AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first OC fanfiction, so constructive criticism is very much appreciated. How much you guys ask for a new chapter, determines how quickly I will update. But without further adieu, let us begin the story.

Chapter 1: The New Guy

It was a very interesting day, more interesting than most I guess. Here, let me explain why. My name is Elie, I was born and raised in Appleoosa, and to most ponies I wouldn't look like much at first glance. I wouldn't consider myself good-looking, but I wouldn't necessarily consider myself ugly either. I've got a blonde mane and an orange-yellow coat, if that means anything.

Anyway, right now I'm on a large train bound for Ponyville. I'm sitting in the far back left looking out the window at the passing countryside; train rides are so boring. A stallion with an hourglass as a cutie mark comes over and sits down in front of me.

"Hello there, I'm the doctor," he says as he holds out his hoof for me to shake and he gives a warm smile. Well, one thing's for sure, this guy has a heck of a British accent.

"Doctor who?" I say as I shook his hoof. That's funny; he's the first pony I've ever seen that wears a tie. I wouldn't say it looks half bad though.

"Just the doctor is fine. Where are you heading on this glorious day my friend?" His outgoing and friendly behavior sort of reminded me of home. Now that I really think about it, I'm gonna miss that place.

"I've got a one way ticket to Ponyville," I reply. I watch him as he picks up the teapot and pours some into a white cup.

"Ah, that sounds lovely, and what is in Ponyville?" He takes a sip from his cup. The train has gotten out of the desert and has now entered into a field and forest terrain. We must be getting close.

"I'm not sure, I was hoping maybe I can start my own farm there," I say as I pour myself a cup of tea.

"That's a great answer," he says, "I find that if you worry too much about the future, you start losing sight of the present." He picks up his blue suitcase and sets it down next to the window.

"I agree one hundred percent," I laugh. The train makes a loud screech as it comes to a halt. "I guess this is my stop."

"It seems so. Hey; I never got your name?"

"My name's Elie," I said. I took one last sip from my tea before standing up and grabbing my suitcase.

"Alright Elie, if you ever need me just let me know. Nice meeting you," he says as he takes another sip from his tea.

"Nice meeting you too." I stepped off the train and took a good look around. Well it's certainly cooler here, but I couldn't complain; in Appleoosa, the sun is out 24/7.

I walk through the streets of the town noticing several different buildings, none of which seems to be a motel. Lots of wide open space though, plenty of room for a farm. This place doesn't seem half bad. Sure, it wasn't the same as Appleoosa, but this place is good too.

My stomach makes a loud growl. Oh, I haven't had food since this morning, I'm starving. I started to look around and notice a building that resembles a diner.

I take a seat and soon a waitress came out to take my order.

"Hi there, may I take your order?" she says with a wide grin. The mare had a cream colored coat and a deep blue mane.

With a curious tone I say, "Hiya, I'm new around here and I don't really know what you guys got here. Oh, I know, just surprise me."

"Hmm. How does a daisy sandwich sound to you?"

"That sounds just perfect, thanks. Oh, and make it to go."

"Alrighty, I'll be back in a little." She says as she walks through the door of the building.

As I am looking around at the nearby homes, admiring the beauty of ponyville, I overhear the two mares at the table across from me talking about Sweet Apple Acres. My buddy back in Appleoosa, the one they call Braeburn, used to talk about that place from time to time. That sounds like a good place to stay at. Just then, the waitress came back out with my order.

"Here you are sir, one daisy sandwich." She says as she sets a brown bag on the table I'm sitting at. "On the house, since you're new around town and all."

I was shocked at how kind she was. I hope all the ponies here are this nice. "Well that's awful kind of you, thanks. And, uh, could you direct me towards Sweet Apple Acres, please?"

She gesture a hoof towards the forest and says, "Just keep going that way until you get to the apple trees, keep walking down the dirt path and you'll see it. You have a nice day now."

"You too," I says as she walks back inside. I pick up my bags and start walking toward the forest. Sweet apple Acres, here I come.