Zyon walked behind Prof. Anthropology. The old unicorn stallion was talking about something that he really didn't care about, so his mind wandered away from the boring monotone professor. The two of them made their way to his next class room where the wrinkly old goat would continue, boring the boy until his political science teacher came. Zyon shuddered at the thought sure Prof. Anthropology could ramble on and on about boring stuff for hours, but uncle Blue Blood was down right the worst. He must have lived in a different universe from Zyon because of his constant hour long rants about how the aristocracy did everything. Bunch of stuck ups Zyon never understood why his mom never banished the lot of them to the moon. Except for Fancy Pants he was cool, for an aristocrat.

Suddenly a smile crept along his face as he looked out the window. The old stallion continued his rambling as Zyon slipped over to one of the large palace windows. He quickly took out his pencil and drew the outline of the door being sure to use only the smallest amount of his magic. Which he promised his mom he'd always do from now on, and only five times a day, and only for emergencies. This clearly counted as an emergency. He was at risk of being bored to death by the grey wrinkly stallion and his deadly waves of boredom. It was a life or death situation, after all.

Zyon opened the newly opened door of window glass and jumped behind a bush. Hidden from his rambling teacher who probably wouldn't notice he was missing until he arrived at the class room, which would take about ten more minutes. That gave him ten more minutes to think of somewhere else to be and get there.

"Where to go, where to go?" he asked himself as he tapped his forehead trying to think of the best place to go to in order to disappear. "Sunset is studying." He shuddered remembering the chewing out he got the last time he interrupted her during her study time. "Mom wouldn't be happy with me, and Fancy Pants would just drag me back to class." Zyon eyes went wide as two guards turned the corner. He jumped into the bush. They had been talking to each other and hadn't seen him. One of them sneezed as they passed by. "Gesundheit."

They turned back around and checked the bush. No one was there.

***

"I can't believe that I almost blew my entire free day because of a stupid sneeze." Zyon walked down the streets of Canterlot. "And now I've also wasted on of my magic uses for the day." Zyon shuddered. His magic wasn't like his mom's magic which brought joy and light. His was unstable and the more he used it the more he wanted to use it. It was a vicious cycle that would end in another incident. Which was the last thing that he wanted.

He entered the small diner at on the corner of the street that he had been walking down. It was his favorite diner run by one of the neatest ponies ever, and his assistant was really cool too. She had these really funky looking eyes.

"Hey there Zyon." Bagel Muffin walked around the counter to greet the young prince. He wasn't a pony but Zyon was still technically the next in line after Celestia. "So did Professor Anthropology cut class short again?" Zyon looked around the room before giving a conspiratorial whisper.

"No, not this time. This time I'm skipping."

"Now I never expected that." The baker looked at him disapprovingly. "Why would you do such a thing to nice old Anthropology. He's such a good unicorn, and one of my regulars. Teaching you is one of his greatest honors. He told me so himself." Zyon deflated a bit.

"But he's so freaking boring." he said trying to regain the high ground and not feel bad for the old wrinkly stallion. "He just keeps rambling on and on about stuff that I really don't care about."

"All the same you shouldn't have skipped out, poor old goat's going to be rather depressed by this." He looked over his shoulder at a loud crash that came from the kitchen. "Are you alright in there."

"Uh-huh." A light grey Pegasus mare poked her head out and bobbed it up and down.

"Did you break anything?" She shook her head side to side. "Good now go and make Zyon his regular. Come here lad and listen you need to listen to all your professors, even if they're boring, and you should never skip."

"You think I should listen to Blue Blood too?" Bagel Muffin's face went sour.

"What does that stuck up, tight wade have to do with any of this? I was talking about teachers and other respectable ponies like bakers, and butlers, and trash collectors. Not Blue Blood and his assorted rabble."

"He's my political science teacher and teaches the class right after Professor Anthropology." Zyon took a step back from the fuming baker. "That's one of the reasons I skipped was because I didn't want to listen to uncle Blue Blood rant about how grateful everypony should be about the aristocracy."

"It's a good thing you left pompous tight wade only got the job because Celestia thinks he can't poison your mind with his nonsense. I don't see why we should risk it though. You should skip every class with that, low class jackass. No offence to jackasses of course they provide a very important service to our great nation." The baker looked at Zyon who was focusing on the door. "What's wrong lad."

"Nothing. Ditzy I'll be taking my usual to go, and give Professor Anthropology a bakers dozen of his favorite muffins. Charge it to my account." The grey Pegasus nodded as she put the quadruple chocolate chip mega marshmallow muffin in a small bag and tossed it to Zyon he gave Bagel Muffin a couple of gold bits and ran out the door.

***

Zyon walked down the streets of Canterlot avoiding all the passer-byes; he knew that he had just felt something. Something strange, something strong. Who ever it was they had some serious magical abilities going on. He turned the corner and quickly made his way down the street they were on the move. He made it just in time to see some filly walking down the street. She was the cause of the kind of magical energy. Zyon rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He snapped his fingers and transformed himself into a unicorn. That was the third time he had used his magic today, he kept count.

"Hey there." Zyon said as he walked up to the little unicorn filly. "My names Zyon, am I correct in assuming that your from Celestia's school for gifted unicorns."

"You'd be correct in that assumption my. Name is Twilight and I'm almost late for class, so if you don't mind I have to go."

"Right, okay." Zyon watched as the little purple filly ran off. "I'll have to ask mom about her, and that magic wowzers." Zyon started walking home.

***

Zyon walked along the pink cloud highway. To the strange mix matched creature that inhabited his dreams. It was a secret that they met together. The strange creature insisted that he not tell anypony about these meetings not even mom.

"Ah, my favorite little monkey. It's been awhile since we've talked."

"I haven't been using my magic recently."

"And that all changed today."

"Yeah I skipped."

"That a boy!" Discord threw his griffon talon around Zyon's shoulder. "Down with the institution. What could teachers teach anyways other than how to waste a perfectly good day, am I right."

"I guess."

"What more could I ask for."

"Something else seems to be troubling you though. What is it you can tell your old uncle Discord."

"Well there was this filly."

"Isn't there always."

"Her magic was insane stronger than mom's." Discord raised an eyebrow. "She goes to mom's school and her name is Twilight."

"Really now that's interesting." Discord smiled. "Oh my look at the time well I've got to go. And remember never use your magic more than ten times a day. And never tell anypony about these dreams. I assure you these are perfectly normal for monkeys like yourself. Okay." Zyon nodded and Discord disappeared.

Author's Note

It was done on a whim no planning needed. I'm so freaking tired, hahaha uh.