Heart Quill slipped from the waking world and into the dream realm without complication. His dreams as always were chaotic and mishmashed all to uncertainty except for particular elements that bored into the walls of his subconscious. Words of solemn desire and burning passion which acted as his muse. What truly stood out in almost each and every dream was the same image. The image of a figure standing upon a mountain looking down towards him, covered within shadows as the morning sun rose behind them. The figure was - from what he could tell - female, and as always seeing her would fill him with fear so as not to speak, and a sense of wanting that he could not place even here.

As the dream spiraled into pure madness the female figure reached out to him. Heart Quill desperately reached out with all of his might, yet the closer he seemed to get, the further away she became. The more he pushed forward, the more the world around him tried to stop by putting obstacles in his path, forcing him to feel the sensation of extreme pain such as being cut with blades, but he would not give up. He refused to give up.

His hand stretched for her as she did the same, and just when the two hands were about to meet a voice called out, “It is time to wake up my little pony. She is waiting for you.”. With those words spoken, the dream crumbled around him as he awoke.

Heart Quill found himself in his room laying on his bed. Feeling dazed and confused from his dream was normal for him, but the throbbing sensation was not as his forehead protested from pain and irritation. A knock came to the door as a familiar voice spoke from behind it. “You okay in there son? We heard you moving about and your mother is worried.” His father sounded worried.

Another voice came forth, softer and more feminine. “Sweety are you okay? Your father said you collapsed right on the shop floor.”

“I'm fine mom, really,” Heart Quill claimed while clutching his head to somehow sooth his headache. He then remembered that he was a unicorn, and that he knew a spell that could soothe a headache in a mere matter of moments, which thankfully worked as well as the book had claimed. As he stepped out of his room he was greeted by the faces of his parents which were filled with worry and concern.

His mother quickly came over a gave him a firm hug and began to look him over. “Mom I'm fine, you don't need to be treating like I'm a little foal!” he whined.

She frowned and pinched both of his cheeks, giving them a slight pull that stretched his face a little bit. She gently let go of his cheeks and rubbed them softly as she said, “You'll always be my little colt”.

Heart Quill rolled his eyes out of sheer embarrassment as his father came up to him and handed him the letter that he left in the shop. “I guess congratulations are in order huh kiddo? Sorry that I looked, it's just I saw you hit the floor, and…” He shrugged, not wanting to say more. “How's your head?” he asked with a jovial yet worried tone. Heart Quill gave a thumbs up as to silently indicate that he was fine, which caused both his mother and father to give a sigh of relief. “You should get ready for your trip, your train is going to be leaving early in the morning,” his father continued, handing him a train ticket that came with the letter. With that Heart Quill nodded and headed back into his room to get ready for tomorrow.

Celestia sat on her bed after she had returned from lowering the sun. She opened a file folder that was handed to her by Pinkie Pie earlier that day. Since she knew the poem had come from Ponyville, she’d asked Pinkie to help her find the poet, and she had brought her this file. It said his name was Heart Quill. “Perhaps he knows Twilight,” she murmured to herself. She found the tidbits of information interesting in some places and rather odd in others. “ Interesting… quite a few writing awards. Oh, and afraid of...rubber baby buggy bumpers?” She couldn’t suppress a giggle. “I’ll have to make sure he won’t encounter any here.” She then turned to the next page, where she found a recent photo, time-stamped only a few days previous. At first glance he seemed to be rather timid or nervous, it was hard to tell which.

She looked over the photo again, but then sighed and placed two fingers at one of her temples. “I really should be getting to bed,” she murmured. “I'll finish reading this in the morning.” With that said, she placed the folder upon her night stand, so it would be there for her to read after she raised the sun. As Heart Quill would be there the next day, there would be a break in court which she always did enjoy, but she still needed to be well rested.

Heart Quill had gotten up rather early that morning, right before the sun had gotten up. His trip was rather uneventful, but the sheer excitement and pure nervousness of getting to go to Canterlot Palace kept him awake in those wee hours of the morn. Once he arrived, Heart Quill looked around and saw how different Canterlot was compared to Ponyville. The streets were paved with fine stone bricks and the buildings were taller than he was used to, making him feel a little bit small.

It took him some time to find the palace with the city being as big as it was. At the gate, one of the guardsponies stopped him to determine if he had official business at the palace. Heart Quill showed them his letter, and the guard nodded in confirmation. He was then shown to the audience chamber where he was expected.

And there she was, the Princess of the Sun. Celestia gave Heart Quill a soft and warm smile. “Hello there, you must be Heart Quill. I'm so happy to meet you.”

Author's Note

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