The Story Book

The Story Book

It was a beautiful starry night that Luna would be proud of herself from

creating it. The stars and constellations perfectly commented on each other like colors on an artist's masterpiece. Every pony would be enjoying it expect one purple introvert unicorn that her name was Twilight Sparkle.

She rather read a lot of books then going outside to make any friends.

Everyone blamed her mother let her be an anti-social spoiled princess.

However, they didn’t have any courage to confront any members of Celestia’s

Family. Of course, one crafty individual would force them to open their eyes to see

their mistakes tonight.

Twilight Sparkle felt terrific after a relaxing bubble bath. Her dark purple coat, three-color mane, and tail was a tiny damp from her relaxation. She planned to binge read lots of novels, night. Her scaly assistant went to one of his friends’ home to play the nerd fantasy game with his buddies. Plus, it was nighttime, ponies slept in their beds or were out partying with their friends.

Her conclusion was anyone would not bother her the whole night. However, a cruel fate said; otherwise, the dark purple-eyed unicorn unexpectedly heard a couple of knocks on her front door,

“Who is knocking at my door at this time? I know they are not my mother or assistant. It might be one of the royal messengers.” Twilight thought to herself as she walked to the door and unlocked it.

Then she opened it to see a ragged opened cardboard box at her welcome mat instead of anyone. She saw a very rough shaped book that its name rubbed off. It looked like its owner was a foal or filly that used it as a practice eraser and crafting paper. Sparkle was glad for the previous owner to seem to give it to The Princess of Books. She smiled to herself about the book found this sanctuary in possession of Twilight Sparkle.

She levitated the cardboard box and moved it inside of her home as she closed the door and locked it. Then she placed the box on her reading desk and took the book out of it. The Princess of Books torn up the box and threw into the fireplace.

Twilight tried to figure out what was the book’s title by looking its front and back for anything that would indicate her what could its name be. Unfortunately, every inch of it has varying sizes of slashes, and its cover’s ink was faded due to the passing of time. These conditions made it impossible to find the book’s name was. Her next option was to go to its first page.

She used her magic to carefully open it to its first page. She noticed the page was parchment paper with varying stains on it.

Nevertheless, she saw that the title was two words long. The first word was The. Another was not seeable due to someone colored with a dark red crayon.

“It looks like I have to read this book to figure out its name. Also, the previous owner's foal got hold of it somehow.

Now, it’s in a safe place.” Twilight thought to herself, teleporting a cushion, and sat on it. Then she started to read the unknown named book after turning to the page one of its stories.

“Upon a time in a very far away kingdom, there was a beautiful alicorn princess that wants a foal for herself. But she didn’t trust any stallions due to her past experiences with them.

They only dated her for her royal beliefs and riches. After a few stallions later, the princess decided to quit the dating scene completely. So she impregnated herself by casting an ancient spell that most powerful alicorns could only cast it successfully. This spell used the gas clouds and materials around their celestial objects to create a foal.” Twilight read, getting hooked into the story like a moth attracted to a blazing flame. She naturally compared the story's princess to her mother due to her mom’s similar situation.

She wanted to finish the whole of this book tonight. Unfortunatelyfor her, the book was enchanted by a powerful and grimly curse that would trap who read the story.

As she continued to read it, it slowly transformed her body into words and put them onto its page

“After one year of celebrations, aches, and other being pregnant issues, the princess gave birth to a healthy foal.

When she held her daughter for the first time, she promised herself that would give her baby whatever she wants. After countless days and years of precious memories passed by, her foal grew up into an adorable and smart filly.” Twilight said as every word made her closer to start to shed a tear. “This story reminded of me, and my mother is.”

“The alicorn princess homeschooled her precious daughter. She taught her about standard school stuff, manners, history, and other subjects that she thought them could be helpful for her filly out.

Unfortunately, the princess’s spoiling and attentive over the years made her filly to be a teenager bookworm and introvert. However, her daughter would be a great princess someday. In spite of her mother spoiled her, she slowly tried to break her anti-social habits.

However, her efforts were pointless due to her mindset.” Twilight read more of the story while crying more tears.

She let her tears fall on to her reading desk and the floor. “ This book reminds me a lot of my life.

I’ll show it to my mother tomorrow. As this point, the upper half of her body was utterly transformed into words and put them in its pages. Now, she was only neck and head.

“There was a beautiful starry night, the daughter of the princess got out from her relaxing bubble bath and planned to binge read lots of books all night.

Before she reached her reading desk, she heard a couple of knocks at her front door. She unexpectedly anypony this night, but she went to the door and opened it to see who it was.

She found a ragged looking cardboard box that contained a heavily damaged body inside it…..” Twilight read the end of the page as the rest of her was transformed into the final pages of the story.

Then it closed and successfully repaired itself to mint condition.

A shadowy human hand came to a pure black portal. Then it grabbed the book and took it through the gateway. A few moments later, the portal disappeared from existence.

The End