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// Two: The Search Begins 
// Story: Fate Can Be Cruel 
// by AxelGunn 
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Two: The Search Begins



By MrAnderson92


A month had passed since that fateful day in the library. I even went so far as to become the assistant librarian in my desperate hopes to encounter that mare again. I met many ponies each day, checking out books to them, taking their books back, organizing the shelves. But I never met her again. I could still smell the lavender as she swept past me, in her hurry to leave the library she never even checked out the books. I snapped to attention as I heard gentle hooves begin to walk into the library, getting ready to help another pony out with their literary needs. But this pony just walked right past me, heading back into the non-fiction section. I felt my heartbeat quicken, my thoughts quickly turning to the mysterious lavender-scented unicorn pony. But my hopes were quickly dashed as I realized this pony was alone, whereas the unicorn I long for had a small dragon accompanying her.

Time passed by quickly that day, and before long I was locking up the library and trotting home, flaring my magic up so I wouldn't run into anything. I walked straight past my house, having decided that I didn't want to go home just yet. I walked into a garden, and thought deeply about what I was going to do about my dilemma. I had to find her. I wouldn't rest until I had found her. I decided to ask around Canterlot to see if anypony had any idea who had a small dragon who followed them around everywhere.

More time passed, and I could tell it was late when I had finally gotten a lead on this mysterious unicorn. A kindly, elder earth pony informed me that she saw a young unicorn run off to the castle earlier today, with a dragon sitting on her back. I thanked her, and started off towards the castle. I was wondering what business a young unicorn such as her could have at the castle when I was suddenly stopped by the Palace guards who protect the Palace gates. I asked them if the purple unicorn I was searching for had passed by them, and they confirmed that she did. I thanked them, then continued on to ask whether or not I could pass by so I could speak with her, but they regrettably informed me that she had been instructed by the Princess to leave Canterlot to pursue her studies elsewhere. With a heavy heart and a pit in my stomach, I slowly turned around and started walking home.

I walked into my home and headed straight for my room, my head hanging low. I think my parents, my mother especially, were trying to talk to me about my day, but I ignored them. After today's disappointment, I just wanted to lay in my bed and fall asleep. I'd think of something in the morning. I always did. I always will.

The next morning, I woke up before Princess Celestia had risen the sun. I walked over to where my telescope sat by my window and let the cool pre-sunup breeze flow through my mane. I couldn't let this setback get me down too much. I had to leave. Had to find her. No matter what it took.

I quickly packed my saddlebag with some supplies, quietly left my room and made my way down the stairs as silently as I could. Unfortunately, my mother was already up and about, cleaning the house in that soundless way that only a mother can. She asked me what I was doing up this early, and I told her that I was going out for a bit and that I didn't know when I would be back. I left my house and quickly trotted to the gates of Canterlot. With a flash of magic to simulate one last look at my hometown, I walked out of the city and followed the path until I came upon my first split in the road. My decision here could send me straight towards my purple unicorn, or it could send me in the other direction entirely.

I stood there for a good ten minutes, my mind in constant thought over this decision. The roads led to either Ponyville and Las Pegasus on the left, or over to Fillydelphia and Manehattan on the right. I had absolutely nothing, no information at all, to base my decision off of. So after mentally flipping a bit, I took a deep breath and headed down the path on the right.

I had made my decision.