A/N: Hi again! I have recently hit a major brainstorm, and there will be more in store for you all. With that in mind, I will begin chapter 3.

I have recently began my new story. When I complete it, I will begin posting it. I really do hope you like it. With about, er, 4 reviews, I will reveal about 3 characters that will be in it. Until then, ONWARDS!

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Me dating Twilight? That is the dream of a lot of stallions, but not me. I think. Don't get me wrong, Princess Twilight is majestic and brillaint, but she is not for me. Leave it to the one dragon to turn a normal breakfast to an awkward situation.

I found a nice bench next to a flowing river. Perfect. I cracked open my book and began to read. I would love to meet the mare responsible for the Daring Do saga. I think Rainbow Dash met her. How do I know that? Well, I just happen to be reading the book with her as a companion. I guess meeting your hero is a good thing. No way am I going to meet my favorite alicorn.

Which reminds me, I wonder where I could find an accurate history book.

"HI MISTER!"

I jumped high into the air. The book, thank Celestia, landed safe on a patch of grass. I looked over and noticed 3 fillies with capes. One was orange with a purple mane, another was white with a striped mane, and the other was golden with a red mane. They looked cute.

The orange one looked at me funny. "Was that a Daring Do book?"

I nodded. "Why do you ask?"

The orange one grinned. "Because you are reading about the most awesome, spectacular, and coolest pegasus ever in the history of Equestria!" she cheered.

"I do agree. Daring Do is the coo-"

"NO! Rainbow Dash! The coolest, most awesome, and fastest flyer in Equestria!"

My head hung low. "I take it you're a fan of Miss Dash?"

The filly hung her head. "You don't know Rainbow Dash?"

"Not my fault. I only heard that she met Daring Do. I'm not a penpal to Rainbow!"

The white filly stepped in. "I'm sorry. Scootaloo gets like that when she realizes somepony doesn't know Rainbow. You must be new," she said.

"Do I really stand out?" I asked.

The golden filly nodded. "Ah'm sure ya got a party from Pinkie Pie, right?"

I shook my head. "Not yet. I think when she realizes that my home is finally mine, she will be the first to be in my home," I said.

The three fillies chuckled. "Same thing happened when Twilight came to town. First night, Pinkie invited everypony in Ponyville over for a 'Welcome to Ponyville' party. She should've planned something by now," the white one said.

I nodded. "I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced. I'm Scribe."

"I'm Scootaloo!"

"The name's Sweetie Belle," the unicorn said.

"My name's Apple Bloom, nice to meet ya," the gold one said.

"AND WE ARE THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!" they all shouted.

I think I lost all feeling in my ears. "Um, Cutie Mark Crusaders?"

"Yes! The Cutie Mark Crusaders. We're on a mission-"

"-To find our cutie marks!"

"And nopony is gonna stop us from gettin' what's ours!"

I chuckled. "You three sound like me when I was a filly," I said.

All three eyes widened. "Ya do?" Apple Bloom said.

"Oh yes. I remember when I wanted my cutie mark so badly. I had to travel all across Equestria, and it took years. I almost thought I was never going to get mine."

Scootaloo jumped up on my bench. "Well, what did ya do?"

"Did you try skydiving?"

"Or balloon riding?"

"Or tight rope climbing?"

I laughed. "Oh no. I knew my limits. I didn't wanna try taming a lion or learn how to fall from Cloudsdale correctly. I did try everything. I was about to give up until I hit a major discovery."

Sweetie Belle looked at my cutie mark. "You wrote something?"

I nodded. "At first, I never liked writing. I thought that was for nerds or big brained ponies. One night, I was asleep. Suddenly, something exploded in my head. An idea I had to get on paper. I grabbed my quill and ink, and spent a whole night writing. I nearly ran out of ink and I lost a full night of sleep, but in the end, it was worth it. I had something to be proud of."

My heart was racing as I told them what happened. I guess talking about the time you discover yourself is something you can't get over, no matter how much you try. "That next day, I read my school masterpiece. I got a roaring ovation from my peers and that's when it happened. This scroll and quill appeared, telling me that this is what I'm meant to do. Write stories and create works of written art!"

Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom 'wow'd' while Scootaloo smirked. "So you're an egghead?"

I smiled. "Eggheads get all the fun. Unfortunately things haven't been going well. None of my books have actually gotten off the ground. Well, there was a small amount of succeess, but my masterpiece hasn't been written yet."

Sweetie Belle looked up at me. "You sound like my sister. Say, are you really the author Scribe?"

I nodded. "Author of Ghost of Canterlot High?"

I nodded again. Suddenly Sweetie Belle lit up like a Heart's Warming Tree. "Sweet Celestia! I gotta take you to my sister!"

The hairs on the back of my neck suddenly rose up. "Um, whaaaaaa-?"

The thre fillies somehow picked me up, and ran across Ponyville. How they were doing this, I'll never know. I noticed some ponies glanced my way, and made no effort to try and stop these three. Oh boy was I in for whatever was coming my way.

I glanced up, and realized where I was going. It looked like a circus tent, but fashioned to look like a home. I looked at mailbox and quickly read the name 'Rarity'.

The three fillies threw up the door, and shouted. "RARITY! WE GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU!"

At least they didn't stick a bowtie on me and shove a rose in my mouth. They dropped me on the ground and shut the door behind them. These fillies were probably hoping for a cutie mark in foalnapping. I wonder how that looks...

There came a gasp. "Sweetie Belle! I know that when I said business was slow, but forcing customers into my Boutique is something not worth the service!"

I looked over. Standing in front of me was a white unicorn with sky blue eyes. Her lavender mane was twirled in ways I've never seen before, and I lived in the fashion captial of the world for half of my life. Drapped over her neck was measuring tape. Dressmaker probably.

She was glaring past me. I looked over, and noticed the three fillies hiding behind me. I think Sweetie Belle was in for a serious talk. But really, business is slow? In a town of ponies who hardly wear clothes? I guess in Ponyville, anything is possible. Rarity looked up at me. "I am dreadfully sorry about my sister and her friends. I was ranting the other day about how there is hardly any business this past week," she said.

Lovely accent, I can say that. She must be a Canterlot citizen as well. "Um, no problem. I was caught off guard. I mention that I write one book and she thinks bringing an author in here is a good idea. It's happened before," I said.

Appleloosa, first month. I got foalnapped by two mares who begged me to sign their collection of books. Almost all of those books weren't even mine to begin with. It was a strange day indeed. "Excuse me, but you are an author?"

I shrugged. "Starting. I recently launched a new book that really hasn't turned a profit. None of my books do apparently," I said.

She moved closer to me. "What books have you written?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Um, Ghost of Canterlot High, Demons of Tartarus, and The Lone Star's Descent, why?"

Her eyes widened. A huge grin appeared on her face. "You're SCRIBE! THE AUTHOR OF MY FAVORITE BOOKS!"

Oh dear.

A/N: I hope you like this chapter. I know the format looks wonky, but I'm trying out an alternative to Word. I never thought one existed. Hopefully the next chapter will look a bit different. Remember to Favorite, Follow, or Review to show support. Also, be on the lookout, if I decide to end this chronicle soon, the next story will be available, hopefully, immediately. Still got some bugs to work out. Have a great day, or night! Keep Calm and Flutter On!

-Sir Scribe