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// Prologue 
// Story: No Words to Describe 
// by Mistycaa 
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Once upon a time...
In an enchanted kingdom of Equestria...



There was a great city in the heart of this wonderful kingdom of color and magic. A place full of artisans, magicians and sorcerers enchanted; artists from all corners, and very famous figures every square meter on the streets. It was a long point traversed by walkers this realm because of trade, knowledge and the glamorous dreams. The Moon, grand and attractive as your Master - Princess, rising high and solemn a livid glow of silver, polished the roofs of the buildings glowed in various pale shades: red flushed by tiles of small houses; purplish - gold through the roof of the high towers of the castle, and in light lucid by the smooth walls and overhanging walls and huddled the city and the inhabitants in their homes.


This citadel was desired Canterlot. One only of the numerous and valuable cities in Equestria. Among cities, towns and villages had, whether small or large, but much loved by every citizen thereof.
Citizens, small but very bold, occupied the homes and shops of wide streets of this citadel. These creatures can be quite unusual or surprising that may exist in such a place, so like many known or ever told many stories out of other literary works written kingdoms. Not to be fooled by these murky appearances inhabitants; stories of adventures can be experienced, friendships can be gained and loves can be dreamed and desired. They live and have a life as anyone.


The most interesting of these beings is that their strongest feelings may, in addition to being their main strength is also its greatest weakness. Their decisions by choosing your emotions, and your sudden reactions when highlighted in their acts, affect everypony and everything around her , giving space for possibilities and not expected by them before and they destinations . Negative feelings are evil spirits in this world, when used in intensive, can corrupt it and bring ruin to others, innocent of their selfish acts, and also for yourself, with your proud and selfish choices.


Dark colored dots and walked the night streets of the city. These points you could see flares opaque light, illuminating their paths obscured by night. Strangely , these points of light that are carried with them more than one color ; had various red tones, moss - green , yellow daisy - tones ; randomly tingling. But most importantly, they were laughing, talking among themselves. They were happy and humorous, so it should always be.


And why should not they be? They are surrounded by the best of the best and the beautiful of the beautiful. The Central Square, located next to the trading point of the city, had a beautiful wildlife park. Lived there several types of birds, rabbits sleeping in their burrows below the ground, and turtles were bathing in the shallow edge of the lake.


The lake. Huge crystal clear pool amid the vivid emerald green with ducks, geese and swans, pale and shining like stars. Submerged, swam several different types of fish and other aquatic familiar creatures. The place was beautiful, both day and night. The flickering satellite image of Princess reflected on the still surface of the lake, along with opaque shadow in his heavenly white dots. The real and virtual image of the lake is regarded as a mirror, a beautiful and lucid admiration between them.


Princesses Celestia and Luna together in his Silver Castle, formed the centerpiece of Canterlot. His glamorous Castle outside the gray gloomy night but still shone firmly by Silver Moon. Princess Celestia is the great sovereign of the kingdom of Equestria for over a thousand years, from the dark times incessant in chaos, disharmony, jealousy and longing for unlimited power. His task was to its inhabitants, as well as cares for and protect his subjects from terrible threats account their population, raise and lower the sun to bring and carry the day, and make room for the night. Princess Luna, younger sister of Celestia is also the great sovereign of the kingdom, but after Celestia. His task was the same as that of your ã, but instead of the sun, she controlled the movements of the moon, rising and descending at night to carry and bring the day of Celestia.


Princess Luna, more than a thousand years ago, had been corrupted by envy and jealousy of sunny and pleasant days of his older sister, his subjects, whom she loved and respected, most respected and admired the achievements of Celestia. They played, ran, jumped, sold, bought the entire day. But with the coming of night, no matter the brightest moon or the dark starry sky more ponies slept in their homes, without even look their precious natural work and admire. 


But that time has passed, Princess Luna is back with his beloved older subjects and his precious sister. Jealousy is no more in his heart, but other feelings still lingered.
Large and luxurious homes are naturally the first of the main street, lit by lamps queued, and these same houses form the beginning of an expansive urban corridor, called by the locals off this street "Avenue of the Famous".


And the first presented with a house in the middle of this stuff and important figures of famous street was, of course, Octavia.
Despite its splendorous musical fame, Octavia lived modestly in a house with only two floors and a simple but spotless, domestic garden. Perfectly organized geometrically cut flowers and bushes give grace and a feeling more than just appeared. In the garden, there were some poppyes, a row of roses and tulips, and a special corner only for the daisies. Little fireflies danced lightly around your flowers.


At the front gate, ornamented with bars and bars of black and undulating iron, there were three significant mailboxes. Thanks to a small lamp hanging near the door and at the top, you can read what was written in these boxes and watch your content: The first was complete and forever full of letters, it was written "Fans ". In the second box was written "Income"; was not technically full, but a stack of several letters disgusted lived inside him. And the third mailbox was the longest and most important of the three title: "Family / Friends". And was empty.

Wait... "empty"? But why would it be empty?

There was a noise.