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// Book 2: Seller 
// Story: Writing Future Pages 
// by River Road 
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Equestria is filled with ponies of all kinds of fate. Many a life is bright and lucky in this land… some not so much.





Pages was trotting through the empty, dimly lit alleys of a small town, just West of the Hollow Shades forest. This night, the whole town was gathered in the central plaza for the Summer Sun Celebration, leaving the rest of the town completely abandoned. Pages didn’t mind… He had already watched the celebration for a while, taking some notes, and now he wanted to see the other side of it, the empty part of the town. It was still a few hours until sunrise, at least.

He was quite surprised to actually find somepony who wasn’t attending the festivities. The colt was staying close to the walls to avoid attention, a futile exercise considering he was the only pony around.

“Hello there.” Pages trotted up to the unicorn colt, smiling friendly. Now that he got closer he could make out more details about the young colt. His fur was a rusty shade of orange and he had a dirty blond, long mane. His mane was a mess, but Pages could make out some bangs swiped across his forehead and around his horn. His cutie mark looked like some sort of aura wrapping around a black crystal, much like a snake and his eyes were a dark shade of emerald green. More than anything, though, the colt looked like he had been stalking through the forest for days.

The colt looked at him, frowned slightly and turned back around to walk off in the other direction.

“Hey, wait a moment.” Pages rushed after him, falling in step with him.

“What do you want, pegasus?” The colt’s voice could best be described as passive-aggressive.

“Hey, I don’t want any trouble. I just wanted to ask what your name would be.” Pages stopped and raised his hooves defensively.

The colt looked back at him for a while, seemingly thinking about something. Finally he said, “My name is Seller. Is that all or are you going to–”

The rest of his sentence was cut off when the first of the fireworks exploded in the sky above them. Seller spun around and looked in all directions, crouched down and in an offensive pose. After a few more explosions, he realized where the sound was coming from. He turned his head to glare at Pages one last time, then started to trot away in a crouched walk without another word.

Pages didn’t try to follow him. Sometimes a short impression was better than forcing a longer conversation.





I heard that the young colt is living in Canterlot now, as Princess Luna’s personal student. I hope that he has grown since then. Just looking at him I could tell that something in him was broken, I can only hope that the Princess can help him heal again.