The little colt, Prince Blueblood, sat at his desk in magic kindergarten in Canterlot. Blueblood was casually levitating a pencil with his magic to drawing a picture of himself as a spacepony in his notebook, only half paying attention to the teacher’s lecture.
Blueblood saw the little purple filly named Twilight Sparkle out of the corner of his eye sitting ahead of him, raising her hoof in the air eagerly to answer one of the teachers questions.
How he hated her.
Twilight Sparkle was Celestia’s hoof picked apprentice in magic. But he knew that the only reason Celestia had picked her to be her student was just because the little nerd had been born lucky. She had been born with extremely great and rare magical potential. And just because of that, that annoying purple commoner had been blessed with all the privileges and training of that of a royal. It wasn’t fair!
Not that he himself cared about learning great magic. He had no interest in mastering advanced spells or things of that nature. Although, truthfully, he didn’t really know what he was interested in. He didn’t care about learning magic, and he had no interest in the other lessons and practices his parents forced him to take. He hadn’t gotten his cutiemark yet, so he had no idea what his special talent was yet. He did enjoy drawing and painting. Art class was always his favorite class in school, although he admittedly wasn’t very good at it, so he doubted his cutiemark would be that.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as a yard stick slammed down on his desk with a loud snap, causing him to drop his pencil out of his levitation. He looked up and saw the teacher glaring down at him.
“Young Prince, it is not time for art class yet,” she said. “Stop your doodling, and pay attention!”
Blueblood huffed and reluctantly closed his notebook. The other students all giggled at him as the teacher walked back up to the front of the class room.
Blueblood sat there and listened as the teacher resumed her lecture.
“Now where was I,” the teacher said. “Oh yes. Not long after the unicorns, pegisi, and earth ponies realized that peace and love were better than petty fighting, the alicorn Princesses, our wonderful ruler, Princess Celestia, and her late sister, Princess Luna, came and helped us build a new kingdom here in Equestria, and also helped us continue to learn about the joys of love and peace and togetherness, and put us on the path to our destiny. In time, other races began to accept our way of life and join us, like donkeys, thestrals, and the crystal ponies. But unfortunately, creatures such as the griffons, dragons, diamond dogs, and many others, were not so enlightened. They did not understand the happiness that love and peace could bring. They even attacked us; they were so full of hatred and arrogance. But luckily, we had Princesses and the Elements of Harmony to protect us from such evils. And so, today, all who embrace love and peace in Equestria continue to prosper and live happy lives.”
Twilight Sparkle raised her hoof up into the air again.
“Yes Twilight?” said the teacher.
Twilight lowered her hoof and spoke. “Why were those other races even resisting us to begin with? Why wouldn’t they want peace and love and togetherness like we do?”
“An excellent question, Twilight.”
“I heard that dragons like to kidnap ponies and feed off their love like food!” said some other filly.
“That’s changelings, you moron!" said a colt behind her. "Dragons eat rocks!”
“Changelings aren’t real!” she spat back at him.
“They are too!”
“CHILDREN!” the teacher raised her voice. “Remember, no fighting!”
The class settled down.
The teacher continued. “It is true that there are dangers out in the untamed regions of the world. So with how perfect our lives here in Equestria are thanks to our wonderful Princess, why then do creatures like the griffons, the dragons, and the diamond dogs continue to resist our way of life?”
“Because we meddle,” said Blueblood without raising his hoof.
Everyone looked over at Blueblood.
“Blueblood?” said the teacher.
“We try to tell them how they should live their lives,” Blueblood continued. “We try to make them live like us. Tell them what to do, what not to do, what to think, and what not to think. We try to force our morals and lifestyles onto them, and they don’t like it.”
The teacher smiled and walked over to Blueblood’s desk. “Young Prince, we aren’t trying to tell them what to think,” she said sweetly. “We’re just trying to show them how to live right.”
Suddenly, Blueblood heard the bell for recess. Only it didn’t sound like the bell for recess. It sounded more like his alarm clock.
Alarm clock?
….................
Prince Blueblood suddenly jolted awake. He looked around him. He was in his bedroom at his estate in bed. He looked at himself. He wasn’t a little colt. He was an adult stallion. He threw his covers off of himself and looked at his flank. His compass rose cutiemark was there, right where it was supposed to be.
Blueblood sighed and rubbed his front hooves to his temples. “The same dream again,” he muttered to himself. “That’s five nights in a row now. Why am I suddenly dreaming about my school days?”
Blueblood once again shook his head of the dream, just like he had been doing for the past several mornings, and got out of bed and walked out of his bedroom.
After using the bathroom, he walked downstairs, hearing the echo of his own hoof steps as he went, remaining him of just how big and empty his mansion now was. After his loss of money, he had to let the many servants he had used to have go, and now only had one house keeper, who only came once a week. So the rest of the time he had to take care of himself.
