Rook (Book 1 - The Forever Blade)

It was late in the afternoon when Rook finally awoke from his slumber. He was more tired than he'd felt in many years. Was this the life of an idle hero? To sit, and wait as the authorities handled matters? With each passing day his residual stupor grew deeper and deeper still. Perhaps it was a bit selfish, but he wanted action. He wanted to be the one running about looking for Twilight. He wanted to make himself useful. But at the core of his feelings, he could not tell if what he desired was responsibility... or simply credit.

I don't suppose I have much to worry about, though... Rook mused as he righted himself and attempted to put a hoof on the floor, If I wasn't still needed, Princess Celestia would have sent me home by now...