//------------------------------// // Examining the Book: 3 // Story: Princess Trillicorn's Private Stash: Azrail's Daughter // by Ponyess //------------------------------// --- --- --- . Finally, a moment for what every Pony knew I love doing. Reading. Just me and my new book. Sometimes, the life as a Princess is hard, harsh; and sometimes the life as a Princess is good, enjoyable even.  This is the latter. As  Princess, I have duties. Boring, monumentally boring; but I have to do it, as the Princess of Friendship.  There is no escape, and no Pony I can delegate these duties onto. As the Librarian, I have other duties; now I am taking it quite literally, familiarizing myself with one of the new books.  I am rekindling a part of who I had always been.  How long it may last; but I will enjoying it for all it is worth, for as long as it may last. I trust in my assistant, Spike; even knowing, he can’t do everything for me.  Yet, he can still hold the fort; for a good while, unless something special comes up.  Something beyond his capability, or something specifically requiring my station as a Princess. I had grabbed the proffered book, right out of Spike’s hands; and trotted off, towards my Royal chambers.  The book, firmly in the grip of my magical aura; as I trot off towards my destination, the book eagerly waiting for me. As I finally do reach my Personal chamber, I reach out; opening the door, before I step into the room and promptly close the door behind me.  Quietly, but quite firmly; locking the door behind myself, before I can continue to the final destination. I finally do reach the reading pulpit, where I reverently deposit the treasure; before I plop down onto the comfortable cushion, placed before my reading pulpit.  I make myself comfortable, before I finally read the title of the book: "Azrail’s Daughter” and crack the book open, expectantly. With my new book opened, I flip pages and read the fine print as I continue towards the title page. “Azrail’s Daughter” I read the title, on the title page, as I scrutinize the chosen type face. A Chance Meeting: . What you don't know, easily fills the entire encyclopedia? It's true. That much I know, from experience. Since I can't even pick a recollection of my father. As if I never had a family. What I have, is what I have. If only I knew. Had I known, what would have happened. The day, is today. It's just outside the store. The store, where I use to buy my clothes. There is a girl to my right. Since it's warm, she wears but a bikini, as do I. One of the new once, that had been available, for just a week. What happened next, is that I place my hand on her shoulder. Nothing special about it, if yet unusual. I did not even think about it. Then it happened. --- --- --- . “Curious name, for a girl?” I ponder. “This girl kind of reminds me of Rarity..” I ponder; “Almost like that day she was Beautifying everything in town, just without that corrupting influence Rarity was suffering at the time!” I conclude. Through the Eyes of the Marked Girl: . I had just walked out the door; leaving the store, where I work. Only this time, I had been buying clothes. This very bikini I now wear.  I love it; it is both comfortable, and looks great on me. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder. What came next, is an utter surprise and a shock. "You have very smooth hands!” is what passed my lips. She does.  I can’t deny it; and somehow I love the feel of her hand, on my shoulder too.  I just could not help it. I can say nothing about that. Little did I know who she is. Or, how she was changing my life; in the very instant of placing her hand, on my shoulder. How could I have known? Can only imagine it is a mix of mine and her desired and thoughts? --- --- --- . “Now it is starting, to become interesting..” I ponder. Of course, I had enjoyed the book this far; given the new perspective on life, in the form of this girl.  Apparently the Daughter of Azrail.  Whomever he may be.  I have no idea; and apparently, neither does the girl. If the father’s identity is relevant to her plot; but it seems as if it had been a part of who she is, explaining what she is in some manner. While I have no idea, as to who the father is, the name struck a chord reminding me of a reference to somewhere else.  I just could not quite put a hoof onto where the reference is originating from, or who it is referring to.