A Human's Guide to Magical Equines

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  My eyes slowly opened, and I saw the vanilla ceiling. I rubbed my eyes. My eyes fell upon the clock. It was 6:23. I groaned, putting a pillow on my face. At least a minute passed before I lifted the pillow off my face. Well, at least I can hang to the treehouse without anyone looking for me. I stepped out of my bed, stretching my arms and back as I walked towards my dresser. I put on a pale, sky blue tank top and some skinny jeans. As I stepped outside, I felt a slight change in the wind. It was colder and stronger than usual, but I promptly ignored it. I guess it's just a really windy day. I ran to the ladder, my hands reaching for the 4th peg. I climbed slowly, the wind blowing through my hair. I finally reached to top, tripping on a book and landing on the other side of the treehouse. I shivered in delight. It's really cold out there. REALLY cold. I grabbed the emerald green book I had tripped over and opened it to a new page. The lead of my pencil danced along the paper, making small swirls and scribbles I probably would not look at again. My eyes fell upon a small horse I had made. It was very cartoonish, with rounded hooves and muzzle, but it was a start. I added a cotton candy-like mane and tail, filled with curls. Then I realized, I forgot the eyes. I had to think for a moment on that, wondering what kind of eyes the horse would have. I decided on anime eyes, it matched the happy disposition that the horse seemed to look like. Once again, my pencil hit the paper, quickly drawing eyes. When I finished, I was surprised. The eyes looked way different from when I imagined them in my head. I shrugged. It makes her look cute anyway.

My eyes peered at the tall trees outside, the wind blowing through the leaves. For a moment, some of the leaves fell off the tree, being picked up by the cold breeze. I looked back at my horse drawing, thinking Now, where would this horse live? It seems too innocent to live in our world, so where? I thought about that for a very long time. Suddenly, I started drawing again, my thoughts and dreams and hopes pouring out onto the white page. When I was done, I watched the page. There were strange, beautiful trees surrounding the mare. I blinked. This needs......color. I swiftly bounced down the ladder, running back inside my house. I grabbed a stash of colored pencils I had hidden among a pile of books, then ran back downstairs. I stopped at the back door, stepping back outside to feel the cold breeze on my face. I paced to the ladder, her legs swinging as I climbed. I finally reached the treehouse entrance, with pencils in hand. I sat down, dropping the colored pencils. I looked at the drawing once more. Well, I should color the horse pink, I did base her mane on cotton candy, so it makes sense. My hand grasped a pink pencil. The tip planted itself on the paper, adding color as I drew. Soon I picked more pencils, coloring in the background. When I was finished, I stared at the artwork. I could feel myself immersed into the world I created. I could feel the cold air blow through the strange green trees. Then I realized I was daydreaming. I shook my head, placing the book on the ground.

Sighing, I said "I wish I could go there."

The wind began to blow harder, my untouched skin freezing from the air. A faint glow was coming from the book. I swiftly stood up, starting to move away from the accursed pages. A sudden flash of bright white light made me close my eyes. I sat down, scared I would fall over without my sight. Then the light was gone. I opened my eyes, the book was still there.

"Weird.." I say, going back to the house. As I pack my lunch for school today, I wonder What was that thing anyway? Is my book magic? No, there has to be an explanation...maybe my brother set it up as a prank? Even that doesn't make sense! I groan. I DRAW A PINK HORSE, AND SOMETHING WEIRD HAPPENS! WHAT THE WHAT?