Hiya! Twilight here, and yes. I like ponies. That's right; the half-cat girl likes to watch ponies. Anyways, this is a mostly OC cast, but the actually ponies will be befriending them... Eh... I suppose I start now?

The lightest sounds of a feather pen scrawling words on paper sounded throughout the small room, ink stains spread over the shag carpet and a sigh sounded as another piece of paper was tossed into the waste basket. A bright green unicorn was seated at a desk, shaking her light brown, blue-streaked mane and dipping the pen back into the dark substance, racking her brain for something of a decent header. She'd been at this for hours! The basket was now over flowing with scraps, crudely written scribbles lining their once white surface.

The unicorn slammed her head into the desk, toppling over the ink and spilling over the already stained desk. She suppressed a groan. She'd spilled ink at least eight times that day, slamming her head into this desk as she beat herself for a writing curve. She glanced at the many newspapers lining the walls, the excellent headers such as: "Running Leaves and Clopping Hooves." And "Life in the Cloudsdale." And "Equestria's Best."

All these titles, wonderfully written peices, all perfect and put down by some of the best writing ponies in the land. She had to wonder how she'd ended up here, in this place of all places. The top newspaper company in Canterlot, where ponies of only the HIGHEST talent were accepted, and here she was. Little InkHeart, barely old enough to be in her own home and already on her third real paper.

She been told she was good, but compliments only frightened her. They made her afraid that she was going to be a disappointment the next time, and fear did only one thing to her: Gave her the worst possible writer-block she could have. She was only a colt! Not a Philly, a colt, so old that she lived alone yet so young that she couldn't even come up with a stupid little header!

As she wallowed in her shameful pit of self-pity, the faintest knock sounded at the door, causing her to jerk her head up and stare fear-stricken at the puddle of ink in front of her. That would be her boss, and he only knocked for respect, he didn't take 'Just one minutes'. The handle glowed and the door creaked open, revealing rather slim stallion. His hair was, as always, frazzled and unkempt, although he kept a certain regal air about him...

His glasses caught the candle light as he stared at the pony before him. Her pelt was stain along with her mane; her eyes were filled with self-loathing as she bowed her head and trying to cling to the little dignity she had left. "Mr. WordPress." She addressed her superior, knowing that he was probably looking at the overflowing basket in the corner and counting up the cost of spilled ink and paper.

He sighed and shook his head. "And I suppose that THIS, InkHeart," he motioned to the rampaged room, "means that your paper isn't done?" He asked, trying to keep his own self control as he gathered up the remaining supplies. He was quickly joined by the green unicorn, as she tried to come up with a reasonable explanation.

Finally deciding on the correct choice of words, she opened her mouth, only to be cut off by the very pony who asked the question. "No, no..." He paused, levitating the last bit of paper onto a shelf; high above anywhere else ink could spill. "Writers-block is common... Most new employs get it from all the stress..." He bit his lip and raised his brow. "You show talent, so I'll let this go..."

InkHeart let out a sigh of relief. "... On one condition." She mentally rolled her eyes, remembering how her boss loved to toy with emotions. She'd heard that WordPress did this in the justice of the pen, as he said. He liked to see how people reacted to different things for his own observatory gain. He cleared his throat and placed a hoof on his chest as though he was making some sort of royal interjection. "You will be exchanged into our Ponyville division. The town is much quieter and the people won't flock you so much, even if they now you write for the paper."

This brought both disappointment and excitement. The idea of leaving the higher up area of Canterlot for the rule town of Ponyville, mostly inhabited by earth and Pegasus ponies, made her shutter. She'd never been outside of Canterlot, not once in her life, although she'd heard of a 'beautiful country-side' had intrigued her... But that last bit! Nopony would bother her about the paper? In Canterlot, when one worked for the paper, they were instructed to bring a disguise for when they left. That had left InkHeart dumbstruck and she hadn't even bothered with it, although as soon as she left work she'd been trampled with ponies asking for features! She'd long since bought a cloak and snuck out the back.

"The manager of the shop has agreed to room you for free. Her name is WinterGust and she's always the sweetheart." He shoved her saddlebags in her hooves and began ushering her out. "The trek to Ponyville is three days east. I wish you the best of luck, InkHeart, and hope you get a good lesson out of going there." InkHeart soon found herself on her rump outside the newspaper shop, realizing that her boss must've put the cloak over her due to the lack of trampling.

She sighed and debated her next move. She always packed heavy, even when going to work, simply because she was prone to writing kicks and wouldn't come out of a room for three days. She smiled to herself, trying to question what she could be missing and what the catch to her fortune was. She was never so prepared for anything in her life! Not even when she planned things! There had to be something and- Oh to the heavens' with it! She wasn't going to question it, she had learned long ago that risk where worth it. How had she learned? The day she'd risked her pride crawling on her knees to the news shop with a fictional article she'd written, begging for a job.

You can guess where that ended up.

She trotted off, saying goodbye would be too depressing, and she would just send letters out to those she knew, letting them know she was well and in Ponyville. She clomped to the outskirts of the city, taking one last look and turning to the dense forest that now lay in her path. She swallowed hard and rolled her shoulders, trying to push the doubt out of her heart. InkHeart. It was in her name, she was meant to do this, she was meant to use heart. It's what she did.

She was a writer.

She wrote with her heart and tried to live well.

She was on her way to a job in a rule town for the better of her passion of writing.

She was InkHeart.

Ehhh… Uhh… Something… LightOfLaynaru will explain our plan next chapter, please review!

~TheTwilightWarrior