Trumpets

Chapter 3

   After that confrontation with the Princess (The guards ever so politely answered me when I asked who she was. Well, with a little 'motivation'.) I found myself at the dinning area. I sat down at a random table and the guards sat on either side of me. 'I feel like I'm in the middle of an unwanted gay relationship...'

   A very nervous waiter walked (Do horses walk?) over. "W-what would you like, S-sir?" He barely managed to blurt out.

   "Relax, man. I'm not gon' hurt ya," I said to him in my most convincing Ghetto accent.

   He seemed to calm just a tad, but was still weary at me. "Ok, sir. So what would you like?"

   "I'd know if I'd gotten a damn menu."

   "Sir, we have anything you can imagine."

   'Fuck yea!' "Alright! Gimmi a whole plate of bacon, a Blue Cheese Burger cooked well done, a shit ton of fries, and a whole plate of the hottest wings you have!"

   He just stared blankly at me with a look a baby gives you when you ask him to solve a calculus problem. 'Oh shit, that's right! These ponies are Herbivores! God damn, it's gonna be so fucking hard without meat!' I sighed. "Forget all that. Just give me a large salad with extra cheese."

   He nodded and went into what I believed to be the kitchen. The guard on my right started to talk once he left. "Tell me, what's 'Bacon?' And 'Fries?' And 'Blue Cheese Burger?'" He asked.

   "The three foods that when combine makes you feel like you're having sex with the tightest bitch in the world."

   He blinked. "Why would anyone want to have sex with a female dog?"

   I face-palmed. "Not that bitch..."

   "Then what do you mean?"

   "A female in general."

   "OHHH! Wow, those foods much be amazing. What are they made of?"

   "Oh boy, let's see if I can remember. Bacon is essentially the cooked hind-side of a pig, I think. A burger is beef, from a cow, but I'm not sure what Blue Cheese exactly is, but I know it's cheese. And fries are fried potatoes."

   He looked disgusted. "How can you possibly eat meat?"

   "Evolution, my friend." Well, I believe it is something to do with that. I haven't picked up a science or history text book in ages.

   He still looked disgusted. "Don't worry, I don't eat sentient creatures."

   He seemed to calm a bit at that. "Tell me, creature, what's your name?"

   "Full name?" he nodded. "Hunter S. Suntra, or Suns, as my friends use to call me."

   "Well, Suns, tell me more about your world."

   And that I did. We stopped when my food got here, but started up soon after I finished.

   We started to walk as I told them about modern weapons like guns, but I made sure to leave out how violent they are. We talked for hours. I never thought I'd enjoy talking to guys that long, especially talking pony dudes. I won't complain, as this is like the first time in three years. Before I knew it (and learned I had one), it was curfew, and I was forced into my room, which was cleaned back to its former beauty. 'Damn good maids.' I looked out the window and noticed it 'twas (Damn right I used twas. Wanna fight about it?) night. I looked up in the sky and saw beauty I've never seen before.

   Stars.

   I lived in the city my whole life, so I never got to see what the night sky really looked like other then those school trips to planetariums. So, when I saw them here for the first time, I was awestruck. They shone as bright-maybe brighter- then Sol itself. (Sol=the Sun, by the way.) Some stars came together to form shapes and figures in the sky.

   I don't know why, but I started to count all the stars I could see. I got to 257 before a dark figure appeared in front of me. "Enjoying my night?" a feminine voice presumably coming from the figure asked.

   I knew better then to panic on the edge of an open window, so I only panicked in my head. "What do you mean, 'your night?'"

   "Well, I did bring the night."

   "The fuck kind of person do you think of me as? A retard?"

   "Excuse me? I rise and lower the moon and create the night," she said, flying into the room. She was a deep navy blue with hair that flowed, again, nice touch, and looked like the night sky. I noticed she had wings and a horn just like the princess, and had royal attire like her, except more night themed.

   "I'm not buying your mythical bullshit. Don't take credit for a beautiful night, searching for compliments."

   "I can assure you, I do as I say!"

   "Prove it."

   She put on a hesitant face. "Fine," she said. She walked to the window and her horn glowed. The moon fucking moved in the mother fucking sky!

   "Holy Fuck! That's amazing!"

   "Thank you, strange creature."

   "God, strange creature doesn't really help my self esteem."

   "Do you have a name?"

   "Of course I do! It's Hunter S. Suntra. Or Suns. Now, what is your name?"

   "Princess Luna, but just call me Luna."

   Holy shit, yet ANOTHER princess...

   "Well, Luna. I'm terribly tired," Not exactly a lie, but close to it. " I'd love to talk, but I really want to sleep. I promise if you come back tomorrow I would love to chat."

   She looked down.

   Wait, why did she? Now that I think back to it, she's a god damn princess? Why is she upset she can't talk to me? ME?

   "Ok, 'Suns'. I will see you tomorrow." she said as she flew off.

   'Today was a good day,' I thought as I stripped down (I don't like to sleep with cloth on) and got into the bed.

   Within minute, I was out.