Aqua-Bolt

    Octavia opened her eyes to find herself standing in a room that was immediately familiar. She was struck by how little had changed. From the countless assorted instruments lying scattered about to the heavy, sound-blocking curtains draping the walls to the blackboard covered in musical notation, every detail was exactly as it had been seventeen years ago, on her very first day of school. And there in the center of her old Manehattan music room sat a red colt struggling with a cello. Each of its strings was horribly out of tune and all the foal's efforts to fix them only succeeded in making them worse.   

    It was a dark and stormy night; the rain that rained from the heavens fell on my face and obscurified the single tear that fell from my eye. My reason to be - gone in an instant. I was so sad. I cried another single tear. Then, suddenly, from behind me came a familiar voice - a voice I couldn't believe was there but actually was!    "Reader Projection! I'm here for you!" it called. It wasn't. It couldn't be. I couldn't believe it. I turned around. It was! It could be!    "Oh, Unrealistic Fantasy! You're alive!" I called back ecstatically and joyfully. We rushed together into a passionate embrace, horns touching as we cried our thanks

Note: This is the original, barely edited version written with a two hour time limit. If you want to read a more polished version, please read it on fimfiction through the link in the description.     Octavia eyed the stereo system that sat untouched in her apartment. For a moment she considered throwing it out but immediately she dismissed the idea. It had been a gift from her brother, after all, and it wouldn't do to get rid of it. He's mocking me, Octavia thought with a sour look on her face. All the times I've told him how much I hate all the modern, overproduced garbage that sucks the soul out of music, and look what

Chapter 2 - Serf's Up    Blueblood awoke the next morning at dawn, approximately three hours after his uncouth roommate's loss of consciousness had given him the peace and quiet he needed to sleep. That was without a doubt the very worst night I've had to endure in eighteen years. Of all the intolerable-He sniffed. Feelings of fond nostalgia instantly replaced his grumpiness as he caught the unmistakable scent of blueberry muffins wafting through the air.    His curiosity piqued, Blueblood followed the smell downstairs to the bakery's kitchen where, to his shock, he discovered the pink earth pony already awake and hard at work. She did no

Author's note - This is a piece I wrote for the WTG week 8 set in the universe of my currently one chapter long fanfic The Prince Among Paupers, in which Princess Celestia sends Prince Blueblood to Ponyville for lesons in humility, friendship, and fiscal responsibility. Oh, and he lives with Pinkie Pie. I tried to write this specifically so that you don't have to know anything about it but the premise in order to understand it, though reading the first chapter prior to this would certainly help. A new day was dawning in Ponyville. The sun inched its way over the towering pines of the Everfree Forest and into a cloudless sky. Countless dewdr

Chapter 1 - Arrival     It was another magnificent summer day in Canterlot. The brilliant sun hung over the marble spires of the royal castle, bathing the city in light. Soon, its rays would strike the majestic waterfalls that tumbled down the mountain slopes, reflecting off of them in a dazzling light show. Though Celestia knew she could never hope to be the artist her sister was, she was quite proud of the display and looking upon it always gave her a feeling of calm contentment.     Today, however, she was confined to the dankest depths of the castle, haunch-deep in expense reports and