(- - - - [The Final Dream] - - - -)
A
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Fan Fic
by Suomibrony
Chapter 1: A New Pony is in Town.
Another day in Ponyville was coming to an end. The blue sky turning orange, followed by darkness. Stars were littering the sky, the bright and white moon raised by Luna casting its pale rays over Ponyville. One by one, the lights shining trough the windows of Ponyville's numerous houses had dimmed, the sounds of the bustling town replaced by the nighttime fauna.
Ponyville had become quiet, ready to wake up in the morning for a new day.
However, not everypony was asleep; on one of the roads leading into Ponyville, a lone pony was slowly and silently heading to the town. The moon was graceful enough to illuminate the pony; a young light indigo unicorn mare with an orange mane and tail with a single copper brown highlight. She was carrying two beige saddlebags and on her flank was her cutie mark; an orange circle with single bolt of orange lightning vertically dividing it.
The mare was exhausted, struggling to stay upright, her green eyes scant open. At the very entrance to the town, she stopped and observed the sleeping town for a moment.
"At last, I'm in Ponyville. It took an entire day to get here." she wearily said to herself, then let out a sigh of relief.
With the aid of her telekinesis, the pony pulled out small scroll from her saddlebag and rolled it open. It was a crude map of Ponyville and had a few lines of Equestrian writing scribbled on it. Thanks to the moonlight, she was barely able to read it. She silently looked at it for a few seconds, then raised her eyes to look at the town again.
"Okay, I guess it's past the town center and then..." she lethargically muttered, but with a yawn, she ceased talking.
The pony placed the scroll back into her bag and began wandering again.
Silly to think out loud anyway.
The town was unsurprisingly quiet. After all, it was past midnight; the light indigo pony was alone on the streets of Ponyville.
She came to a house, its windows just as dark as all the other houses in the town. For a moment, she only stared at the single windowed door, the nocturnal insects and a distant stream the only audible sounds. She approached the door carefully and raised her right forehoof to knock the door, but hesitated at the last moment, lowering her hoof back to the ground. In apparent indecision, she stared at the door for several seconds.
The pony raised her hoof again, but this time tapped on the door lightly, once. Realizing that no pony could hear a such soft tap, she tapped twice and a bit harder.
There was no response from the house.
The pony lied down and stared at the doorstep, her head coming to a rest on the the soil.
Maybe I'd rather sleep here and now?
She glanced at her right hoof for a few seconds, then produced a confident smile.
Rising back onto her hooves, she positioned herself to knock the door again, but this time pulled her hoof as far as she could and struck the door so hard it rattled on its hinges.
"Ow!" The pony winced, shaking her hoof in an attempt to lessen the pain.
Not long after, her attention was drawn to a window lighting up on the floor above, followed by muffled steps emanating from the house. Soon, the window on the door also beamed light trough it.
The pony lowered her still tingling hoof to the ground gracefully.
Nothing but slight discomfort, it'll subside soon.
The door opened inwardly rather unceremoniously. Before the mare was a bistre earth pony stallion, his coal mane untidy, his dark blue eyes bleary. For a moment he simply stared at the pony who had awoken him.
He yawned. She produced an awkward smile.
"Now, what in Celestia's name are you doing waking me up at this hour!" his deep baritone voice boomed.
The young mare's smile changed to a frown. "Oh, I-I am terribly sorry to wake you up, mister... uh, mister..." she stammered, then telekinetically pulled out the scroll she had previously inspected.
"Lease." the stallion said before the unicorn could open her scroll.
"Oh yes, Lease." She giggled awkwardly, then hastily crammed the scroll back in her bag.
"I am the new resid-" she attempted to talk, but was cut short as the earth pony opened his mouth again.
"Save it. Everything has been arranged. You know how to find your residence?"
"Uh, yes I-"
"Good," the earth pony again interrupted the young mare, then returned to his home and after a couple seconds came back with a small key between his teeth.
He promptly swung his head and let the key fly into the air. The young mare observed it soar and grabbed it with her telekinesis, suspending it above her own head. She smiled at the stallion, who returned it with a disdainful stare.
"Very well done," he said sarcastically. "Now please let me sleep!" he snarled, then bucked the door shut.
The unicorn lost concentration; the key fell on her head and bounced onto the ground.
"Even had some stupid crate..." the earth pony's muted voice could be heard before trailing off.
The unicorn lowered her head to stare at the ground sadly and sighed, then telekinetically retrieved the key and stored it in her saddlebag.
