The Two Hundred Words Collab

As Ponyville’s new library came closer, Lyra’s eyes fell upon the front door, which hung slightly ajar. Dread washed over and she slowed down, coming to a stop just in front of it. She glanced at the many windows around the library, looking for some sign of light or movement, but found nothing.

Cautiously, she raised a hoof and rapped against the door frame. “Hello? Twilight? Anypony?”

After getting no response, she reached out with her magic to pull at the door. However, her eyes widened as she felt a familiar resistance against her aura, like her magic was swimming through a thick syrup in order to reach the door.

An anti-magic ward? Why is there one here?

She trotted closer and slipped her hoof in the crack of the door, pulling it open. As daylight streamed in, her eyes fell upon the floor, messily littered with books and papers, but not a single pony in sight. She tried casting light with her horn, but found it even harder to feel her magic.

If the ward is this strong here, the center’s gotta be in the basement. Hopefully someone there knows where everyone went, if I can even find anyone.