Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

An Episode, the Discovery of Discoveries: 1

A new shipment of books had just arrived at the castle of Twilight Sparkle. Naturally, I had come to see if she had received any more of the interesting, fun books. She always gets new books, and a segment of these are very fun or interesting to read. These are what I had come to see, and read.

As an Earth Pony, I am supposed to ignore books on certain topics, like Arcane magic and pegasi flight. Now, why do I have to follow these instructions?

As the Party Pony; I go for anything and everything, I think is fun. Yet, I do follow a few tangents out on a limb and onto territories; I wasn’t expected to follow, or find anything worth my time. Why is that? Am I not capable, of enjoying a few odd to restricted subjects and topics?

Of course I love to read up on baking and cooking, and not just for Ponies; but also for Griffons and Diamond Dogs, not to mention Changelings.

Naturally; I do read up on the comedy, and the latest trends on jokes as well. Speaking of trends, I do read fashion and mystery as well. For some reason, I do find fashion particularly amusing; even if I can giggle away a few hours, while reading a mystery novel as well.

Just as the next Pony carried in a new trove of books, or should I have called it a Treasure trove; I picked up one from the top of the pile. Apparently, I had just trampled onto a doozy of a treasure.

“The shape of Magic, Forms of Potency” the title reads.

As I slipped of with my find; giggling all the while, as if I had been the insane filly who just escaped from the lunatic asylum. Thankfully, I had managed to cover my face long enough to be out of sight, and none hear me as I pull my hoof out of my muzzle.

“Ugh, I hate the taste of dust!” I exclaimed as I calmed down.

“The taste of dust?” Twilight Sparkle exclaimed, in confusion over my statement.

“I felt compelled to suck up my hoof in order not to let on what I thought, or how I felt as I snuck out with a new book out of your library!” I conceded.

“Okay? What book was that?” Twilight inquired; curious as to what had made me burst out of the library, with a hoof in my mouth.

“Just, just this little doozy of a riot!” I confessed, pushing the cover in her face.

“The shape of Magic, Forms of Potency!” Twilight reads, from the cover.

“It is pure Gold, as far as Comedy goes; but the interesting and exciting is what you will find, once you actually do read the book!” I explained.

“How in the name of Celestia and her Mother is a Book of Magic comedy to you?” she inquired, with critical voice and eyes squinted narrow.

“If I had been any other Earth Pony, you would have been quite right and spot on!” I clarified.

“Now you are confusing me on purpose. You are an Earth Pony; or are you denying that too, now?” she inquired.

“By definition, I am a Pony. I have no wings or horn; which makes me an Earth Pony, correct? No, I do not refute that!” I pointed out.

“Of course you are a Pony, and unless you are about to sprout wings, horn or both; you are still an Earth Pony!” she confirmed.

“There goes the baby foal boots. Since you have all been witnesses to it, you would know I need neither horn nor wings. Not so much because I don’t enjoy the applications of the arcane or flight; but I already know these by heart!” I concluded.

“If we go by implied magic, you would be either an Alicorn or a Changeling. Not sure I like where this line of reasoning is leading me off towards. Yet, I will try to follow you a few more minutes; just to make sure we are safe!” she responded.

“You recall the day when you came to Ponyville? The day we faced and opposed Nightmare Moon?” I pointed out.

“Yes, I do recall that day. It was a very exciting and hectic day for all of us!” she responded.

“Then you do recall how she repelled the three guards? She never once used her horn, when she used magic that day!” I prompted.

“Are you implying that she used Earth Pony magic, when she repelled those guards?” she offered.

“Is that so far fetched, when you look at how I use my mane and tail?” I concluded.

“Princess Celestia told us that all Ponies have magic, when Tirek was rampaging all over Equestria. I saw you fly in Canterlot, and since my friend Minuet was there and saw it; how could I doubt what I know I saw?” she responded.

“She did, but I guess she never told you the entire story!” I put forth.

“Now, to the matter at hoof. If you read the book, you would learn that the horn is more than a protrusion on the forehead of a Unicorn. The shape and structure of your horn is guiding and directing your magic, even if it is your potential, your skill and your personality that commonly set the limits to what and how much you can do with your magic!” I lectured her.

“You say that there are two opposing forces, determining what and how much I can do; magically speaking?” she inquired.

“These forces may be fractured, but that is essentially correct. Imagine what you could have done, if the shape of your horn had been different from what it is now?” I challenged her; with a serious, sly grin on my face.

“You say I could have been performing magic like Rarity, Celestia of Luna, if my horn had been like theirs?” she concluded; but doubting what she had just uttered, in words.

“Why is that so incredulous? The line of questioning may be more or less pointless, like a broken horn. What I had in mind, is to see if you could imagine something more complicated than merely duplicating another Ponies spells; I have already seen you doing that before. You do recall the time you found Rarity, down in the caves of the Diamond Dogs? Then you even raised the Sun, when Celestia was not available; even if she may have passed her potential over to you at the time!” I pointed out.

“If I am not to merely duplicate a spell of another Pony, then give me something juicy; something worthy of your test?” she returned.

“Page five. If you read that spell aloud for me; and I will give you something you can write to your old, former mentor Princess Celestia about; once you have seen what you can do!” I suggested, while the smile on my face widened further.

“Since it is you, Pinkie Pie. Knowing you already did read the book and thus recall every last word and arcane diagram, I can as well read it to you. Something I may not have done even to Rarity or Celestia, but here goes!” she put forth as she called forth the magic through her horn.

I could see the tip of her horn going alight, and the spark grow in intensity. Then, like an avalanche; the brilliant light of her magic flooded down the sides of her horn. The light continued to grow and intensify.

As she reached the point, a beam of light reached out and hit the book; thus flipping pages until she found the indicated page, whereupon she started to read the spell I had asked of her.

A pronounced Spell: (2)