Still a Changeling, still in Equestria.
With a deep sense of resignation, I cast the blankets from my body, freeing me from the temptations of sleep once more.
My morning routine ran similarly to its predecessor, minus one embarrassing situation with Princess Celestia. That is, until I went downstairs.
“Why are you in my house?”
Though I had grown used to Celestia’s company, I had never expected to see her so soon after our first encounter. But, lo and behold, resting by a recently lit fireplace, was a white alicorn.
“What? I brought breakfast…” With a gesture of her hoof, Celestia pointed towards a small creamy white bag, resting on my coffee table.
“It’s still weird to enter someone’s house uninvited.” I replied, as I trotted towards the couch facing opposite hers.
“Technically, I have ownership of this house. That makes you the uninvited guest, if you think about it.”
“Uh huh,” I said, unimpressed.
“Not impressed?” Celestia asked, reading me perfectly, as per usual.
“Must you always psychoanalyze everything?”
“Just you…”
“Forgive me if I withhold my enthusiasm.”
“Nothing to forgive, now how about breakfast?”
With an ache in my stomach that could only be satisfied by food, I leaned towards the bag Celestia had mentioned earlier and held it between my front hooves. I had almost opened it when a memory of another certain gift, packaged in white, came to mind. As a precaution, I tilted the bag in Celestia’s direction right before I opened it.
Thankfully, for my pride’s sake, those fears were not unfounded. A pop, followed by colorful confetti, launched out of the bag and directly towards the utterly surprised Princess. When the small puff of smoke cleared, a very displeased Celestia was all that remained.
“You’re getting better…”
“Yeah…” I said, grabbing the prize, an apple, from the bag and taking a bite out of it, “I guess I’m too good for you.”
“You sure?”
Celestia’s total confidence gave me pause as I swallowed the first bite of fruit.
“What did you…?” I started to say, before really tasting the apple, “You put hot sauce on this, didn’t you?”
The Princess only offered a small shrug.
“This is why I hate mornings…”
“Was it really that bad?”
“Yes, yes it was.”
It took several cups of coffee, complements of the princess, to finally get the wretched burning sensation out of my mouth. I could, however, take some solace in the fact that Celestia had taken almost as long to get all the confetti out of her mane. Though I wasn’t keeping score, I estimated that she was still one prank ahead of me.
And don’t you forget it!
Doesn’t a stallion have the right to privacy in his own head?
Citizens do.
Very funny…
“Can I ask you why you decided to visit my house, without warning?” I asked, ending the mental bickering match.
“You can,” replied Celestia.
“Are we really going to play this game?” I asked.
“Only until it gets boring,” Celestia countered.
“Fine, why are you in my house?”
“To talk to you.”
“About what?”
“Your progress.”
“Uh, huh,” I said, thinking, “and how am I doing?”
“Strangely,” Celestia replied seriously.
Her response took me aback. Though I would agree that the methods that I had employed to introduce myself to Rarity were unusual, I was surprised that she knew. Either Rarity wrote to the Princess or she was spying. It wasn’t hard to figure out which of the two.
“How?” I asked. I hadn’t specified, but Celestia figured out what I had meant easily enough.
“Well…” Celestia started, but as she had not needed specifics I hadn’t needed answers to know what had happened.
Sigh…
“You read my mind in my sleep, didn’t you?” I asked, eyebrows raised in mock surprise
“Saying it like that makes it sound like I did something wrong.”
I merely stared back, an unimpressed look painted on my face.
“How much did you see?” I asked after some time.
“Only yesterday’s events. I promise that I didn’t look at any of your previous life.”
“Oh good, and I was worried that it was getting creepy.” I said, inwardly relieved that my personal information remained to myself.
“Do I detect a hint of sarcasm?” Celestia asked, sarcasm dripping from her own words.
“More than a hint.”
“At least you’re honest.”
“Call me Applejack, then.”
At that the princess laughed. It was a deep, powerful laugh, yet somehow, it retained her regal nature. I liked her laugh; I had only wished I could hear it more often.
“Funny as that was, I believe we’ve gotten off topic, I was talking to you about the day prior, was I not?”
I only nodded, no words necessary.
“Is it customary to date somepony in order to befriend them where you’re from, or is it just you?” The question was rather pointed and I had almost taken offense, but I knew that she was genuinely curious and unsure of the workings of Earth.
“You could say that it was a natural progression,” was my reply.
