Stories Written During Fifth Period Because This Is What My Education Has Amounted To

Lyre from Planet 9

She felt the thick strings glade across her mane, the smooth, green-tinted wood flared in the sunlight. Her minty coat was damp from the morning dew and flowed down her hooves as she pounded over freshly cut bales of hay

All was right in Lyra’s world as she run across Applejack’s fields. She had spent the last half hour trying to remember where her favorite lounging spot was and she finally found it, a quiet corner in the middle of the farm with trees that bent down to create a type of natural amphitheater. Lyra hadn’t been there in ages and she urged to play her sweet Lyre again. This was the only place she could play without disturbing anypony, Big Mac didn’t mind it anyway.

A gentle breeze cleared the leaves from her bath as Lyra entered her own personal music hall. A familiar stump comes to meet her as she perches herself atop it in the center of the hall. She gazed across the farm and felt the cool autumn air. All was wonderful for Lyra, she was content, happy, and at peace.

She began to play.

The notes she wove from her lyre were the truest expression of her inner self. She began an ode to a Sunflower, the leaves swayed in to her notes. Lyra transitions into the woven melody of The Red Pine, emanating warmth from her very being.

Time had become something completely irrelevant, Lyra only sensed her lyre. Her hooves were nothing but an extension of her mind. All was fine, but soon the trees grew weary and the sun began to drift somewhere off into the distance.

Before Lyra could know it, it was already near dark. Finally sensing this, she places her lyre into her saddlebag and starts on her way.

She headed off towards the path, relaxed from the day’s merriment. All of the surrounding trees dimmed any light that could possible assist her, making it so she had to us the faint glow from her horn to find a way. Being as content as she was, it was perfectly fine with her. The gentle clop of her hooves and cicadas from the forest backed her hums, repeating the day’s highlights.

“Hmm, hmmmhmmmm… Hmm hmhm hm hm hmmm hmmm…”

She felt weightless, all of the world’s problems seemed to whisp away like a gentle cloud of smoke. Lyra felt her mane drift across her face. The wind flew through her tail, flicking her fetlocks in a playful manner. It was almost as if she could see for miles. There was her home on the south side of Ponyville, and Twilight’s Library, and Sweet Apple Acres! She stared off, spellbound.

Her mind had been trailing off for so long that she didn’t notice the ground part ways with her hooves. She didn’t realize she was no long emanating magic and that the glow was coming from somewhere else. She had no idea of the soft humming somewhere high above her as she sung to herself far below.

Lyra looked up, more curious than afraid. Her neck arched and as she made out the form of what was above she could no longer maintain her composer.

Lyra saw the hull of a gargantuan starship. It’s bow easily surpassing the length of Applejack’s farm, perhaps more. It had one single hole were discernible light could be recognize. It was a hole from which soft green light pouring through, engulfing her, and originating from the center of the ship.

She convulsed and squirmed but no matter what she did there was no escaping the light’s grasp.

As Lyra neared the entryway to the ship she glanced down toward the ground one final time. Long enough to tell the vague figure of Bonbon opening the door to their cottage and setting off for what looked like Sweet Apple Acres. Lyra wanted to call out to her, warn her of the horrors that were happening.

Lyra inhaled deeply, determined to contact her love.

The doors shut tight before she had the chance to utter a word.