The dust had finally began to settle, and all that lay there was his body, almost motionless. The brave pony lifted himself up, out numbered, out powered yet never out willed. He clenched his weapon in his mouth ready for yet another strike. He couldn't let everypony down, not after everything that had happened. He was ready this time, he lunged towards the other ponies opposing him. He had a slight grin in his face, had he finally gone insane? or was she right all along, did he really care enough to lay down his own life for someone else, for everyone else...

"This is crap! how the hay do they expect me to finish this by Friday ?" A young sky blue colt with a snow white mane and a open book as a cutie mark lay there with his head smacking against his desk."I guess I'll start over" He says as he crumbles the piece of paper he was writing on throwing it into a bin with even more paper.

He was tired, he had been working on this novel for weeks yet couldn't find a way to finish it that felt...right. He composed himself grabbing the quill next to him ready to start over " Chapter 25 The Final....no wait to cliché, Chapter 25 The end of, no no no, this won't do. GAAAA I can't even get the title now.." He said already all to frustrated at himself for something that he thought should be so simple. "That's it, I'm taking a walk"

He rushed downstairs from his small town home only to find a white mare his mother, and a curious looking brown Colt. Although it was his cutie mark that drew the most attention, it was a scroll and a cap, the cutie mark of a scholar. "Oh, there you are, you must be the famous Quill, I must say i have heard a great deal about you" The colt said in a respectful manner, yet Quill was still unsure about him. "Interesting" he began "I have heard absolutely nothing about you”, “Mother" he asked curiously "Who is the guy?".

The brown colt chuckled a little at himself, partly embarrassed. "I'll answer that myself if you don't mind Quill, terribly sorry for not introducing myself to begin with, My name is Chronicle Parchment, but you may call me professor Parchment, head of admissions of Canterlot University" Quill almost tripped over himself when he heard the name, professor Parchment had won various awards for his research in literature and the name was no stranger to his ears. He immediately corrected his stance and stood upright and walked over to his mother to be seated. "As i was saying" continued his mother apparently from where they had left off before Quill had interrupted

" I am very taken by the offer to have Quill attend Conterlot U. but, if i may say so, why do you want him to attend so badly that you would show up here in person." She made a valid point; Quill how ever was still getting passed the fan sqeel in his head over having professor Parchment in his home. The professor took note of her worries and explained his intentions "I will be frank with you, your son already has a prominent career as a novelist, even i have read some of his work. But I believe he could be much greater, his novels are not as well known as they could be and with the training and education he would receive at the university his skill could grow, as of know its still sloppy, his foreshadowing is weak, character description could use some work and much of his work seems rushed and unfinished." The professor takes a sigh and now directs himself to Quill "I'm making a personal call here and want to invite you to Canterlot U. with a Scholarship as my personal student".

Quill froze, for a second there it all seemed surreal, he had written about this sort of thing many of times and seemed just to god to be true. The professor continued "Of course you may take your time in deciding, it's a great deal to think about and..." He was interrupted by a sudden burst from Quill, in a loud voice saying "Yes!” And that was the end of that, over the course of the next couple of weeks he got his admission letter, packed his things, and said good bye to his mother. It all seemed as if it was happening to fast, a scholarship, a paid dorm, a chance to get out of his little town and experience the world, all in all, he felt like he didn't deserve it. He was about to be among the elite of the elite, those for whom learning a trade was not enough but searched to learn and expand there minds in many forms. Before he knew it he was there

It was big, ok it was really big, I mean even for a university. The campus alone took up the space of a small town, all split between dorms, different halls, markets, building after building of different subjects to learn. He had originally been sent there to improve his writing, but having some spare classes he decided to take it upon himself to broaden his horizons. It was all like a new book he was about to open, a new chapter where he would be able to loosen up and have some fun while studying, it was then when he entered his “writers mode” ever since he was a small child he would narrate his life in his head, his friend characters in the book of his life, it helped him deal with things better and inspired him, though now he did it without even noticing.

