• Published 11th May 2014
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Blank Book - Regidar



Twilight reads a book with no words, no page numbers, and no title.

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"Chapter One..."

Twilight sat, blinking at the pages of the blank book. It was an odd book, completely blank, completely unreadable due to the lack of text, but it kept her entrapped anyways.

She turned another page—yes, it too was blank. An empty, boundless, blank expanse where beautiful black bunches of text should have been. Her eyes scanned it, to check if the font was just very small or very light—but no. If the font had been small, she could have been able to detect faint lines of black scurrying across the page, shading the paper grey. If it had simply been too light, a similar circumstance would have been achieved.

No, this paper was blank.

Twilight turned yet another page. The same sight greeted her there: no words to be found. Just pristine, untouched pages, pure white from lack of inscribing.

“Wait...” Twilight muttered to herself, staring at the pages. “Pure? No damage at all?”

She flipped through the pages, faster now. One after another, the pages were the same. No page markers, no tiny quips, not even some ink stains. Just barren page after barren page. Twilight glanced down at the book, sighing.

Gently, she flipped over the book, looking at the back cover. It was a simple leather cover, with some dirt pressed into it from where it had lain in the ground. Other than that, it was undamaged, completely devoid of marks, scratches, or burns. Its leather cover told Twilight where it was from—only the Griffon Empire bound their books with leather.

“Why would I have a blank book from the Griffon Empire?” Twilight mused aloud. No one answered her. She heard a shout for another bucket of water, which she dismissed right away. She had to keep her mind focused on the book. Setting it down on the ground again, she opened it to the first page.

Where a title page would usually be, there was nothing. She flipped a page. Where a table of contents would usually be, there was nothing. Groaning in frustration as her annoyance with the book mounted, Twilight slammed the book shut, staring at the front cover.

No title.

At first, Twilight had thought it to be a journal; yet there was no name written inside. There were no lines to guide the writing of an individual so that it would not run messy all along the page, wild and out of control. The pages were not numbered as dates, so it could not be a day planner.

Its being empty made it a curiosity, one that she needed to explore at all costs.

“Could there be something hidden in the book?” Twilight wondered to herself. “Maybe hidden in the binding...”

Taking a deep breath, Twilight lifted the book into the air with her magic, and scrolled through the book to the page where the papers were threaded together with red twine. Shaking slightly, Twilight began to unthread the pages of the book. Painstakingly, she removed the string, and the papers broke apart into two neat stacks, held together no doubt by some sort of adhesive. Still, they’d be easy enough to pry apart now.

Twilight slowly disassembled the book, checking every piece of paper once more, just in case words had decided to show their faces now that the book had been torn asunder lovingly. Breathing slow, deep breaths, the alicorn set all the pages to one side, and moved on to the cover.

The cover was where she had suspected the book’s secret items were hiding, if it held any secret items at all. Staring down at the cover, she hesitated. Was she really willing to damage the cover of a book on the off chance something may be there?

She moved her magical aura to contain only a small portion, vertical across the cover of the book. Twilight swallowed hard. Could she do this?

The magical aura dissipated, and Twilight slumped, sighing in a pained manner. She couldn’t bring herself to break the book’s cover. Not when she wasn’t absolutely sure what was within.

Taking all the books pieces, she bound it back together. The pages were divided evenly on the inside of the front and back covers, and they were threaded back together thusly. At last, she magically adhered the book back together, and flipped through it. Good as new!

Which still told her nothing.

Twilight pouted, her bottom lip jutting out. This was beyond exasperating! Why would there just be a simple, blank book from the Griffon Empire sitting in her—

Unless, of course, it wasn’t so simple after all...

Twilight Sparkle giggled to herself. Of course! Why hadn’t she thought of it earlier? It was magical! The secrets of this book had to be magically disguised. Nothing grandiose, though—she would have noticed a particularly strong aura emanating from it by default. This meant this book hadn’t be transfigured from something else, or tethering an object in the ether. However, the spell that made text invisible was a very light, almost undetectable spell...

“Unless somepony’s looking for it!” she exclaimed out loud, getting a strange look from a passing pony carrying burnt branches on her back. Twilight ignored this, and turned her attention back to the book. Firing up her detect magic spell, she enwrapped the book in a light lavender glow, and sprunged the book for magical detail.

Nothing.

Twilight stared at the book, transfixed, her facial expression unwavering. Slowly, her left eye began to twitch, and her teeth began to slide over one another, grinding audibly. In a moment of utter despair, the alicorn flung the book onto the ground, letting out a cry of anguish.

