The constant roar of rain followed me into my dream realm and seemed to permeate through the midnight blue energy that made up the far distant walls of my ethereal abode.

I didn't mind the roar of the storm. Something you have to realise about me, i love Extreme weather, especially when rain and/or hail was involved, and the howl of high the high winds? Even better. It comforted me greatly during my reading of another tomb.

The black leather cover binding the pages together titled in silver words. “Legendary and mythical creatures and constructs for idiots.”

‘I know right. Lovely title.’ Sarcasm mentally noted.

Some of these creatures are scary as all living hell. For example. A cockatrice can turn you into stone if you look it in the eyes.

Hydra heads each have their own personality and thus intelligence level. This would be tricky…

Nothing on timber wolves. But then again I wasn't really expecting them to be in a book from earth in the first place.

Next to my feet, which sat on the top of the marble table. Was a non-proverbial mountain of books. Titles ranging from “How to manage diplomatic tension” to a fairly beefy red leather book titled in gold text “Sun Tzu - The Art of War”

A gramophone sat on the table to my right, just past my feet. Oddly enough i had it blasting out one of my favorite types of music. Cyberpunk. More specifically. Titled ‘(8) Bleed- A Cyberpunk Mix’

The wubs and techno that the gramophone roared out into an echo around my realm would make ‘Vinyl Scratch’ jump and squee in glee.

The image of the crazy maned pony skipping around like ‘Pinkie Pie’, viciously derailed my train of thought, And all i could for for half an hour after that was giggle to myself like a bitch.

However, a feeling of being spied upon just outside of my peripherals, constantly had me on edge and my guard up all night. I was retrieve a book and force a ethereal lock on the hedge bookcase again, before forcing it back underground and out of sight.

Tonight's theme for my garden was a nice ocean view, from a pristine beach.

And i knew that i had once again picked up an unwanted guest in my abode once again this night.

With a click of my fingers all the books on the table disappear in a flash of light, their whispie contrails flowing through the air like lost souls looking for their bodies.

They return to their organised locations on the shelves, burrowing themselves into the ground to reach said locations.

It's at that point i feel the eyes that had been on me all night vanish into the shadows.

And i once again, siphon all energy from my realm into my body, but this time i didn't feel the invigorating flow of power i had the previous night.

“... Damn… i missed her. She's getting better at reading my emotions and countering my plans-” it's at that point i feel something amiss.

I raised my left hand, and closed my eyes concentrating on the violated feeling that permeated through my soul.

And i notice to my utter annoyance, a book has gone missing.

I summon the shelf with an aggravated flick of the wrist. And the shelf comes hurtling out of the ground before abruptly slamming back down into it. I hold my left hand out in front of the blank space and subconsciously feel the books former ‘ghostly’ presence.

Shelf A-13, letter C, history section…

I sigh in defeat at Luna’s persistence, she had netted herself the first of a great many prizes from my personal library.

The missing article being a leather bound two thousand five hundred paged book… with the title… ‘The complete history of Tanks’...

“Sh-eit” out of all the books she stole, it couldn't be Winnie the pooh, or something. It had to be a fucking encyclopedia about one of the most devastating types of war vehicles my civilisation had ever created."

I forced myself into waking. Getting up onto my feet i scowled at myself for not being on guard.

“Well. She's probably gonna hate our guts now…” I said to none in particular, as i stared off in Ponyville’s direction. Where my best friend was… by himself… due to my cowardice.

My fear.

Author's Note

Sorry for the wait, those who read. Going to try and post more of our work. Don't loose faith with us yet people.