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// Book 
// Story: The Scarlet Pages 
// by Wordless Prism 
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To be thrown in a pit, and swallowed up by it. To hide in fear from the reek, as it squirms and thrashes about, bashing and gnashing its teeth as it rears its blight filled head and crawls onward. Like a canker to the tree it spreads its putrefaction, lives by the laws of rot, eats its decay and spits its putrid smell ostentatiously. However, in this paradigm there is hope, for righteousness hearkens repose no more. For hope will stand atop the hill, and be clothed in power and majesty. He will sing his pipes from one hill to the next and spread his euphoric utopia. He will O’erthrow evils, and bind all together with the sinews of love. 



As I think on these words, I see my current life in prison. For the past fortnight I have been here in this “pit” as the poem put it, but I see no hope in store for me anytime soon. I found this book of blank pages on the corps of a dead griffin, it had some of his writings in it, but they were all about how “I didn’t do it.” And “I didn’t mean to hit her so hard, how was I to know it could kill her.” I feel no remorse in taking two of his bones and making a fire from his pages and clothing, they didn’t last long but the warmth was simply peaceful. 

The dead bird didn’t leave me with much ink, so I have to get to the point as it were. I’m writhing more as a muse to pass the time, and I would like to think that one day she will get this book and read it. Maybe as a dyeing pony’s request? Who knows?

Forgive me, I have yet to give you my name, my name is Canis Majoris… now I suppose I should say what I am, however, it’s not as simple as saying “I’m a Pegasus” and it’s a rather strange story.

I am the age of twenty in body, but I was born “or created” not but two years ago. How is this? Well, you see my story starts with one Octavia, a mare of fame and wealth. As a younger mare she was tutored in the art of music and its theory by one Lady Mushroom Cloud, a high born unicorn noble mare living out of Manehatten. 

As time went on Lady Cloud saw that Octavia as she was interring her early twenty’s and was severely depressed. Octavia would shrug her studies, sleep all day, and do many other things that I will not say out of respect for Lady Octavia. Being worried for her student and somewhat adopted little sister, Miss Cloud did the one thing she could think to cheer Octavia up. And what might that be you ask? Why find her a few friends of course! 

As fate would have it Octavia is a very picky mare in the company she keeps, which to Lady Clouds dismay was a hooful of ponies at best and none of them being close. 

Making time for Octavia, Lady Cloud took her out on the streets of Canterlot. Only to have Octavia act the introvert and not say a word to anypony. After this she took Octavia to party’s and outings, had her over for dinner at the same time as others and all were met with the same conclusion. many arguments broke out between them and it was clear Octavia wanted no part in any of this.

When life finally stepped in for lady cloud she had little to no time for Octavia, only able to see her for one hour every other day. In this hour they would practice the religion of music, and there was no time to catch up as it were. Spending all day every day with no one but herself and her cello made Octavia take a nose dive for the worst. 

I won’t say much but that when Octavia missed two classes in a row, lady cloud went to her apartment and what she found there was literally a mess. And so was Octavia.

So after getting Octavia cleaned up lady cloud had her last straw broken and arranged for two things to occur. The first was to move Octavia out of manehattin, and the second was simple, find her a coltfriend and special somepony.  

Now at first Octavia was very much agents the idea saying. 

"Whoever came up with the phrase 'life starts with stallion' needs to meet the back end of a hoof."

However, she went along with her tutors wishes out respect and started courting.

After many a possible suitor, and all of them being a failure for many reasons such as “His language is to foul.” Or “He needed to get off his high horse, I just helped him do so.” and my favorite." When you speak, do you feel like an idiot? Because what you and the rest of us hear when you talk, are two completely different things." Needless to say Lady Cloud was losing hope after months of no good change, seeing that Octavia was getting much worse, after she popped the “Are you in to mares?” question, to which she got an annoyed look and a "No." she soon found that she was out of options.

Giving Octavia some space she soon came up with a plan. Lady Cloud delved deep into love magic, which is a dangerous thing to do. She found nothing to help the situation they were in, therefore, she sneaked into a forbidden section of the Canterlot library, this part of the halls of knowledge housed vary dark and powerful love magic.

And it is there that she found a tome from which I was born, a spell that through fire and dust and many other things, super charges a magic influx form some plane of oblivion and therefore makes a soul comprised of other souls. The matter used is random and out of the casters control. That's honestly all I know on the matter for I am not a unicorn and it’s hard to understand that stuff. I do know that the reason for the spell is to make a perfected lover for one who is without love.