All but Destroyed

Twilight sat at her desk, eying the paper in front of her; a quill slightly hovering to the left encased in a purple aura. It was time for her next letter to the princess, and she just didn't know what to write. She hadn't learned much about friendship in the last week at all, unless... Yes! She thought, that would work perfectly! The quill started to rapidly scratch at the parchment, filling every line with Twilight's thoughts. She continued to write for the length of five minutes, coming to a stop when she barely had enough room to add her own signature.

She slowly rolled the parchment into a perfect cylinder, sealing it with a wax stamp and tying it off with a silky red ribbon. She opened her mouth to call for Spike, but not a single syllable was spoken. She looked back at the letter that was hovering above her, wondering if the letter was truly appropriate to send to the Princess. She fell back onto her haunches, resting at the edge of her loft looking down on the library.

It seemed as if she had sat there for hours, as she most likely had done; Twilight was often lost in thought. There was even times when spike became worried for her with how long she would just sit there. She just sat in place, her eyes staring out into nothingness, her abdomen extending and contracting at a steady pace, showing that she was still breathing. She had told Spike not to worry about her when she was in thought, and she assured him that she was okay every time that it happened. He had explicit instructions not to bother her for anything. And that rule he followed very well, often falling asleep watching her from his soft, warm bed. It was almost as if she was a statue, a statue that had been brought to life and still knew nothing but how to stand still.

The room was filled with a warm glow, originating from a small group of candles that Spike had lit in order to work in the late hours of the night. He was now in bed, and he had forgot to blow out the candles yet again. Twilight walked down the stairs to the main floor of the library, her hooves making a slight click with each step. It was late at night, at least midnight by now. She paced around the candles, staring at the wax as it dripped and slowly hardened on the exterior of the candlestick. The letter put itself back into her mind, a chill engulfing her body at the thought.

She looked towards the fireplace, which was stacked with wood and not yet lit that day. She was in need of a fire. The house seemed to chill very fast tonight, or maybe it was just her. Either way, she was going to light a fire tonight. Plus, for her, a fire always seemed to help her think and ease her thoughts on any predicaments that she was facing. She aimed her purple horn towards the fireplace, a small violet flame erupting from below the logs, slowly spreading itself to the others. It began to lose its purple glow as the fire started to take control of its own destiny, eating away at anything placed in the mouth of the flame.

The fire gave off an eerie orange glow at this time of night, flickering constantly. At times, Twilight had even thought that she had seen someone standing behind her, but it was just her shadow moving from place to place in the background.

It called her... for some reason it just called to her. She adjusted her sight to the loft where the letter was resting soundly on the ledge. She looked intently at it, expecting it to call to her in some way. She expected it to do something, but she didn't know what she had expected it to do. She thought back to what she had written in the letter as her “Friendship Report”. To her, it probably wasn't that big of a deal, only to been living for a mere fifteen years. But for Celestia, what was encased in that letter, may be the end of all of Equestria. Someone who hasn't had to deal with such an atrocity in thousands of years may not take it lightly, and Twilight didn't want to get banished to the moon as Luna had.

She glanced away from the letter staring back at the fire, burning the sight of the letter out of her pupils by the flickering light. Her coat had started to get uncomfortably warm, and she noticed that she was still sitting rather close to the fireplace. She smiled and shook her head trying to figure out how she could have forgotten to back away. She took a deep breath in, letting out an audible sigh. She looked back towards the letter once more, grabbing hold of it through her telekinesis. She hovered it in front of her face for a few moments, before giving it a slight toss into the fire.

She sat there and watched as the letter burst into flames and the was melted away into the ashes below. She closed the grate in front of the fireplace to keep the random ash from catching her house on fire, and then walked back up to her loft. She climbed into her bed, closing her eyes. She knew that was the right thing to do with that letter, it was a bad idea to even have wrote it in the first place.

She awoke the next morning, her mind clean and her body refreshed. She walked slowly over to the edge of the loft, stretching as she went. When she reached the edge, she saw Spike curiously digging in the fireplace at a piece of parchment. Her eyes went wide with fear as he picked it up and read it aloud.

“The Game. Hey! Twilight! What's the Game?” he asked her with a puzzled look on his face.

A/N: I'm not sure how this may turn out, this isn't exactly the normal type of story that I generally write. I did owe it to someone to try a happier story, so that's what I did.

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P0nies

P0nies #1 · May 6th, 2012 · · ·

OK, so I'm not sure how this will turn out but I decided to give it a try. Not my usual type story, I prefer to write sad BUT I did owe it to somepony to write a different genre.

Earth Galvanising

Earth Galvanising #2 · May 6th, 2012 · · ·

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY 1.bp.blogspot.com/-_TkbcIBMy1Y/T2Ioh3r-T_I/AAAAAAAABGA/BAJcgUhFm7c/s1600/firstpost.jpg RAMPAGE! YOU ENDED IT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Rutilus.Luna

Rutilus.Luna #3 · May 6th, 2012 · · ·

That was not what I expected, but I laughed. So, well done for that. Have a thumbs up.

