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// Chapter 1 
// Story: Maybe until death. I promise I do 
// by Fat1thatyoulove 
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Maybe until death...

Chapter 1 – One day to be simple?

The low chime swings through the fresh grass smell filling the room around you from the open window as you float the horn band past your face. You know Twilight would be chewing you out right now for even doing this simple of a spell, but for right now you don't care as you study the white gold circular horn band.

The large bag Rarity gave you and Twilight to put your cloths in stays still unfilled like it has for the last few minutes since you were told to put your newly made tux into. You really don't understand why Rarity has insisted on you not seeing Twilight's dress, and the fact that you now have to hide this horn band somewhere really doesn't make packing any easier.

But you give a slight sigh as you feel a slight burning feeling come jolting through your neck. You drop your hold to the band as it falls back to the bed as you close your eyes and rub to your neck.

It's been six days since you were basically used by the element's of harmony, and since then your use of magic has become strained. Even holding a simple spell for too long will cause things to burst .into flames or send your head into a splitting headache, its worse in the morning seeing as how now sometimes you'll wake up with stiff muscles. But you always manage to push yourself out of bed and put on a smile for Twilight and Violet.

However  pushing the mainly just annoying pain aside is easy...pushing the mental strain is a little harder.

You stare to the neatly folded tux on the bed as you take in some of the fresh morning air. Since that day nightmares have gotten a little worse, your mind has started to even turn against you a little now that you know if there's ever another close call or even another incident that there would be no holding back for you...It would be you or Twilight...and you're prepared for that.

A slight smile crosses your face as you move your front left hoof under the sleek fitted black tux, "Yep, badass librarian walking time bomb."

You place the tux into the bag as one last thought rolls in your mind, everyday is a Maybe and every tomorrow is a Might be...but this day and the next tomorrow...there yours.

You shift your eyes to the horn band as you float it into the pocket of the tux, making sure to push it down as far as it can go before you take your magical hold away from it.

After a few moments of staring into the bag you turn around and walk toward the door of the hallway.

Chapter 1 end