Chapter 2: Interrogation, Part 1

{*First-Person, Main Character*}

I slowly turned the door handle, making sure that if it was old then it wouldn’t squeak while turning, giving out my presents in the process. Strange enough, little to no sound was made during the action. I looked down at the knob, realizing that it was made of wood, just like the rest of my surroundings.

“Now how exactly does that work?” I asked myself silently. I try to push the door before realizing that I had to pull it instead. Carefully backing up, I bring the door towards myself with the utmost caution. Then, I take peek my head around the corner just enough to see what’s outside the room. I swiftly grasp the front tuff of my hair, paranoid that the poofy curls would stick out too much. My left eyebrow instinctively rises up, displaying my current curiosity to the scene that I’ve somehow gotten into.

My first thought was taking note of just how many books in this place. I mean, holy moly! There were just tons and tons of different kinds of literature scattered all throughout the place! Not only were there books on the bookshelves, but also on tables, windowsills, display mantels and the floor! It was kinda messy and looked to be dis-organised, but it was still an interesting sight to see. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many books in one place before! This has to be a library of some kind.

The sudden lighting that reflected off the room almost made me yelp, but for sure made me jump. I heard a squeal of fright coming somewhere below my location. I edge a bit more from the side of the door to see what exactly made that noise. I heard another small scream when the thunder came rolling around. I then spotted that stupid yellow donkey-alien thing from before when I woke up in the bed. It was trying hopelessly to hide from the storm’s noises by cringing behind a large, dark green reclining chair directly one floor below me. My eyes trailed to the other purple alien, who was currently looking through books that were abnormally floating in front of her face. In fact there were multiple books that it was looking through simultaneously. One book would fly towards its eyes and then would leave as another book would take its place. Another stranger fact was that all the books that were gliding around her were covered in some kind of purple aura, which was the same colour of aura that was coming off that strange horn on that head of its. I figured that there had to be some kind of connection between the two.

I appeared to be at the top of a long wooden staircase that extended to the main floor. At this point in time I officially declared that everything in this building was made out of wood. The floor, the ceiling, the walls, the doors; every single surface in this room was made of oak or some other wood of some kind. Heck, maybe it was some kind of otherworldly wood that I’ve never heard of! But anyways, I could see a door at one side of the room, a doorframe at the other, and in-between an array of books, scrolls, lamps, tables, chairs, sofa and aliens. The yellow alien was sitting in a plethora of furniture that consisted of a blue and dark violet sofa, a bright red beanbag, and a coffee table in the center of the U-shaped arrangement. Imbued in the wall in front of all said furniture was an actively burning fireplace, which made no sense because THE FIREPLACE WAS MADE OF WOOD. HOW DOES THAT WORK??? Everything in this place is made of wood, heck, more than half of the room is filled with books, so why isn’t this library a smoldering mess? I guess that’s one more thing to put in my list of ‘things that don’t make sense’.

My attention turned when I saw the yellow donkey-thing slowly get out of its hiding spot and daintily sit down on the recliner.

“This thunderstorm is getting pretty scary…”

“Mmm hmm.” The purple donkey agreed (at least I think it’s the purple one responding). It was still rapidly looking through different kinds of information sources.

“I mean, it’s getting really, REALLY scary…”

“Yeah, that’s nice.” Apparently, the purple alien wasn’t paying any attention what so ever to what its fellow alien had to say. What was she looking for that was important enough to ignore others?

“I’m kind of getting worried about Rainbow Dash. I know that she has a duty to lead the weather team up there, but I’ve never seen a rainstorm get so bad in my life, and I think it might be dangerous at this point…

“Ok…” was the only response the yellow thing got.

“Twilight, I’m serious! I’m really worried about Rainbow Dash! She could get hurt out there!”

“Well, with all due respect, I believe that there are far bigger matters to deal with right now. Besides, Rainbow’s a perfectly capable mare that can take care of herself.”

The yellow one looked both flustered and shocked. Whoa, that must’ve been some pretty big words to get a reaction like that. I wonder who this ‘Rainbow Dash’ is. Also, what the heck kind of name is ‘Rainbow Dash’???

