Where Magic Awakens Darkness in Canterlot High

Beep. Beep. Beep! The sounds of an everyday alarm clock, the capacitor screeching to wake up the owner, were always common around six-thirty in the morning. Within a cocoon-like wrapping of fabric extended a hand, slamming the ‘off’ button of the clock, olive skin pounding the snooze button as the hand now reached for a lamp on the nightstand, almost fumbling to find the switch. A few milliseconds, and the room was lit up, revealing basic dimensions of twelve feet by twelve feet. A common square room, stacked with boxes, two instrument cases that seemed to house a string instrument and a keyboard, and what seemed to be a bag with cords bundled inside of it. A soft, polyester carpet was what laid between cold hardwood floor and flesh of any who dared step off their bed. As the fabric unwrapped, a boy, looking rough for his age, sat up to yawn, arms stretching as a joint popped, signaling a wince followed by a sigh. Rough blue eyes pierced the veil of the room, scanning around as a small coffee table was spotted, holstering a cup that had the symbol of a well-loved franchise, NVidia, as well as other labels. The boy stood up, buzz-cut brown hair shining in the light of the desk lamp as a loose tank top seemed to drape down below his waist, covering his short jeans as he sighed.

“First move in over a decade,” the boy spoke, rubbing his head as he looked to the doorway. Now what was needed to start his day was coffee and a shower. “Perfect thing to happen to the only sixteen year old who doesn’t need any of those damn burdens of crowds.” The boy seemed to shudder as a voice called out; female, developed chords, and a tad scratchy, shouting his name.

“William!” called out his mother.

“Yo, I’m up! Just let me get a bit used to this weird house smell before you shove me on my way!” He seemed stern, but empathetic in his tone, because he knew what his mother feared about him doing; skipping school, possibly ditching, or even starting a brawl. As he stood up slowly, he could be seen to be a roughly above-average height of six feet. As William opened the highest box, he had reached in and grabbed a small stack of clothes, already prepared for this day per-say. In the stack was a single green polyester fabric shirt, extremely comfy and roomy for him, a pair of black jeans, and the usual pair of briefs. The next step was obvious, shower, and that consumed a brisk twenty minutes.

As William had exited the bathroom into the living room, his father had already put his coffee cup in the sink, and was heading out the door, sporting a few grey hairs, and a height of just under six feet, and darkened skin, almost a tan of its own. His father only parted with the words ‘Be careful today, and behave,’ as his father closed the front door, leaving the house as his mother was already in the kitchen, assorting china and silverware in cabinets and pots and pans along her respective cooking rack, which she owned for twenty years. A simple thing that William always enjoyed was watching the news in the middle of the morning, and with the click of a remote, he saw the basic thirty-two inch television flicker on as he parked on the couch opposite of the television, yawning as he sighed. His morning was made worse as he saw ‘No Signal’ blip across the screen, causing him to just get up as he walked to the kitchen.

“Ma, please tell me Canterlot County has some decent coffee in stock around these stores.” William was begging for this to be a yes, but seeing as this was a new territory to him entirely, he just kept his expectations low as his mother gave him a look.

“No, frankly, they do have some decent brands of their own, including Magic Bean.” She said, looking down in a grocery bag near the cabinets as she held the can up for him to examine. He simply shrugged.

“Is it already in the pot?”

“Yes, and it’s almost done brewing. Milk’s in the ice cooler, since our fridge won’t arrive until tomorrow.” A look shot through William’s eyes as he set his gaze upon what he deemed, ‘the mystical go-go juice giver.’ It seemed wonderful to him that it was some coffee, which was still better than none in his opinion. As he grabbed the pot, he sniffed the steam emanating from the pot. Nothing odd here, he thought. Simply grabbing the generic one-collar cup from the cabinet his mother placed it in, he poured, leaving room for milk as he placed the pot back. Opening the cooler was the best thing he could think of at the moment as he twisted the lid off of the milk jug, and poured it into his cup, only to return the cap and jug back to their original place as he stared at the wonder of caffeine and milk.

Within seconds, the warm drink was going down, waking William up with warmth and a shot of energy as he placed his coffee cup in the sink, returning upstairs to gather necessary items as he planned his day out. He seemed to be happy, or for the most, appreciated his coffee, as he walked right up the stairs to his room, looking around.

“Now where did I toss that schedule?” William parsed, taking a moment to think as he remembered falling asleep with the paper as he seemed to gain an idea, and snapped his fingers instantly, getting on his knees as he looked under his bedframe. There it lay, in front of his face, CHS’s schedule that had his classes sorted out. Seemed fair enough, but did they transfer his recommended class transcript? It seemed they nailed all his desired classes to the schedule: Computer Sciences, Advanced Writing, Geometry, and lunch, his absolute favorite if it were a class, then the last half of his day being Basic Art, Study Hall, and Chemistry. However, a phone sounded off, a heavy metal blast of chunks followed by an extremely masculine ‘Ring-Ring.’ On the phone flashed a number, which read out the area code where he used to live. Not one to be held back by memories or oppressive crowds, he simply hung up on the call, the time readout at the top corner showing seven fifty in the morning.

As he knew that the school would be but a few blocks away, William laced up a pair of running shoes he had owned for a month now, which still looked decent, as he looked to the corner of his room. In that corner sat a generic brand heavy-duty carrying backpack for a laptop, which was surrounded by plastic inside, and extra room for books and the likes. It was a simple thing he could do at the moment to just shake his head, trying to clear his mind from what was trying to flip back as he opened a side pouch to his backpack, pulling out a single set of earphones and plugging them to his phone as he slung the bag over his shoulders, looking up as an orchestral suite started to play. Soft piano notes in the background complimented a chorus of low, but empowered vocals as strings joined in, bringing tension upon the song almost as if there was a sadness to be held, only for it to take a turn in tempo and style, which was when William began to move, towards the front door as he looked over at the oak wood rack, and dropped his bag softly, slipping on a thin, sleek black leather jacket with unbuttoned sleeves, and returned his bag back to the normal position on his body, one strap on, one strap off as he opened the door, and the crisp air greeted him in the Fall time that was currently drowning out the last remnants of Summer’s warmth. Just the way he liked. With a single step outside, and his music beginning to change, he began his walk down the street, the sun’s rays greeting the day with a joyous presence as he looked downwards of the street.

Thirty minutes. He could make it. He knew it. Kinda.