Celestia stared at me, just as I had at her not long ago, I wanted to tell her more but I was unsure of what had happened, myself. The whole situation was strange and foreign to me. Don’t get me wrong, I had dated back home. But this felt different. Though I liked Rarity and found her the most interesting of all the characters, I didn’t feel like I loved her, certainly not in a way that justified my acts the night before. What I had done was an obvious gesture of interest, and she returned it. It made me feel like I was taking advantage of her; the entire situation drove me to melancholy.
I see…
Oh yeah, mind reading…
I had apparently, as well as inadvertently, shared my innermost feelings with the white alicorn. It had been a lot more information than I had intended to ever share, but rather than angry, I felt closer to Celestia.
I suppose she just has a way with ponies, and people for that matter.
“Well, I’ve heard you out,” Celestia said, driving me out of my thoughts and into her attention, “I’m not going to judge your methods, you certainly seem to understand the consequences of your actions well enough, and, for better or worse, you’re going to have to deal with them. Maybe you should just take it easy today and go see Twilight.” At first, the idea caught me off-guard, not seeming like a typical “taking it easy” activity. However, as she elaborated, the wisdom behind the suggestion shined through.
“I understand that you’re worried with the prophecy that I gave you earlier this week,” Celestia said, staring at me intently, as though I’d doze off without the presence of her scrutiny. “By visiting her, not only will you get a chance to meet an Element of Harmony, but you’ll also get a calm, relaxing day of quiet reading. I got the impression that you enjoyed that activity, in your previous life.”
Celestia’s constant referencing to my “previous life” left a hard ache in my gut. Though at times it was unbearable, there were people I loved dearly, people that had kept me alive without even realizing it. I tried to shake off the feeling of sadness, but it clung to me like a fever. I found myself wishing that Celestia would leave so that I could try to lose myself in the loyal companionship of books, as well as Twilight’s company. Luckily, Celestia picked up on this, more than likely through some peripheral mind reading, and left with just a short goodbye, disappearing in a bright flash. Learning from past mistakes however, I shielded my eyes just before the moment it occurred, leaving me less dazed than I would have been otherwise. Left to my own thoughts once more I set about the task of finding a cover for that day.
Ultimately the inspiration came from a game I could not recall. Though this character stuck in my mind, many of the other larger details had faded away, lost permanently when I had stepped through that…thing…only a few days prior. His own story was not unlike my own, if you take away the talking equines, at least. I closed my eyes, slipping into the comfort of another body once more. Meraeador was his, and now my, name. After all, it isn’t always necessary to add some pony term to a name, no matter how fun it might be.
I trotted towards the mirror that hung nearby, regarding my reflection. With a dull orange coat, a rough and tumble brown mane with a horn matching my coat protruding from its depths, and a cog for a cutie mark, I certainly looked the part.
“Off I go, t-then,” I said, surprised by my stutter. But, as I thought back, Meraeador did have a stutter.
“Guess I’ll j-just have to deal with it.” I said, attempting to grow used to the new attribute. Grabbing my satchel and without any other pressing matters delaying me further, I stepped out my door, ready for the day ahead.
I still need to exercise…
Mentally and physically shaking my head, I turned from the direction of Twilight’s Library and instead went off to get in a morning run.
Two laps and a second bath later, I was facing the door to the Library. I knew it was without merit but I felt incredibly nervous. Twilight was a friendly and personable pony; it was silly to feel scared.
Then why am I so afraid?
I had all but lost my courage; about to leave and try later I turned, completely missing the obstacle below.
Thud!
Well, that’s one way to knock…
Tripping on the unseen root my face had forgotten it wasn’t a hoof and used itself to knock on the door. I discovered that not being in my own body didn’t diminish pain sensors, at that moment.
“We’re open!” said a small, disembodied voice from inside the tree, which I recognized as Spike’s.
“Oh, t-thank you,” I replied, flustered by my lack of coordination, as well as my stutter. I was about to open the door when a different voice, that I recognized as Twilight’s, responded.
“Don’t be rude, Spike, if a pony want us to greet them at the door then we’ll do just that!”
There was a telltale clop on the floor as Twilight walked towards the interior side of the door. I rubbed my aching face all the while, attempting, in vain, to sooth my fur.
This is a really shitty start…
Luckily, I wasn’t able to dwell on this fact too long as it was only a short distance for Twilight to reach to door and swing it open.
