Chapter#3

A Party ’Till Dawn
6:48 pm

By Mornings Dew

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”. . . and that's how the Zap Apples are made.” I finish flawlessly. Time was in our benefit, luckily. So I've been telling Twilight of the popular stories made within Ponyville.

”Wow,” Twilight whispers in awe, scribbling ferociously on a scroll within her magic aura, ”There have been multiple studies on the storm clouds that summons the Zap Apples, but it's always said that after they calm down, they disappear. Pegasi have never been able to get close to them due to the extreme thunder and lighting. No attempt has been made because of the promise of death.”

I hope her things don't catch fire. Twilight is creating quite a lot of friction. I can't even see the quill clearly anymore, it's just a red blur.

We have been walking for a while now. I have been telling Twilight stories from Ponyville as fond memories of the time spent in this village toll on my mind.

”Yes. Well, this five day event occurs annually, so if you stay or come back to Ponyville I'm sure you'll see it.”

”Really?”

I nod.

”This is amazing! I get to experience a phenomenon up close!”

”Hopefully you won't hurt yourself, Twilight. Hey, if you'd like to, I could give you a tour around Ponyville.”

Twilight pauses, ”I appreciate the offer, Miss Joy, but. . .” she trails off.

”But?” I persist.

She looks away, ”I don't want to stay here longer than I have to. Besides, I'm going to be busy.” she adds.

I raise a brow, ”Busy? Busy with what, exactly?”

Twilight sighs, ”You won't believe me.”

”After living here?” I laugh, ”Not a chance.”

A serious expression appears on Twilight’s face, ”Alright, well it's about an old mares tale. Have you heard about the Mare in the Moon?”

”Oh, that one?” Twilight looks at me, bewildered, ”It’s one of my few favorites, actually.”

”You've actually read it? Not just heard about it?”

”Yes, why?” I inquire.

”Wha— but how? There are only a dozen copies of it around Equestria! And most are in Canterlot!”

I look at her, ”Who said I didn't go to Canterlot?”

Twilight waves a hoof, somehow not face planting, ”You don't just find it! There are either in the Canterlot Records or in a certain tower that I live in!”

I shrug, ”I found it in the library just fine.”

She looks at me funny, ”You were looking for it specifically?”

I look back at her, ”Not really. I was looking for old mare tales in general. Are you saying that you don't believe I read it?”

”Yes! There is no way you could have read it!”

I pause. This young mare— lives in Canterlot within a tower? ”Wait. You're sixteen and you live in a tower?”

”Don't change the subject!” She growls.

I laugh.

==

You know, if I didn't question the empty streets, Twilight would have, but she was busy scribbling on her scroll.

If I didn't question the sun’s shaky setting, Twilight would have, but she was busy mumbling something.

If Twilight didn't question how bad her parenting skills are influencing on poor Spike, I would have, but I was busy laughing at the baby dragon's expense.

The air is filled with light chatter. Peaceful. Quiet enough. Pleasant. I look up to the sky. This. . . feeling that I have. It is anything but pleasant. Least you love evil. Evil. When did I last see that? It's a hybrid of uncomfortable emotions clinging to a corrupted souls heart similar to a plague. A worldwide, but a hidden, plague. And it's always said that good can beat evil.

Purity can beat evil?

What is purity? A hybrid of comfortable emotions that warmly wrap the heart of a cleansed mind in ignorant bliss. A beautiful description of the feeling in a nutshell.

Do the beautiful beat the ugly?

I believe that it depends. The beautiful can become evil. The beautiful are— at times— already evil. It's so confusing.

We who live in this world shape it. In return, it will inevitably shape us. It can be dangerous to live a life alone. If you do, who is going to help you find your way back home when you've lost yourself in the world? Let's be truthful, we are all a plethora of experiences squished in one being. It is what makes us. And each of those experiences hold meaning, no matter how small or insignificant.

It doesn't matter if you don't care. We are meant to care. We are meant care, to feel, to know.

Yet, why do I feel this alarming weight? This feeling of impending doom? I feel like I should know, but I don't. Why?

If only time will tell then I guess I'll just have to wait and find out.

But for now, I'll listen to the baby dragon.

”. . . and that's the story of my whole life! Well, up until today. Do you wanna hear about today?” Spike asks, leaning forward. Though his voice is hopeful. He definitely likes talking.

Fluttershy nods with a smile, ”Oh, yes please.”

I look at Spike in the eye, ”Sure, Spike. How did you and Twilight come to Ponyville today?”

I have to admit, this little guy has either a lot of guts, or he's slightly dull. Not to be mean, but he's told us a lot about himself and Twilight. It's his life story for goodness sake! He's telling it to two ponies he's known for not even a whole hour of his life! I think it's safe to say he's a very open dragon.