The book fell open to a random page, closer to the front than the back. Twilight did not look at it at first, and she felt that she didn’t need to; it would be as blank as always. Nothing would have changed. She screwed her eyes shut, a tear falling from both as she was hammered by waves of frustration.

Still, curiosity gnawed at her. She had to check, just to be certain.

Carefully, almost tentatively, Twilight opened one eye, and glanced down at the book. Predictably, the pages were still bare of words; she didn’t even feel any sorrow from having it reaffirmed.

She did feel sorrow, a blazing, intense sorrow, from what was now laying on top of the pages. A few scattered ashes lay on the white paper, now marring it with little black marks. The marks were nothing as well—no text came from them. Just contact smudges.

A hoof rested on her shoulder as Twilight continued to stare back at the book. “Twilight?” she heard Applejack’s voice say to her. “Ah think it’s safe to go inside now.”

Twilight nodded, and brushed the ashes away with a hoof. The little black marks smeared slightly, but they would not leave. Closing the book, she levitated it beside her as she stood upright and began to walk slowly towards what remained of The Golden Oaks Library.

It was nothing but a shell now—a burnt husk, the top leaves almost all gone, the trunk now scorched and twisted, what was left of it hanging off, completely blackened. The door, which had been blasted to bits earlier by Twilight herself by a strong blast of alicorn magic, lead into the remains of the first floor.

Twilight stepped through the doorframe and onto the ash coated remains of the inside of her library. Bookcases were smoldering, their flames having been put out by the helpful members of Ponyville’s Volunteer Fire Department. Some smoke still swam in the air, and for the most part it had risen out of the decimated trunk that had at one time been Twilight’s home.

Two other ponies stood there: Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy was staring at Twilight, her eyes watering. Pinkie Pie was staring down at the floor, a somber expression on her face, something Twilight was not used to seeing. The pink pony turned to look at the approaching one, and smiled a half-hearted, empty smile.

“H-hey, Twilight!” Pinkie began, stuttering slightly, and then falling silent at the look Twilight gave her back. It was not an angry, aggressive look, but rather a deep gaze of grief. Pinkie Pie stepped back as Twilight stepped forward.

Fluttershy turned to Twilight, who was looking upon the bookshelf nearest to her. “Oh, Twilight... I’m so sorry...”

Twilight said nothing, and instead continued to look at the shelf. It had been where, at one point, almost all the books on Equestrian history had sat. Now, there was nothing but a few scorched pieces of planks, and a half burnt book, the title having been eaten away by the flames.

Twilight levitated it up, ashes and burnt pages fluttering out from it. Opening the ruined book, she choked back a sob as she scanned it, all the pages unreadable. She heard the sound of hooves behind her, multiple pairs, and shivered as she felt three hooves rest around her shoulders.

Applejack, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie all scooted closer, enveloping Twilight in a warm, inviting hug. Twilight’s magic relinquished the book, and it fell into an ash pile on the floor. She closed her eyes, letting their embrace swallow her, as if it numbed the pain of so much knowledge lost.

She heard more hooves enter the library, and felt another join the hug: Rarity.

In a rush of smokey air, there was a final addition to the embrace: Rainbow Dash.

The six of them stood there, in a big hug, as they once had in the same place all that time ago, back when the library was a full, beautiful tree, and when they had been smiling. There were no smiles here, just the sombre holding of friends, hoping that for just one moment, it would all go away.

Twilight was the first to open her eyes. She glanced around at the ponies hugging her, all of them still close-eyed and squeezing tightly. Heaving a heavy sigh, she began to squirm out from between the group of them. They graciously parted, all opening their eyes one after another, watching as Twilight walked outward.

Rainbow Dash was the first to speak. “Did... did you find anything? Any books, I mean? Safe books?”

Twilight lifted her wing, where she guessed she must have put the blank book when she went to pick up the burnt one. “Just... just one.”

“What’s it about?” asked Rarity.

“Nothing.” Twilight’s voice was a dry croak as she spoke the words.

“Nothing?”

Twilight nodded, levitating the book up, and flipping through the pages for the others to see. “Empty. Blank. No one wrote in it... not a griffon, not a pony, not a dragon... no one.”

Looking out about the ruins of her library, Twilight closed her eyes again. Tears were beginning to flow fresh from her eyes, the pain of so much lost almost overwhelming, and completely unbearable.

Twilight inhaled deeply, the smoky air causing her to cough violently. Looking down at the blank book in her magical grasp, she almost felt... at peace. This strange new feeling dawning upon her, Twilight’s face screwed up in perplexity. What was going on?

Trotting over to her lectern, the only fixture of the library that had survived completely, a mere scorch mark running down the side, she cleared its top of ashes. The blank book was dropped upon it, and she looked at the cover with an increasing sense of tranquility.

