That night, I awoke to the sound of paper being pushed back. I yawned and looked hazily towards the sound, and next to me I saw that purple unicorn, Twilight Sparkle, snuggled up close to me with a candle and pages of paper with some sort of writing upon it.
"What, what is that?" I demanded, still regretting my choice to let her stay. She looked at me in a confused way, her head tilted to the side. "What? A book?" I looked at her then turned my head, I didn't want her to think I was actually interested. "What in the wide world of dragons is that?" She started to laugh, then thought twice and stopped. Smart. "You're saying you never heard of a book?" She asked, obviously enjoying my confusion. "No, am I supposed to? I have survived without it, so that means it doesn't matter either way if I know about it's existence or not."
"Why do you always say that?"
"Say what?"
"That you survived without it, so whatever it is, is not special to you?"
"It makes sense, that's all, if I survived without it, that supposedly means that whatever it is, is not important at all."
She glared at me, I returned the glare. If this pony thought she would be able to intimidate me, she was surely mistaken. "What about friends? Without them, this world would surely be ruled be chaos." I stood quickly, letting a blue flame erupt from my mouth to illuminate the room and all my riches. "Friendship?! I have lived a thousand years longer then any of your pathetic race has without threats! I need no such weakness to make me soft! So if you think that your friendship is affective on any terms, just look at how long dragons have lived on without it!" I boomed, laying down after my lecture. "It's nothing, never has friendship ever cured scars and wounds, and it never will. That, little pony, is why nobody ever needs a friend...it's worthless." Twilight looked stunned. I was glad she finally understood where her place was, but she still didn't look like the pony who would give up a fight.
After that, I tried to go to sleep, and I assume that Twilight was trying to regain her composure, but I couldn't. Something was still bugging me. So I reluctantly whispered, "What is a book?"
I didn't turn around to see her expression, in anger that she would be smirking. But then she replied kindly, like nothing happened. "A book is a reading device that gives you information, or takes you to faraway places without you having to ever leave your room...or cave." I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to forget that I was actually talking her.
After a few moments of silence, sleep finally enveloped a warm blanket around me, taking my thoughts on the subject completely.