Chapter 1: The Filly Tales
“Wake up, Twilight,” whispered Spike. Twilight Sparkle had her eyes shut. She couldn’t decide whether she wanted wake up or emerge back into her dreams. ”C’mon, Twilight,” said Spike. “I made your favorite breakfast.” Twilight Sparkle grabbed her pillow and threw it over her head, grunting in agony. “Spike! Just five more minutes!” she cried, frustrated.
Spike jumped on her dorsum. “I thought you were looking forward to today,” he remarked. “What day is it?” Twilight Sparkle asked impatiently, briefly pausing between every word she spoke. “Thursday,” replied Spike. “Thursday!” Twilight Sparkle shouted. She jumped from her bed and threw the pillow to the ground below my bed. She immediately dashed downstairs. Spike followed her much more casually than his master, arised in her great quandary. “Aren’t you going to have breakfast?” Spike asked me as Twilight Sparkle used her unicorn magic to pick up the brush and smooth her flabby mane. She then gasped and dropped the brush, and raced over to the table where Spike placed her breakfast. She wolfed it down, and then ran to a bookshelf. Twilight Sparkle used my magic once again, but this time, she carelessly allowed it to cause an avalanche of books to flood the entire room, very similar to the situation where Rainbow Dash had crashed into the library when practicing a Sonic Rainboom, whereas Applejack, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie had generously assisted Twilight Sparkle in organizing it after a crazy week of studying.
Just when Spike caught up with her, he stopped, only to be swept away like a puny creature being swallowed by a high tide. However, he managed to pop his head up from the mayhem Twilight Sparkle had caused. “Jeez!” Spike hollered. “What’s with you today?” “There is just no way I’ll make it!” Twilight Sparkle panicked. “I’ll never make the train to Canterlot! I haven’t studied enough this week! You’re going to have to tell Princess Celestia I’ll have to reschedule! Spike!”
Suddenly, a monstrous-sized, medium-wood colored book fell from the highest shelf in the library, and smashed right on top of Twilight Sparkle's head. She collapsed on top of the debris of books. “Twilight!” Spike wailed out to her in vast concern. “A-are you okay?” He picked up one of her hooves. “Please wake up, Twilight!” Twilight Sparkle struggled to regain consciousness for a moment. She groaned in immense pain, but stopped her complaining once she saw the book that had just fallen from the shelf.
“Spike,” said Twilight Sparkle. “Since when did I have that book?” Spike picked it up, blowing the dust of it, revealing its title in rusty gold. “Filly Tales,” Spike announced. “Oh, Spike!” Twilight Sparkle returned to her irritable mood. “We don’t have time for silly little stories like that!” She used her magic to remove the book from Spike’s hand, throwing it into the ocean of scattered works.
“Now, Spike,” Twilight Sparkle pronounced. “Take a note, please. I must inform the Princess right away my current dilemma!” Spike completely blacked out her instructions. His focus was fixed onto the textbook she has just thrown. “Spike!” squawked Twilight Sparkle, impatiently. Spike walked passed her towards the book. “Spike!” roared Twilight Sparkle. Her anger was rising within every second she spoke. Spike continued to disregard her. “The book,” said Spike. “It's glowing.”
“SPIKE!” Twilight Sparkle could not take any of this nonsense any longer. She turned her body around, where Spike has walked to.” Will you just please write a letter to Princess –“ On the spur of the moment, she stopped herself from blustering. “S-spike?” He had vanished without warning. Twilight Sparkle panted in horror. She scrambled her way through the profusion of books, until she found the Filly Tales.
Spike was more that right when he had told her that it was glowing. It was beaming a color as bright as the sun’s shine at the crack of dawn. She took a step back, taking a deep breath in . Just in the nick of time, she had thought of a spell she had learned the other day. “Okay, relax,” she told herself. She ducked her head down a little bit, and a flow of magic charged towards the Filly Tales. The book’s glimmer completely mirrored the spell, and it went straight back to Twilight Sparkle. The book began to rise from the floor, and her own magic began to force her to rise as well, against her will.
Twilight Sparkle gasped in disbelief. ‘This....can’t be happening!” Twilight Sparkle, who was most likely the most masterful magician in all of Ponyville, was being controlled by her own spell, and could do nothing about it. The Filly Tales opened itself, revealing the illustrations of childish stories that lied within them. Twilight Sparkle began to feel a gravitational pull towards the book. “No! No!” she wailed. “This can’t be happening! Spike! Help me! Please!”