Following a few minutes of traversing trough the sleeping town, the pony was yet at another house, this one at the edge of town, a pair of large barn-like doors facing the grassy plains surrounding Ponyville. To the right of the doors was a normal wooden door, a large padlock being its only notable feature.
The pony brought the key from her saddlebag to the padlock and unlocked it. She placed the key back in her saddlebag, pushed the door open and took a few steps into the house. It was dark inside, a few beams of moonlight slinking in trough the windows and the open door. Her eyes tried to make sense of the interior for a few seconds.
Figuring she had inadequate night vision, she opened her bag and produced a tube-shaped object.
With the object floating in front of her, she shook it and thus it began to glow in orange, dimly at first but growing in intensity until it was twice as bright as the moon's light.
The mare could now see what was inside. To the right of her were a set of brown wooden stairs up to a second floor, hugging the wall, a landing where the stairs changed direction along the house's walls. The walls were light green and the floor cyan, although the orange light from of the tube-light made it difficult to tell what the colors were precisely; she made estimations on the go. Under the upper part of the stairs was single brown door, left open, to what appeared to be a kitchen.
To the left was a large, wooden brown crate, tall enough to reach the roof and just as wide.
The unicorn stared at it for a second, then closed her eyes.
I sold everything, for this house, to get that crate here. Less than a week...
She let out a long sigh and glanced at the crate once again, then turned around to focus her magic on the front door. It promptly closed.
The unicorn made her way up the stairs to the second floor, which was encompassed almost entirely by a single, large room. The green-walled room was decorated quite sparsely: a short-legged light brown oak table and a number of pillows in bright colours placed around it, a vermilion carpet covering the majority of the floor, the cyan floor only visible at the perimeters of the room. A pair of doors were at either end of the room.
One was open and revealed a bedroom, the other one was closed.
That must be where the bathroom is.
A wide and tall window on the broader wall allowed moonlight to enter the room.
This was a barn initially.
Although her brief encounter with Lease had warded off her drowsiness temporarily, it was now coming back in full swing.
She entered the bedroom. The walls were not green here, but some other color but she was too tired to think about it anymore and only saw the bed.
A beautiful bed with soft colors, calling to her.
That was all she could think of before she discarded the saddlebags and decided that she must get under the soft blanket, onto the soft mattress and place her head on the soft pillows and enter the realm of slumber. The glowing tube she had carried fell to the floor and quickly dimmed.
There was nothing but darkness.
"Well, what do you say?" a gleeful filly said.
"My dear daughter, I am truly happy for you, and I can't think of any father who could be prouder in all of Equestria! It's an important moment in a pony's life to earn their cutie mark. You are unique, very unique indeed. I see a very promising future for you, one that we both will enjoy greatly!" a stallion's voice congratulated.
"Thank you, father!"
"Don't mention it honey!" her father said and let out a warm chuckle. "But please, be careful with what you have now."
"I will be careful!"
"Do not misunderstand me, my dear, I know you will be careful."
"Hey, can I try it now?" her daughter alluded to something she possessed.
"No dear, it's better it wait until tomorrow."
"But I want to do it now!"
"Sweetie, stop sulking and lets go inside," her father's calm voice commanded her daughter. "It's becoming dark and your bedtime is soon."
The filly sighed.
"Okay, father," she said dejectedly.
As her dream came to an end, she found herself in her bed, the morning sun tickling her face. She opened her eyes and saw that the room walls and bedsheets were mauve, the floor pink. Her pillows were light blue and at the opposite side of the bed was a tall wooden closet. On the right side of the bed was a nondescript nigthtstand. A single window on the left of her bed presented the sun greeting her with warm beams.
"Pretty nice," she said groggily at the sight.
"Could take that bath now. Nothing wakes me up like a warm bath," she mumbled. She came to think of the possibility that there was no bathtub in the bathroom. If it were even a bathroom.
"Nice going Amber, bring down your spirits as soon as you wake up," she moped and planted her head deep into her pillow.
"But if I'm convinced there isn't a bathtub," she spoke into her pillow. "Then I will be twice as pleased when there is!" she exclaimed as she lifted her head, her face displaying a wide smile.
Deciding not to linger, she rose from her bed and trotted to the door that, hopefully, concealed a bathroom.
"Alright, the moment of truth!"
Still smiling, she now closed her eyes and pushed the door with her right forehoof.
It would not open.
She pushed harder.
Nothing.
Her smile faded and as she opened her eyes, she scrunched her eyebrows in mild frustration. Taking a few a steps back, she shut her eyes again, and her horn lit up. The door gained a shimmering aura of weak light and then the door swung open. Outwards.
