Sweetie Belle- Point of view
I wasn't quite sure why Angel had brought us here in the first place. The library though, was a complete wreck. There were dozens of piles of water. It would be an understatement to call them puddles or pools; they were more like ponds. In those ponds were hoards of books tossed in every direction. If Twilight Sparkle was here, she may have had a huge fit, what with the amount of books that were ripped apart. Strangely though, as many books as there were, none of them seemed majorly soggy; it looked like a reading river.
It was a bit strange seeing something caused neither by me or our group (the Cutie Mark Crusaders), but after the weird frightening day I was having, it didn't faze me as much as it could have.
“That’s a big mess.” I said; my voice half-squeaking as my eyes stared.
We were positioned next to the doorway where there weren't as many stray books and puddles. Not that I don't like getting dirty, but most of the uneven splayed book piles were bigger than me. If I had had any type of claustrophobia, it would have set in by now. Spike, Angel Bunny and I were all crammed tightly together.
“They all scattered when the storm came. Twilight must have left a window open.” His expression looked slightly annoyed at the mess. He probably would have to clean it himself though, so it was understandable.
“You must have had a really hard time getting out of this!” I exclaimed curiously. I pointed to my hoofs, automatically gesturing to the sea of books.
“I'm used to it. This is nothing compared to the time Twilight learned how to magically duplicate books”. He pointed out dryly.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, interested. It must be hard for Spike sometimes to live with somepony so magically gifted.
“If I were quills and scrolls, and was tossed around in some type of weird hurricane thing, where would I be?” He said, while walking around a trail in the library where the rough book piles weren't as tall.
I followed quietly, thinking about what a song would be like about this strange, nightmarish adventure. “Do two ponies in a library alone...” I sung softly. Spike was too far away to hear, which is what I counted on.
But I didn't count on Angel Bunny hearing. He hopped on my back. His normally agitated face had an unmistakable smile. I beamed. Angel’s smiles must be as contagious as Pinkie Pie's.
Then suddenly the whole room was thrown into pitch black darkness.
“Spike!!” I alerted him worryingly.
I realized that the thought of the others being alright had made me far too comfortable. I was still on the run from the beast thing. Come to think of it, both of our names had an S in it, although S names were very common among Ponyville.
“Sweetie Belle!” He responded. His tone felt very comforting to me, or was it just hearing his voice in general?
“Uh, Spike, let’s get out of here! We could find the Crusaders instead! The S thing is probably still here!” I said while trying to remember where both Spike and the door were.
“The rest of the Crusaders are not affected either?” He replied. His voice sounded shocked.
“Oops, I forgot to tell you!” My mind had been a bit boggled earlier. What else had I forgotten to tell him that desperately needed to be said?
“Did you all get that same cutie mark?” He asked loudly.
How did he know that?
Before I could respond, my hoof collided with a stray book. My body splayed forward, landing on a giant book. I could feel the fluffy bunny still holding on tightly to back.
“What's happening?!” I shrieked. I felt a lifting sensation; some type of magic was propelling me and the big book upwards. Angel Bunny was clinging on desperately to my back like you would on a scary rodeo ride.
“Ahhhhhhhh!!! Spike, help!” My hooves were slipping from the piece of literature. Finding a grip I tugged, and managed to hold on; my fore-hooves were free in the breeze. However, I wouldn't be able to hold the position for long.
“Spiiiike!” I screeched. Where was he, and was he okay? The book was revolving around the room, now nauseatingly fast. It would have been fun, if I could see, and if there wasn't a worry of where I would fall and what I would fall on.
The fast levitating book took me on a wild ride, ascending to the top of the stairs. Something was flashing, blinking as fast as lightning. Its speed then accelerated.
“Spike! Are you ok?!” Where are you?” I shouted worryingly. Hot tears were coming down my face. My mind was beating out questions as I rode the piece of literature. Where was Spike? Was he okay? Where were the other Crusaders? How am I going to safely get down? What's flashing? How did Spike know about us all having the same cutie mark? How had we not felt the injuries that the tree-house had inflicted?
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Silvers spoon point of view
I woke up slowly on some kind of gravel dirt road. My eyes fluttered in weak protests. What had happened? The last thing I had seen was some crazy lightning, and then our quarreling had ended in simultaneous faints.
I gingerly peaked to the edge of the schism where the other two already were. I quickly noticed the drop in color to our surroundings, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders that Diamond Tiara and I participate in bullying. I however do not like it, but in a way, I'm only her echo.
“You bit-biters! You will never get my family’s bits, you foal-napping criminals!” Diamond proclaimed in a tired, half-awake tone.
“Applebloom?! You're here too? What happened?” Babs Seed asked, now wide awake.
“Babs! How did you get here? Why are you with those two? Applebloom asked in shock.
“Bit-biters? We are not bit-biters!!” Scootaloo howled, her wings flaring. The conversation was getting more confusing and jumbled as it progressed.
“Oh, it’s just you blank-flanks. It’s a shame really, I’d rather have foal-nappers!” Diamond replied. Reading her face, I could see small uncertainty in her expression. She non-laboriously climbed out the small gravel crater, and I followed, feeling like her shadow. Babs did as well, but headed for Applebloom and Scootaloo.
“I just…fainted somehow, with these guys.” Babs Seed explained, motioning to Diamond and I in a somewhat disgusted expression.
The Cutie Mark Crusaders awkwardly began having a group huddle and a whispered conversation with Babs Seed. That they foalishly, thought we couldn’t hear.
This is going to be one weird day. I stared at the sun, which was slightly visible against the cloud layer. Judging by the sun alone, it was approximately evening time.
Then I noticed the sun was a bland, stark grey.
And even more importantly, I didn't just have a silver spoon on my flank anymore.