PRIVATE THREAD. OOC HERE: http://mlpforums.com/topic/69706-new-to-ponyville/
Many ponies have dreams of fame and fortune,or a certain pony's dream of being in the Royal Guard, but Trinity is no average pony...
As Trinity silently glided through the dark tunnels, her breath was hot with anticipation and anxiety. Was he here? Had she been fooled out of her monthly earnings? "No, I shouldn't think like that." She thought adamantly, he had to be here. Otherwise, how would she become the greatest assassin in the world?
And just as she had so desperately hoped, the silhouette of the old stallion she had heard of was there, sitting in the middle of the room facing what seemed to be a single, flickering candle with his back to her. "Are you who they said I should see?" Trinity called, her voice splitting the silence. The silhouette did not move. Had He heard her?
As she was about to repeat herself, he said briskly as he began to rise, "What is it you have come to ask of me?" in a low, husky voice. She thought on her answer carefully, not wanting to seem a fool. As he rose, she could she a long, gleaming horn on the top of his head. She became increasingly nervous as she still did not know what to say, and could her herself begin to stammer. He was very close now, but the candle light still made his face a mere silhouette.
"Could this truly be the one I seek?" She thought with a flickering doubt.
"Speak!" He shouted loudly, cutting off her thoughts as she gasped. The candle had gone out as he had uttered the single word, leaving her in darkness. "Why have you come to me?" his voice echoed behind her, as if He was circling around her. She knew that what little confidence she had brought to this place had abandoned her by now.
"I want to learn your ways," she said, determined to at least get her point across. As the silence began to creep in she added. "I want to be an assassin."
The darkness of the room made her uneasy, and as He remained silent, she became worried that He had left, and that her endeavors had been for nothing. Then, a small white light began glowing, and she realized it was his horn, and that it was getting brighter and brighter, until she had to cover her eyes with one of the wings. Even with her eyes shut, and covered with her wings, the blinding flash that erupted from his horn seemed to fill the entire room.
As the light dimmed, but never fully faded, she saw that he had lit the many lights placed around the room with his flash of light. And as the room was now visible, she saw it was a large round room, carved out of the stone like everything else in these tunnels. "So, will you teach me?" She spoke, louder and more clearly, having gained confidence in being able to see.
"What do you hope to achieve with such skills?" He asked calmly. She saw now that He was a gray unicorn, with golden eyes and a white beard, mane, and tail. He was not nearly as terrifying as before.
This question was one she had asked herself many times, and always answered with the same, confident answer: "I want to be the greatest assassin in the world" She looked at him with pride. But her gaze was met eyes much more serious.
"You are not ready," He said briskly as he turned his back and began to walk away. And suddenly, all the fear and anxiety she had shoved away before about this encounter came flooding back.
"What! No! You haven't even seen what I can do! What makes you think you could possibly make that assumption?" She would not let this end so quickly. She was definitely ready! He couldn't possibly brush her off like this so quickly!
"Everything! You are scared, you are hesitant, you are fool enough to have lost all your money trying to find me, you are weak!" He called at her, as a glowing bag that he was levitating came to her, as she realized it was the same bag of bits that she had traded for information on this very location. She couldn't believe it, all of her effort for this? NO.
She flew over as fast as she could to cut in his path. He look unimpressed, despite her infuriated expression. "You expect me to just leave? After all I went through, for NOTHING?" She would not leave empty-handed. Who did He think he was?
"I expect you to leave, and come back when you are ready to listen." The Unicorn said as he continued around her, and the room's light began to slowly fade.
"I am ready now." She said poignantly.
"We shall soon know the truth of it, come."
Impulse couldn't believe it, she was finally leaving home. She had always promised herself she would someday leave home, and now she had packed her things and hit the road. Baltimare simply was not the place she belonged, she had decided, so she had packed her belongings and made for Canterlot. But, as she soon discovered, the years worth of her wages as a cashier at a local cafe was nowhere near enough to get her an apartment, or even a cheap motel-let a alone a house- in the center of of trade and wealth of Equestria. So, as she continued down the mountain, her shoulders and back ached with the burdening weight of the wagon that carried her belongings.
"Squeak! Squeak!" she heard from behind her as her pet rat Gizmo rustled huffily from his nap, which he had taken in her clothing sack.
"Well I can't help it if you're tired, and you have sleeping the entire trip!" Impulse called back at him, she had been dragging this cart around for an entire day, and night was beginning to fall, and they still had no place to stay. "Celestia knows what I would do for a hoof-picking."
As, they still had no place to go, she was forced to make a small camp for the night. "Oh, why did things have to go like this? Why couldn't I have just been accepted by the guard recruiter in Baltimare? Nothing is going how I hoped!"
As she bundled up in her thin blanket, she closed her eyes and tried to dream of what good fortune she would have in the morning.