“Hi! I’m Twilight Sparkle, and this is Spike,” the mare said, gesturing towards the dragon with a wave of the hoof.
“Oh, h-hello there, Twilight Sparkle! I’m looking for a few b-books. This is the library, is it n-not?” I replied, still rubbing the ache in my head away.
If Twilight had noticed my stutter, which any pony with half a brain could, she didn’t give any indication of it. I could tell she was just being polite, however.
“Hey, why do you stutter so much?” Spike asked, completely unaware of the political incorrectness of the question.
“Spike!” Twilight snapped, a cross look on her face, “That’s not nice to ask!”
“It’s fine, T-twilight Sparkle,” I chuckled, amused by the baby dragon’s innocent nature, “if the dragon is curious, then I g-guess I owe it to him to quench that thirst. I k-know I was much the same at his age.”
Twilight gave me a grateful look and proceeded to sit down, motioning for Spike to join her. Apparently she was just as curious as Spike, even if she hadn’t been as obvious about it.
“There r-really isn’t much t-to tell! I’ve had this s-speech impediment for my whole life.” I stammered, unsure of what else to say. I could see Twilight’s ears droop slightly; I knew that I really hadn’t satisfied her curiosity.
Feeling slightly guilty, for whatever reason, I decided to try and perk her up.
“D-do you have any good books? I’m f-fresh out, as it seems.”
If the twinkle in the purple unicorn’s eyes was any indication, I had been successful in my attempt to improve her mood. The joy hadn’t been especially infectious, however. I did feel slightly better though, and that was enough to keep me going.
“Do I?” Twilight asked, pulling me back to reality. “What are you looking for? I have tons of books, what are you interested in?”
Though the questions themselves were obvious, they still managed to catch me off guard. I hadn’t really put much thought into what I had wanted.
“Anything is fine, what do y-you like?” I asked, staring at her curiously.
“Oh, now you’ve done it,” was all Spike managed to get out, before I was plunged in a world of vast and incredibly dull knowledge.
“And that’s just the history section!” Twilight nagged, completely unaware of the unadulterated disinterest directly behind her.
Celestia help me, this mare can talk. I love history as much as the next pony, but this is ridiculous!
And she wonders why the library is empty most of the time.
I didn’t literally ask for your help.
Well! Celestia said in an indignant tone. As long as I’m here though I suggest you get her wrapped up, I’ve seen her go on all day about her library. Oh, she also seems to have figured out that you’re not paying attention to her anymore; I guess that would be my cue to leave.
Wait! What do you…shit…
As short as my conversation had been, Twilight took even less time to figure out she was being ignored. My re-entry to reality was met with an inquisitive stare, a perplexed frown directly below.
“I’m boring you, aren’t I?” she asked, ears drooping.
“Oh, n-no, no, no, no,” I reassured, “it’s j-just that, as interesting as they sound, I’m not looking for a history b-book,” I continued, giving her a sidelong glance.
“Then what are you looking for?” Twilight immediately asked, perking up again.
“J-just a little casual r-reading, y’see,” I replied, “Do you have anything in the v-vein of A Mane of Thrones?” I asked, genuinely hopeful.
“Sure!”
“Great, why don’t we t-take a look at those, eh?”
I could already see a fresh spark of hope in Twilight’s eyes, perhaps I could salvage the day yet.
“I think I have just the thing down here…” the unicorn said, bending low to reach an ill placed book.
This action had a similar result to when Rarity had done nearly the same the day before. My face flushed red as I looked away. It was unbecoming of a pony to take advantage of a mare like that.
Well, this is awkward…
Thankfully, the moment was brief; as Twilight knew exactly where the book she wanted was, indicating that the library had been reorganized recently.
“Have you read Mareagon? It’s quite goo- are you okay?” Twilight asked, now aware of my distress, though still oblivious as to its origin.
“J-just f-fine, why w-wouldn’t I be?” I replied, just a little too quickly. The intelligent mare that she was, Twilight picked up on this; and the curious mare she was, she pursued it.
“What could possibly be wrong? I just bent down to get the book and, oh,” Twilight said, now aware of the situation.
I averted my eyes from her own, but not before she got a good look at them.
“Hey, weren’t your eyes blue?”
Were they? I suppose that makes sense…
“P-probably,” was all I replied, however.
“Probably? Are you implying that your eyes…change…color?” Twilight asked as yet another answer dawned upon her.
