You awoke to a world to a world of harsh light which scorched your cornea, surrounded by white you noticed the scenery was no different that it had been for the last three days. In fact, the room you were in had barely changed in the last three months, a fact you should no well, due to events out of your control you spent much of that time here, probably more than you had spent out in the world. You were of course in Ponyville Hospital, which you had gotten to see a lot of recently.
It wasn't that you were accident prone, that was far from the truth. In fact, you were often the only pony left without injuries when accidents had happened at school and home when growing up. It just so happened that recently, you had started to be near ponies that had seem to attract a lot of hazardous events.
It had all started when that violet pony had turned up for the summer sun festival, what was her name? Ahh yes Twilight Sparkle, or something similar. She seemed to be a right cause for trouble, and since you loved reading, you and her library were often caught in the middle of it.
You looked down at your right fore hoof, tracing a line that snaked across it with your eyes. It was a scar, approximately a year old, and you remembered quite clearly how you acquired it.
It had been a quiet day in Ponyville, Pinkie was stuck behind the counter at Sugarcube Corner and therefore the town was free from her musical outbursts and sanity destroying feats. You ventured that morning to the towns library, which happened to be run by that strange violet pony that had arrived mere months before, these trips to the library were one of the few luxuries you could still manage to give yourself. You had been short of cash since you had left home after finishing school, but at least you had until recently had your writing job, it wasn't much but the cash you got from writing information pamphlets for various companies around Equestria kept food on your plate, at least it had until the Nightmare Moon incident.
In the chaos you had been trampled and of course fallen behind in your writing as you recovered in hospital. Unfortunately the large companies who hired you cared little for the cause of delays, and you soon found yourself untouchable. From then it was only the smaller companies, ones who didn't have the luxury of choice, that hired you. The pay was even worse than before, and soon the only entertainment you got were from the books from the Library.
It wasn't something you minded all that much, you were a writer after all, reading was something you regularly enjoyed doing. However, with no bits to your name beyond those that put the food on your table, you found your social circle had shrunk down to only the Librarian and her assistant. And given her regular studies, they were always busy, often too busy to be much company.
That particular day, they were as usual both up to their necks in books. The dragon, Spike you had heard Twilight call him, was busy tidying books away. Whereas, Twilight was bringing books down from the shelves and dumping them across the room at a quicker than he could put them away. Obviously this was leading to less and less room to navigate the mess safely.
You entered the library, welcoming the shade and smell of books, causing a bell to jingle as the door closed behind you. Twilight quickly glanced up from her books, recognizing you she gave a nod. "It's good to see you again," she said, accompanied with a tired smile. "Sorry I can't be of much help right now, I trust I can leave you to sign your book out yourself?" You answered her with a curt nod, already lost in searching through the books left on the shelf, trying to find something to read. Obviously this was enough for her, and she quickly returned to her task.
As you wondered over to the shelves, Spike noticed you and gave you a quick wave. You had never really exchanged words, but you had both seen each other enough to greet each other on sight. Sadly the wave meant he removed one hand from the stack of books he was carrying, and it seemed his other hand wasn't enough to carry the pile on its own. He staggered quickly across the room, almost cartoon like as he tried to maintain balance and avoid the books tumbling to the ground. It looked like his attempt was all for naught until you quickly placed your hooves either side of the stack and steadied it, allowing Spike to place them carefully on the ground.
"Thanks," the dragon said, breathing profusely as he wiped sweat from his brow. "Thought I was a goner there." He held out a claw to shake which you took without a moments pause. "Name's Spike, sorry I haven't had a chance to introduce myself yet. I know you've been in a lot recently, but as you can see, we've been kept rather busy."
Shaking your head, you responded "It's ok, I guess the Princesses student must spend a lot of time studying, and I guess that requires a lot of tidying up." Spike nodded his agreement, "My name is Quill by the way."
"Quill?" Spike looked confused, "Isn't that name kind of short for a pony. I can't imagine your parents simply naming you after a quill."
A nervous blush rose to your cheeks as he mentioned this, something everyone did when you introduced yourself was question your name, sadly this meant you would have to give your full name. Something you really hated doing.
"Well, my full name is Papyrus Parchment Golden Quillbert the Fourth."
"Wow..." he stood there open mouthed, "That definitely is a longer name."
You chuckled nervously, that was the second response you usually got when introducing yourself. "Yeah, I agree it's a bit long. It's a stupid family name thing, my dad named me after himself, and he was named after his dad. That's why I simply ask people to call me Quill. It can cause some confusion, but I think it suits me." You quickly pointed to your cutie mark as you said this, it was a large golden quill.
Spike opened his mouth to give a response, probably something witty and clever, probably. Unfortunately, he was interrupted as one of the Library's windows was smashed and you were knocked quickly off your hooves by a speeding projectile. You briefly had time to process it was actually a speeding pony that had hit you before you collided with the wall and fell unconscious. This as it happens, was rather lucky, as a few seconds later a book case fell onto one of your hooves, creating a rather ugly looking gash. Something that would of been rather painful had you still been awake.