Scootaloo sighed. She was in detention yet again. "Stupid Diamond Tiara and her stupid insults," she grumbled under her breath. She got a harsh stare from Cheerilee and shut up. With another deep sigh she took out her math homework. She looked over the sheet with disgust and quickly pushed it aside. Instead, she reached down into her backpack and pulled out the cleanest sheet of paper she could find.
Scootaloo began to doodle, letting her mind wander and draw whatever it would come to. Slowly a castle began to take shape on the paper. It was one simple tower with a balcony near the top. A faraway look washed over Scootaloo's face as she worked, a story slowly coming to mind.
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The knight dove away as fire engulfed the stairs. It wasn't much further to the room of the Princess if only the dragon could be dealt with. The knight turned brandishing a sword at the dragon. It was a fierce creature. It's purple and green colors told of the powerful magic and dangerous strength. Bones of countless challengers littered the ground around its feet.
The knight ducked a deadly swipe of the dragons claws and continued up the stairs. The dragon's scales were too strong to be damaged. The only chance the poor knight had was to get at its head.
The knight's armour glowed with the heat that was thick in the air. Scrapes and dents told of many battles fought and many challenges overcome. Unfortunately many suits of similar armour were half melted all around the castle.
A gap appeared in the stairs at the knights hooves. Gravity pulled and grasped, but didn't quite catch. A sigh of relief came from the helmet as the knight's balance returned. A long time ago a blow from the dragon had destroyed the steps, leaving a gap of three pony lengths.
The knight took a step back, prepared, and took a running leap not a moment too soon. The dragon had flown back around and the deadly tail had swept over the side where the knight had stood. The dragon let loose a roar of frustration and began banking in the air so he could attack once again.
The knight dashed the last stretch of the stairs and reached the door into the tower. The dragon roared, face even with the balcony, it's wings pumping heavily to keep it hovering there. It took a deep breath in and prepared to roast the knight, only to receive a prod in the eye from the hilt of the knight's sword. It wasn't enough to blind the dragon, only to hurt him. The dragon's wings faltered and he lost altitude. The knight was forgotten as the dragon tended to his eye.
A key unlocked the door and the knight entered the tower. At last the princess had been found. She was a beautiful white filly, her mane curls of purple and pink. The stories told that she had the sweetest voice of anypony who had ever lived. She stared in awe at the knight who had passed the dragon to save her. The princess stepped forward to reveal the identity of her savior. The helmet came off and dropped to the floor.
Her hero was her longtime childhood friend. A young farmer with whom she had been forced to cut ties, after all a princess can't spend time with commoners.
Not a word was spoken between. It wasn't needed, they merely met in a kiss.
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"All right Scootaloo, detention is over," Cheerilee said as she packed up her papers. Scootaloo let out a quiet cheer and started to pack her things. She looked down at the doodles she'd drawn. Pictures of her two best friends as a princess and a knight, several of them kissing. She looked around to make sure that nopony had suddenly appeared to see the pictures.
In an instant they were swept into her backpack where they accompanied many pieces of forgotten homework filled with sketches of the same two fillies kissing or holding hooves and several short romance novels.
"Stupid overactive imagination..." Scootaloo grumbled as she left the classroom and ran off to meet her friends.