Aforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished Stories

The scrape of a paintbrush upon a clear canvas. A small rectangular room with one window staring out into the outside. Light shining through the illuminated room. A three pronged fan rotating from the ceiling. Three large bookcases, two sitting side by side, the last one on the other side of the room also filled to the brim with literary books. Through the window, one could see the crystal empire with bustling activity on the streets. Large wooden carriages filled with precious cargo was being pushed by crystal ponies through the gem encrusted road.

Here, an artiste resides, painting a portrait from the depths of her imagination. Her name is Fever Dream, she is a unicorn pony with a flowing orange mane and black streaks beautifully circled through the vibrant locks. The body is colored like delicious white cream that would go well with any variety of milk. Her cutie mark a paintbrush that has a fan shape on its hair. She ponders cautiously at the creation in her canvas and watches intently to make her next move. Then, a sudden flurry of mixture from her mixing disk and the magically levitated brush began its quest to breath life on paper.

Stroke after stroke, Fever Dream let loose the magic on the brush and let it fall to the ground. She stared at the finished product. The portrait of Lord Sombra was powerful and endearing. Him sitting atop of his golden seat with large gems etched into its frame, watching with his terrifying eyes that searched for disobedience. Nothing compared to the image of terror and dominance was that of his lordship. Even the slaves sitting on the ground next to the throne looked slightly respectable in their shoddy chains. Fever levitated the painting tools into the little bin near the canvas stand. Suddenly, a loud crash caught her attention. She went to the window to see what all the ruckus was.

A destroyed cargo carriage was sitting on its side leaking apples into the floor.