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// Letter to Detective Nova 
// Story: Something evil this way comes (Prologue) 
// by Al Capwned 
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Corporal Nova Wing,

We have been under a lot of stress from the war. The guard is now being required to make a report on all important occurrences for the ponies of Equestria so the hysteria can go down. This letter is an order to do this for us, and enclosed are a few pre-war documents that may help you complete this task. Completing this may not only give you a better shot at becoming the captain of the royal guard, but also assist the guard, and hence all of Equestria, to investigate and combat the nation's threats. We need these ponies to calm down so we can proceed.

Thank you,

Cpt. Shining Armor








I haven't been awake for 30 minutes when a package came to my cramped Canterlot home/detective office. I checked the door to see a large metal suitcase on my doorstep, the mail pegasus already flown away. I brought the mysterious box to my office and checked the note atop it.

I frankly am not surprised my uncle, the captain, said there where "a few" contents in this massive suitcase.

The thing was about half my height and it took all my strength to haul it up on my desk, let alone bring it into my office; the contents shifting about inside. If Uncle Shining was being serious in "a few", then I may have "a few" pre-war artifacts that may be PRICELESS. AND my work may be quick.

If not, then Celestia help me.

After setting the letter down, I just.... stared at the suitcase in front of me. I usually see these kinds of things in the hooves of the Equestrian Military, not the Royal Guard. But now that I think about it, what would the Guard have for their personal suitcase? They have variations of EVERYTHING for the different groups of the E.D.F these days. Guns, armor, vehicles, rank titles, everything.

After looking at the container for about a whole straight minute, I began to click the latches to open the box. The latches where off and my hooves were ready to pry the suitcase open, but I took a deep breath to brace myself for the contents inside. One big heave, and the suitcase was open.

Newspapers; magazines; audio cylinders; diary entries and diaries themselves, original and copies; the thing was stuffed with it all. 

I released my breath and took a good look at everything within the metal container. It was a lot to take in, and I had my work cut out for me.

"Well, no time like the present," I said while shuffling through the mess of documents.