"Oh, how I wish I could concentrate," sighed I, Starswirl the Bearded. From my laboratory in the Royal Canterlot Archives, it's extremely rare to see anypony for days. I got up from my seat, and trotted over to the kitchen. Except for my trusty assistant Clover the Clever. Unfortunate he isn't here this week . Taking out a kettle, I started to prepare some Camomile tea. Instead he was visiting family. I can never understand why ponies could feel so ... attached to other ponies. I pondered for a few moments "Something to ask Cadence," I mused to myself. The water finally boiled, and after some anxious waiting for the tea to infuse, I finally strained it. Ah, finally. It is time to relax and get my concentration back. I moved over to the kitchen table, in the corner of the small area we called a kitchen. I'll need it if I ever want to finalize the tempus porta spell. "I wonder why Clover called it that? It's not really a gateway, more of a vortex" I thought.
Just as I was about to take a sip of tea, I noticed something felt ...odd. Looking down, I saw the source of that feeling. "Oh for goodness sake! Why does this always happen when I try to drink - well - anything?" I angrily muttered. Why does my beard always tend to dip into beverages? It almost feels like a chore to keep it in check. Thinking in my mind "Exhaurire liquor tondenti barba", the tea disappeared from my beard: though something was off: Why does it feel as if part of my energy is gone; at least more than their should have been. Reviewing the spell, it finally clicked. Oh, I shouldn't have used an absolute. It should have said to drain some of the liquid; that way I could control it. "Well, at least it was a simple spell," I sighed, relieved. "If it was more powerful, it could have likely killed me; but no use dwelling on the past."
I pushed his beard down, picked up my cup, and -KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK - subsequently put it down. "Oh for the love of Celestia, who could that be?" I wondered. It was only three in the morning. "Hello, who's there?" I called out.
"We wish to speak to you: Sorcerer Starswirl," called (more like shouted) out a familiar sounding pony. Knowing exactly who that was, I opened the door.
"Ah, Princess Luna, what brings you by?" I questioned curious, while simultaneously bowing, "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"Why should we; It's 2 hours, 37 minutes past midnight; You know we are a 'Night Owl'.
"Ah yes, I had forgotten. Thinking about it, it seems fitting"
"Yes, it does; but the time for idle banter has passed. We must make haste; an anomaly in the throne room requires your attention" Luna said rather urgently.
"Again?" I remarked unfazed, "This happens every day practically; why should I care"
"Because, it's ripped a hole" she said, somewhat scared sounding.
"In what?" I inquired.
Luna sucked in a breath, released it, and finally replied "The Universe".