After a few moments, Twilight heaved a sigh, and smiled softly down at the book. Turning back to her friends, she gestured for them to come closer. As they did so, she herself looked down at the lectern shelves, her smile getting wider as she saw that most of the contents had been unharmed; some bottle of ink had broken and spilled on the parchment below, and some of the quills had been singed, but for the most part almost all of it was fine. Levitating up an unbroken ink bottle, and an un-scorched quill, she lay them to the side of her book.

“While I was looking at this blank book,” Twilight told her friends as they gathered around her. “I had something of... an epiphany, I guess you could say. I don’t know how this book came to be in my possession, nor do I know what its purpose was. For everything I know, it was just a blank book that a careless griffon printer accidentally boxed with a bunch of other books. I do know one thing, though—I need to move on. We need to move on. It won’t be immediate, and it won’t be quick, and it certainly won’t be easy...” Twilight paused, and took a breath. “And it needs to start sometime. So how about now?”

Twilight levitated the book up into the air. “This is a blank book. Blank books positively beg to be written in, to be filled. So, let’s do it!”

Her friends were silent for a moment, before Rainbow Dash broke the tension. “Um... what exactly are we supposed to write about in it?”

Twilight grinned. “ The Golden Oaks Library, of course! Every building needs a bit of history to it... and we were here for part of it! I lived in it, even! All of you can help out, and I can do the research for the deeper history. I’ve always wondered who owned it before me...”

All of her friends nodded in agreement and chattered amongst themselves, content with this decision. Twilight’s smile widened, and she dipped the quill in ink. Carefully, she wrote “The Golden Oaks Library” on the cover of the blank book. Waiting a moment for it to dry, she opened the cover of the book, and skipped two pages: one for the title page, another for the table of contents. Staring at the page she had flipped to, Twilight paused for a moment, and then moved her quill down to the page.

“Chapter one...”

Comments ( 106 )

I seem to have a penchant for writing depressing, yet somewhat hopeful stories right before/right after a finale.

I had actually had a document with the first paragraph written in it for many months—almost seven. Today I was provided the perfect opportunity to write the rest of the story.

RIP Golden Oaks Library. ;_;

Blank. Just like your sex life. :trollestia:

4369410 wow gud 1 m8 i bet u fel lik a big mann

Silly Twilight
You're supposed to pee on the pages to see the invisible ink

Never thought adding wuotation marks and ellipsis to Chapter One could give me shivers. Totally going to read now.

2deep4me

Such Poem

Much philosophy

Wow.

Just on premise alone... I love it.

(You magnificent BASTARD, making me cry on a day where many tears have already been shed. Truly you are a gentleman AND a scholar AND an asshole.)

Two other ponies stood their:

Should be there

The book was empty.

The book isn't empty. It's filled with Regidar beautiful horse words.( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

4369432 e tu, Iggy?


4369439 :rainbowkiss:


4369413 oh of course
how could she have forgotten


4369441 :heart:

4369457 If you didn't see, I edited my comment with an error I found. :raritywink:

Fucking beautiful. At first I thought Twilight was just going to write about her own experiences from the library, but an entire book on its whole history just takes the cake.

If you allow me to, I'm going to make this story my headcanon to reduce the pain that still remains from watching the finale.

I should really learn to catch up on episodes before reading new stories/blogs...

Have to say it's damn good, Regidar. For such a seemingly... 'bare' topic, you did a great job making this into so very much more than I was honestly expecting just from the description. Always have to keep looking to/for the positive, no matter how bleak it may seem

The magical aura dissipated, and Twilight slumped, sighing in a pained manor.
manner.

Excellent idea!

And it's pretty sad that the library and all it's contents are gone. It was just as much a character as the rest.

Not bad. I rather liked this short fic. Short and bittersweet. Good work.

The only thing i can think to probably improve on would be to possibly add more detail, but that's just a small opinion. Really, its just fine the way it is.

sorry a dislike for me just because i didn't really like the story. The writing was good and all, but i just don't like the story.:applejackunsure:

This was a really nice read! What had happened hadn't dawned on me until the pony carrying the branches was mentioned. The subtleties were very well inserted, in that they weren't out of place when crossed upon, but when the realization kicks in, it all makes sense and fits. Very rarely do I ever have the pleasure of going across such a well execution of this.

But... Maybe it's not related, but I haven't seen the season finale yet... Or really, any episode past 11. So judging by two comments, I feel like. I may have been spoilered. (In which case, I'm just going to ignore any replies to this comment.)

