Sometime in the night, a young mare finds herself trapped. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say, she loses herself and is trapped. An illness has taken this pegasus, one that none yet know the cause of. However, if somepony were to enter her dreams and save her…
A pony fades into the landscape, or perhaps the landscape fades in around the pony. Either way, a young unicorn now stands in a foreign place.
A very foreign place, indeed. Tall, thick trees with wide branches stand on all sides. The leaves are thickly clustered, and the lighting is dim, but upon close inspection it is possible to determine that they are diamond-shaped and tinted red. The ground is a hard-packed, greenish-looking dirt, ridden with the gnarled roots of the aged trees.Near the bases of the trees, small flowers grow, despite the lack of light reaching them. They are still in the bud stage, for the most part, but the closed-up petals appear to be white with a touch of purple.
Not too far away, there is a sudden sound, quickly followed by a shout and the smell of smoke. Soon, two faint voices are audible, though the words are indistinguishable at this time. One voice is higher, but rougher, and very angry. The other, soft and smooth, almost calming, but with an anxious twinge.
So gradually that it might go unnoticed by most, a path begins to open in the trees. They shift and lean, as if sentient. Though the roots remain as troublesome as before, the closely-packed trees now formed a narrow lane, as if to lead somepony somewhere.
Fox looked around, wondering what she had gotten herself into. The fact was that the explanation about everthing being a dream didn't really help with the case of the willies which she was feeling at that moment. "Quill, what have you got me into".
The fact that she had voluinteered to go into Quill's dream when it became apparant that the mare was suffering from the sickness was not surpirsing, Quill was one of few ponies which Fox thought of as a friend after the 'Tales of Tamriel' encounter. What was surprising was that Fox hadn't hesitated to volunteer. Looking at the interior of Quill's mind, Fox thought to herself that maybe she should have considered it a bit more.
Taking one last look around, Fox frowned as she realised that she was woefully unprepared for what lay ahead. At least the Princess had explained what she might be able to do in the dreamscape. She closed her eyes and concentrated before opening them again. One look back told her that she was wearing leather with a sharp-looking sword hanging from her belt.Turning around sent a swathe of her longer, wilder red mane in front of her face. "Flippin' eck. What was I thinking".
After pushing her mane out of her eyes Fox started walking down the path shouting "Quill, Quill, QUILL!"
The young mare soon approaches a clearing, in which stands two ponies; a stallion and a mare. The mare wears her mane long, but brushed back from her face, and appears to be a unicorn. She has saddlebags slung across her back. The stallion is slightly shorter than her, it appears, and also keeps his mane long, though it falls in his face. He has no wings, nor a horn, which would lead an onlooker to the conclusion that he is an earth pony. The young hero approaches at an angle, and can see the stallion's face clearly but not the mare's. From such a viewpoint, one can observe some very strange details about the two ponies.
For example, several details on both of them seem to shift when not being directly looked at. The mare's mane shifts from a very pale blue to a very dark grey. Her coat is white, her eyes not visible, and her cutie mark mostly hidden by her saddlebags. The earth pony who stands across the clearing, however, seemed to be indecisive on eye color. One moment it' dark purple, then next it's blue-green, and if one were to focus on a certain point in space between two trees, his eyes would appear pinkish. His cutie mark, too, shifts from one thing to another, but he's too far away and standing at an angle, making it difficult to tell what the images are. His fur is a soft purple color, and his mane is ocean blue.
The white mare continues to yell at the stallion, accusing him of being her "greatest enemy." Her words are all sharp and clear, but much of the other pony's dialogue is muffled or blocked out, as if he were speaking underwater.
"The prophet told me I would find my greatest enemy here," Says the mare. "And here you are! What do you think that means?"There's a moment or two of the muffled speech before the stallion's response becomes clear.
"Have you ever considered that maybe you're your own greatest enemy?" These words seem to have an effect on the mare, as she falls silent. "I'm your friend," Instead of a name, the stallion's voice is obscured once more. "I'm not your enemy."
Seemingly unnoticed by both ponies, a fire is burning and spreading in the brush behind the stallion. If left unattended, it will spread quickly and may be unmanageable.
Fox stepped into the clearing, a little skittish about the two strangers and the fire. The mantra it's only a dream, it's only a dream, it's only a dream was helping but something about the pair was making her more uneasy by the moment. "Hello, I'm looking for someone".
She moved around the pair and nearer to the fire as she tried to work out what to do. The fire was only going to get worse and she had less idea of what to do about the mare and the stallion. She detatched a water bottle from her belt and (glad that it seemed she could move things with her mind the same way that she could in reality) started trying to put the fire out with the water inside.
