Farmhand

Quill was writing in a sort of frenzy, quill determinedly etching letters onto the pages, which were slightly yellowed with age. He was very near the end, and he knew it, yet he wasn't rushing. All good things come to those who wait. He knew this. There was no need to rush, so, as usual, his quill slowly filled line after line.

Turning the page. Last one. He was more focused then he had been in a long time, he had to make sure this ended well. So close...halfway down the page, in fact. Our hero was safe, for the moment. So was the pony he was traveling with. So what if a huge threat was looming over their heads? So what if tomorrow wasn't promised? They had now.

Last sentence, last one. Quill scratched that onto the page, then sharply dotted the sentence, and leaned back, carefully laying his quill down. He flexed his right wing, slowly, then let it relax against his side. He didn't fancy the taste of feathers, so he had taught himself to write with his wings instead.

"Finally done..." He muttered to himself, shutting the book slowly after blowing lightly over the letters to dry the ink. It was probably around mid-day by now, but with the curtains drawn and door shut, the room was a dull gray twilight.

Quill closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, the burning in his eyes slowly abating. He'd been writing for Celestia knew how long, but now he was done. He would probably wait a few weeks, now. Done.

"Done..." He felt like some deep void inside him had been filled, and he was free from the oppressiveness that had lurked there before. Not to say that writing had been a bad thing, but it was nice to have a break, however brief it was. Everypony had their limits.

There was a soft tap on his door, and he opened his eyes slowly. He didn't want to answer, but unfortunately for him, he was never the rude type.

"Yes?" He called wearily, tiredness echoing in his voice. He wasn't really tired, just felt like it because he'd been sitting still for so long.

"Umm, Quill? I'm supposed to deliver a note to a...Quill?" The voice was airy, cheery, and maybe a little distracted. He opened the door to see a gray mare with a blonde mane, her eyes gazing in completely different directions, neither one looking at him. She was holding a roll of paper in her wing, which she passed to him.

"Thank you," he murmured as he took the paper. She hummed happily and trotted off down the corridor, disappearing from the hall and then the building within a few moments.

Smiling lopsidedly, he unrolled the paper and scanned the few hastily written lines.

I was in the library. Meet me there?

The note wasn't signed, nor was it random. They weren't simply in the library and wanting to see him, something there had caused them to write to him. He wasn't sure who or why, but he trotted in the direction of the library nonetheless.

Sorry for the short chapter next will be longer!!!