The day is beautiful. The sun is shining on Ponyville, and the clouds were cleared enough to make everything look scenic. It was a weekend, so little colts and fillies were running around, having fun, while most mares and stallions are either shopping or hanging out. A small group of birds fly by as a purple stallion walks into town. He isn't really noticed by anypony and walks straight past them all. He walked up to a dim-lit house and walked inside, closing the door slowly and quietly.

A few hours later, everypony was starting to head home. It was already dark, and the stars were bright that night. Running home, was a little filly, she was rushing across the park. She stopped when she saw a pony sitting at the top of a hill. He was just sitting there, staring at the stars. The filly was curious about who this pony was. She started to walk away but her curiosity overcame her and she walked over to the mysterious pony.
"Um... Hello…" Said the filly.
The purple pony looked back at the young filly, his eyes studying her. After a few moments, the filly started to feel a tad uncomfortable. The purple pony then smiled.
"Hello."
"W-who are you? I haven't seen you around here before." The filly said in a rather assertive tone.
"My name is Psyche. I'm new here." He stared deep into the eyes of the filly, who became even more uncomfortable and started to walk away.
"Well… nice meeting you I guess…" She turned and started walking away.
"Goodbye Diamond Tiara." He said as he looked back to the sky. Diamond stopped in shock. She never told him her name. 'How did he know…?' She looked back at Psyche and then dashed home, extremely confused.

The next morning, Diamond had told her friend Silver Spoon about Psyche.
"Really? Are you sure?" Said Silver.
"Positive! I never told him my name… he just knew." Diamond said, still a bit puzzled from everything.
"Maybe he heard about you from a newspaper, or he knows your father in some way?" Silver said, trying to figure it all out. Diamond sighed and shrugged. In the back, three ponies overheard the conversation.
"Psyche…?" Apple Bloom asked.
"I've never heard of him." Sweetie Belle said, trying to remember any new ponies she met.
"What kind of name is Psyche…?" Scootaloo asked, the other two fillies looking at her with bland expressions. "What? It's an odd name!"
"Well we should go say hi!" Apple Bloom said. "It's not very often a new pony moves here." The girls nodded, and went back to the school building as recess was ending.

Later that night, the three girls went to the place Diamond had talked about, and like she said, a lone purple pony was sitting there, staring at the sky. The girls didn't want to spook him, so they walked a bit louder than normal, to give warning that they were there. The purple pony's ear twitched as he heard the loud steps towards him. He didn't face them, or move an inch. The girls looked to each other and after a minute, Sweetie Belle stepped forward.
"Hello… Mister?" She said softly.
"Hello, little filly." He said, copying her soft tone. He blinked once and turned around. He looked down at the three fillies, his big red eyes staring at them. Scootaloo tilted her head slightly, trying to make sense of the look he was giving.
"How may I assist you girls?" He asked, a small smile forming. Apple Bloom stepped next to Sweetie Belle.
"We… We wanted to introduce ourselves. We heard y'all were new here. Ah'm Apple Bloom."
"I'm Sweetie Belle!"
"And I'm –"
"Scootaloo. A pleasure to meet you all, my name is Psyche." He said with a smile, breaking eye contact with Scootaloo. Scootaloo was wide-eyed, as were the rest of the girls. "Tell me… What is this Cutie Mark Crusaders thing?" He asked, looking generally interested. The girl's jaws dropped a bit. They never mentioned anything about the Cutie Mark Crusaders. They were originally going to mention it, but they wanted introductions done first.
"Oh… was I supposed to let you tell me about it first?" Psyche asked with a small laugh. "Such an open mind you have Scootaloo." He said patting her head softly. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle looked at Scootaloo, who was confused more than she had ever been in her whole life.
"Y-Yeah… We are the Cutie Mark Crusaders! W-We go around, trying to find out what our special talent is…" Sweetie Belle said, breaking the long silence.
"How interesting! A little group dedicated to discovery… I love the idea of it." He said softly. "I remember getting my cutie mark; it was an odd discovery…" He turned to the side, showing the mark of five golden stars. The girls looked at it and tilted their heads, not understanding what it meant.
"What does the cutie mark mean Psyche?" Apple Bloom asked.
"It means I'm a Star Gazer. A pony who loves to just stare up at the stars."
"That's not a very interesting talent…" Scootaloo says. Sweetie Belle instantly elbows her in the side for being rude, causing Scootaloo to give her an angry look.
Psyche laughed softly. "Well maybe not to you fillies. But when I look at the stars I see everything that could be. Limitless possibilities at the blink of an eye. All among the twinkling lights of the night sky…" He said softly. Apple Bloom looked up at the stars and smiled.
"Ah think it's a great talent…" She said. "It's unique too… Not many ponies around here are… star gazers."
"Yes. I've noticed. I'm alone in that department. But aw well. It's not so bad, I get peace, and the other ponies don't even notice me here."
"But," Sweetie Belle started. "You knew Scootaloo's name… and about the Cutie Mark Crusaders before we told you. How did you do that?"
"Ah yes, that… Well girls, I'm… a psychic."
"A psychic…?" Scootaloo looked at him with disbelief.
"Indeed. Do you want some more proof? I can show you some tricks." He said with a smile.
Scootaloo nodded, and Psyche walked up to her, and stared deeply into her eyes, not blinking once. After a minute, he closed his eyes. "An only child, a filly who wishes to soar, to fly high among the clouds with an idol… A blue Pegasus with an unnatural mane. Yet… you can't fly. So sad… to be grounded against your will. I feel for you little one, I really do." He said.
Scootaloo's eyes widened once again and she stepped back. "You… You read my mind!?"
"Partially… mind reading is difficult… plus it's not my main field of Psychic ability. This is." He said, looking to Apple Bloom, his eyes shone a soft purple. Apple Bloom felt a funny ticklish feeling and slowly lifted into the air. She squeaked and wiggled her hooves around as she floated. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo stared in amazement as Psyche performed the trick. He let her down gently and smiled.

Apple Bloom giggled and hopped around a bit. "That was fun! How'd ya do that!?" She asked, her eyes beaming with curiosity.
"I've practiced for a very long time." He looked up at the sky. "It was a pleasure meeting you girls. Thank you for coming to see me. It's getting late however. You should go home now." He said, turning away from them and looking back out at the sky. The girls whined but nodded and started to walk home. Scootaloo turned around and smiled.
"See ya around, Psyche!" She then ran off to catch up with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. Psyche smiled, feeling the warm comfort of new friends. He already enjoyed this place. He decided he would go meet some ponies tomorrow. For now, he did what he always did, gazed at the stars and wondered of the future.