Ch.5
Running through the mud out-front the quaint-in-appearance cottage, my hooves begin to slip, causing me to fall to my rump and start sliding uncontrollably down the hill my home seems to dominate. I keep sliding until my back hooves finally slam against the lip of the bridge and my balance is regained. I bolt for town central counting my steps in my head, trying to keep a steady pace and rhythm. Ponies around me stare and back away from me in fear. Others just move to stay out of my way.
Upon reaching Downtown Ponyville I signal for a cart, most carts just ignore me except one; a black painted cart with rev crushed velvet seats and a hole-filled red umbrella covering it, I jump on without second thoughts and yell to the driver my destination. The pure black stallion with violet eyes pulling the cart bucks in understanding and makes an A line for Twilight Sparkle's house.
CLICK-CLAK-CLICK-CLAK
The cart bounces back and forth from the uneven cobble stone road. All around me ponies stop and stare. I try to ignore them and brush it off.
Finally I arrive at my destination. Twilight's library-tree-house for the first time is actually a comfort to see. The outside of it is cheery and inviting. I don't dare to take my eyes off the building even when I hand the coach my payment. I'm hoping Twilight will be the solution to all my problems. I walk up to a large red double door with a picture of a lit candle on it.
Seems friendly enough. I try to reassure myself.
I knock on the door but there is no answer, so I just go ahead and invite myself in.
I wasn't at all ready or in a stable enough condition for what I see next.