Lyra was a pretty confident mare, confident at most things, but the one thing she was most confident in was the existence of these things called ‘Humans’. Humans were strange creatures which only had two legs, and feet, which were hoofs with small bits attached called toes. They also have no tail, and no hooves. They have hands. Hands were something Lyra wanted to see most, she had of course made many models of them.
Lyra had never seen a human, a real one that is. See, in Equestria humans are myths, legends of Equestria. There are drawings and stories and cartoons based on them, and Lyra was a huge fan. She had been wanting to meet one for ten years.. Lyra quickly made her way into the kitchen, where she used her horn, seeing as she was a unicorn, to create herself a quick sandwich. As she passed her front room, she glanced at her roommate Bon-Bon, and then carried on looking forward.
Lyra had soon come upon a small door, which she open via magic. It led into a basement type area. As Lyra descended into the small dark room downstairs, she could see less and less. She grabbed a small wire hanging from the rooftop of the room and yanked on it, which turned on a now very bright light bulb.
As the place lit up, it also brought on a shine in Lyra’s eyes, a shine of happiness and hope. Knowing Lyra, this was the hope that humans existed and that day she would meet one. On the other side of the room, a small noise brought Lyra out of her musings. A small model of a human had fallen. Lyra gasped and quickly headed over to pick it up from behind the table it had fallen.
‘Oh please don’t be broken!’ she panicked as the reached around for the model. She closed an eye and put her tongue out and she desperately tried harder to get it. she made a happy face and pulled up, with the unbroken model in her hoof. ‘Oh, for a minute there, I thought--’ as she spoke, the model suddenly made a cracking noise and the head fell off. Lyra looked stunned and quickly picked up the head and rushed over to a work bench with a vice at the edge. She quickly, but calmly put the model into the vice and tightened the clamp, just tight enough so it stays stiff and firm while she repaired it and not damage it in the process.
Picking up a glue container, she placed a very small brush into the glue and spread the glue over the neck of the model, before slowly lowering the head onto it, as not to break it further. The model made a creaking sound and Lyra smiled as though this symbolised the drying of the glue. In any case, the model looked like it had not broken at all now.
‘I have to be more careful…’ Lyra then walked over to the table and set the model down in a safe area. As she turned around, she looked at the room as a whole; posters of pictures and diagrams she had drawn, models and scraps of paper littered the floor and and tables, and there was her prized possession, in the middle of the room, in a glass box, the jacket. she had found this in the lost and found at Ponyville town hall.
She knew it wasn't a ponies jacket because of the simple fact that it didn't fit a pony, as she knew from trying it on several times. She asked Spike, at the library, if it fit him, but it was too big. It didn't fit her griffon friend Roman either. She didn't know exactly if is belonged to a human, but she hoped it did.
Lyra giggled at the thought of it all and something upstairs beeped. Lyra’s smile quickly disappeared as she realized she was going to be late. she had a job to go to. She turned off the light and hurried off upstairs, locking the door securely so Bon-Bon couldn't get it, like she almost did once. She grabbed her bracelet, which was black and white and it was striped. As she hopped along, putting on the bracelet, she was joined by her friend Pinkie.
‘Hey Lyra, how ya doin’? What are ya doin’? Where ya goin’?’ Lyra stopped, finished putting on the bracelet and looked at Pinkie.
‘I’m good Pinkie, thanks. I’m going to work, which you knew already because you ask me every morning and I’ll seeya later.’ said Lyra as Pinkie snorted and starting bouncing along in the other direction. Lyra could have sworn she heard Pinkie saying something like ‘just checking’.
When Lyra got to her place of work around five minutes later, she looked up to find Carrot Top outside. Next to her was Rarity, from the boutique downtown. Actually, there was a bunch of ponies outside. Lyra found herself in a small group looking at her place of work, and Mayor Mare was stood at the the front doors, whispering something to a guard.
Rarity turned around and saw Lyra. Before she could say anything, there was a crashing sound coming from inside the building. ‘Rarity, what’s going on?’ asked Lyra, eager to learn more about the situation. Rarity spoke without turning around.
‘Apparently, there is something ghastly in there. Only one pony saw it, though, and he said it was really ugly.’ Lyra looked down and thought about what it could have been, maybe a huge slug, or something disgusting. Lyra exited the crown and, making sure no-pony was watching, she crept around the back of the building. She knew every door into this place, including the storage room entrance.