I thought a moment before answering, “I s-suppose I am.”
I’m not sure what I expected when I answered the way I did, but, thinking back, her answer did seem like something she’d say.
“But, that’s not possible, your eyes aren’t possible!” Twilight exclaimed, pointing an accusing hoof at me.
All I could offer was a small shrug; I had no more knowledge concerning my eyes than the next pony, after all.
“There’s only one way to figure this out!” Twilight shouted, looking towards the air.
I subconsciously took a half step backwards, fearful of what she might have planned.
“Come on!” said the joyful unicorn, pulling me by my front hoof towards her basement, “I’ll figure this out, don’t you worry!”
How funny… It’s you that worries me…
“Here, wear this,” Twilight said, handing me a helmet that looked eerily like the one Pinkie had worn so long ago.
What was the episode?”Feeling Pinkie Keen”? Yeah, that’s the one...
“Okay,” was my tentative answer. I slipped the helmet over my horned head; luckily, it appeared that Twilight had done quite a number on the contraption, as it fit almost perfectly. In fact, all the gear I was wearing looked quite different. No longer were there cuffs to hold me in place, but rather an old, overstuffed chair. Once I was in place the strange machine immediately started to blink and chirp, almost at random. Curious, I studied the device, attempting to discern Twilight’s train of thought.
So the headpiece is attached to…okay, that makes sense; then that gauge measures… that seems about correct; but what about… hmm, interesting…
“So…” Twilight said, looking towards me with intense curiosity, “what is your special talent?” She threw a glance to my flank, intrigued by the copper colored gear resting there.
“An inquisitive s-sort, eh?” I threw back, getting a fevered head nod in return. “Well, I’m a b-bit of an inventor, y’see” I replied, waiting for a response, it was an immediate smaller head nod. “I’ve lived in the same small town for a long time, most ponies didn’t like w-what I did for a living h-however. So I moved into a larger town and actually made a few friends. One of them just recently moved h-here, this is my way of seeing him off, I g-guess.”
By the time I was done with my story Twilight had finished with her preparations, “Okay, now I’ve got you all hooked up; when do your eyes change color?” she asked, staring at me eagerly.
“It’s really based off e-emotion, I’ve found.”
“Really?”
I nodded.
“Fascinating.”
Without further conversation Twilight flipped an unnecessarily large lever, starting a machine Rube Goldberg could be proud of. It immediately started recording some information on a long piece of paper, using the needle system more commonly used for earthquake reading.
“So now what?” I asked after some time, unsure as to the point of the exercise.
“Get emotional, I guess,” Twilight replied, half buried in her equipment, ensuring that everything was working properly.
“H-how do you propose I do that?” I asked.
Twilight emerged from her contraption once more.
“Well, what makes you emotional?” Twilight asked, trotting closer, checking her research all the while.
“I’m not all too d-different from your average pony, Twilight Sparkle,” I replied, “anything that w-would get you emotional is l-likely to have the same effect on me.”
Slap!
Celestia damn it! What is it with these ponies and hitting strangers?
Twilight had apparently gone to the same school as Rarity as they had both determined that hitting random ponies was okay, needless to say this development was much to my chagrin.
“Ow! That really hurt!” I exclaimed, feeling the sting much more the second time around.
“Hmm…” Twilight mumbled, completely uncaring of my distress. “It doesn’t appear to be working…”
“That’s w-what you deserve for h-hitting me!” I exclaimed, still miffed about the scene prior.
“I just don’t know what went wrong,” Twilight said, double checking all of the machines components.
That line sounds really familiar…
Unfortunately, I wasn’t versed enough in the show’s mythos to identify the original source.
“Maybe I c-could help?” I offered, worried for the lavender unicorn.
“Uh, this is a pretty complicated machine, but you’re welcome to try,” Twilight replied, digging through the core of one of the machines.
Unhooking myself, I trotted the perimeter of the contraption, eyeing all the components and noting their respective locations all the while. On my second pass I started making corrections, changing the location of a plug here and there. Upon moving the last plug a spark jumped from the part that Twilight was in, causing her to squeak and jump behind her stairs. It was quite adorable.
“Are you o-okay?” I asked, leaning over the rail Twilight had jumped moments before. The scene revealed an almost disgruntled looking Twilight, with a singed coat and a mussed mane.
