Silver Scribe: Equestrian Historian, At your service!

Trottingham;  A city famous for its Lacemaking, famous writers, and for the myth of the famous pony archer: Robin Hoof. Located on relatively large island landmass, located on the eastern side of the Equestrian boarder, this quaint little town is where our story begins.

It is here, in a small cottage we meet a gray unicorn colt with a short, spiked brown main and short shaggy tail. He also sported a decent sized chin goatee that matched his main. His hooves were covered by longer fur. On his flank lied a cutie mark of an open book with a magnifying glass and quill within it. His left eye was currently closed while a long scar going over it and down his muzzle. Currently he was scurrying around what looked like a large study filled with many items of knowledge from history books to dusty tomes to other historical artifacts from multiple eras of Equestrian history were scattered in piles all around the room in a form of managed chaos.

“MUM! Have you seen my first edition copy of Canterlot history!? I can’t find it anywhere!” there was a slight tinge of panic in his voice, as if finding this book was more important than anything else at the moment.

“Calm down sweetie. I was giving it a light read in the other room that’s all.” his mother Morning Star calmly said while walking into her son’s messy room holding the book with her light golden aura.

Morning Star was a white mare with a golden mane with streaks of red-orange and red violet in it tied up into a bun, while letting a single lock fall to the side of her face. She gave her son’s room a quick once over with her golden eyes, letting out a disapproving sigh as to the horrible condition that her son’s room was in. For somepony as dedicated to studying and preserving Equestrian history and lore as her oldest child was, he sure had a hard time cleaning up after himself.

“Silver Scribe,” she said in a manner that all mothers used when trying to get their point across to their children, “I wish you’d clean this room of yours. No wonder you can’t find anything in this mess.”

“Ugh! Mum I told you, I have a system.” He groaned at his mother.

“Uh-huh, riiiiight.” she sarcastically said while rolling her eyes and started to put some of the books back on their shelves.

“Did you remember to pack everything? I don’t want you to forget anything when you go to Ponyville to meet Princess Twilight on your little “study quest”.” giggling at the cute name she gave her sons expeditions to learn and acquire more material back home.

For you see their cottage home also served as one of the largest history museums in Trottingham . With her son’s passion and raw talent for acquiring historical tomes and stories, business was definitely good. The down side was that she had to more often than not, stay home alone and hold down the fort while her only son traveled all over Equestria. It often left Morning Star lonely and worried for his well being. It wasn’t easy, but she supported her son in his life decisions and if this was the price she had to pay to see her little Silver Scribe be happy, it was enough for her.

“Mum!” he groaned. “I told you to stop calling it that. It’s a historical expedition not a…. “study quest”. He blushed while at the same time face hoofed for saying those words.

“I know, I know. And I think what you’re doing is incredible. Your father would be so proud of you.” Mentioning her late husband brought tears to her eyes. While the museum was their main source of income, it was also their home and it was her husband’s dream to share Equestria's history with the world. Unfortunately there was an accident 3 years ago while he was off on an expedition. The loss was devastating for Morning Star, and having a son who dreamed of becoming a historian like him made it even more hard on her. It got to the point where she wouldn't let him leave her sight, in fear that he might go off and get hurt.

Seeing his mother tearing up remembering his father, Silver Scribe tightly hugged his mother, trying to comfort her as much as he could. He hated seeing her sad, and even though she told him that she was fine staying behind in Trottingham while he went off to live his dream of collecting lore filled items through out Equestria, he knew deep down that she was lonely being home alone, especially since his younger sister Ink Song had moved out and went off to find her place in the world not too long ago. Brushing away her tears and brushing her lock of mane out of her face. She let go of her son and continued with her motherly check list for her son.

“Ok, enough ‘mopey mum’, you have a trip to pack for.”

“You have your blank scrolls?” she asked.

“Check.” he responded.

“Quills?”

“Check.”

“Toiletries? I don’t want you forgetting to brush your teeth while you’re gone.” she said with a slight smirk.

“Yes I have all of them packed.” he replied with a slight grown.

“Ok then, let’s go put your eye on then. Can’t exactly leave without it can you?”

“Not unless I want to wear an eye patch the whole time.” he let out a small chuckle.

They proceeded to the next room over where a mechanical prosthetic left eye laid on a towel next to a rectangular, black box. When Silver was a little foal he tripped and fell on some broken glass in their basement. This left a long scar going from the tip of his nose over his left eye and around his head. It was a scary day for everyone in their family. Silver was in excruciating pain from the incident and his mother was having a small panic attack thinking that her baby foal was going to be permanently blind in his left eye. Sadly that was the case, due to his small stature and the size of the glass shard, the damage was a lot more severe than if he was older. With a gash that big going across his face and muzzle, the doctors had to make a quick decision. His left eye was rendered pretty much useless due to the injury. The doctors were left with only one option, remove the eye completely. At first it was hard to get used to, having to keep the wound clean to prevent infection, getting a prosthetic and adjusting to life with only one normal eye.

Due to the delicate mechanisms in the prosthetic, it usually took 20 minutes for somepony to properly put it in, but Morning Star's case, having done this for years, it only took her a few minutes. Silver Scribe lied down and slowly tried to open his left eye. Due to the incident, it left the muscles in his eyelid extremely weak and was often difficult for him to use them anymore. But that was nothing compared to having the prosthetic actually placed in his eye socket, it wasn’t a simple eyeball sized ball that was placed in, it was more of a rounded cone shape with the smaller half covered in soft padding to fit easily, the larger end encased a series of lenses that, when infused with magic, could actually provided a form of vision that Silver Scribe could use. The lenses could extend like a microscope to help Silver see small details.

Morning Star readied the prosthetic and held it above her son’s eye socket in her aura. Seeing him instinctively flinch while waiting for the stinging pain that putting it in would cause. It always made her feel bad for seeing her son in pain but they both knew it was just something that Silver would have to live with. To take her mind off of it she tended to make small talk to pass the time. In this case, complain about his facial hair.

“Sweetie I know you really like your beard but I really wish you would get rid of it. I remember how cute you looked before you grew it.” she always detested her son’s facial hair. More often than not he would get so invested in his studies that it would just grow longer and more wild.

“Mum I looked stupid without it. I look way better with it.” he annoyingly responded.

She giggled at is response and proceeded to insert the prosthetic into his eye socket. Silver Scribe flinched and kicked his legs due to the pain. Once the prosthetic was fully inserted she put the final touches to make sure it was in there straight.

“Ok all done.” she happily told him.

Silver slowly got back on his hooves and lightly shook his head to shake off some of the pain.

“Ugh, I don’t think I’ll ever truly get used to that.”

This led to Morning Star to plant a loving kiss on his forehead. She knew it wouldn't actually do anything but she liked to believe that it would ease his pain, even a little. Silver of course blushed out of embarrassment due to the gesture.

“Ok, your ferry leaves in an hour. Make sure to get all your bags and I’ll walk you to the docks.” she reminded him.

“Alright. Look out Ponyville! Here come’s Silver Scribe!”