She smiled as she remembered that she would in theory never run out of water so it just might work.
The two strange ponies essentially ignore Fox Fire, having a brief stare-down as she pours water on the flames. After some time, the mare grinds her teeth, sighs, and walks away. The stallion relaxes, no longer in danger of having to fight his friend, and looks around at his surroundings. It's at this time that he notices the younger pony, still pouring her bottomless water bottle out onto the embers. Vaguely he recalls her entering the clearing, and saying something to them, but cannot remember what she'd said.
"I'm sorry, were you trying to speak to us? Neither of us was really listening. Is there something I can help you with?" He tilts his head at her curiously, hoping to be of assistance. The earth pony steps closer, studying the burnt area and shuddering. 'Could have been me,' he thinks, and the thought is obvious from the stress on his face.
Fox nearly jumped out of her fur when the mare spoke to her, then smiled as she looked at the embers. "I think the fires out now but you may be able to hep me with something. I'm looking fior someone, a pegasus mare called Quill. I need to find her urgently".
Fox looked at the stallion, smiling before she spoke again. "I'm Fox Fire, my friends just call me Fox. Is everything alright, things seemed strained between you and your".. Fox paused as she tried to work out how to refer to the mare since 'friend' seemed to be a bad description
The stallion flushes from embarrassment. "She's my friend," he says quickly. "Just...confused about her destiny." Then he cocks his head to the side, considering the question of the missing pony.
"Quill, you said? The name rings a faint bell, but I can't put a face to it." He shifts his weight and gives an apologetic look. "Maybe if you describe what she loo--"
The rest of what he says is cut off suddenly as everything becomes a still, airless grey.
The stifling color lasts only a moment, and when it fades the surroundings have changed. The young unicorn now finds herself standing on a soft surface, which a quick glance around the room would reveal is cloud.
The entire room appears to be in greyscale, with the exception of the wooden desk in the corner. Upon the desk is a stack of clean paper, an inkwell containing blue ink, a quill pen resting on a stand, and several scribbled-on sheets of paper. One or two sheets appear to have fresh writing, and one in particular has obviously been left unexpectedly.
In addition, there are a few papers on the floor, slightly crumpled and halfway under the desk. A wastebasket sits on the right of the desk, overflowing with crumpled papers. There's a Daring Do poster on the wall, and another poster with the words blurred out. There's a window above the desk with a grassy hill and a small tree that look as though they were drawn in crayon. They, like the desk, are colored, but with less saturation. The view alone is an odd one for a cloud house, especially since it seems approximately level with the building. The only other furniture in the room is the bed, sitting on the far right. There's a book or two left carelessly on the sheet, and though it's an otherwise normal bed, the pillow is made of cloud.
The door to the room stands slightly ajar, and is also strangely wooden.
Fox looked around and sighed. It was becoming more and more apparant that something unusual was going on, to say the least. The thouight occured to her that there was something to the room, assuming it was or had been Quill's bedroom.
She glanced at the Daring Do poster and laughed, realising that Quill was more of a kindred spirit than she had enticipated. Looking under the bed, Fox started collecting the peices of paper off the floor and putting them on the bed then walked over to the bin. She pulled the pieces of paper out of the bin and put them on another pile on the bed before she picked up the paper on the desk and walked over and sat on the bed.
Guessing that going though massive amounts of seemingly random information was something she was udeally suited to, Fox started looking at the sheets from the desktop.
The paper on top, like all the others on the desk, is scrawled over in blue ink. This one, however, has only been half-written, and the words leave off in the middle of a sentence. The writing is a little messy, but decipherable. It says:
clearing. In front of her stood her friend, Midnight Cross, with his back turned to her. Grinding her teeth, the unicorn released a fire spell in his direction, though at the last second she jerked her head to the side, missing him completely. She couldn't just off him, no questions asked.
As the spell went off, Cross jerked around, startled. Behind him, the brush began to burn, but at this point he was focused on his pale friend.
"What are you doing?!" He cried, stepping closer to her. She glared at him.
"I thought you were my friend!" The unicorn seethed with anger.
"What are you talking about? Of course I'm your friend." Cross was thoroughly confused now.
"The prophet told me
The words end there, with a small splat of ink beside the last one. Most of the writing on the other pages is fuzzy at best, with only a few phrases standing out clearly. One of the clear passages mentions a castle with a river flowing behind it. The others are simply witty dialogue.
Fox smiled as she pondered the information she had gathered. She had a feeling that things were starting to make a little more sense now that she had read the sheets. She got off the bed and walked to the window before turning to the door.