Thus began the first chapter of his college days “Chapter 1, Psychology class” He said in his head as he smiled to himself going straight to class as his things had already been sent to his dorm before he arrived. “The class was empty, not a single soul resided inside that great lecture hall, the young colt took a seat as he waited anxiously for class to start. Not more than a minute before class was about to start he saw colts and mares poor into the lecture hall, It was probably common, being as college students are known for being more relaxed.” He ended his narration as he waited calmly in his seat thinking to himself a curios thought “ I wonder if I should write a story where my main character narrates for himself what happens” He shook his head giggling to himself, “haha, never mind, having two narrators would through my readers off pretty bad, it’s a pretty silly idea, what kind of person would actually go through with it, they would have to be a” His thought was suddenly interrupted by a mare that went up to him and slapped him with no apparent reason. He was confused…

About fifteen minutes had already passed since when class “should have” started, he wondered if the teacher would even show up when suddenly a older colt slams through the door, he had his cutie mark covered by the long trench coat he was wearing, yet his mane was a strange shade of orange unlike his all to common brown color. “You insolent, sad excuse for students!” he said in an English accent.
The classroom suddenly grew dead quit as the teacher began to speak. “You are worthless; I want you to know that first of all. Second I am wasting my time and if it where not that I was getting paid for this I would be off somewhere else” he then muttered under his breath “even if it is a pretty measly pay”. He then stood upright and charged at a student. “Do you believe you are worth my time? Do you think anything you do will ever amount to something more than a tome stone reading, here lies that one colt that did something non of us can remember,
“The poor colt seemed scared out of his mind, he was obviously not used to being yelled at let alone degraded to such a level, Quill could not stand it anymore, the poor colt seemed terrified and he had to do something. “Your scaring him” he yelled out “He has done nothing yet you speak to him as if he was your worst enemy. The teacher shown a big grin across his face yelling out “Halleluiah, someone here has guts” The teacher looked at the poor student and bowed his head a little and said in a soft voice “I am so very sorry for that, it was for the lesson, I hope you understand”

He then directed himself to the class “ What is it that drives us to defend our fellow pony, even when we know nothing about them, why did no one else say something except this young colt? Why is it that the term “teacher” or “professor” creates such respect that almost no one dared to speak up against me?”He then spoke in a proud voice. “This, is psychology 101” he grind “if you are in the wrong class please exit now” A yellow mare with a pair of headphones stood up red and embarrassed as she walked out of the classroom with every pony looking at her. “There’s always one” said the teacher with a small chuckle. Quill was taken back, he never experienced something like that before and his interest in what he considered was going to be a “blow off” class, suddenly turned into great admiration for the subject. “My name is Mr. X, if you pass my class I might actually let you know it”. The class went by as any other class after that, the theatrics where put aside for now and class adjourned quite quickly.

Everypony got up, discussing the class they had just experienced, Quill not to interested in discussion walked quickly to the door, well that and he didn’t really know anyone so no reason to stick around. He headed to the door when suddenly he saw a mare dash past him in the blink of an eye. It seemed it was the same mare that had slapped him at the beginning of class. “She interested our young hero, she was peculiar and” Quill stops his narration half way “Actually, I think I’ll introduce her next chapter”
He walked out on his merry way off to his dorm as he did not have class until later that `afternoon. “Looking around the grounds the students seemed… peculiar to say the least, not the die hard academics our protagonist had thought he would meet, than again smart people are sometimes kinda, off” He said to himself as he reached his dorm building. “Burnet dorm” read a big sign in the front of the building with a small subscript “colt dormitory”. He pranced in off to his dorm until he was right in front of it, all of a sudden a thought came to him that hadn’t before….he had a roommate. “oh well, can’t be that bad”. As he opened the door his eyes widened, there where things tossed all around the place, it was chaos to say the least, and in the middle of it all, just standing there, was her….