My Little Pony: The New Pony in Town

1-5: Sweet Apple Acres and Art

I followed Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy as we cantered along in the direction they said Sweet Apple Acres was. Every couple minutes, I would check on Jose just to see if he was alright. Unlike my worries, he was perfectly fine.

I started to drift off into my own mind's thoughts, thinking about how my life was before I came here. I had no friends, I knew very little about the outside world, and I had no idea what a cupcake was. It was a sad life.

The thought of cupcakes made me remember.

"OHNO! Fluttershy, we left my cupcakes at your house!" I wailed as I remembered the taste of the cupcakes.

"Its okay. I can bring them by later, and I'll make sure Angel doesn't eat them." She said reasuringly.

I calmed down and went back into my thoughts. I've never been out in open space for so long. I used to be kept up in a metal room, with only light coming from in between the bars of the door. It was always extremely cold, and I was only fed once a day.

I rarely saw any other pony, except when somepony would come and drop a pile of old and random books in the room. The books were always dusty, and they are where I got my knowledge of everything I know from.

I got into art because I used to sing to myself in the room. Sometimes I would even make up my own dances just to amuse myself. And the pony who brought me the books gave me a box of four crayons one time. I would pull out the pages of the books, and draw things on them.

Then one day, I got a sketchbook with the pile I got. I was super excited, and I drew everything that flowed through my mind. I drew anything that I wanted to see in the books that I read. Luckily, it was time consuming, so it made my days and nights in that room almost bareable.

After a couple weeks, I spoke to the pony who gave me the books. I asked him why he was doing this, and why I was here. For, I've been wondering these things ever since I have been locked up in there, which has been about... I don't know. I've lost count.

He said he was just following orders, and that he really wished he didn't have to keep me in here. I asked him, then why doesn't he just let me out? He said because he'd get in big trouble from his boss.

About a week later, I was lying on the cold floor of the room, and I had just finished drawing what I thought was an apple tree. He came in seconds later and saw my drawing. His eyes widened, and he galloped off somewhere and came back. He was holding a backpack, the one I have now, and a small loaf of bread.

I can't take it anymore, he said. Just get out of here, and go make yourself into something somepony would be proud of. He handed me the backpack, and I put the sketchbook and crayons in it. And also the bread.

He motioned to his right, and I ran out of the room. I finally got to see what he looked like, and he was a grey pony with a black mane. He had reasuring eyes, and he led me out to safety. By this time, it was night.

He handed me some bits, and told me to go take the train to somewhere better, like Ponyville. I had known about Ponyville, for I read a book mentioning it. Ever since that book, it had been my dream to go to Ponyville and live amongst other ponies.

Luckily for me, that place that I used to live at valued cleanliness. So I was never grimy nor disgusting. But I would rather be able to eat more often than to be clean.

It took me two days to find my way from that prison, and over to the train station. Before that day, and I had forgotten what light felt like, and what grass was and how tall trees were. To avoid being captured in some way, I lived in a tree for a day until nightfall. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it's what I had to do in order to get away from all of this.