Thirty Minute Ponies Collection

“Hmm, is it time to get up already?” I say, rubbing my eyes. “Guess I had better get started on today’s-” That’s all I can say. For a moment, I just stand there, dumbfounded. I pinch myself to make sure that I’m not still asleep, but I am fully awake, and fully in shock. As I stand up, I take a look around.

Burnt. Everything is covered in a layer of black soot. Even the windows are coated, except for the ones that have melted. Laying on the ground are what I think are pieces of books. Books... why do I feel like I’m forgetting something?

The smell of ash fills my nose as I make my way down the staircase- or what’s left of it- to the main floor of the building where even more books are scattered about. This must be a library or something. At least, it used to be one.

“Why does it have to be so dark in here? There has to be a way to light this place up a bit,” I say, scratching my head. Light... like Twilight. Twilight... why does that name sound familiar?

Then it hits me. All of it. I lived here in the library with Twilight. One day, I was feeling really tired, more than I had ever been before. I must have fallen asleep, because I don’t remember anything that has happened since then.

I try to find a piece of paper I can salvage, but there are none left un-charred. I run over to the door, but it won’t open. It is only now, standing in front of the door, that I realise that I am much taller than I used to be. I wonder how long I’ve been asleep. Taking a step back, I kick the front door as hard as I can. After a few blows, it breaks off of the rusted hinges and falls to the ground outside.

Once again, I find myself staring blankly at the sight before me. Scorched buildings and blackened soil are all I can see. I fight the urge to vomit and sit down to breathe.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see something that stands out from the rest of my surrounding, something that has not been burnt to a crisp. I run over to it, hoping it will help me to somehow figure out what happened. It’s a sign that says ‘Spike!’ on it. Below it is a small box with a rolled up letter inside. It has Twilight’s seal on it. Tears begin to fall onto the once green ground.

“Celestia, what have I done?”