She picked the lock easily with her magic and quietly entered the building. She quietly rushed past several guard ponies and came to a huge area. She crept behind a pillar and watched as several ponies were discussing what in Equestria had happened. She looked forward, seeing the several guards trotting out of the building because from outside, the Mayor had shouted for everyone to leave.
However, Lyra thought it would be a good idea to carry on having a sneak around, and as she came to a set of quite steep looking stairs, she ran up them as to avoid falling over. Then she looked back to see if anyone was following her and as she turned to look forward again, she bumped into a can of blue paint.
‘No, no, no!’ Lyra jumped as the paint bucket tipped and covered her in blue paint, she was no longer her smooth aqua color. She made a grumpy face and tried to use a spell to remove the paint. she did the best she could, but some blotches of paint remained here and there. She carried on moving after putting the bucket back to remove evidence of her being there.
THUD!
Lyra quickly jumped again and turned around. Something was there. Something was right behind her. she swayed to the right and circled the spot the noise had come from, but as she got closer, she discovered that it was just the bucket again. She hadn't put it on the stool properly and it had fallen. she put the bucket upright, but left it on the floor as she carried on walking the way she was going.
All of a sudden, a guard came right around the corner and shone a torch on Lyra’s hoof. she used an invisibility spell and dodged into the corner of the hall. The guard ran up, and searched the premise. However, upon finding nothing, he carried on with his search. Lyra watch him leave and sighed. ‘Too close.’ she heard the guard a while away saying something about a bucket. as she turned to look where she was going, she bumped into something again.
As she fell, expecting there to be more paint, she looked up. there was something there, taller than her and it was pale. she couldn't see it very well in the dark, but she knew exactly what it was. short hair, no fur, and most importantly… HANDS!
‘HANDS!’ shouted Lyra. The human then turned around and saw Lyra, it was a male, definitely, thought Lyra. he gasped and fell over. Lyra could not believe her eyes. She was with a human. The guard from earlier suddenly came running back and Lyra, thinking quickly, pushed the human behind a painting they were next to that she knew had a room behind it. the guard passed them and ran down the stairs.
Lyra looked at the human again, but he wasn't there. she had certainly seen him, and pulled him into this room, but he was no longer there. she exited the room and looked around. she heard a creaking sound, which is the sound the door made when she had first entered. as fast as she could, she made her way to the back door and ran outside. she saw in the distance, the bushes just outside the Everfree forest. they were moving.
She chased after the bush and watched as the human ran into the forest. Lyra gasped and saw it fully this time. Seeking to speak with the human, she ran around the area, looking for somewhere to get in, and she found a small path. she quickly ran down the path, hoping to see the human.
every now and then, she kept hearing noises, and followed them. but the were only squirrels or bunnies. ‘Not now, I was so close. Human?!’ she shouted, ‘Please come back! I want to speak to you!’ she screamed. She waited in the same place for around ten minutes, but nothing happened.
Lyra drooped her head and left the forest. She slowly walked back to her house. Five minutes later, she arrived, opened the door, went in, closed the door. As she found Bon-Bon with a set of tools trying to break into the basement to see what was down there, she told her off.
‘Sorry Lyra, but you never tell me what IS down there.’ she said.
‘Well, maybe that’s because I don’t want anypony to find out.’ she replied. Bon-Bon retired from trying to break down the door and went to sit on the couch. she sat on the couch like a normal pony would, but when Lyra came to sit down next to her, she was sat weirdly. she had her hind hoofs going to the floor and her front hooves out, as if she were stretching or jumping.
‘Maybe tomorrow, I will find that human’ thought Lyra. Little did she guess, she would indeed see that human again. But it would not be under the circumstances she thought. In fact, it would begin a whole new chapter in her life and story. This story. So prepare for an excellent adventure, folks.
Author's Note
This is a new story I intend to finish. I am so sorry about the stories that I didn't finish, but I can't finish them because I have lost all inspiration for them.
As another author, I'm sure you can understand it is quite harrowing to finish stories when you get to that point. Yes that point, writer's block.
Thanks you for listening to what I have to say, and if anyone has any ideas on how to finish either Blu or Skye's storied, please contact me.
