Tick...
Tock…
Tick…
the clock endlessly kept up its tortuous song of monotony and boredom, the bane of foals everywhere as they glanced up helplessly at it’s merciless face, praying to Princess Celestia that the time would fly by and playground joys could be had. This clock in particular was signalling the final stretch of the school day, giving hope to the room and strengthening the resolve of those naysayers who claim that the day is infinite and the end would never come. In fact, focussing in on this large room, I think I spot. Ah, here we go,the focus of our story is in this room. But which little filly has the honour?
Perhaps describing them might give me some hidden insight. Let’s start with this orange filly, with a mane of purple she certainly does stand out from the crowd, with eyes but a small shade lighter than her hair, she doodles in her schoolbook instead of listening to her mauve teacher titillating the class with knowledge of history and the events of the Griffon Civil War, not five hundred years ago. I certainly hope that this is not the one I’m looking for, she seems like she has a hard time obeying authority and I would hate to see her put herself to risk due to it.
Oh, maybe it’s this one, yes the one with the light pink coat! Yes, she’s probably itching to go on an adventure, let’s listen to what she’s whispering to her other companion and…
Oh, oh dear, let’s have none of that shall we.
Yes, it appears that I was quite mistaken about her she seems rather like some schoolyard bully and I think I shall keep my distance from her.
Damn it! This is going nowhere fast. Think, you fool! Think! Look at the light glaring through the windows picking out the dust as it travels its way to the floor. Look at the high rafters which support the roof above our heads and provide a small shelter for the few insects that make their way to it. Look at all these things and THINK!
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M-Maybe I should calm down. If one of these fillies is the focus of my attention, then all I have to do is wait for the moment where something interesting happens…
Speak of the devil and he shall come, this is quite a spectacular sight as the mysterious Princess Luna teleports into the room, thoroughly interrupting the lesson. I shall take this time to paint myself a picture. With a coat the same colour of a light night sky, one of those nights where you can still look around and see the world under the pale light of the moon, her body is devoid of pattern or markings until you reach her cutie mark, a crescent moon surrounded by a painters splotch of darker blue contrasting her coat. Not many people know the true significance of this taint upon her flank, they only see the moon and the hope within. However those who are wise see the mark and that the nightmare will always leave an impact on our fragile princess. Apart from that, she wears dark regalia, one piece of barrel armour and two gauntlets. Her mane sparkles with the stars of the night sky ready to be released upon the world.
After the silence that marked her arrival, the kids let loose and the now tired and wary teacher, called for a break as she tried to discern the reason for the Princess’s visit. Undaunted by this mix of chaos that she let loose, Princess Luna walked calmly up to one of the desks, currently occupied by a small light yellow filly with a red mane, and struck up a conversation. From what I could discern the filly had done a small favor for the Princess last nightmare night and in way of reward the young, for an alicorn, Princess now invited the filly to Canterlot Castle for a sleepover.
The filly who I now believe to be called Apple Bloom, hurriedly declined stating that she was not worthy. However, having none of that Princess Luna pressed on and taking a risk…
Oh my, she took of her regalia. A sight not normally seen from either of the two princesses, now shown for a little filly, either way Luna was no longer asking as a Princess, but as a friend. Needless to say, Bloom then proceeded to agree and plans were set, if her sister gave their permission (she did).
At seven o’clock pm on friday, Apple Bloom, daughter of farmers, would stay at the most sought after venue of all-time, with not just anypony. No, she is staying with the Goddess who puts the moon in our night sky.