He wasn’t upset by this. At least not any more. After a year, he had grown quite accustom to this.
He went to the kitchen to prepare himself some breakfast, turning on the radio as he did so. As he got some coffee and breakfast.
“In other news,” the voice of Vinyl Scratch on the radio spoke, “ponies are still baffled by the unusual occurrences as of late. Ponies are still making claims of, how they describe them, cracks appearing in thin air, glowing with bright light, and then disappearing. It is still unconfirmed if these reports are true or not. More on that later. Also, we may have an epidemic on our hands. Ponies have been reported to be having strange dreams, headaches, visions, and even sleepwalking. Doctors are baffled, but what is curious about this is that the one thing the ponies with these symptoms all have in common is that they are all unicorns. Hmmm. This is Vinyl Scratch, and I’ll be keeping you company all day right here on Equestria’s number one radio station!”
Just then, the song ‘Equestria Girls’ started playing on the radio. Blueblood quickly flicked the radio off with his magic.
“I hate that song!” he muttered as he took a sip from his coffee.
“WELL I LOVE THAT SONG!” a white mare with a yellow blond mane and tail shouted in a high pitched voice as she suddenly dropped down in front of Blueblood from out of no where.
“GAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Blueblood screamed as he fell backwards onto the floor, his hot coffee spilling all over him. “GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” he screamed again in pain.
The white Pegasus mare, whose name was Surprise, brought her hooves to her mouth with a gasp at Blueblood’s misfortune. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, Blue! Here, let me help you up!”
She grabbed Blueblood and tried to help him up, but he was understandably upset at her and pushed her off of him, getting up himself. The coffee had cooled since it spilt on him, so he was no longer in pain, but he was still angry.
“SURPRISE! WHAT IN THE WIDE WIDE WORLD OF EQUESTRIA ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” he screamed.
“I just wanted to visit,” she said with an innocent smile on her face.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST RING THE DOORBELL?!”
“Because I knew you were asleep, silly," he giggled. "I didn’t want to wake you.”
Blueblood sighed and tried to calm himself down. Surprise was his former assistant, slash recent friend, slash long time stalker. “Surprise, we talked about this. You can’t keep popping into my house whenever you want! I have a marefriend now!” He was referring, of course, to the Great and Powerful Trixie.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Surprise asked with a shrug.
“Well, if ponies see a mare who I’m not dating sneaking in and out of my house all the time, they’ll start thinking things that aren’t true. Do you know what I mean?”
Surprise thought for a few seconds. “Oh. OH! Oh, I see,” the perky mare said with a blush and an embarrassed smile on her face. “Gotcha.”
She was about to take off when Blueblood’s recent conscience caught up with him. “Wait,” he said. “Since you’re here, you might as well stay… and clean up this mess you made while I go get cleaned up.” He pointed over at the spilled coffee on the floor.
Surprise stopped and turned back to him. “Um, actually, I have to get to work. My boss says if I’m late one more time, they'll turn me into rainbows! I don't know if she was being serious or not, but either way, I don’t want to risk it.” Surprise flapped her wings and flew out the open window she had apparently come in through.
“Can’t she just use the front door like normal ponies?” Blueblood muttered to himself, shaking his head.
Blueblood sighed and got ready to clean up the spilled coffee on the floor when he heard the doorbell ring. Blueblood wondered if it was Surprise again, finally learning to use the front door. He walked over to the door and opened it. He was surprised to find that it was in fact NOT Surprise. Instead, it was two royal unicorn guards.
“Hello?” Blueblood asked them, confused as to why they were there.
“Prince Blueblood?” asked one of them.
“Yes?”
“I’m afraid we have to place you under house arrest.”
“WHAT?!” Blueblood shouted in shock. “On what charges?”
One of the guards levitated out a scroll and began to read it. “Destruction of private property, as well as, and I quote, being a self-centered, unprincely, royal pain,” said the guard. “You allegedly damaged the Element of Generosity, Miss Rarity’s dress at the Grand Galloping Gala and treated her badly the entire evening. Now she is suing you for damages, as well as for emotional distress.”
“What!?” Blueblood exclaimed in disbelief. “But… But that was… a couple years ago!”
“I’m sorry, your highness,” said the guard, “but you will have to wear this for the time being.” They levitated out a black collar from behind them that had wires and a small black box on it. They put the collar around Blueblood’s neck, locking it with a key so that he couldn’t get it off.
“This will shock you if you ever try to leave your house,” said one of the guards. “It will also shock you if you attempt to remove it physically or with magic.”
“Have a nice day,” the other said. They bowed to the prince, and then turned and trotted away from Blueblood’s property.
Blueblood still stood there in his doorway, completely befuddled by this unforeseen turn of events.
“What the heck just happened?!” he said to himself.
