I woke with a start. Sleeping on a bookshelf is apparently not good for one’s psyche. Being in a confined space that I barely remember my cat being able to fit into is not very comforting. I had several nightmares about the evil flying books from Harry Potter. Those things were scary! I don’t quite remember how it ended, but it involved copious amounts of fire. Heh, fire. I like fire. I wonder if it came with the body? Meh, I can ask Ungy later.

Where was I? Ah yes! Waking up! Waking up was boring and uneventful, but breakfast was the exact opposite. Did you know Pokémon can eat hay? I didn’t. But seriously, they tasted like French fries. Not those crappy soggy McDonalds ones either, high quality, custom built, super delicious French fries like the ones at my favorite ski resort! I kept this to myself, however, because questions are annoying.

Nothing eventful happened that morning, just me reading Daring Do. Later in the day I was almost done with the first Daring Do book. I can understand why Rainbow Dash loved these, they are amazing. Think… Nevermind, Earth’s books can’t compare to it. Unless there are Indiana Jones books, but I’m not sure if there are. Meh, asking Ungy that as well. I seem to be doing that a lot lately… Hmm. No matter, back on topic! As I finished the book, I stared at Spike, who was dusting the bookshelves.

“That.” I began, catching his attention. “Was friggin’ awesome.”

He smiled at me before turning to continue dusting the bookshelves. “Yeah, it’s a pretty good series. Some ponies say that the first one wasn’t even the best.

I turned towards the book. “You have my attention.”

I saw him shrug at the edge of my vision. “They just say that the first book is just introducing Daring Do and stuff, getting a feel for the series. The next books are them going out on awesome adventures and stuff. Pretty cool right?” he finished turning towards me.

I felt the sudden urge to say ‘Wrong. REALLY cool. You just grew a fou-‘ WHOAHOHO. Not puttin’ that into words. Anyway, I shrugged off the feeling with a mental glare at Ungehorsam. “Yeah! I can’t wait!” I said gleefully. “But first, I have been thinking of something that I want to ask Twilight.” I finished as I exited the room.

Spike dropped the duster. “Uh oh.”

Twilight was in her bedroom with a book. As I walked in, she turned the page with her nose. If I had eyebrows, I would have lifted one. Only one. Not two. I decided now was a good time to interrupt. "Why don't you turn the page with magic?" I asked, starting Twilight, who let out an "eep!" and jumping about a foot in the air. She took a second to calm down, shooting me a glare. I was proudly unfazed like George Washington crossing the Antarctic Stream. Or something like that. Might have been an ocean actually... Nevermind, put that file into the Questions For the God folder and continue on.

"Cinder!" she scolded. "You scared me."

I grinned. "I know."

She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I don't turn the page with my magic because..." She trailed off, stopping for a minute to think. "Because it feels more natural that way."

Having eyes really helps articulate many emotions. Having perpetually closed eyes makes it a teensy bit hard to squint. So I decided to just shrug. "Seems legit." I said. "But now for my real purpose for bothering you. I have a question."

I swear I saw here left eye twitch.

I continued, thinking nothing of it. "In my world, there is a saying, that 'Magic' is just science we don't yet understand. You know science, but do you kno-"

I was rudely cut off by an angry unicorn. "IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE I SWEAR TO CELESTIA I AM GOING TO-" she stopped mid-sentence, burying her head in the book she was reading earlier. "I am never going to be able to hear the end of this." she moaned. "Nearly every human that has come here has asked me something like-" She imitated a man's voice, "'How does magic work?' or 'How do you pick up things with hooves?'" she picked up her book to demontrate.

"How do you do that anyway?" I asked, not yet realizing I was digging my own grave. REALLY deep. Like, down past Tatarus.

She screamed and started madly pacing around in circles, muttering to herself, forgetting about the guilty Pokemon in the room. I'll admit I high-tailed it outta there. Why do they call it high-tail anyway? If an animal is scared, it puts it's tail between it's legs, right? Isn't that low? Anyway, over-thinking things again. I "High-tailed" it outta there, almost slamming into Spike. Okay, fine, slamming into Spike, who had probably heard the Screeches of fury and rage and fury, trying to figure out what it was. We tumbled down the stairs, which seemed a bit longer than they should have been, landing in a heap of small flame spewing creatures.

"Ooow." Spike said from his position on the far wall of the library, rubbing his head.

"Copy paste." I replied, wishing my puny Cyndaquil legs could stretch to my face. Which, of course, they couldn't. Because they were puny. How did Spike even get there anyhow? Well, that's another god-question.

"What does that mean?" Spike asked, standing up unsteadily.

"Something involving advanced and complicated technology that I am neither able to nor willing to tell you.

"Don't tell Twilight about that." Spike said, "She would never stop questioning you."

"Yeah I probably could have guessed that." I said, groaning as I rolled off of my back.

"What was that all about anyway? Spike asked."The only other time I've seen Twilight that upset was when Griffin..." He trailed off as he realized what had transpired. "OH." he said, making a face. "You are dead."

"Meh." I said acting nonchalant. "I'll die later. But for now-" I said reaching for the bookshelf. "Book two!" I shouted in triumph before heading to the library table to read.

According to Spike, Twilight came down for lunch after I had already eaten. Apples from Sweet Apple Acres taste like apples, only better. A lot better. Hay is still delicious. I wonder what hay fries taste like? Do they taste like french fries, with traces of FRENCH FRIES?

Because that would be freaking awesome.

I had almost finished the second book when it was time for dinner. Honestly, I didn't think it was possible to make so many things out of vegetables that taste good. Where did they even get tofu? Anyway, after Having Twilight glare at me for ten minutes while I ate half my body weight, I continued reading the second book, finishing it before going to bed. This time, I was going to try the mysteries section. Next Chapter: Just a Tiny Tree? Estimated time remaining: 13 Minutes