Anthro

Lyra laid there in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her head was finally feeling a familiar pillow after so long, and she assumed her cat was cuddled right next to her, but something just didn't feel right to her. Something was keeping her awake, she wanted to open her eyes, climb out of bed, and go for a stroll, but she has established that that will be impossible unless Anthro does that magic thing again that temporarily gave her the ability to walk.

So there she was, the only sounds to break the silence were her breathing and the cat's purr. Bon-Bon told her she'd be back the next day at about 8 in the morning, meaning she'd probably wake up alone again.

She turned her head to the side, trying to find a comfy position for her head. Her eyes suddenly had the urge to open, and there laying at her bedside table was the book she was given by the priestess earlier that day. Lyra sighed, looking across the room to the bookshelf of other better things to read. Her shelf was twice her height, and nearly packed with books of science and documents as well as research papers. Lyra quickly narrowed her choice down to a study on the equine anatomy, maybe she could find something interesting about her paralysis in there. Her horn flickered into life, and the book began to move. Unfortunately, what isn't commonly addressed in pony society is how magic acts as a wavelength and spreads out as distance increases. This meant that as the book of her choice began to slowly slide out, so did every other book around it, until the entire row of book simply fell off the shelf and onto the ground causing a loud thud.

Lyra groaned, now she had nothing interesting to do, except read some fairy tales from a book written a few millennia ago. She turned her head and used her magic to float the surprisingly light book over to where she lay, slowly opening the book to its first page. She forced herself to read, and aloud she read, "In the beginning, there was not nothing, there was land, but in the beginning there was also evil. Evil was the only thing, and thus evil was good. The demons roamed the world, bringing misery to each other…"

TIme had passed, Lyra didn't realize it, but she had made it a quarter of the way through the massive book when she looked at her clock to see four hours had passed. It was nearing two in the morning, yet Lyra was surprised by how interesting these stories were. Sure they were not factual, and were covered with logical flaws, but she enjoyed reading them for their morals.

Then she flipped the page, and found a story that hit home. Throughout all these tales and passages, through all these verses and chapters, none of them described the ponies with flaws. This story she had found, however, was conveniently titled, "The Motionless."

By the end of the story, Lyra's eyes were wide with awe, this was the first time she had ever truly connected with a fairy tale. How this pony, who could not move much like her, had abandoned hope in curing himself and cast himself to the desert to end his life.

Lyra could feel something in her stomach, like a feeling of relief when spomepony you know reminds you they are there for you. She thought to herself, "Maybe… maybe I had it all wrong." Suddenly she realized what she had to do, this was the first time in her life where she wanted to pray. So could not hold her hooves together, but she closed her eyes and she spoke to herself, "Hello?"

There was a long pause, she began to lose hope when she suddenly heard a voice, "Yes, my child?"