There was no hope of Spike being any help now. Twilight Sparkle forsakenly allowed the Filly Tales to consume her. As she began to immerge into the old book, a portal generated from the pages. It was pitch black and rather terrifying. As Twilight Sparkle grew closer and closer to it, it began to amplify into an immeasurable dimension. Finally, it engulfed Twilight Sparkle all the way inside. Once the portal closed, she could no longer see the comfortable library she once maintained. There was absolutely nothing she could see. She was far too terrified to even cry out in repugnance. Rather, she felt as if her existence was being eliminated. Twilight Sparkle closed her eyes, and shut herself down the astounding position she had put herself in. She allowed it to blow all away.
Chapter 2: Into The Woods
The world blocked out for Twilight Sparkle. She was locked away in a dreamless sleep, or as it seemed. Despite her inability to use most of her senses to analyze her current position, there was one particular vibe that she could function to assist her. That was the beating of her heart. Lub. Lub. Lub. Lub. The rhythm was extenively organized. Lub. Lub. Lub. Lub. This was only substance that accompanied young Twilight Sparkle. There was absolutely nothing else she could do but accept her powerlessness at this point. Lub. Lub. Lub. Lub. Not even the most powerful unicorn in all of Ponyville couldn’t help herself. The heart continued to beat regularly, as a sign of her inadequacy, yet at the same time, it was an assurance that she was still a prevailing vitality inside an anatomy of some sort. Lub. Lub. Lub. Lub.
In the middle of all of it, Twilight Sparkle gradually gathered her qualification to hear voices surrounding her. "Twilight?" The voice was faint, but with each word, it became more and more apparent, rather than jibberish that could even be considered a foreign language. "Twilight! I'm serious this time!" Finally, Twilight Sparkle identified the voice as her baby dragon assistant, Spike, who evidently ended up in the same location as herself after being gobbled up by an ancient book.
Twilight Sparkle struggled to speak. "Spike." She barely mumbled, struggling to process hardly any thoughts. "Princess Celestia." "There's no time for Princess Celestia!" cried Spike. His words caused a major distress, a mental earthquake in Twilight Sparkle's instinct. [i/]How Spike ever[i/] consider Princess Celestia unimportant to her most loyal, hardworking student? Twilight Sparkle erupted from her idling rest. In haste, she opened her plum-colored eyes instantly. She was prepared to scold her assistant in the fiercest manner possible, but instead was broken off by the surrounding she had awakened to.
Twilight Sparkle was in much too awe to even gasp in despair. Once again, words defeated a pony with the most diverse vocabulary. She found herself in her own bed, literally how she began her today. In particular, she was in her library at home, but the entire room could be no further than modern. Despite the house practically being a tree before, it had a more elderly atmosphere than it ever had previously. The bed was designed from wood chopped from an old oak tree. The sheets were a plain boring white color, not like the comfortable patterns of constellations Twilight Sparkle owned that precisely matched the personality of a brilliant young mind. Every book on the book shelf possessed a dull color of brown.
The unicorn finally looked down at Spike. He was dressed in akin apparel as his costume for Hearth's Warming Eve. Twilight Sparkle looked down at the shiny floor below her, only to see her reflection staring at herself in *her " own Hearth's Warming Eve costume. "I told you, Twilight," Spike told her. "My library! My home!" Twilight Sparkle scampered around the place. She charged at a book at random on one of the shelves and sprinted through its pages. "All of these books consist of old spells! These are spells nopony uses anymore! Spike! What's happened?!"*
"Get a load of what's *outside, Twilight," Spike announced, walking downstairs and opening and holding the door for her. Twilight Sparkle made a run for it to see the what Ponyville had become. Speculations came flooding through Twilight Sparkle's head like tsunami. Has Discord returned? Did he outmode Equestria? That's impossible! Then it would be raining chocolate and cotton candy clouds! Have I been punished by Princess Celestia? Am I loosing my *mind?* None of her predictions could be further from the truth. Outside of her humble home was nothing more than trees. It was an aphotic, blackish forest. Her house was in the middle of scenic nowhere. "Look up at the sky," suggested Spike. Twilight Sparkle obeyed. There was no sky. Instead, there were gargantuan words softly, yet firmly printed on a decayed page.*
"I told you Princess Celestia is going to be no help," Spike declared. "Because she *isn't here. We're in a story book of yours. If you could have just listened to me, we would've been in this situation." Twilight Sparkle could be hysterical no longer. Spike was right. "Spike," she declared. "We must go into those woods if we are to discover how to get out of here." Spike hesitated for an abrupt second. "I don't know, Twilight. They look kind of creepy. It could be really dangerous." "Not if I can help it," Twilight Sparkle asserted confidently. Once more, she bestowed her magic, casting a spell to urge a temporary blaze of light to shine from her horn. Spike hopped on to her back, getting a grip on her neck. He took a deep breath. "Okay, Twi."*