A/N: Not a single review. This isn't the first time I haven't gotten a review for a chapter, but c'mon! *sigh* I might as well put in another chapter in here. I think there are some fans of this fic. Once again, I know how much you want something completely different, and I promise that something is headed your way soon, but I really do want this story to be first on my page. I have been testing out an alternative mode of uploading since my computer doesn't have Microsoft Word, so the updates may look a bit weird. I promise you, I am trying my absolute best.

The ideas for pony fics are still coming, so I may have plenty of stories on my profile. If I do, then you know that I have been busy trying to work all the bugs out. I am releasing the title of my upcoming Fanfic right here, right now. The title of the next fic is called Dark Vengeance. I owe the inspiration of the new fic to Tiarawhy after watching My Little Pony: Friendship WAS Magic. This was impossible to ignore. I hope you will like it. If you haven't checked out that video, I do suggest it. It was brilliantly made. Well done work.

Onwards then! I do not own MLP:FiM. All rights go to Hasbro and Lauren Faust. Her work on this was brilliant! I also owe this to my friends who may or may not be reading this, they got me into the show. Well, they suggested I watched it and I did, soooo. Haha, thanks guys!

ONWARDS AND UPWARDS!

I backed up against the wall in fear. I've met some fans of my books, and they are crazy. I guess I made Demons of Tartarus too well for mares. Love stories were new to experiment with at the time, and nopony bothered to tell me that it was a bad idea? Well, I'm sure somepony did try to warn me. Oh well, I blame my determination.

Rarity was smiling beyond the natural limit. "I've read all your books. What you did to Crystal Marigold and Prince Braveheart was just heartbreaking! I loved it! The passion! The drama! The adventure, which I didn't really care about-"

Thanks. "It was all just splendid! And Ghost of Canterlot High was divine! Is it true you based it on your personal experience in the school?" she asked.

I nodded. During my time in Canterlot High, I felt alone. I had a hard time making friends, and I found myself only working on my written works. It wasn't until after I left when I realized that being alone helped me think better. I wrote that book so I could connect with the ponies who weren't socially active and show them that great things can happen when you have time to think. "You have to tell me what is Marigold's fate! I got so upset at the end when it ended at a cliffhanger."

I sighed. "Well I can't. I threw away the draft I was working on. Creating a sequel to Demons of Tartarus proved to be impossible. I guess the world will never kno-"

"You can tell me," she said. She batted her eyes at me.

I gulped nervously. "Make it up for me. Tell me what happens to Marigold. I MUST know!"

I really do want to make up an ending for Rarity, but my mind was drawing a total blank. Normally, coming up with an ending was easy since it was easy to begin it. "Um, uh. Oh! As Marigold is tumbling down Tartarus, she looks up to see Prince Braveheart peering down the cavern. Braveheart summons whatever courage he has left, and jumps in after her. He knows that if they can't be together in the world, they would have to be together under it. He catches up to Marigold, and finally confesses his love for her. Loud enough for anyone to hear. As they embrace, a bright light envelops them both as they are taken up to the real world above.

"The king and queen finally realize that their son really does love Marigold, and finally bestows their blessing to their marriage," I finished.

Rarity was smiling and, at some point in the ending, grabbed a tissue box. "Bravo! Simply bravo! Oh those two do deserve life together. Oh how I wish that were to happen in reality," she said.

"Why couldn't it?"

Her eyes turned from happiness to anger. "That retched Prince BLUEBLOOD!"

She quickly turned, and fired a beam of magic at a mannequin. The mannequin didn't stand a chance against Rarity. "Blueblood?"

His name re-ignited her anger. "He was no Gentlecolt! In fact, he was the worst royal I have ever had the displeasure of meeting!"

I chuckled. "I've heard. From time to time, I would see Celestia strolling through Canterlot and grumbling about him," I said.

She looked up at me. "You've seen the Princess in Canterlot? Like, walking through the streets?"

I nodded. "She likes to roam around whatever town she goes to in disguise. A fake mustache doesn't always work on me, but fools everypony else."

Rarity chuckled. I'm guessing she could be imagining Princess Celestia with a fake mustache. I couldn't believe it myself at the time. "I'm sure every princess needs a day off from the castle," she said.

"Everypony needs a break every once in a while."

She nodded. "If it is not too much trouble, how about I make you something? For your first day in Ponyville."

I smiled. I've heard that Rarity bears the Element of Generosity. I guess she is perfect to bear that Element. "Sure. I'll gladly pay for it," I said.

She shook her head. "Consider it a 'Welcome to Ponyville' gift."

I nodded. She motioned me to follow her into her fitting room.

"Annnnd done! Ok, are you ready?" she asked.

I nodded. "Turn around, and say hello to the new Scribe!"

I turned to the mirrors. She redid my mane, which featured a blue stripe going toward my right ear. I was wearing a blue vest with a white shirt underneath. Around my neck was a black tie, which looked pretty good. "Well, what do you think?" Rarity asked.

I smiled. "I love it. I didn't know a blue stripe in my mane would look so good," I said.

Rarity nodded. "I took the liberty to have your glasses tightened and cleaned, so they should feel better on you. Also, there is something in your right front pocket."

I reached into it. It was a quill. A golden quill. "Thank you very much. I can't wait to begin writing with this," I said.

She nodded, and hugged me. At least she didn't tie me up and hold me hostage while I write specifically for her. Almost happened to me in Manehattan. I looked over and saw a coil of rope. "Um, Rarity?"

"Yes?"

"Two questions. One, why is there rope over there?"

I felt her smile. "Just something I keep on some of my fabrics. I had to move it so I could design your vest," she said.

"Ok, next question. Why is your hoof inching closer to my flank?"

Her hoof immediately withdrew. She backed away, completely red with embarrassment. "I am terribly sorry. I guess I got caught up in the hug. Never had an author come to my shop, and I've never designed for said author while he is in here," she sputtered.

I nodded. I wonder if magic can unlock doors. "Well, anyway, thank you once again for the clothes. I will wear them proudly," I said.

Rarity nodded. "And thank you for coming to Ponyville. Come again soon?"

I nodded. I walked past her, but not without leaving behind a small bag of bits on the table. I walked out of the shop, and heard her squeal. Yeah, I think she found it.

After a long day of walking and looking for work, I decided to return to the library. Twilight wasn't back from whatever the princess assigned her to do, so it was me and Spike tonight. We played with a rubber ball he got for his birthday (Not the one when he turned into a rampaging dragon) and spent the night playing other games. He's cool though.

After a few hours, he went to sleep, but I stayed away for the night. I found myself going through the library searching for a decent history book. After a while, I found what I was looking for. With the book in front of me and a clean roll of parchment, I began taking notes from the first chapter. It was Alicorns V. The Draconquus.

A/N: Well then, that's the end of chapter 4. Please remember to leave a review, or a PM, to show support. Have a great day, or night. Keep Calm and Flutter On!

-Sir Scribe

p.s. I may upload Dark Vengeance in a little while. Might as well post an actual fanfic instead of a 'Hey, check out my OC!' fic. Anyway, hope you at least liked this chapter. Peace out