I WOKE UP to the sound of my alarm clock. I got up with a jolt. I remembered having a dream. The same one but I just can't remember. But I felt like somepony had grabbed my arm and screamed at me. Screaming at me but with no words. I try to remember what had happened but it all was just haze. Suddenly, a familiar voice called.
"Twi, get up! The Raising Of The Sun Festival has come and I don't want to miss it!"Spike whined. I sighed. I got up and had my breakfast. Spike tilted his head to the side.
"Something wrong?"he asks. I look up and realised that I had been poking at my food the entire time. I drop the fork. I murmur a mutter of apology.
I go up to my room and sigh. It was another boring day. I picked up my pillow. Something caught my attention. A piece of paper. It was just like all of its brethen. All white with some markings. I read its contents. My eyes widened. IT told me. It confirmed all of my suspicions with three words: Words Have Meaning.
Putting down the paper, I ran out to the library. I needed answers and I need it. Now