//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 // Story: Breeze at Dawn // by Enderstorm //------------------------------// Chapter 3 "I know." I reply. "Good night." Wind just looked at me, like he didn't know what just happened before shrugging and going to sleep. ----------In The Morning---------- The sunlight peeks through the window. Sometimes I hate the sun. Ironically, my least favorite time of day is dawn. Because thats when I exit the only place I'm happy and enter reality. Celestia, I hate reality. I sigh to myself and get out of bed and walk into the little living room. I see a red pegasus and then remember what happened last night. Wind is talking in his sleep, muttering something about an element of time. Sounds like a horrible dream. I chuckle to myself and nudge Wind to wake him up. I would leave him a note, except I can't write. Now, don't get me wrong, I know how. But I literally don't have enough strength to use magic. And if I want enough strength, I'm going to need more cupcakes. Hopefully that psycho pink pony isn't there. She was weird. I nudge Wind again. I swear, that pony sleeps like a log. I reach down until I'm level with his ear and I whisper, "Wake up." He shot up and looked at me like he'd seen a ghost. "Oh, right. I forgot I was staying over at your house. Well, I'd better get back to Sweet Apple Acres and my cousin. She'd be worried about me." Wind suddenly stopped before looking at me, "Hey, do you want to come? I'm sure she'd love to meet you." I pondered the idea in my head. I'd met Applejack before, asuming that's who he was talking about. There were only four ponies on Sweet Apple Acres, after all. On one hoof, Applejack would probably be happy to give me some food, so I'm all for it. But on the other hoof. Applejack's sister Apple Bloom would either have an emotional meltdown at the sight of me not having a cutie mark, and would probably start bawling at the fact that she may never get a cutie mark. Or, she may try to assimilate me into her crazy cutie mark cult. I can still remember them running up and down the hall and shouting 'CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS ROOM SERVICE!' I sucked in a deep breath and nodded. I mostly let my stomach decide. Surely I could say no to a pair of puppy dog eyes, if Apple Bloom was there, couldn't I? ----------Sweet Apple Acres---------- Wow. That's alot of trees. And apples. "Wind! Ah was wondering where y'all were!" I froze up. I recognised that voice. Sure enough, I saw Applejack approaching us with a concerened expresion. She looked at me, "Who's this?" She paused and looked at Wind trying to contain his blush before a smile found itself on her face. "This your marefriend you picked up at Sugarcube Corner, yesterday?" Wind suddenly got all defensive. "She's not my marefriend. H-how would you know, anyway?" "Ah was there, watchin' from muh stall. Well, ah suppose any friend, or marefriend, of muh cousins is a friend o' mine. Pleasure to meet ya..." She stuck her hoof out. "Dawn" I replied meekly, taking the hoof. She shook it so hard and gripped it so firmly I couldn't feel my hoof at all. "Well, howdy Dawn..." She trailed off, probably because she spotted my blank flank. "Ah can tell it's a sore subject. Ah ain't gunna push it." She said, quietly and sympathetically. Suddenly a high pitched voice pierced the sky. "HEY SIS!" Applejack saw my eyes widen, but probably just brushed it off as suprise. "Well, howdy, Apple Bloom. Is breakfast ready?" Wind draped a protective wing over my blank flank. "Good, I'm hungry. Can Dawn come?" Applejack thought it over. "Ah don't see why not. Apple Bloom, go tell Granny Smith to make some room for one guest." ----------Sweet Apple Acres Homestead---------- Dear Celestia. The sheer amount of apples in this place. And the apple products. And pasteries. Just about everything to do with apples is here. And the apple pancakes. They were good. No, they were better than good. They were bucking delicious. This is the most food I've ever eaten in one day. No, a week. For breakfast. What about lunch? Asuming they let me stay over for lunch. "Somepony's sure as sugar hungry. If ah didn't know better, Ah'd say you haven't eaten all week!" Applejack joked. Everypony at the table except me laughed. "I haven't." I deadpan. Everypony suddenly stopped laughing. "What was that, sugarcube?" Applejack asked, concern plastered all over her face. "I hardly ever eat. So thank you all, so kindly, for letting me eat here." Needless to say, everypony looked at me with suprise and concern. Wind spoke up, "I think you should see Twilight, now that you have some energy." I weakly nodded. After I'd left, I could have sworn I heard a 'PINKIE' and 'the library' and that psycho pink mare's voice. ----------Ponyville Marketplace---------- "So, who's Twilight?" I asked. "She's the town librarian, and magic extrodinaire. I think she's also the princess's personal student." Wind explained. "And I'm seeing her, because..." "You need to learn magic." He deadpanned. He pointed to a big tree in the distance. "That's it." He said. "That's what?" I asked. "The library." He explained. "Aren't we seeing Twilight?" I asked. "Yeah." He confirmed "So shouldn't we visit her house?" I suggested. Wind paused. "For whatever reason, she lives in the library." Wind knocks on the door. It swings open, and there's nothing but darkness. "Well, she's not here. So we should just go back to-" Wind cut me of. "No, she's here. I can hear breathing." Wow. Wind has good hearing. I take a step into the library and suddenly the lights turn on. "SUPRISE!" I suddenly see darkness again. *THUMP*