Thirty Minute Pony Stories

All is silent within the tree that Twilight calls her home, it has been that way for weeks now. The weather only seems to match her mood with stark similarity. A looming storm, skies of a deep purple and deeper shades of grey. The wind blows only lightly, kicking up stray leaves and litter that has fallen about the tree. The sky is holding its breath, literally, the quiet before the storm.

Much is it the same within the tree, as the mare plods backwards and forwards across the floor of the main living area, Spike, her faithful assistant, and friend, is sat on her bed. He watches her trot backwards and forwards with an oddly vacant expression. Twilight looks over to a pile of books she has been adding to for a while now. She trots over purposefully, taking one off the top.

“But who would do something like this? I… It doesn’t make any sense…”

Spike just shrugs, wondering what exactly the huge issue is. He decides to vocalise his concerns, and discovers Twilight has been set to a much shorter fuse than he realised, after speaks his elegant, and truly magnificent piece
“Twilight, you’re getting far too worked up over this. They’re just books.”

She whirls around and near hurls the book past him, and she would have, if not for her ability to alter physical reality with her will alone. The book she was previously holding hovers in the air before Spike, a strange magical aura flitting about it, like a thin and glistening membrane of some strange fluid. Spike slowly reaches up and takes the book out of the air, placing it tentatively on the bed next to him. Twilight sighs heavily and slumps to her haunches.

“I’m sorry Spike… This has just gotten me so…So…”

The mare turns and shouts in frustration through clenched teeth

“So… Mad.”

Spike nods, smirking just slightly
“Yea Twi, I can see that. Almost felt it too.”

He indicates the book with a clawed hand, slipping off the bed and walking over to her.
Twilight stays where she is. She glances over to the pile of books with a look of loss and confusion.

“But who would bend the corners of pages over like that? I’ve checked almost half the books in this whole tree. They’re all the same. On one page or another, one of those damned creases just in the corner, laughing at me. It’s disgraceful. No book should be treated that way.”

Twilight stands up and near screams at the best of her capability.
“Book marks were made for a reason!”

Spike flinches back, walking over and carefully putting one of his scaled hands upon Twilight’s back.
“I know Twi… Just, try and forget about it for now. You need some sleep. You’ve been up all night trying to figure it out.”

Twilight nods slowly
“I suppose you’re right Spike. Promise to help me in the morning?”

“I promise” The dragon says with a hand over his heart

“Pinkie promise?…”

Spike sighs
“Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

Twilight smiles, clearly satisfied, and trots over to her bed, but not before nuzzling Spike gently. He returns the affection and walks over to his own small bed just by Twilight’s. She follows him over, slipping under her covers and quickly settling down.

Spike turns over, but not to allow himself the folly of sleep. No, Spike reaches over to a particular book, opening it and settling back into his bed. Spike was glad he had taken Twilight’s advice, these books were a great deal of fun after all! It had just taken him a while to see it. And although he was more of a bedtime reader, he greatly enjoyed the different places the books took him just before he travelled into the land of nod.

An hour or so later, Spike yawns widely. He looks over to the clock on the wall, deciding it’s late enough, and that his journey of discovery into this new book will have to wait until tomorrow night. He takes the page, without thought, and folds the corner over, so as not to lose track. Unbeknownst to him however, twilight has been watching for most of the past hour and a half, waiting for just this moment. She grimaces heavily and silently levitates the book that the dragon has just placed down.

Spike has just begun to drift into the world of dreams, and as such, doesn’t see the book coming toward him quite rapidly, although he will feel it for about a week afterward.
Twilight waits until he has gone downstairs to acquire himself an icepack, and slowly levitates the book to her, taking great care to unfold the corner that spike has folded. She notices the definite crease it has made and frowns again. It cut straight through one of her favourite phrases from a particular book, a favourite also. ‘Elementary, my dear Watson” And she scowls all the harder.

It takes a long time for Twilight to forgive him, but she does. In time.

—-

BSB Comments:

Spike bends the corners of books instead of using bookmarks? The fiend! I enjoyed this! It’d be just like Twilight to fret over something like this, and poor Spike thought he could get away with it too. I liked how you worked the prompt in to the ending as well, in one shape or form. Very nice! I enjoyed this thoroughly.