It was a lazy morning, the birds could be heard outside just over the slightly gentle racket of the regular ponies going about their lives. The room was rather simple but very homely; a dresser and mirror of course as well as a closet, a humble bed with a lump in the center. The room was, as I said simple but the one thing that was of note inside the entire room was the large inset book shelf full of dozens, upon dozens of books. The bump in the sheets stirred as the sing-song tunes of chatter and birds drifted in, soon the bulge sat up to reveal a pony of a golden complexion and rather odd hair, though rainbow the colors didn't run vertically yet horizontally and slowly blended from one to another. Getting out of the bed he went through his daily activities and went to the door on the first floor of his humble home. "And now the average day begins." He mused to himself before slipping out the door into the throng of Canterlot, capital of Equestria. Yet, it would not be a simple, ordinary day. Although the simple average pony would certainly have never gotten from his bed had he known.