The clock was ticking in the library as the big hand struck twelve.

“The reason why I’m here was because of him.”

Emmeranne was strapped to a chair tightly. She had her eyes shut as the clock made a slight bell tone. It flicks both of her ears, making her concentrate on her memory before she entered that day. Due to her past life knowledge, Emmeranne only knows why she went for him—the day she entered the library of the restriction section caused a bit of fear and prosperity.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

“I’m finally older to look at some play mare magazines.” She looked at this big stallion's butt.

“Oh my, a fifteen-inch cock.”

Her face became red as her ears began to steam out from her ears.

“If only ponies looked at me now. I would be so embarrassed to tell any stallion I was a slut. Although I couldn’t tell any pony otherwise. My status was everything to me back then. Although it kind of went sour. However, a pony almost found out my secret lover.”

She looked at her brother's picture from graduate high school.

"An irreversible mistake I made at that point. I concocted a love brew for my brother. Yet it ended up having a lot of charm. I forgot how long it was when I had this great sensation of the amount of pleasure I had with him. How I ended up in the library is a different tale.”

Emmeranne had green fur, crimson eyes, and a dark green mane and tail. She stared at the mirror, which the mirror damaged during its final hour when they looked to the future. Spiders were crawling in the deep corners of the room of the south entrance near the door. The door squeaked and slowly opened. A pony came with his left hoof on the door doorknob, grinned, and stared at her. Lights were flickering red. The stain of blood filled her room as she smiled and laughed.

“Scary sister Emmeranne. Like always, it never creeps me out.”

Azriel walked to the bed and tucked her in.

Emmeranne was fast asleep when Azriel moved away and out of her room.
Emmeranne's right ear twitched when the door clicked.

The year was six hundred ninety-nine.

“I found that even the slightest thing that could never go wrong, however, it did. I don’t think my younger sister could ever forgive me. It pains me to see her sad, but there was nothing I could do. Please forgive me, dear sister, Coral Grim. My brother had a serious cut on his upper chest when he fell. It was harrowing. The one pony known as the lone painter placed him inside this strange blank page book. I went into the book and used the newly created magic. It was known as one of the spells of Hey Cart’s. But, the date must be incorrect because it was occasionally in July of the fourth of two thousand and six."

Author's Note

(shortest Arc chapter. Because Fear Pitch Black Melancholic) If you haven't read that well... sucks to be you. This story is meant for readers who read the series... this isn't for new readers who skip shit no this is for readers who already read the series.