The thought crossed her mind that she might be missing something, the whole experience was so surreal that she couldn't be completely sure. The note she had read was obviously what the scene with the two ponies in the clearing had been but the fact that it had continued past the end of the note meant something but she was unsure what.
She winced as something occured to her. "What the deuce, what Prophet". Cursing herself for not putting two-and-two together she realised what she needed to do. "I've got to see a Prophet and find a castle near a wizard".
Feeling a little more buoyed by the fact that she at least had something resembling a plan, Fox walked to the door and opened it.
Directly in front of the door is a stairway, made of clouds like the walls and floor. At the bottom is what appears to be a living room, with a couch in view from where the unicorn stands. The rest of the room is obscured. Looking left and right, one would see a hall stretching across the house, but no more doors. The only way is down.
There are voices audible in the house, and though they sound like a mare and a stallion, they don't sound like the characters from Quill's story. In fact, they aren't familiar at all to Fox Fire, which isn't surprising considering this isn't her home.
On the walls beside the stairs, there are a few pictures. One is obviously of Quill, though she looks none too happy. Another is of two foals, a filly and a colt, smiling widely as the older colt embraces his younger sister. The filly is also clearly Quill, though some dirt is smudged on her fur. The other foal, however, is unknown to the unicorn. He has a grey-green coat and dark grey hair like the main color of Quill's mane. His eyes are squeezed shut in a grin that only a foal could pull off. He could be the writer's brother, or he could simply be a foalhood friend.
The third picture is of two more strange ponies. The stallion has a green coat, and his mane is half light blue, half light grey. The mare's fur matches Quill's, and her mane is that same dark grey, with two stripes of red. It's obvious at this point that these are family portraits, though for some reason the parents look rather stern.
Fox grinned as she looked at the pictures. It was becoming more and more apparent that she knew little or nothing about Quill, which was unsurprising. She spent so much time alone with her books that her inter-personal skills were a little lacking.
Noting that Quill was a cutie when she was a foal Fox rubbed her muzzle with her foreleg as she wondered why, if the colt in the picture with the young Quill was her brother, he was not in the picture of the older Quill. Fox had problems at times with her family (the habit of dropping off her youngest sister Misty at her house for foalsitting duries being the latest bone of contention) she suspected that things might be worse between Quill and her family.
Deciding that if or when she got Quill out of her dreamscape she would have to have a chat with Quill Fox walked in the direction of the voices.
At the bottom of the stairs, it becomes apparent that the room is indeed a living toom. A couch sits against one wall, with a coffee table placed in front of it. Both are made of cloud. On a small table beside the couch sits an alarm clock. On the walls are several more pictures of Quill, the colt, and the parents. There are three diamond-shaped windows to the left, though nothing is visible through the dull red fog outside them.
The voices have quieted, but there is only one doorway in the room. Though there is space for it, there is no door in the frame. For some reason, the idea of entering the next room inspires a bad feeling.
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Fox glanced around as she tried to work out what was going on. She had a bad feelingthings were only going to get worse before they got better. Her hackles rising at the idea, Fox sighed as she realised that chances were that she would have to work out a way to get through the non-door to make any progress.
She trotted over to the doorway and frowned before reachin out to try and push it open. "Here goes nothing".
The doorway is easy to pass through and Fox Fire finds herself in a kitchen. The features of the room are average for a Cloudsdale house, with much of it being built from clouds. At the table are two ponies, both adults. They can be recognized as the parents from the family pictures, wearing the same stern face. They both look up as the unicorn enters the room, staring for a moment before the stallion clears his throat and stands up.
"Quill, we need to speak with you." He pauses for a moment. "It's about this...hobby of yours." His voice is loud, louder than is warranted by his words. It almost sounds like a shout, but not quite.
"You need to stop, immediately. It's frivolous and wasteful!" His stern expression has become angry. The mare, his wife, places a hand on his shoulder and takes her turn to speak to the unicorn, not seeming to realize that it isn't their daughter standing in front of them.
"What your father means to say is...Quill, you know we love you very much. And we want you to be happy, we really do. But...we think you need to focus on your studies more. It's for the best, sweetie." Her voice is strange, sounding more like several voices. It's quiet, sounding like a whisper, or many whispers. Some of the quieter ones say different things, much different than what the main levels say. "You're wasting time," and "You're a disappointment" are some phrases that can be picked out of the many layers.
"Don't sugar-coat it, Flier. Quill, you need to stop this writing nonsense. Otherwise, you'll have to find someplace else to live."
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