My Most Faithful Student, Twilight Sparkle

by Greki


Late

Late

Once, Twilight Sparkle was deeply engrossed in a book.

She didn't notice she was late for her magic lessons.

She sat there, in the castle library, leaning against one of the low tables for little fillies and colts (right in the middle of the library) reading intently the theoretic principles of one thing or another; when suddenly she noticed that the library had gone unnaturally quiet.

Now, libraries were, of course, usually quiet places; silence often being encouraged to help ponies deal with their concentration...

But such a kind of unnatural silence was… well, unnatural.

Here nopony spoke, nopony moved... and Twilight, with a cold drop of sweat on her brow, looked up to see what happening.

Everypony was looking at her.

Or rather, everypony looked at the mare in front of her.

Twilight faltered.

"P-Princess?"

The Sun Regent, Goddess, Princess of Equestria, sat on her haunches on the other side of the low table (for little fillies and colts) that Twilight sat against; herself reading a book that floated upright in the air and that covered most of her face. The table, of course, was too low, and so it barely reached up to the Princess's fetlocks, which made for the whole sight to look particularly surreal.

Everypony stared.

Nopony spoke, nopony moved...

After a long, tense moment of silence, the Princess's eyes peeked out from her book.

She stared at Twilight.

With mirth.

"Peek-a-boo..."

Twilight Sparkle was never late for her magic lessons again.