Tulip's P.O.V
I awoke, my eyes fluttering open, and my hooves moving to wipe the sleep from my eyes.
I don't remember having hooves...But I really tend to just roll with things like this. It gets super strange sometimes, but
panicking would just make things so much worse, now wouldn't it? Then where would I end up?
Nowhere, I guess.
Guessing things, that's new as well. No need for panicking. See, it's all good!
I arose from the flowerbed that I seemed to have been sleeping in, it was oddly comfortable, mind you.
...I wouldn't mind sleeping in a flowerbed once in awhile...
Anyways, I looked up. On estimate, it would be about 7:38 in the morning...If I'm correct.
I looked around. It seemed like the main form in this dimension would be an equine, more specifically,
a pony... I appear to be of a young age at the moment, around the age of a filly. My mane is...
sort of a....mustard...yellow color....My coat is green....And....My eyes...Uhmm...Uh...
I looked into a window, scrunching my face up to see my reflection.
An orange type of color, I suppose...I think I'll call myself...
"Tulip Moss..."
I groaned at the absolutely terrible choice of a name. But it's not as if I can call myself 'Dew of the Blinding Snows',
now can I? Especially with this green coat, the name wouldn't fit my color scheme. I saw a few ponies with wings,
some with a horn, some with neither. I appear to be one with neither.
Strange things happen when you have no idea who you are...
But you get used to it....
I saw a letter, attached to some sort of bottle. I suppose it has some milk in it,
because it has a cow on the front of the wrapper.
I slapped myself with a hoof. Uh, dur it has milk in it! It says MILK on the label!
Wait, yes, the letter. Guess I'll...read it now...yeah...here it goes...
The letter read:

To wake without a clue, is to be stuck like glue.
To stay in three is to find the key, do please enter the library.
The milk is free, please drink it if you please...

"It'd be my pleasure, mysterious paper!" I exclaimed, pouring the contents of the bottle down my throat in many amazing
gulps. It was like taking a little bit of heaven and pouring it's contents into this small, wonderful bottle.
It tasted like chocolate. I wonder if chocolate milk had ever tasted so good?
...The only option now is to find that library the paper told me about...
I wonder what it means by 'To stay in three is to find the key'.....What key?
And the key to what, exactly...
Maybe some kind of treasure chest..Or an old box...Oh! Oh! Wait a second...Wait.

Nope, I don't know...

Violet's P.O.V
My eyes fluttered open. It was still dark, but I felt my eyelashes brush against something that felt like....Paper...
I raised my head, finding that my head had been resting atop a large, wide-open book. Great pillow, oh destiny chooser!
....The one time fate decides to use a book as a pillow....
My long, supposedly purple hair was dangling in my face, and I arose from my seat. A mirror was conveniently placed across the room. Heh. Lucky, lucky me.
I walked over, or crawled over...Considering I was walking on all fours. I gasped slightly at the fact that in my place, or where I should have been in the mirror, was a medium-dark purple horse, or...pony...unicorn filly, with bright, obviously yellow eyes, and the same color mane and tail like my hair was. Or what I think my hair is. I never can be sure. I lifted a arm, and gave my head a tilt. The filly raised it's hoof, and tilted her head in the same manner. I stumbled back, and she did the same. It took me awhile to say that I was indeed the pony in the mirror, and was indeed a unicorn. Not as bad as I thought. I'll call myself...Violet Spark.
On the mirror, there was a little purple sticky
note on the left side. I took the not in my hoof, somehow, and read the note.

Wait for blue, ignore the sheen. Time is waiting to be seen.
Wait for Time in the library, three is needed to receive the key.

Strange note...I guess the next stop is the library....
.......Sounds fun? I guess...

What does it mean by 'Wait for blue, ignore the sheen. Time is waiting to be seen.'? It was as if it was saying 'Time' was a thing and not just a sense of what time you have to fall asleep and when you have to wake up...

Foggy Skies's P.O.V

I groaned, waking up from my amazing nap. My wings shifted into a more comfortable position.
I still have no idea how I got into this cloud. Still, makes a good bed if you think about it.
I sat up, brushing my tomboyish, commonly styled, dark greenish-gray mane away from my face,
with a blow of air out of my mouth. I guess my name could be Foggy...But I'll just call myself 'Fog' ponies don't being
to call me 'Froggy'. 'Cause that would stink, man. I felt something land on my wings. a strange bit of paper snugly placed between the bits of feathers on my left wing. I unlatched the strange, and might I say, annoying, paper out of my feathers and read:

Hours go by, the search goes on,

waiting until the dusk turns dawn.....
Find the library, small grey-green filly.

Library, huh? Meh, it's gotta be more fun than sleeping...
...Guess I gotta go...
.....Stupid mysterious paper....
......Bossy paper....
........Bossy, annoying, itchy paper that tries to squirm it's way into your business...

Author's Note

Fog already knows she looks like a pony. She took a nap after she found out. It's just like that, bro.