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// Interlude: time Passes 
// Story: I, Little Pony 
// by Lux 
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Interlude: Time Passes

I just looked back at those last things I wrote, and I could see that I was rambling! I guess that’s one of my problems I have. I start on something and can write on and on about it. A few pages later and everypony that reads it is now asleep or wanting to run far away from me as possible forgetting that they even heard the name Quill Flourish.

Oh dear, now I’m rambling about rambling. Sorry about that. I’m glad that you stuck in there to read my tale of how I became a pony and the events leading up to being here in Ponyville. But you don’t want to hear about all the details of me moving my stuff into the apartment and the everyday life of being a pony in a world meant for humans, right? Yeah, that might be as fun as watching paint dry. So apologies for rambling through those last chapters. The next ones I’m sure will be the stuff of many of those fanfics you read. There will be mystery, danger, a villain, a friend, and even a little romance! 

So to set things up, I want to briefly breeze through that first week in Michelle’s apartment. It’s funny as I still call it hers even though I lived there too. Old habits die hard I guess. Anyway, like I said before, I finally learned some telekinesis which helped immensely with living in a place built for humans. Michelle was surprised to find that the spare bedroom was cleared and ready for my things to be moved in. Of course I had to hide in the bathroom when she and her friends came with my bed and other furniture. 

That bathroom became like a second home every time a friend would come to pick Michelle up. Her friends would always wonder why they could no longer hang out at her apartment or who the mysterious new roommate was that they always found in the bathroom, or why the place had a faint smell of an animal different from Tiger being there. But Michelle always was able to come up with excuses as to all the mysteries. It’s hard to keep a secret, especially a big one like having a living raspberry colored cartoon unicorn pony living there. I would soon learn what happens when my secret did get out, but that for a later chapter. 

Speaking of Tiger, the demonic cat, let’s just say I took care of that. No, the cat was fine, but I wanted to make sure that her days of trying to scratch and bite me were over. But let me rewind things a bit. Life in the apartment was fairly basic. I’d get up, shower, eat breakfast, and say goodbye to Michelle as she went to work. The rest of the day I was free to do as I pleased. It was strange having all that time when I usually would be working or shopping, or other things. But I wasn’t ever somepony to get bored easily and would find something that needed to be done.

The first few days I spent getting my room to my liking by unpacking everything that I saved, placing it where it needed to be. In doing so I practiced my telekinesis, learning how to lift things big and small. There were setbacks as I ended up using too much force of a box, but over time I learned to control my newfound powers. I also helped out Michelle by doing things around the house like cleaning or cooking. Although she always scolded me for doing that, deep down I knew she was grateful. 

Back to Michelle’s demon cat, I decided one day that it was time to face Tiger. Besides this fact, I needed a new challenge with my magic: a moving target. I prepared myself and opened the door to the closet prison where Tiger spent the majority of her time imprisoned in. The cat looked at me like she was about to make sure she was never put back into that place again. She sprung at me, claws and teeth bared. I tried to grab her with my magic but missed and dodged out of the way. The second time she charged I missed again. This time I wasn’t so lucky as she dug into my side, hoping to inflict as much pain as possible for a cat. But through the pain I focused and grabbed the cat and lifted her high in the air. Tiger started freaking out that she was floating in the air feet away from her prey, unable to move or attack. I dropped her and she tried to attack again but I was ready and lifted her up. This went on for a good hour until finally Tiger realized that her days of attacking me were over. Exhausted she collapsed on the floor in a ball of fur. After that Tiger at least tolerated me there in the apartment. 

Besides moving things and battling a crazy cat, I wrote. Writing was therapy for me, to get my mind off of the craziness of my new life. And wouldn’t you know it, I was actually better at it than I was as a human! Of course I realized that when I made Quill Flourish her talent and what her cutie mark represented was writing, so there was no surprise to my ability. Sometime I would write about my feelings, other times fiction. Yet each thing I wrote helped me immensely. 

There were those times that I would watch My Little Pony on TV or see one of my pony things and think about being there, having fun and being free with those I knew from the show instead of being cooped up in an apartment afraid to show my face. Don’t get me wrong, I love what Michelle did for me. Without her, I might have been out on the streets scrounging for food and avoiding all contact with others. But yet there was part of me that wanted to do more with my life rather than spend the rest of my days hiding. I knew that traveling to Ponyville was something that I couldn’t even figure out how I would do that or how I would break the news to Michelle. She was always supportive of me and would be happy to see me happily living in Ponyville, but still I knew she would miss me deeply. 

But in my free time I wondered if someone else was out there like me, a human who loved ponies and wished to be one and then one day awoke as one like me. It sounded so farfetched, but then again so was what happened to me. Never in a million years did I expect to become a pony, but here I was.  I didn’t know if I should risk meeting somepony like that or even if I could find one like that. Yet sometimes when we think that something is impossible it can actually happen. 
And that something, or in this case somepony, was a stallion named Brush Stroke.