At least now I know why Twilight lives within a tower in Canterlot.

Speaking of Twilight— She makes a quick three-sixty degree turn and addresses us, ”I am so sorry! How did we get here so fast?”

Looking up, I see the infamous Golden Oaks Library— with the lights off.

I hum, ”You're right. How did we get here so quickly? Time really flies by when you're around, Spike.”

”Aw, shucks— woah!”

Twilight points a hoof to the Library, ”This is where I'm staying while in Ponyville, and my poor baby dragon needs his sleep.” She says, acting concerned.

”No I don't— ow!” Spike tries protesting but is forcefully thrown to the ground.

My eyes widen, and if I didn't stop myself, I would have almost angrily glared at Twilight.

On the ground, Spike looks up at Twilight angrily.

”Aww, look at that,” Coos Twilight, ”He's so sleepy he can't keep his little balance,” She says in a baby voice, then dares to look at me with a forced smile. I silently take a deep breath.

”Poor thing,” Pitys Fluttershy, grabbing Spike in her forelegs and entering the library, ”You simply must put him to bed.”

Twilight drags Fluttershy out the library and backs into the tree, ”Yes, yes. We’ll get right on that. Well, goodnight!” She then slams the door on Fluttershy’s face.

Fluttershy blinks and looks at me, ”Was it something I said?”

I shake my head in disappointment, ”No, Shy. It's not your fault.”

I trot up to the red wooden door and wait. Pinkie is hosting a party in the only library in Ponyville, which so happens to be this one. I grin. Said party is meant just for Twilight and Spike.

”Pure?” Fluttershy softly calls.

Quietly and gently, I shush her with a small smile on my face, ”Remember, Shy? Pinkie is throwing a party here just for those two.”

Surprised, Fluttershy looks at the library's red door. And just as we expected, a loud ”Surprise!” rings through the other side of the library's door.

Laughing, I open the door. The sound of music ring in my ears, ”Lets have some fun, Shy.”

==

I snicker while secretly taking photos of Twilight the rest of her, obvious, future friends. Right now she's drinking a cup of hot sauce!

Eventually, after Twilight ran up the stairs, I placed my camera into my saddlebag and entered the crowd. I want to see who I can talk to.

Ponyville was always a colorful, friendly place. Ponies from all over Equestria come and make a life here. Ponies with suits and ties, cowboy hats, dresses, fedoras, horseshoes, bows— it never stops! Here in this village, it's for everypony, no matter your style. This place is a haven! If only ponies realize that.

Oh! Lookie here, the Flower Sisters! Three long-time friends. They are like the sisters I've never wanted.

Sitting around a small round table, sat Daisy, Rose, and Lily Valley. No doubt talking about something that's going to be very juicy gossip in less than a week.

Smiling, I trot up to them, ”Hey girls! What’s up?”

All three of them perk up in surprise. Daisy— a bright pink-colored Earth Pony with a beautiful lime mane and tail and two daisy heads for a Cutie Mark— waves a hoof at me, ”Hey, Joy! Perfect timing! Come, come,” She commands, ”Sit here. We have a lot to talk about.”

I sigh, ”What now, girls?” I sit on an extra stool Daisy placed next to hers. I lay my saddlebag underneath my stool.

”Is it true?!” Yells Rose with excitement and. . . awe? Rose— a peach-colored Earth Pony with a well-brushed scarlet mane and tail and a rose for a Cutie Mark— jumps in her seat, ”What you did today?”

Lily, the last of the Flower Sisters, enthusiastically nods her head, ”Yeah! Why would there be something like that? It has to be true!”

Tilting on my stool, my wings itch. Ruffling them, I massage my temples, ”Something I did today?” I mumble.

Lily— a rather dull pink-colored Earth Pony with a pale yellow mane and tail and three lily heads for a Cutie Mark— throws a hoof, ”Yeah girl! Tell us how to knocked out that robber!

I place a forehoof on the table, leaning my weight on it, ”I’m sorry? Girls, you know I would never hurt a thing, right?”

”Oh, come on! We know you don't like telling others you hurt anypony, Pure.” Rose whines, lifting her forehooves in the air, ”Were you there at least?”

Looking away, I sigh, ”Yes,” Quickly, I point at them with a feather, ”But! I didn't mean to knock him out.” I add.

”What? You mean you didn't slap him in the face?” Daisy smirks, a knowing look on her face, ”Don't lie.”

Well, shoot. She's got me stumped there.

I cross my forehooves against my jacket and grumble incoherently, looking at anything but them, ”Fine, I may have knocked him over the head, but he knocked himself out.”

”How?” All three sisters ask.

I groan in agony.

Author's Note

Apologies for the short chapter! But I have to balance my time between quite a few things!

Besides, quality beats quantity.

Until the next chapter my dear readers!