A Pony's Guide to Inspiration
Chapter 1
Boredom.
That's all the blue pegasus felt. He was lazed back in chair, which was far less comfortable than a cloud, thinking about nothing. He had just finished a book, depicting ten amazing places. The descriptions were so detailed that he could picture each place, imagining what it would be like to visit them.
But of course, he couldn't. It would be a very strenuous trip to fly to any of those places, considering that all but two of them were contained outside of Equestria's borders, and the two inside of Equestria were so far away that it made the out-of-country locations seem just past The Everfree Forest. Sitting here with nothing to do made him feel no better about just walking the same triagular path from home, to work, to the library, then back. Thinking about doing the exact same thing at his house over and over made him feel even worse, as though he was the very being of practicality, as though Celestia and Luna themselves placed bets on him, guessing what he would do today. But they would break even, because they both already knew what exactly what he had special planned for the day:
Nothing.
Today's book was shorter than most, containing half the pages than what he previously read, the one about a world without magic. It was fiction, obviously no world could survive without it. He thought some more about his book of the day, thinking about his future vacation time. Which was normally used to have a small family get-together, just like last year. It was weird, when his parents asked him how his life was going. It was always the same answer, because he his life hadn't changed much, if at all. the thought of re-explaining the vapidness in his life. Though he thought the places were interesting, he knew that keeping to his daily life schedule would be more practical.
But isn't that what he hates about his routine? the tedium cycle he was part of? Maybe he could change, but change didn't keep his life structurally sound. Change could ruin him, but it could also save him as well. Though being happy was important in life, was being predictable more so? It wasn't a risk he was willing to make, but he did know that he was out of books to read.
So he decided to change things up a bit. a very small bit.
On his way to the library, the pegasus thought about it's keeper, Twilight Sparkle. He knew plenty about her, but that was only because of one of the books he had read, a history book involving of the elements of harmony. He sometimes thought about how they were similar in some ways. They both enjoyed reading, for one, and also enjoy being their privacy, but Twilight seemed to be more sociable, mainly because of Princess Celestia basically forcing her to.
Is that's what he needed? Somebody to give him that push forward?
His thoughts were suddenly cut off by his nose almost bumping into the library door. The young pegasus chuckled softly to himself, thinking about how it was a rather improper way of knocking on a door. With a small grin, he swiftly brought up his hoof to the door and softly knocked.
But no one showed up. Maybe the library had already closed for the day, or maybe it hadn't been open at all. The thought of the librarian taking a break off her duties reminded him of his upcoming vacation. Though the thoughts had soon subsided, he knew he still needed a book to entertain him for the rest of the day.
So once again, he brought up his hoof and knocked again, this time louder. A few seconds after, instead of hearing the clicking of the door handle, with the purple mare to meet him, he had heard a loud noise coming from the library. It was the sound of books toppling to the floor, mixed with paper fluttering through the air.
Out of worry and slight curiosity he opened the door a crack, and peeped inside. What he saw was a vortex of books, papers, and quills. the sound of the razor points used to write whizzing by his head made him want to slam the door shut, and decide that the library was closed, and for a good reason too. But before he could do so, he noticed a small baby dragon, cowering into the far corner of the library. His eyes were wide with terror, watching the vortex increase in size, growing closer and closer to him. He knew that to reach the dragon, he would risk getting stabbed by the speeding writing utensils. The only way to stop the spinning cyclone heading towards the dragon would be to disrupt the magic causing the objects to fly through the air.
Blindly running in could be an option, but not one he was willing to make. He did take into account how high Twilight's ceilings were. After waiting for the gap between the ceiling and the tornado to enlarge slightly, he found his opening. He shot into the air, but slower than he thought he would, given that his wings have weakened slightly due to lack of use. The shortcoming of speed caused his flank to be clipped by a rather large tome, throwing off his aim. He hastily gained back his control, but not before being gashed by several quills, blackening the cuts with ink, and making it sting that much more. Hoping that they weren't too serious, he made his dive from the ceiling to Twilight.
Landing right in front of her he hesitated, thinking about how he should have read up on unicorns more often. So in his all-knowing knowledge on the horned ponies, he decided to lick his hoof and put it on her horn, such as how one would douse a flame. This ended up with a blinding light for a split second before being launched across the library. He slammed into a wall, not far from where that dragon had been cowering just moments ago. He had just enough time to watch the dragon rush over to a slowly waking Princess Twilight, before his eyes had shut to their own accord.