From behind the curtain

//-- Demon --/
“That crazy mare” I mutter as I wake up.
“I’m not sure if that was flirting or putting me in my place.”

Star is an amazing fighter, magic or not, I was sort of disappointed once they moved her into a desk job. It couldn’t be helped, she’s just as skilled with political prowess and managing as she is with maic. There’s not much she’s not skilled with… except personal relationships… Heh. Oh hay! Is that what she’s doing now? Personal relationships? If so, am I some sort of training partner or the target of her latest conquest? I don’t want to be a conquest to her; I’m not some damn trophy, to end up with her. With her? I mean she is great and she brings out the best in everything and so full of life. I mean it would be so bad if we ended up together. Ahh who cares. Whatever happens will happen.
“Two days of relaxing! Ow. Shoot. I really did push myself too far yesterday, my magic isn’t all the way back. Blasted magic hangovers headache things.” I say as I rub my forehead.

If too much magic; too many spells; or too many high end spells are cast too quickly in a short time span it’s about the same as blowing a fuse. Now I had done all three of those and had blown probably everything. With a blown fuse you’d just change it, unfortunately with these metaphorical fuses they just take a few hours to somewhere over a day to fully repair. Also, like I had already complained about, the magic strained headaches were the cherry on top. At least I should be all better by the time Me, Lightning, Thunder, Blaze and other stallion needed to go. I forget his name, so what? It’s probably something like Hurricane, Storm, Twister, something tough sounding. At least that’s how most of the Royal Guards’ names are. I’ll just figure it out later.

I look around the room. The sun is shining in all nice. The room well lit shows plain tan walls with age one wall has a sheet of plywood and dart board with knives in it. Directly across from the dart board, against the wall, is my bed and desk with some stationary, some knives and cups. My floor has my armor strune about with some bits and papers scattered where ever they fell. I don’t think I’d ever clean it up, even if I had company, I’m sure they’d expect my room to look like this. I try not to disappoint especially if it’s easier for me.

//-- Shimmering Truth --/
“Where is it?” Truth frantically says.

He started his day like normal: nightmare; screaming; getting ready; breakfast; pack bag; Donut Joe’s and office. Remembering the notebook, he searched his drawers and his desk, even the trashcan. The things, the ideas and photos that it held he’d never want anypony to see. It’s contents may in mostponies’ eyes very well be ground to have him put away in an asylum. Even though a lot of it was theories or opinions, there was a myriad factual events and documents which he was building a personal case for in hopes of one day exposing everything he could. With nopony that would take anything he had serious, it became an outlet and an ever increasing tome of knowledge.
Now it was gone. His mood that had swayed back and forth the previous day was now just gloom. He’d just lost an important piece of himself. Almost Everything in there was irreplaceable. He had it since he was an older foal. It was his own fault, he thought. ‘If you don’t treat a treasure as it should be treated you won’t have it’
Truth slams his head to the desk and sighs. He feels like giving up or not caring. He looks over to the stack of papers in his in box and grabs them. He grabs his special Clopix marker and tries it on all the papers and sets the ones aside that have the magic ink on them. The others he puts back in the in box. He grabs a stapler and smashes the staple through the stack. He grabs a pen and paper and writes.
‘It has come to my understanding that these articles aren’t up to the expectations upheld by Canterlot Unicorn News Times. I therefore apologize for the numerous submissions and I will no longer be revising these. From S. Truth’
“This should make them happy…or suspicious… nah… they just would think that the talk worked and wish they would have done it sooner.”

Stapling the paper on the stack of rejects Truth throws it into the out box. He works on the rest of the papers. He doesn’t pay attention to the coworkers that flood into the building or their noise. To any of the ponies that pass Truth by they just see him nose deep in his work. Truth was just trying to avoid his feelings for the loss of his book.
“Truth, do you have anything to be turned in?”
“What? I have some but normally I turn my own stuff in or It’s picked up a few hours after lunch.”
“Yeah I heard that’s how it was done, but I also like to pick up stuff from ponies before lunch too.”
“Wait you didn’t happen to turn in a book from my desk did you?”
“Yes” she says cheerily.
‘Oh shoot’ I think.
“And you turned it in?”
“No I kept it for myself. Just kidding. Of course I turned it in.”
“Ok thanks. Here’s all I have as of right now… You know what I’ll take care of this” Truth said as he almost gave her the papers, only to pull them back before she could grab them.

Grey Mare trots off to the next cubical and goes through the same motions as she had in his cubical. Truth’s emotions were now all over the place, but he quelled them. Emotions and feelings will have to wait for him, for now Truth has a mission. Hopeful the editor had just tossed it aside and would just give it back when asked for it. He grabs all of his papers from the out box and torts to the editor door. The editor an older stallion with green coat and silver mane ted backwith a visor on was reading over some papers.
“Hey Final Touch here’s my papers.”
“Just set ‘em down o’ver there.” He points to a bin overflowing with papers.
“Umm… You didn’t happen to get my notebook did you?”
“Yep.”
“Can I get it back?”
“Nope. I don’t have it.”
“What? Where is it?”
“I turned it over to the royal guard.”
“Why?”
“Well that thing was so darn packed with weird stuff I had no idea what to make of it myself. Our office sends stuff like that; threat notices and just weird stuff to the Royal Guards for investigative or security issue purposes. It’s been a standing order since for as long as I’ve worked ‘ere. I’ll also tell y that quite a bit of yer papers visit them, but don’t tell anypony that I told you. It’s been almost an everyday thing with your papers for the last month.”
“So you go to the palace or royal guard office and turn them in?”
“Celestia no, they just send some normal pony over and he returns the stuff before I even come in at the morning.”
“Thanks Final. I got to go get some coffee. Do you want any from the break room?”
“No, I’m good thanks for your offer.”