White - Princess Twilight Sparkles Castle

>That is the most stupid train I have ever seen.,

>you think to yourself. Where the hell am I going?, as you ride a much to colorful train through a much to colorful landscape. Kind of looks like you're on some kind of weak but chilly trip; it's not uncomfortable.

> Nevertheless you really don't want to do the social work the judge condemned you to, but after you got caught uploading 34 TB of Hardcore Porn to the Sony Servers for banning your account, you are happy it's only 2 Month of social work in this little village and not 2 (or more) years in jail.

> Ponyville; what a fitting name for a little village at the ass of the world, in a land you never heard of before: Equestria. Sounds like some 6 year old came up with the names, but whatever.

> As much as you found out about this place, it's inhabitants are some kind of sect or something with radioactivity or shit like that, because they have definitely too colorful skin in pretty weird colours and have some rites about talents and tattoos. Sounds like a bunch of freaks to you, but as long as they don't try to eat your hands and you will be a free man afterwards, it will be alright. Even if it will be hard living in a village without electricity, not to mention without Internet. You heard something about "Magic", but you don't really want to know what that means. And as you take a glance at your phone, you add cellular to the list of not available things.

>You sigh as you look out of the window and watch the colorful trees go by. At least it is idyllic around here, and "helping the people around the village" didn't sound so bad as a job description. Helping some "mentally challenged" but hopefully nice people with their chores is better than most of the jobs you did before. Maybe it's even a nice one, you might even stay there in that case, it's not like there is anything that holds you elsewhere. Somewhere to stay with the feeling of being home....that would be nice, you guess.

>Enough of the sentimental nonsense, you tell yourself. I don't want to fuck this up, so I better go through this once more. You're going to Ponyville, a little village in the middle of a country called Equestria, whose capital is named Canterlot, where the ruling royalty resides. There is no king or anything, just four princesses, two of them in Canterlot, one in the Crystal Empire, somewhere around the country, and one in Ponyville itself, named Twilight Sparkle.

>Six year old namegiver strikes again, you interrupt your own flow of thoughts, but you will accustom to that you guess.

>And exactly that Princess Twilight Sparkles Castle, you pick up the flow again, I will have to look for once you arrive at the station in Ponyville, what should be like any moment now. You were told you will stay there during your worktime, to be looked over; even if you're not exactly sure what to think about that.

>And as you still worry about dungeons und getting the most ridiculous names getting tacked on you, the train comes to a halt and you see a little colourful train station to your left.

> You pick up your bags and step out of the train, into the most beautiful weather you ever experienced. The sun shines with a warmth you never witnessed before, and you feel like you would never get a sunburn from it, no matter how long you stay inside it's warming light. The wind is going lightly, or not at all, you can not tell for sure. You hear some birds singing and the mumbling of a small, distant river. You just let go of your bags and breath the purest air you ever breathed.

>And as you stand on the platform of this little train station , your eyes closed, in the middle of what feels like uncommon paradise, you hear a smooth, melodic voice: "Hello? Darling, may I help you?"
>Being reminded of your surroundings, you slowly start opening your eyes while saying:
"Yes, sure, I just arrived and am currently searching for....oh....wow....hi."
>Well; there goes your eloquence, the moment you realize whom you're talking to. In front of you stands a beautiful girl with purple hair. Her skin is completely white, but not the common never-seen-the-sun-pale, it's if it's pure marble, almost unreal, but in this environment it looks just suited. Her hair seems almost impossible, you have never seen that perfect located hair. She wears a very light blue shirt and a tigh long, purple skirt with 3 embroidered sky blue gems on it, and the same gems on her long purple boots and as a barrette in her shimmering, flowing hair.

>She giggles at your reaction of her appearance and blushes a little under your amazed gaze, which makes her even cuter. You endeavour to bring out the right words, in order to attempt becoming 20% cooler again, and eventually get to say:
"....Princess Twilight Sparkles Castle....I am the new guy."
>Not your masterpiece, but it will do it for now. "Enchanted to see you dear", the girl answers; interesting style of speaking by the way; you say to your self, "I have heard that you will arrive today, must have slipped my mind. I am Rarity, pleasure to meet you." You tell her your name, too, and start to calm down a little.
"So you do you know....why I am here?", you ask her nervously, fearing what might come.
>"Yes of course darling, Princess Celestia told us everything, you did a cappricio on an important person in your home town and now you're here to learn the values of friendship. And there is no better place for doing so then here, in Ponyville."

>She gives you a big, heartwarming smile and you decide to allow that to stand. If their sovereign decided, that this is was they need to hear, you better not interfere with that, your not even sure you could explain it to her.
"So, you know where Princess Twilight Sparkles Castle is, right? Because I am meant to meet her there and as far as I know, I also will stay there while I am here in Ponyville."
>"Oh of course my dear, how could I have forgotten! You are so lucky to stay in this marvelous Castle, I am just so jealous about it, all those remarkable treasures and all the beauty...."
"Er....Rarity, the castle? Lead the way please?"
>She stops midsentence and blushes to a bright red. "....Of course, sorry my dear, I got carried away...." And with a sweep trough her hair, she turns on the spot und starts walking a little to fast along the platform. You smirk, pick up your bags and follow her through the wonderful weather.