Books, books, and more books. Some about magic, some about history, and others about the adventures of fictional characters.
Every time I enter Twilight’s humble tree house of a library, I am barraged by the sight of hundreds and hundreds of books. Books on the shelves, books on the floor, on tables, desks, stands, and chairs.
Even so, it’s usually organized chaos. As the egghead of the group, Twi’ always has her books arranged in some kind of logical order. This was different though. This time, it’s utter disaster. Not only are there books sprawled out in random places across the span of the library, but they are accompanied by magazines, catalogs, newspapers, and other articles of writing that Twilight doesn’t normally take a liking to.
Immediately knowing something was wrong, I call out to Twilight. “Twilight is everything okay?” No response. “Twilight?”
I hear some rummaging coming from the far left corner of the room. It’s faint, but there is clearly movement near the furthest bookshelf away. “Twilight?” I say a bit softer.
Slowly but surely, I inch towards the bookshelf. As I draw nearer, I notice all of the books on the shelf, and the floor around the shelf, have something to do with love and relationships. It is extremely unlikely of Twilight to be researching on something of that nature, no offense to her.
To my left is the shelf, and to my right is an enormous pile of books, probably able to fit two adolescent ponies in its core. Out of nowhere, the books top of the book pile fly into the air, and out pops Spike where the books used to be.
“Whoa!” I yelp in surprise. “Oh, sorry Rainbow Dash,” says Spike wholeheartedly. “I didn’t know you were here. Although I did hear somepony talking a second ago, but I thought it was only Twilight.”
“It’s alright, Spike,” I say, accepting his apology. “You didn’t mean it.” My mind turns back to the thought of all of those love books. “Hey Spike?” I ask. “What’s with all of these books? I never thought Twilight had so many about….that sort of thing.” Spike’s face immediately turns red and he starts fidgeting around with his foot as he proceeds with his response, “Actually…their mine.”
This is not at all a surprise to me. I and every other pony know that Spike has a huge crush on Rarity, except for Rarity herself. I guess he’s just trying to find some advice on dating or something. Although it does seem that he went a little overboard with the searching. Wait….of course he did! Rarity’s birthday is next week! He’s trying to figure out what to give her! Awww, that little rascal!
“EEEEEEEKK!” I hear somepony screaming. Spike and I turn around, now viewing the source of the noise that had torn our ears to shreds. It’s Twilight Sparkle, her face containing a look of a mixture between complete shock and maniacal rage, standing in the entrance, the door wide open. It seems that she has just returned from an errand, for there are bags on the floor containing food items. She must have dropped them from her mouth after her sudden yelp she had emitted.
“What…did…you…do…to…my…LIBRARY?!?” Twilight hollers in blazing fury, seeing the room cluttered with unorganized books and papers. “She did it!” Spike quickly says, pointing to me as the perpetrator. “What? No! Why would I do this? It was Spike!” I retort.
Twilight, now with a look of confusion, looks from Spike, to me, then back to Spike. She then eyes the many books on the floor near us. It seems like she is observing the subject of each book. After a few seconds, she looks like she definitely knows who had done the deed.
“Yes, Spike, why would Rainbow want to do this? I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to read anything to do with love right now. But I think YOU do,” says Twilight with an interrogation-like style. Spike turns from looking afraid to defeated, knowing he was caught. “I’m sorry Twilight, but I really need to decide what to get Rarity for her birthday.” I knew it. “It’s only a week away, and I still haven’t come up with anything good…,” Spike says solemnly.
“Listen, Spike,” Twilight starts, “I understand that you care for Rarity very much, but that doesn’t mean you have the right to make trouble for another pony for your own gain.” Spike seems to understand and lowers his head in shame. Knowing he needs some comfort, I place my hoof on his shoulder to get his attention. “Everypony makes mistakes, Spike,” I begin, “The important thing is that you learn from it. Here, let’s help Twi’ clean up.”
Twilight uses her magic to reorganize the fallen books back onto their respective shelves, and Spike and I throw away the unimportant garbage, like the newspapers and magazines that Twi’ doesn’t want or need. It takes about ten minutes in all, but we get it done. The magic certainly helps. No doubt it would’ve taken much longer without it.
Spike, feeling satisfied with his work and need to make up for his folly, retreats to his room, probably to catch some Z’s after his long day of ‘studying’.
Finally, I’m able to ask the question that led me here in the first place. “Hey Twilight?” I ask. “Yes?” replies Twi’. “Is it possible to travel to space?”
Twilight just stood there, a look of complete surprise on her face.