"Ugghhh. Mellll, I need heeelp." Harper whined.
I turned from my own desk, where I was just about to start Headmare Twilight's homework. I'd saved it for last because I knew I'd enjoy writing it and probably lose track of time.
"What is it Harp?"
"I finished my drawing, but I don't know what to write for the paragraph." Harper held it up to me.
The drawing was very well done, Harper had inked over the sketch and everything. It showed Princess Celestia and Princess Luna with chains around their necks, heads bowed. The chains led to the Lord Tirek, who gripped them in his hand while he faced away from them, extending his other hand towards a crowd of ponies, the expression on his face full of want. He was demanding something from them, it seemed.
"How about...'Without Scorpan's warning, the Princesses would have been caught by surprise, and Tirek would have easily overpowered them. With the Princesses imprisoned and the magic of the two alicorns at his fingers, Equestria would have been Tirek's for the taking'." I suggested
"Thanks Mel, you're the best." Harper set the drawing down and grabbed their quill, writing the words I'd spoken.
"I try." I joked, then turned back to my own paper.
Actually, Harper's drawing gave me an idea. But first, I'd need some stimulation. I grabbed my headphones from the desk. I usually kept them in Harper and I's room during class. It was too much of a temptation to wear them around my neck during class. I slipped them on and tapped the side to start the music.
It was my personal playlist magically placed on a chip that was in the headphones. When I found a new song I liked, I would take the chip to Ponyville's resident DJ, Vinyl Scratch, who'd put it on for me. Songbird Serenade's "Chase the Sky" began playing. I picked up my preferred Number 2 pencil and began writing, humming along.
"Very good Miss Lynn. Miss Song, you're next." Headmare Twilight said. I slid out of my seat and went to the front of the class, taking a deep breath. I hope they like it.
"Tired, weary ponies trudge past the spires of Canterlot, chains around their necks. Their eyes are dull and their legs buckle as they struggle to stay upright. The Almighty Lord Tirek had taken their magic and leaves them to suffer. Most of them do his bidding and serve him blindly, or face the consequences.
Without Scorpan's warning the Princesses have been overthrown and lie in the depths of Tartarus. Scorpan was exiled by his brother and forced to return to the lands they came from. Any foals born are taken and have their magic removed by Tirek to prevent new magic emerging from the ashes of their ancestors and attacking him. Lord Tirek reigns, the supreme ruler over the ponies of Equestria.
Equestria has become barren and lifeless. Food is scarce without the Earth Ponies to farm the land and grow crops. Without Unicorn magic, the ponies are unable to make solid homes and keep the little food they have from spoiling. There is no weather, because the Pegasi cannot lift their wings to fly and change the seasons.
Soon, Lord Tirek will grow hungry for more magic, just as the Changelings used to do for love. He will seek the magic of lands beyond Equestria to satiate his hunger. Tirek will force the ponies of Equestria into battle until every creature in the world is deprived of their magic and bows to him."
I finished reading my story and looked up. Everycreature is at the edge of their seat. Well, Orchid looks like she's falling asleep, but who cares about her opinion.
"That was fantastic Miss Song." Headmare Twilight said, then looked towards my flank and smiled. "You might want to look down."
I glanced down and gasped. My cutie mark had appeared.
"Finally!" I heard Harper yell.
The mark was a yellow pencil, not unlike my favorite Number 2 pencil. Then, I saw, on top of the yellow pencil, was a musical eighth note. Like my name suggests, I am a good singer, so that might explain the music note.
I trotted back to my seat, after handing in my paper. Headmare Twilight continued on with the lesson. At lunch, Harper and I sat down by the stream outside the school to talk.
"This is amazing! You've finally got a cutie mark!" Harper hugged me eagerly.
"I know Harp, it's so exciting. Clearly my cutie mark is telling me that my destiny is writing."
"Yeah, and you can sing like heck girl! I bet that's what the music note means!"
"Actually, you know that when I sing in public I get nervous. That I can't stand the spotlight. And, this is an eighth note, which is only held for an eighth of the whole note. I think the musical note signifies my desire to sing but my eagerness to step off the stage." I replied. Harper blinked.
"This is why you're one of Headmare Twilight's favorites."
I couldn't help laughing. After all the drama that had happened with Orchid? Why would anyone want me to be their favorite student? I was nice, sure, and excelled in school. But I was just a normal Pegasus, unlike the five other creatures that went here. They stood out and clearly got special attention from the teachers.
I couldn't do anything special, except write, apparently. Sure, writers probably get paid well, if you look at examples like A.K Yearling and Regal Jasmine-the author of the Harriet Powell series. But writing was hard to get into, seeing as how publishers and editors probably decide out of hundreds of ponies whose books to publish.
"Please, me? Headmare Twilight's favorite? What have I ever done to earn that title?"
"Don't sell yourself short quite yet Miss Song." I looked up in shock to see Headmare Twilight looking at me and Harper.
"H-Headmare Twilight, did you need something?" I asked
"Yes, I need to speak with you. Please follow me Miss Song." Headmare Twilight said.
"Good luck." Harper hissed, and I gulped. We knew that Headmare Twilight could be very strict when she wanted to be.