"Figures."
She took a few steps to stand in the doorway and opened her eyes.
Before her eyes was not a mere bathroom. It was more grand than she had imagined and she let her eyes wander the room in astonishment.
The floor and wall tiles were luminescent white, a rearing earth pony mosaic made out of blue sapphires embedded in the floor. The white porcelain tub was embellished with golden wings running along its sides. Shower curtains hung from the roof above the tub sparkled like they were made out of morning dew, casting a small rainbow onto the floor and walls. The showerhead glittered like a polished diamond and the air itself felt comfortably warm, the aroma reminding her of recent rain on a grassy field. At the right end of the room was a tall, gold-lined mirror and a violet sink next to it. Surprisingly, the sink looked very spartan compared to the rest of the room.
Her attention focused on the sink and she cocked an eyebrow.
Maybe it's a remnant from the old barn? But what barn does have a violet sink?
"Perhaps Lease knows?" She blurted unintentionally, then shook her head to bring herself into reality.
She finally took a few steps forward and pushed aside the curtains gracefully with her muzzle, wary of the possibility that they could disintegrate. They did not; although they were made out of a light and soft material, they were stronger than their appearance suggested. A pair of golden faucets were at one end of the tub. She placed herself in a sitting position in the tub and opened the faucets to let warm water pour into the tub. The water steadily rose until it was close to the brim. It was so pleasant in the warm water she could fall asleep again, if it were not for the fact that then her head would submerge and she would wake up coughing water. She shuddered briefly at the thought.
She pushed her head between the curtains and saw her reflection in the mirror.
A young light indigo unicorn mare with green eyes and a very messy orange mane stared back. The young mare retreated and looked at the water for a second, then plunged her head underwater, rising up after a few seconds with a blissful expression and her drenched mane over her eyes.
Then she heard three knocks from downstairs.
She parted her mane with her hoof, her face bearing surprise; she was not expecting anypony to visit her yet.
Could be mister Lease? Perhaps he has come to say sorry? He was quite rude to me last night. she pondered. Then her face contorted in terror.
"Oh no!" she screamed, "Lease's come to ask for the rent!" Her eyes darted back and forth as she observed the bathroom's lavish decorations. "Can I even afford this luxurious home! What if I can't! Will he throw me out! Will he take my possessions as payment! Did I even think trough this when I-" Her panic-induced rambling came to a halt by more, louder knocking.
"For crying out loud, I'm taking a bath!" she shouted, agitation having subdued her anxiety.
With several seconds of silence passing, the unicorn thought whoever it was got the message. Now she could continue to enjoy the warm bath. She rolled onto her side and let herself slip deeper into the water. A smile crept up on her face again.
Relaxation, at last.
She was rudely brought out of her peace by a knocking sound coming from downstairs. Again.
"So be it!" she snarled and lifted herself from the bathtub. She telekinetically grabbed a towel from nearby and did her best to dry herself in the quickest manner possible.
Her efforts were interrupted by more and louder knocking, almost a thumping now. She growled and dropped the towel, forgoing drying her mane for now.
As she trotted down the stairs she pushed the negative thoughts to the back of her head and put on a neutral expression.
I will politely tell Lease that I am taking a bath and he should come back later.
She cleared her throat and opened the door telekinetically.
"Good morni- The hay!"
She stared wide-eyed as before her was a tall and armless, brown-bodied creature with a grey, metallic head.
"It is not hay; it is a huge hammer!" a cheery, high-pitched young mare's voice emanated from behind the brown being. A pair of pink forelegs were wrapped around its body.
The light indigo mare took a peek around the oversized tool to see a pink earth pony smiling at her.
The unicorn raised an eyebrow.
"What do you need a huge hammer for?" she said as she pointed a hoof at the hammer.
"To knock your door, silly!" the pink pony stated.
"That makes perfect sense," the unicorn quipped.
"Yes it does!" the pink pony replied, oblivious of the unicorn's sarcasm, then tossed the hammer to the side; it crashed into something frail and ceramic.
The pink pony's words echoed in the light indigo pony's head. To knock your door. To knock your door. To knock your door. She was not sure if the pink mare would have actually knocked down her house door, but the negative emotions still in the back of her head said yes.
Suddenly she saw mostly pink in her eyes. And two eyes.
"Are you okay new pony?" the pink pony said worriedly. "You look like you ate too many lemon-peach muffins."
She then started to bounce around merrily in circles.
