Magic Mishaps

Trondason had no real idea why Twilight Sparkle was the way she was.

First she started spinning her head like some monster straight out of SCP, then she just stared at him while giggling. He wouldn’t have even disgraced Pinkie by saying she was likely to do this. While Trondason was figuring what the hell was wrong with her, Spike was in another room, laughing his ass off and having a good time.

Twilight had abruptly stopped her freaky display, regained her composure, and made Trondason unsure that she had ever tried to grab him (or whatever the hell she was doing), and introduced herself. “Sorry about that.” She said to the bewildered Trondason. She tried to console him by offering him food and such, but he was too preoccupied trying to plan his swift escape.

Calling himself a pansy was all he really needed to convince himself otherwise, and by the time he decided to stay, Twilight had just finished introducing herself. “Nice to meet you, Twilight. My name’s Ni-” He stopped himself before he could make a mistake. “Midnight. Midnight Scroll.” he corrected himself.

Twilight looked at his flanks for a moment, observing his cutie mark, trying to see if his name matched his flanks. Although the majority of ponies have names similar to their cutie marks, there were some that didn’t. How parents were capable of naming their foals after a mark they have yet to get, the world might never know the full answer. Trondason suspected it was similar to the way he found his own fake name, and if he was correct, Black-light’s.

“Well, hello Midnight. It’s nice to meet you” Twilight said, extending her hoof. Trondason reluctantly took that hoof, and made a jerking motion, hoping that handshakes were relevant here. “Spike told me you wanted to know about magic.” She clearly lied. No creature could react in the same insane way she did after already knowing the information that provoked such a reaction. Either she was crazy, or she was not to be trusted.

But she was already known to be a little crazy.

“Well” she continued, “I do happen to know a fair bit of magic, and could help you if you need it.” She gave off a slight pleading glare, trying to get the point across that she really wanted to help in any way, as if Trondason hadn’t guessed this.

“Why, that would be lovely, thanks. Honestly, I don’t know much about magic, at all, so I would need to start with the basics, if you could direct me to the books, that would be most excellent.” He said, while smiling. Twilight returned the smile, and went to behind a desk in the corner of the room. She began searching through.

“Ah, here you go. Heres a book on spells, if that’s what you wanted.” She levitated the book over to Trondason, who tried to grab it in his own telekinetic grip. He observed Twilight’s grip, and saw that it was slightly unstable, and rickety. Perhaps she learned the other method of levitation, and became accustomed to it’s supposedly flawed effects. Trondason lit his horn, sent a small bit of energy to the book, and covered it in his energy. The book was then covered in a blue aura, although it was spherical instead of wavy, like Twilight’s. “Wow, that’s some grip you got there!” Twilight exclaimed. “How did you get it so… Concentrated? I’ve never seen it done in such a refined way like that before.”

“I dont know, just natural, I guess.” He explained to her. She didn’t seem very pleased about this, but had other things to do at this time. “Well” she began, “just call me if you need any help with something.” She said, turning towards the stairs. “My assistant would be right back down in a moment, and could help you with some of this, if you need it.” She said, as she began to walk up the stairs, probably towards her room.

Trondason heard a thud coming from the open kitchen, and turned his head over to look at it. Expecting a sack or something similar to come through the threshold, he walked over to the kitchen, and was greeted with Spike, who he wanted to hit. “Oh, hey.” Spike said.

“You tried to sell me out.” Trondason said to a now horrified Spike. Spike just stared into his eyes for a second, and then tried to change the subject.

“Um… You checking that book out?” Spike asked, pointing to the book floating next to Trondason. Trondason looked at the book, and realized that he wasn’t even concentrating on the levitation at all. It was as if he was doing nothing to affect it, and here it was. “That’s some telekinetic field you got there.” Spike began to inspect the properties of the field while circling the floating book. “Nice shape, healthy color. It looks roughly spherical in shape, while it's a little wavy around the edges. Who taught you how to levitate?” Spike questioned.

“I taught myself.” Trondason answered, more truthfully than the answer that Twilight was given. Spike was acting like he would have expected from Twilight and Trollestia mixed together. So observant.

Spike chuckled at this. “Well, you should write a book or something” he waved his claw in the air as he walked just past Trondason. “Are you checking that book out?” Spike asked again, which Trondason answered “Yes.” to.

“Um, thats from Twilight’s library so you can keep it longer than a normal book if you want to.” Spike walked to the desk in the corner and pulled out a list and a paper. He ripped two perfectly cut rectangles out from it, and scribbled on both papers. “Whats your name?”

“Midnight Scroll.” Trondason said. Spike was intrigued by this name, and was tempted to ask if Trondason was a scribe, like he was. He dropped the question, and simply did his job. When he was done writing, Spike handed trondason one of the sheets. “Heres your slip. Twilight doesn’t use that book at all, so you might as well keep it. Still, check up on us once in a while in the scenario that she thinks otherwise. See you later if our business is done.” With that, Spike got up and walked into the kitchen.

Trondason remembered Spike being upstairs, yet he climbed in through the kitchen. Did he climb through the window or something? Why?

Ignoring his thoughts, Trondason left the library to go to Applejack’s farm.

---Dont mind me, boys and girls! I’m just a line break!---

Trondason didn’t get lost on his way to the farm, and he definitely didn’t find himself circling that house again. The farm was relatively easy to find, and considering it was the second largest area of distanced trees on the edge of town, he could spot it from a while away, without asking for directions.

He made it to the outermost gates, and looked at the farm. Acres and acres of red, green, and yellow apple trees looked extremely appetizing to him, but he had things to do, ponies to see. Instead of finding an opening in the fence, he simply jumped over like a normal person with things to do, and continued on his path undeterred.

There seemed to be a transparent pathway leading up to the barn next to the Apple family house, and after following it, it led him straight to Big Mac, Applejack’s brother. He was huge, much bigger than Trondason guessed him to be. He couldn’t tell much through a television visor, but now, in near direct contact with the red stallion, Trondason could see why people say he’s like he it.

The dude was muscular, enough said.

Big Mac knew Trondason was here, and just looked at him as he approached. “Can ah help ya?” Big mac asked. He had a serene expression, and he didn’t have his yoke around his neck, so he looked pretty relaxed, and nonchalant. “Yes, can you tell me where Applejack is?” Trondason asked. Big Mac didn’t seem too worried about that, and just pointed over to the old, red house.

“Can ah ask why?” Big Mac questioned, but still seemed very disinterested.

“She saved my life after I saved her dog.” Trondason answered, then started towards the house as Big Mac walked off.

Trondason walked up to the old fashioned, red house. It seemed to be well maintained, if not painted freshly. The paint was faded, and splinters could barely be seen, but that was all the negative stuff. The rest of the house was smooth and it wasn’t even creaky under his hooves. The porch seemed to be enchanted, as it was as cool as a nice shower. It was also more humid than the outside area.

Trondason knocked on the door and waited for a moment. “Ah’m comin.” He heard the muffled voice. A moment passed, and the door opened, showing a yellow mare with a blond mane. “Applejack.” Trondason muttered.

“Yea, that’s me.” She said, throwing some stray mane out of her face. “Can ah help you?” She asked.

“Um… Yeah, you asked to see me after I got out of the hospital.”

“Wait. Do you mean you’re…?”