Impressively, it only took a quick shake of the bodice for her to regain her usual nerdy appeal. Perhaps the day before I had been doing things wrong…
“Peachy,” Twilight replied in a sarcastic tone, staring at her contraption with some degree of malice.
“I think I f-fixed it,” I said tentatively, wary of spontaneous unicorn combustion.
“Really?” asked the purple unicorn, head crooked at an angle.
“Yes, inventor, r-remember?” I said, exchanging Twilights question with one of my own.
“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed, eagerly looking over my work. She bent high and low, rubbing her hoof to her chin, in the most amusing way, all the while. After a brief inspection she motioned for me to retake my place in the chair. I did as she instructed, and before long all was ready for take two.
“Okay!” Twilight said, one hoof on the lever, “let’s see if we can get it working, this time,” with a quick flip the machine was set and my confidence rose as Twilight jumped behind the stairwell once more, only her eyes visible.
Why the hell am I even doing this?
Thinking back, I could not recall the reason I agreed to this terrible idea, as all of the possible outcomes ran through my mind, I realized one thing.
There really is no good way out of this, is there?
A second run through of my options only served to solidify my worries. A very real sense of panic started to flow through me. I made a mental note to “Never Again!”, and I closed my eyes and braced for the worst.
I was in complete darkness, unable to see, for a while there was no sound but a faint buzz in my ear, though eventually that faded, and a different noise could be heard.
“Hey! Are you okay?” asked a far-off voice, it seemed familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. Then it spoke again.
“You took a nasty blow there, sorry about that,” said the same voice, slightly closer this time.
“Twilight, what’s going on, you woke me up from my nap-- whoa,” said a new voice from further away.
“When everything started at full power it drew way more energy than I thought it would and it short circuited the whole library, and the helmet he was wearing may have exploded,” the voice, I now identified as Twilight, said.
Exploded! That sounds really bad…
“Is he okay?” asked the voice I assumed was Spike.
“I don’t know, he hasn’t responded yet…” said a distraught Twilight.
“Oh, my h-head…” I whined, finally finding the strength to talk.
“Well, at least his stutter survived,” Spike said.
“Spike!” Twilight scolded.
“Uh, a little h-help here, please?” I asked, feeling slightly nauseous.
“Oh, right! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry,” Twilight professed, yanking the death bucket off of my head.
With that horror gone my vision returned. The basement looked a bit scorched, and Twilight’s machine was almost completely destroyed. I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.
“I should a-apologize,” I started, getting a curious glance from Twilight, “if I hadn’t gone messing around with your s-stuff, it wouldn’t have done this,” I elaborated, gesturing towards the destruction around us.
“No, it was my fault, I should have calculated for the additional power draw before starting anything, at least you’re okay, right?” she asked, genuine concern in her voice.
“I appear to be in one p-piece, at least,” I replied, looking over myself for any evidence of missing limbs.
“Well, maybe we could try again,” Twilight said, just as one of the larger pieces of shrapnel fell over in a resounding bang, “once I fix things up, maybe.”
I merely shrugged.
“Aw, screw it, I’m going back it sleep,” Spike said, leaving us once more.
Twilight shook her head slowly. “That dragon sleeps too much.”
At that I laughed and asked, “Why d-don’t we go back to book hunting, eh?”
“Oh, right, that was sort of the whole reason you came over here, sorry,” Twilight apologized, offering me her most sheepish grin.
I snickered once more.
“L-let’s just see what’s up there,” I offered, eager to get home and get some rest.
“You wanted something like, A Mane of Thrones, right?” Twilight asked, trotting up the stairs, with me in close pursuit.
I nodded, grabbing my satchel off a nearby coat rack at the same time.
“And you’ve already read Mareagon, right?”
I nodded once more.
“I think I have just the thing…” the unicorn concluded, heading towards one of her many shelves.
After only a moment of searching, she returned, with a book floating nearby.
“Have you read The Horn of Truth series, they’re quite similar?”
I pulled the book out of Twilight’s magic, using my own. The contact between the two gave me a chill up my spine and, if her shudder was any judge, Twilight felt it too.
I flipped the book over once, looking at the synopsis, and the cover. After a moment, I concluded that I had not read anything quite like the series before.
“I’ll take it,” I said merrily.
“Great,” Twilight replied, chipper as ever, “I’ll get Spike to check that out for you, Spike!”
“Coming,” the dragon replied, seemingly miffed about having his nap cut short.
“While he’s taking care of that could I interest you in a cup of tea?”
