New Writer in Town

Chapter 1: Tragedy strikes

Leadhoof tightened the satchel around his body. "Alright mom! I'm heading out!" He called out to his mom.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" His mother, Nightquill called out.

His head perked up slightly at remembering what it was. He walked over and quickly hugged her. "I love you mom."

"I love you too sweetie. Now remember we have plenty of fruits so just get some hay for the two of us."

"I will." He said walking out into the streets of Cantalot. He took a deep breath and walked down the streets of the capital city. Multiple high society ponies all around, their noses angled up as always. Always makes you shake your head.

"Morning Lead!" A voice called out. A stallion with a bag full of newspaper came trotting by. "You're out early."

"Well I gotta. Places are just now opening up, and everyone would rather be fashionably late." He said happily. "Any good news?"

"Nope. Just a letter for your mother I belive." He said looking through. "I'll deliver it. You seem busy."

"Yes. Would love to stay and chat but I need to get this done early." Leadhoof said starting to go into a run.

"See ya later writer!" The mail pony yelled out.

The writer made his way through the city, waving at a few familiar faces.
"Hey Lead!" "Hey LemonFace!"

"Leadhoof!" "Tony! I'll come by tonight!"

"Hey kid wrote anything new yet!" "I'm working on something!"

"Is that Leadhoof?" "Hey Mister and Misses ClothStitch. My mom says hi!"

The writer walks into a diner. He walked straight to the bar and placed a small pouch of coins. "One bag of coffee ground please."

The mare behind the counter looked slightly confused. "Uh... I don't think we sell our grounds."

A laugh was heard as an older mare walked from behind the kitchen. "No that's Leadhoof. He comes by once a month. Hi hun." She said with a small wave.

Leadhoof giggled with his own wave. "Hey Miss Krystal. How's business?"

"Oh you know. 24 hours staying open and serving up to anyone that comes in. All kinds of stories come in. There was this one old gentleman not to long ago who reminded me of your grandpa. He told us about a skirmish he had with a few griffins. Some real interesting stuff."

"I've heard enough war stories from my grandpa." Leadhoof said with a sigh. "A good amount of my early work comes from him."

"How is your grandpa? Still owns the little library?"

"Yep. Still in Ponyvilla."

The manager laughed at that. "Hun you're so much like them country folk. You greet people that don't even wanted to look at you unless you got a few thousand bits to throw away or related to the princess."

"I'm old fashioned. Thank my grandpa for that. I wish I had an opportunity to live in somewhere like Ponyvilla but I have my life here right now helping my mom whenever I can."

She smiled at him before handing him the bag of coffee ground. "Here you go sweetheart. You visiting your gramps soon?"

"I will be." He said. "My friend there Pinkie Pie wants to hang out. She's a class clown but for the whole town. Everyone loves her. I think that's where I get my attitude from." He grabbed the bag and placed it in his satchel. "Thank you again." He said before running off.

He made a few more stops here and there. It was just passed noon when Leadhoof was making his way back home. He had a notebook he was writing in, making notes about a few things. When he got home he went inside. "Mom! I'm home!" He said dropping off the supplies at the kitchen. "Hey so DoughWhip has a new type of pizza. We should try it....mom?" He looked in the living and saw his mom, staring into a scroll. Her eyes wide and lost. "Mom?" He slowly walked over to her. It was too quiet and too cold for his liking.

His mom slowly put down the scroll. "Lead... sit down with me."

'Dear Nightquill and Leadhoof. With a heavy heart, we at Ponyvilla are writing to you today to tell you that Quillhoof, has passed. He passed in his sleep last night peacefully. It was a surprise for us as much as I imagine it is for you. I am very sorry for everything this has brought. In the coming days we ask for you to come to Ponyvilla to help with the funeral services and to look over his final documents. We will not look over the will or his belongings without you and your permission. Please take your time in messaging us or coming here. Thank you so much and so sorry for your loss.

From Mayor Mare'

(A/N
Yep! MLP. My girlfriend got me into it. Even got me a new OC. This story will be about that. I will still be working on my Halo/Star wars stuff but this new story is also in the works. Some action, drama, suspense, and yeah other stuff like that. Would love to hear your opinions on this.)
(Next chapter will be longer. Don't worry)