was a key.

“Remember”

Courier was awestruck; she was confused but took the key from the walrus’ flipper.

It looked familiar… too familiar for a key…

It was her home key.

“Oh”