Aura Reader's Lessons

What if i have no need of a lesson one week?

Then ask for a story and find a moral

What if there is none?

Then enjoy the story, not everything teaches you something.

Alright.

I have nothing on my mind this week, and it is almost over. Celestia said to ask for just a simple story. Maybe I can ask for my fortune to be read? Either way, i am going to visit her.

Twilight carefully landed outside of the blue tent. She noticed that there were now purple stars etched into the old fabric, the stars being the same shape as her Cutie Mark. As she stepped through the flaps, she caught sight of a small sign. 'Tell Me A Story.' it read. The alicorn looked at it slightly puzzled before shifting her mind back to her main goal. She finished walked back inside and sat in the same spot as she had the week before.

"Aura?"

"Yes Twilight?" the blue pegasus through a flap in the back of the tent. Twilight swore she had seen a light blue glow from behind the fabric when she entered, but that didn't make sense. Aura was a Pegasus, not a unicorn. Whatever the glow was, she chose to ignore it. She looked back at the pegasus before speaking.

"I have never seen your mark. What is it?" What a stupid question! She came for a story, not personal info! She shook her head and apologized before relaxing slightly. The pegasus just chuckled before sitting down on her side of the table.

"My mark is simple, but my talent is not. Now why is it you are here? Celestia informed me you had nothing new happening."

"I just want to listen to a story."

"What kind of story? Many ponies have a favorite genre." Genre. Not exactly a word most ponies used, though it was the correct word to use. Most ponies would say 'type' or 'theme' but 'genre' was more of a word to Twilight's likeness.

"I go more towards sciences, history, or magic," the purple mare finally answered a little sheepishly.

"Adventure?"

"Not usually."

"Fantasy?"

"Nope, i prefer more nonfiction."

"Then i shall do a fantasy," the pegasus smiled, mocking the alicorn slightly.

"Why?"

"You need to listen to something new."

"Alright..."

"I will include some science. There are many kinds of fiction. Science fiction, historical fiction."

"Just do fantasy. You're right, i should listen to something different."

"Alright, let us begin..."

The Story

Far in the mountains slept a mighty dragon, one who was set apart from the rest. His scales were as white as the falling snow and his wings were transparent, the grey stone he slept on being visible through the clear membrane. His spikes were jagged like shards of ice and his eyes a crystal blue. As hard as the mighty beast tried, he could not even create a small spark of fire. Everytime he tried, a blizzard would succumb the mountain and the animals would freeze. He was outcasted, different. No dragon cared about what was to become of the dragon.  One day, the white dragon finally traveled with his kin, still isolated from them though. When they arrived to their destination, the beast rested on an icy perch that reminded him of his home in the mountains. There, he wasn't ignored. A small white hatchling landed before him and bowed before returning to where it came. The white dragon did not understand why the hatchling would bow as though he were special. A dark red dragon flew over to the dragon's icy perch, a dark scowl on his.

How dare an outcast rest on the perch of a god, the red beast growled.

Perch of a god? The ice only reminds me of home, the white dragon sighed, afraid of an attack.

Prove you are a god of ice, freeze the lava pool, the fire dragon smirked. The white dragon nodded and calmly flew over. He opened his jaws, half hoping his flames would finally come. Soon a jet of ice shot the lava, freezing it solid instantly. He didn't thik it was possible, turning the lava into ice. It quickly melted though, proving he had yet to succeed. The dragon tried again, this time the ice landing in the lava. After a few moments the lava turn into a smooth obsidian, proving his task was complete. A few dragons cheered, the red one scowling in his defeat.

You have proven you are the Ice Dragon, the rare white beast, the red dragon growled, allowing the icy dragon to return to his perch. The white dragon felt proud, having changed from a fireless outcast to an icy god.

"That was actually interesting," Twilight admitted. The pegasus smiled in pleasure and once again pointed to the candle, a scroll, ink, and quill already prepared. Twilight nodded and calmly walked over.

Dear Princess Celestia,

Aura told me a fantasy about a lonely ice dragon. I actually learned two things this week. From the story, i simply learned that something different may be more than it seems. From Aura, i learned that trying new things can be truly fun. It can sometimes expand your horizons, so i am hoping to read a few more fantasies when i return.

Your Faithful Apprentice,

Twilight Sparkle.