I stretch my wings and hop out of bed. Today was Sunday, October 13. Every Sunday, I hang out with Twilight at the library. I slip on my leg wear and rush out the door with my favorite manga series, Fullbridled Alchemist. Many people would look at me outside and crinkle their noses at my Gothic appearance and my possessing both a horn and my wings. Truth is, I don't care. Truth is, I was the Dovakiin, or Dragonborn from Skyrim. Wait, take that back. I was a HUGE HUGE HUGE fan of Skyrim, even though I was seventeen human years. I appear at the library, and knock on the door.
"Twilight! It's Lights," I call through the wood. I hear a tiny scuffling and a little dragon opens the door.
"Hi, Mr. Dovakiin! Twilight's in her study upstairs," The dragon says. I walk in and give the dragon a loving noogie.
"Spike," I laugh. "Just call me Lights, buddy. Dovakiin is too formal." Spike giggles and shows me upstairs. I knock on Twilights bedroom door and call again.
"Twilight, it's Lights! Something wrong?" I was answered to a clapping of hooves on the wood floor. The door was open to a smiling Twilight Sparkle. She invites me in and closes the door behind me. Her bedroom was pretty big, and put my small room to shame. Books were everywhere, touching every surface but her computer and her bed.
"Please come in! I was just playing some Minecraft. I had to find the cracked download, 'cause Mojang doesn't take bits. Oh, well. I got some shelving to do today, but in my room. Care to help? I'll understand if you want to play with Spike today. That little dragon has been sleeping through the entire night ever since you started to play with him." We both laugh a bit. I loved playing with Spike. Kicking a soccer ball around or just eating gems together (I'd eat rock candy, mind you). I was shook into the present when Twilight flipped up her hair and preformed the levitation spell. Books fell all around us, and we started re-shelving them. Twilight, as usual, struck up a conversation.
"Can you tell me again, what was that game you played called again?" She asked, as she put back Celestia and Equestria. I laugh and put back The Helping Games.
"It was called Skyrim. I was never the official Dra[igonborn, but I was pretty close, playing all the games and making Dawnguard my top priority. As soon as I get home, I think I'll play some Skyrim. Care to watch," I ask the purple mare as she puts back The Legend of Celestia and giggles.
"Funny! I wanted to invite you over tonight for dinner," she says as she casts her adorable eyes on me. I smile and nod. Twilight lets out a little squeal of happiness and falls down into a pile of paperbacks. I continue on shelving. I'm putting back a Shojo Neigh manga when a leather bound book adorned with beads caught my eye. I pick it up fromthe sea of books and read it. I am amazed at what I see. Twilight, being the nice friend she is, turns an eyebrow up at my unrestfulness upon reading the book
"Something the matter, Lights? Looks like you found out a grave secret." I, being the emotional nerd I am, completely freak out.
"DO YOU CALL THE WORLD ENDING A 'GRAVE SECRET'?!" Twilight faulters a bit after my outbreak.
"What? You sure it's not a Pinkie Pie prank, or even a Spike prank?" She asks, trying to get me to stop hyrperventalation.
"I honestly don't think a book written in The Year of Thy Trial Luna, bound with animal fat, and published by Celestia herself is a prank. Here's the best part: the Apocalypse starts tomorrow."
