Title: Episodes of StarSwirl the Beardless Author: MrAmosEBellum Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/xrvBaCi8 First Edit: Tuesday 9th of August 2016 03:32:59 AM CDT Last Edit: Tuesday 9th of August 2016 03:32:59 AM CDT  [Day 1] >Your name is Starswirl, you're an average mare training to be a wizard >Except you're not that average, and most other ponies would label you a, "magician." >Being of the female persuasion makes you exempt from having the title of wizard. >In fact, you shouldn't really be practicing magic at all. >But you... Shit! >A sudden shockwave ripples through your building, kicking dust into the air and throwing various items out of place... >...and very likely waking up your neighbors. >Hopefully they'll just pass it off as another ground tremor, but someday that won't pass.... >An angry series of pounds on your door brings you from your thoughts. >You go to open the door, but are quickly accosted by the sound of your roommate's voice >"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?"   >He's very charming.   >Be Anon. >You're in your bedroom, playing DOOM with your friends. >Everything about life is awesome as you munch on potato chips and pwn newbs. >You're perfectly content with staying here as long as possible... >Your perfect world would have to go, as it's taken away by a very audible explosion. >You quickly remember you don't live in that world anymore >This distresses you, but not as much as you are angry from being woken up. "What the fuck was that?" >You mumble to yourself as you slowly wake up. >You finally assume the strength to get up and go to exit your room. >Stomping down the otherwise quiet hallway brings you to the entryway of your host's - or rather, cotenant's - bedroom. >You slam on that door as hard as you can, and yell out your thoughts. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?" >Your own screams of anger knock some consciousness into you, and your brain starts to process the situation. >An enormous, ear-splitting, house-shaking explosion just came from your friend's room. >Shit. >The door opens, and you immediately embrace this colt that is your only friend.   >You finally manage to free the door lock, only to have the hairless ape you call a friend, throw himself at you and... >give you a hug? >"Shit, you're okay!" >He sounds genuinely concerned >You decide to accept the benevolent feelings for now >He's always a bit jumpy anyway >"What the hell were you doing in here?" >Most of the earlier emotion has left his voice, replaced now by concern. "I was attempting to perform a new spell I've been working on." >He lets go of you and raises an eyebrow. >"Oh? You haven't told me about any new spell." "Well, I've only been studying it for roughly an hour." "I got inspiration from a dream I had, and I got to work the second I awoke."   >After a short pause to process the information, he speaks up. >"That still doesn't tell me what the spell is for." >It's difficult to hold back your excitement as you divulge your endgame. "It's apparation magic!" >Seeing the dumbfounded look returning to his face, you reiterate. "Teleportation; going from point A to point B on a whim!" >Slightly embarrassed by your over-enthused squeals, you recompose yourself. >Your compadre, on the other hand, starts to share your attitude as the idea takes hold. >"That's really cool! Imagine all the stuff you could do with a power like that!" "Exactly! I'm think I'm fairly close to completing it, but there's still work to do..." >You've already lost him, however, as he fantasizes about your newest magic.   >It occurs to you now that you've neglected to obscure your gender in any way. >Thank Celestia it's a habit of yours to don a cloak whenever you practice. >It not only makes your efforts seem that much more possible; it's also quite comforting. >Plus, it has saved your ass more than once in the gender department. >More than it should, though; you have to be more careful than this. >Either way, Anon seems too distracted to notice anything out-of-place.   >After about a minute of rambling, Anon seems to be calming down. >"..cooler than the floating charm..." "I'm glad you're enjoying the spell. But remember it's not finished yet." >His expression and demeanor changes to that of a sad puppy. "But tomorrow we shall gather some trinkets to test it on!" >This appears to placate him for now >"Alright. But no more explosions tonight! You scared me half to death with the last one." >He adds jokingly, >"Plus, I need my beauty sleep." >With that he stumbles back down the hallway, already half-asleep. >He really stumps you sometimes.   >As you prepare to take the rest of your morning nap, you reflect on your experiment. >Honestly you shouldn't have tested it on yourself first. >The disparingly few articles you had on the subject all ended with the performer's untimely demise. >Although you have the problem figured out, the peril is still ever-present. >You shutter at the thought, but figure everything turned out fine. >Shouldn't forget to be cautious though. >You begin to close your eyes for sleep, knowing tomorrow will be a *very* full day.