"To tell you the truth I enjoy lemon-peach muffins they are sour and sweet and tasty sometimes they taste only sour and if I eat too many I feel sour in the belly and that makes me feel sour in the face lemon-peach cakes are good and I like good things do you like good things I know many ponies who like good things like my parties and you are invited to my surprise party in your honor new pony in Ponyville!"
The pink pony had said all that in a few seconds. How she managed to talk so fast, let alone without taking a breath, was lost to the unicorn. She was stunned, her mind trying to sort the flood of info it had picked up into a coherent message.
"Did you not hear?" the pink pony inquired.
"Uh, hear what?" she absentmindedly said, then shook her head briskly.
"I am holding a surprise party for you!" the pink pony announced and bounded into the air, her forelegs twirling in air briefly before she was brought back to the solid ground.
"A surprise party? Cool!" She said with a smile, but it was only temporary as she did a double take at what she heard. "Hold on, did you say: a surprise party for me?" the unicorn said, pointing a hoof at herself.
"Sssshh. It is a surprise," the pink pony hushed, then eyed her surroundings, trying to spot possible eavesdroppers.
"But... how can a surpri-" the unicorn attempted to ask, but was silenced by a louder hush. She sighed.
"How can a surprise party for me be a surprise when I already know about it?" she whispered.
This revelation made the pink pony blink, as if told that a smooth sphere has jagged corners.
"Who told you it was a surprise party?" she said in disbelief.
"It was a pink pony who, by some strange cosmic coincidence, is you." the unicorn said and aimed her hoof at the earth pony, who lost her cheerful attitude.
"Me!"
The unicorn smirked.
"Yes. You."
"Don't be silly, I don't spoil surprises!" she said, her joy back in full swing.
The unicorn's smirk vanished and she gained a look of mild frustration.
"But you just did!"
"Nuh-uh!" the pink mare objected in a most concise manner.
"Yeah-uh!" the unicorn retorted in kind.
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yeah-uh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yeah-uh."
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yeah-uh..."
"Nuh-uh!"
"This is going nowhere." the unicorn lamented in defeat.
"This is going yeswhere!" the pink pony cheered in merriment.
The unicorn rolled her eyes and, growing tired of the pony's antics, cut to the chase.
"When's the party?"
"Soon!" said the pink pony. "Hey, let me show where it is!" She then started bouncing down the street in elation.
"Now?"
"Of course!" the pink pony gave her a reply, distancing herself from the unicorn with every bound.
The unicorn hesitated for a few seconds before reluctantly leaving her home and she began to follow the pink pony. She was certain that once she knew where the party was, she could return to her house and tidy herself before it would begin.
Her mane was still soaked, some of the water now running down her coat and forelegs. With every passing second, she felt more and more humiliated and started to regret her decision to follow the pink pony. But there was no point in returning now. To wherever this pony was leading her to, she hoped there was a towel she could borrow for a minute.
"Hey!" she heard the pink pony say in her seemingly constant upbeat voice. "My name's Pinkie Pie! What's yours?"
"Okay, Pinkie Pie..." the unicorn said, her thoughts lingering on the pony's name for a moment. "I am Amberglow."
Pinkie Pie giggled. "That is a glowwy name!"
Amberglow groaned at the weak pun.
The pink pony stopped at the door of a tall house; Amberglow gave it a cursory look, noting that it looked more like a cake than a house.
"This is Sugarcube Corner and it's here where the party will be!" she shouted exuberantly.
Not wanting to stay outside in public a second longer, Amberglow deliberately ignored the pony and opened the door. All she cared for at the moment was to fetch a towel to dry her mane with.
"SURPRISE!" a wall of voices blew past her and into her ears.
Streamers, confetti and balloons poured out, some of the colorful paper decorations adhering to Amberglow's mane.
Amberglow's face displayed horror, but before she could react, the pink pony pushed her inside and to the center of the room.
"Everypony, please welcome Amberglow!" the pink mare declared to the gathering of ponies.
"Welcome to Ponyville, Amberglow!" dozens of voices celebrated in unison.
Amberglow's ears dropped. She stood silent, panic in her eyes, her mane still drenched and bright colored streamers jutting out like strands of hair.
Everypony's attention was focused on her.
She wanted to gallop out the door, but her muscles refused to listen to her brain. Maybe if she stood still and pretended not to be seen, she could disappear into thin air. Despite her strongest wishes, that came to no fruition.
The pink pony came face to face with Amberglow.
"I told you it was a surprise party!" she cheerily said, unaware of Amberglow's predicament.
Amberglow only let out a whimper.
"Enjoy the party!" Pinkie Pie wished her before she zipped into the crowd.