Damn, Regi. When you wanna do sad, you do it right. It's a bit weird looking at your story list, and noticing that about ten percent are sadfics, while the rest are random.
Whether it comes back or not, I'm gonna miss that tree. :fluttershbad:

4369551 what didn't you like specifically? it'll help me grow as an author.

4369661 I can't really say for sure, but the story seemed like it was in the spur of the moment kind of thing. Again it is well written there aren't any real problems with it. The story just isn't to my taste.

This was... interesting, although I think the tone broke a bit somewhere between browsing the burned shelves and announcing that the blank book would become a history book.

Still a good read and totally upvoteable. :twilightsmile:

Edit for slightly better words.

I saw a couple of mistakes. You used their instead of there.

Shit, Regi. You wrote this? I didn't noticed after ending it. Doesn't seem like what I use to pick to read from your gallery.
Now for positive comments...? Wasn't so sad for me, the ending was kind of heartwarming. The rest was a bit boring, I was expecting something Ala chamber of secrets, time traveling, or alternate dimensions, or something kind like Johnny Darko, I dunno, seems like something that had been working without ponies at all. About stylish or Grammer u know I know shit about that. I can't even sentence.
Hope that helps.

Such a bittersweet story. Beautiful job, my friend.

GAAH! Dem feels...

You know, I was just starting to get tired of seeing so many stories pertaining to this subject. Then this comes along, and I'm like, "This feels fresh. I like this." I mean, I got where it was going pretty quick (though it took me longer to realize what was going to be done with the book), but that didn't make this any less... uh, what's the word? Emotional, I guess. I mean, I'm not quietly weeping or anything, but I'm feelin' it. Heartwarming, mostly.

Um, anyway, great work. I enjoyed this one quite a bit.

4369839
Second. It feels like if the episode didn't just happen, then the plot had little relevance. It may seem like a minor gripe, and it's not worth down voting, but something about it didn't click.

It's reliant on the show to an extreme degree.

That, and I'm not one for the soppy, let's rebuild together kinda thing.:trixieshiftleft:



:trixieshiftright:Oh...if you actually read this far. Uh...it was alright, but wasn't for me.

Regi, y u do dis. The wounds are still bleeding. :fluttercry:

I approve of this fic on the sole concept that Twilight found a way to make a sort of memorial to what transpired and cherish it as a learning experience.
(obligatory #savetree)

I never would have thought that the destruction of a make believe place in a cartoon show about pony's would emotional effect so many people.

That moment when Regidar writes something that gives you feels :moustache:

You done good mate

I liked it. It was a curious story to start with, about something very simple, and then it descended into a sad story about the destruction of Golden Oaks. Quite an interesting tale, I must say.
Absolutely lovely, and very well written. Other than the few aforementioned errors, I think it was powerful and moving.
My only issue is the tone kind of shook about a little. But, oh well.

>came to read the story
>saw your bio
something's familiar
but I can't quite place it

YOU FOOL! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE!:twilightangry2: YOU HAVE MADE ME FEEL! :fluttercry:

So...was this one of the books the parasprites ate all the words out of?

4372354 not at all what I intended, but it may as well be

Got a couple of too vs. to issues in there, just FYI.

Lovely work! Here's a fave!

At first, I was thinking that Twilight was going to examine the book six ways from Sunday, then slowly go insane knowing that nothing is written on its pages then have a psychotic episode and start killing griffons with the book.

Good read, thank you.

hoping for Twily to search for imprint writing, but a good read nonetheless

“Um... what exactly are we supposed to about in it?”

I think you are missing a 'write' in there. :raritywink:

This could have qualified for a Comedic story is it omitted the parts about Golden Oaks Library getting destroyed and adding more parts about Twilight trying to decipher the meaning of a completely blank book. Things certainly started out pretty comedic at first but then became sad when they mentioned Golden Oaks Library.

Also completely unrelated, I've noticed tons of people mourning over the destruction of the library. Am I the only one who thinks there should be a memorial service for the tree?

4376244 ah yes, thank you for pointing that out!

Your life is like an empty book; it is yours alone to write in. Be sure to write quickly though, before someone else chooses to write in it for you.

I was afraid this was gonna go someplace dark. Glad it had a hopeful ending. :pinkiesmile:

omg I really got the feels! r u gonna continue it? I also find it funny how its just that one dislike :rainbowlaugh:

4369386
I've seen that video somewhere else on this site before... :trixieshiftleft: :trixieshiftright:

But really though, has :unsuresweetie: knighty seen this?

This is a beautiful story. The only problem is that Princess Twilight Sparkle knows the difference between Podium and Lectern:

* A podium is the platform upon which the lecturer stands.
* A lectern is the structure upon which the notes of the lecturer rests.

Other than this easily fixed error, this story is perfect.

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