Spike's Imaginary(?) Friend

*> Twinkle, twinkle little star...

How I wonder what you are...

Up above the world so high...

Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone...

When nothing shines upon...

Then you show your little light...

Twinkle twinkle all the night.

Then the traveler in the dark...

Thanks you for your little spark...

He could not see which way to go...

If you did not twinkle so.

When the blazing sun is gone...

When nothing shines upon...

Though I know not what you are...

Twinkle twinkle little star.*

"How did I get here? It's dark, absolute nothingness." I look at my hand and I see a feather. A white one to be precise. I swipe it and it turns yellow. I swipe it again and I see gray, then zebra and finally, black. I look at my fingers and there seems to be something thick, something like ink only darker. a drop of the substance touches my foot and stings. soon the pain infects my whole leg though the matter maintains the same volume. I kick it away quickly and get rid of the feather, then I wake up instantly.

"Wait, wake up? I slept?" I glance around and find myself in the middle of the Everfree at midnight. then I remember what happened yesterday, I wanted to wander around when my head got up in the clouds and apparently slept, and man it feels AWESOME! Speeking of awesomeness, I was standing witnessing a sight never more beautiful. Fireflies around. a tiny lake on the side that reflected the silver crescent moon. The soft breeze only completed the sight. Deathly silence. And finally,  An old weeping willow. The tree just radiates virtues, so many that I'm jealous of it, yes, plain jealous.

There is always a difference between a beautiful and a useful thing. The tree carries them both and it's hardly ever to come. It just teaches us so much. How it is always ever green in the face of the four seasons, in the face of heat, coldness and raged wind. that lesson we call (Hope).

And it never gives up, it resists the rock with patience, strikes it from it's weakest spot until stone is turned to soil. The lesson is (Continuous Striving).

Above all the tree was attacked by Axes, but it's love for survival did not let it be a prisoner to it's wounds, it knows how to remedy itself anew, sprouting new branches, never dying, never defeated. Also known as (Withstanding).

The tree moves too; downwards and upwards, never leaves it's home. If the tree ever thought of moving away it dies, but it doesn't, because it doesn't want to die before the pointed hour. and this is the secret of it's strength; stability, and aspiration to highness. Lets take this wisdom and learn a lesson in (Home Loving).

"Home, that's the word. Ah, I wish I were a bird to make it my home." Getting pretty homesick, I start blabbering some more nonsense.

"I got so distracted that I forgot to tell Celestia of the progress. Oh, wait, she's probably asleep...Does she sleep? One way to find out." I search the castle thoroughly and finally find her in her bedroom. She did some serious fixing around. She looked deep in thought over something. I didn't want to interrupt but hell, I'm rude.

"PRINCESS!" She looked shocked at the call.

"WHAT? WHAT IS IT?!" first time to see her lose her temper, but she got her composure back almost instantly.

"Your spell made huge progress, I can sleep now. Maybe tomorrow I'll be visible!" She lightened up a bit.

"In that case, why not turn visible now?"

"Huh?"

"Just focus on feeling your surroundings." I did so and closed my eyes.

"Am I real now?" I open my eyes to see that my hand is see-through. "AAAH!"

"You will eventually be fully visible." she runs a hoof through me. "And maybe touchable too."

"But do I have to focus every time I want to be real?"

"No, time will solve that. At least you can now greet me with less hassle."

"What do you mean 'hassle'?"

"I am not trying to be impolite but I am not used to talking to air."

"Okay, then."

"By the way, what did you dream about?"

"Black feathers. What do you think that means?"

"It's just a dream."

"Yeah, bye now." Time to fly, over the rainbow, so high. wait. "I can't fly!"

"It's faster than I've thought. Do you mind staying within the castle as a guest?"

"Show me my room."

"Once the spell has done it's work, come and see me at the study." She commands.

"Sure thing." I yawn "Now excuse me, there is so much sleeping time to make up to."

"Of course." Aaaaaand gone.

"This isn't bad at all. Room service and everything. Besides, all Human In Equestria fictions turn out good what's the worst that could happen?" What I was missing was that most of those stories are about self inserted people who hated their lives. I did not hate my previous life, at least not enough to give it up for Equestria. And overall, "I miss home."

Author's Note: I know the chapter is short but stuff will happen in the next ones, and we're talking shitstormic.