I saw the purple alien (presumably Twilight) look up from its reading for a moment. It then kinda had a look when it was realizing something important, like ‘I forgot to buy milk’ or ‘I may have left the stove running’. From all I could tell, it was doing a LOT of thinking.

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{*Omniscient point of view, Ponyville Library*}

Twilight ran her previous statement through her head. She then realized the weight of her words. How could she dismiss a matter like that so easily? Rainbow was one of her best friends! She SHOULD care about Rainbow’s health and current state of danger!

But, on the other hoof, there was really nothing she could do about it. There was no way she could contact Rainbow. She didn’t know any spells that could get Rainbow’s attention, she didn’t know where Rainbow was so she couldn’t use telepathy, and no mailmare would want to go out and fly in this weather! And besides, she wouldn’t want to bother her during her job, especially if Rainbow was successfully extinguishing the storm! Twilight didn’t want to be responsible if she accidently messed up some kind of weather team operation.

The unicorn went back to looking for any sign of what that bipedal alien could be.

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{*First-Person, Main Character*}

“Look, I understand your concern for Rainbow Dash, and trust me, I’m worried about her too. But really, there’s nothing I could do to change this situation. Well, at least change it for the better. All I can really do is do research and hope that Rainbow will come out of the storm ok.”

The purple alien (forget it, from now on I’ll be calling it ‘Twilight’ since that’s what the yellow alien called it) went right back to reading books, relaying its response to its comrade. She looked less appalled, and went right back to sulking in her chair. She looked pretty defeated. Was the thunderstorm outside THAT bad? Could they really do nothing to contact this ‘friend’ of theirs? Another thunderclap boomed outside, once again making the yellow thing and I jump from out spots. This time, I did yelp, quickly drawing the attention of the two aliens below me.

“Why, hello there!-“

I shrieked as I felt myself become weightless. I then flew out of my current hiding spot, flung into a wall that was not covered in books and held IN MID AIR. I tried to move my limbs freely, which I couldn’t, except for the slightest movements and my head. I twisted my neck, examining the rest of my body. They was glowing the same purple the books were! What the heck? I saw the yellow thing still sitting its spot wide-eyed while the purple alien hastily approach me.

“Look towards me!” the purple one ordered. I felt my neck get yanked to face my captor.

“Before you even do ANYTHING, I want to know that you’ve got my full co-operation, and that you won’t make any sudden movements to defend, attack or escape! Is that clear?”

“Ye-yes!” I answered. She looked surprised that I did. I guess that she didn’t expect me to speak her language. Wait, if she didn’t expect me to answer or even understand her demand, then why did she ask in the first place? Furthermore, how in earth (how ironic, I’m not sure if I’m on earth anymore) does this donkey-thing know how to speak English???

“So, do you swear to behave properly? And if you don’t, then I will be forced to take necessary DISARMING measures!”

“Yes, yes I swear!” What else could I do? I was pinned down by an unknown force inside an alien hideout! Even though I didn’t trust these creatures one bit, I had to play along, seeing as I had no power in this situation.

I felt myself drop to the ground. I wasn’t prepared for gravity to suddenly turn on, so I squealed and fell flat on my stomach. Not too soon after, I felt my wrists twist forcefully behind my back. Even though I was now free from that floating-aura that held me in place previously, my arms were now incapable of doing anything useful.

“Twilight, I thought you said that you trust it completely and it was harmless!” I heard the yellow one complain.

“Well, it will never hurt to take pre-cautions. And besides, I’ve slightly changed my mind. I don’t trust this organism exactly one-hundred percent.”

I looked up from the floor. I noticed that she only said “slightly” and “exactly” in its last sentence. That must mean that she has some kind of level of trust that I won’t hurt it in itself! Well, at least I hope it does, because I really do not have any intention of harming these donkey-things. Although they may have captured me and brought me here from Earth, they don’t seem to harmful, seeing as they didn’t defend my cell at all and they don’t have any kinds of weapons in their possession besides that strange flotation ability of theirs.

“Now, take a seat and get comfortable. I have a few questions to ask you.”

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