Parcly Taxel

Parcly Taxel #4 · May 6th, 2012 · · ·

551587

MoonChill

MoonChill #5 · May 6th, 2012 · · ·

only to been living needs correction. And may BOT take it lightly, needs to be not.
have wrote it in the first needs to be written it.

Heavy Weapons Guy

Heavy Weapons Guy #6 · May 6th, 2012 · · ·

Uh...Heavy is Genuinely confused. The Game?

nemryn

nemryn #7 · May 6th, 2012 · · ·

i.imgur.com/wBSB5.png

Isopod

Isopod #8 · May 6th, 2012 · · ·

... The Game? Er... you lose? I don' understand.

P0nies

P0nies #9 · May 6th, 2012 · · ·

552224>>552066 http://www.losethegame.com/

Isopod

Isopod #10 · May 6th, 2012 · · ·

552429

I know of "The Game" but I don't see how it fits in. I guess I am not enough of a pro in The Game to understand.

P0nies

P0nies #11 · May 6th, 2012 · · ·

552508 Maybe so.

Stalin the Stallion

Stalin the Stallion #12 · May 6th, 2012 · · ·

i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png Hi guys! Stalin and the crew are there!

i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png This particular long-shot was made due to Stalin's advice to autor "write a happy story", so i just can't not review it! Are you agree, crew?
i40.tinypic.com/30rwjmo.png Yeah! It's too rare to see somepony following your advices, boss.
i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png Indeed, i... WAIT! I suppose to be offended?
i40.tinypic.com/30rwjmo.png Nope.
i39.tinypic.com/35bxab6.png Vooooodkaaaa
i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png Good. Now, let's dig into Compilations: All but Destroyed!

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"She continued to write for the length of five minutes, coming to a stop when she barely had enough room to add her own signature."
i39.tinypic.com/35bxab6.png Eh, i KNEW it!
i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png Knew what?
i39.tinypic.com/35bxab6.png Twilight has graphomany!
i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png Ability to write your thoughts is not graphomany. It would be graphomany though if she'd make this letter four times bigger.

"He had explicit instructions not to bother her for anything. And that rule he followed very well, often falling asleep watching her from his soft, warm bed."
i40.tinypic.com/30rwjmo.png Twi, it's kinda creepy...

"he had forgot to blow out the candles yet again"
i40.tinypic.com/30rwjmo.png Well, knowing spike he'd rather light candles stronger than vlow them off. Firebreath and all :)
i43.tinypic.com/18cfvt.png Impudent morgels!
i40.tinypic.com/30rwjmo.png Ohai, Baha!
i43.tinypic.com/18cfvt.png Don't dare to call me this, flea! And what is with that comment of thou? HOW DARE YOU to talk like this about dragons?!
i40.tinypic.com/30rwjmo.png What of it?
i43.tinypic.com/18cfvt.png We dragons can CONTROL our fire b..
i39.tinypic.com/35bxab6.png "His mouth is moving but he is soundless... Am i drunk too much?"
i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png "No, it's my new awesome sound controller device! A gift from Cauterium! It can mute everything. And while he continues to preach, let's continue our stalinview!"

"To her, it probably wasn't that big of a deal, only to been living for a mere fifteen years."
i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png Tsk tsk, a problematic topic. I'd rather not to call mare 6's age, because everypony has different defenition of it. For some she is 20, for some she is 14 ect.
i43.tinypic.com/18cfvt.png Heh! You morgels are pathetic! Dragons are living for thousands of years!
i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png What the heck? This thisg isnt working anymore?
i40.tinypic.com/30rwjmo.png What is it saying?

i43.tinypic.com/14ux72x.png DAMN CAUTERIUM! How much times i have to tell you not to use that goddamn operational system! This thing got blue screen of death!
i40.tinypic.com/30rwjmo.png ...What?
i43.tinypic.com/14ux72x.png ...Never mind. Bill's fault
i39.tinypic.com/35bxab6.png What bill?

"watched as the letter burst into flames and the was melted away into the ashes below"
i42.tinypic.com/1r4u8n.png Is scroll made of metal? How paper can melt?

OVERVIEW:

i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png Well, that story was a lot of fun! But there's one thing in it, not all ponies can get it. Your brain must be bigger than donut to understand it, but still thre are some ponies who havent got it
I don't get it!
i40.tinypic.com/30rwjmo.png We dont care Baha, we don't care.

i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png Anyway, as i mentioned before, deer autor
i40.tinypic.com/30rwjmo.png You mean "dear"?
i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png Well, yes. But i like deers! And stop distracting me!
i40.tinypic.com/bjbmvs.png Anyway, this proves my words that you CAN write not-depressing fic. As a first work it has some minor flaws with understandance, but still is very enjoyable if reader get it.

VERDIKT: Good work!

emberghost