I almost declined, but even as I was about to say it, an opportunity came to mind.
This would be a good chance to get to know her better…
Considering the amount of time I had spent here I hadn’t gotten very far in my relationship with her. That certainly wouldn’t do.
“You know, that sounds w-wonderful,”
I am a little thirsty, anyways.
“What flavor do you like?” she asked, filling a kettle.
I thought for a moment, “Chamomile, if you h-have it,” I said.
“My favorite!” Twilight chirped back, obviously pleased by the discovery.
With that question out of the way she took the filled kettle, but rather than using the stove, like I would have, she trotted towards her number one assistant and held the kettle over his head. Clearly used to the exercise, Spike rolled his eyes and produced a small burst of dragon fire, bringing the water to a boil within a few seconds.
“Honey?” Twilight asked, pouring the hot water into a pair of mugs.
“Yes, p-please.”
The smell of herbs and honey quickly filled the air, eliciting old memories; for once most of them were pleasant. I must have drifted off because before I knew what was happening the clink of porcelain hitting the table startled me back into existence.
“Thanks.”
“No problem!”
I took a sip of the tea, it was well prepared. We sat in silence for some time, part way through Spike placed the book on the table and left, likely to return to his nap.
“Tell me about y-yourself,” I said after some time.
Twilight seemed rather caught off-guard by that, but nonetheless she was willing to make conversation.
“Well, I like books, magic…”
“Do you do any m-magical research,” I asked, cutting her off slightly; in hopes of learning about Twilight beyond what had been shown through the series.
Again, Twilight seemed surprised, whether it was because of the personal nature or the actual show of care however, I could not determine.
“Well, I tried a new spell a couple days ago.”
A couple days, that’s when I…
“And what was the r-result,” I asked, almost without thinking.
“I’m not sure actually, nothing happened, at least from what I could see, all I could tell you is that I felt very uncomfortable afterwards.”
Is it really this easy?
The answer to my appearance, a botched spell? It didn’t seem possible; I knew I had to go deeper.
”H-how did you start on this spell, if you don’t mind my a-asking?”
I could tell she felt a little torn telling me, so I didn’t press.
“You d-don’t have to talk about it, if you’re not c-comfortable.”
She nodded, sullenly.
“Alright, w-why don’t you tell me about this b-book then,” I offered, sliding the novel closer.
“Sure,” she replied, brightening noticeably.
For a long time we discussed books, I wish I could talk about what was said about The Horn of Truth, but whenever I begin to describe it I get the eerie feeling that doing so would compromise the rest of the story. Why that would be, however, I cannot say.
“It’s late,” Twilight observed, several hours later, looking out the window.
I turned to face the same view as Twilight, it had turned surprisingly dark; we must have talked for longer than I thought. Luckily, as Celestia had mentioned, almost no pony visited anymore.
“S-so it is,” I replied, gathering my things, “I should probably head h-home and get some sleep,”
“Goodnight,” Twilight said, seeing me out into the evening.
Before long I was in the cool night, setting off for home.
“Wait,” said a voice behind me. Twilight trotted over to me, put her muzzle near my ear, and whispered.
“Thank you for a wonderful day, even if I almost killed you,” and with that she placed a small peck on my flushed cheeks.
Needless to say, I was completely unable to reply. With only my legs able to function, I stumbled away. I could hear Twilight giggling behind me as she returned home. She had seen my stumbling, but had taken it in an entirely wrong way.
I couldn’t get home soon enough.
I ripped off my satchel and immediately shed my disguise, heading towards the bathroom. I had never been an especially religious person but that night I tried my hardest to pray to the porcelain god. Thankfully, I had nothing to offer, having not eaten since that morning.
Damn it! Am I good for nothing but leading mares on? If I’m to save Equestria this is one cluster fuck of a start.
A million and more worries ran through my mind as I went downstairs to find something to soothe my turbulent stomach. Lacking food, I settled for a glass of water, I probably wouldn’t have been able to hold down more anyways. More than anything I wanted to find some sort of escape. Using my magic I brought the book out of my satchel, regarding it.
With a hateful thrust I threw it away, anywhere I couldn’t see it.
As a desperate attempt to escape the day I threw myself onto the bed, not even bothering to tuck in properly. I must have been more tired than I had thought because it didn’t take long to drift into the realm of dreams.
But even sleep couldn’t keep the guilt away.