Two Weeks Later...
With another trio of sprays from the bottle of window cleaner, Sunny began to gently wipe the cleaning solution across the top glass panel of the still-empty Guardian wing's fourth oak and glass display case. It streaked at first, but after about thirty seconds of rubbing it in, it looked absolutely crystal clear. With that done, she set the cleaner aside, and grabbed the wood polish, dousing a fresh rag with it, and slowly made her way around the wooden beams and supports.
There was nothing in here except for the lighting and empty cases so far, and to be honest, they weren't entirely sure how or even if they were going to use these so far. CanterLogic hadn't gotten back to them yet about a projection method for the castle gems, and for all she knew, they could be utilizing their own display cases to speed up development.
She knew she would have to find places to put all of her dad's collection, most of which thankfully survived Sprout's assault on the lighthouse. But she knew she wanted the gems to be the centerpiece of this wing, so she'd have to figure out how they would be getting displayed first. So for now, and every day for the past two weeks, she was happy to go over every inch of this empty wing and clean to her heart's content, so when the time came to begin sorting and organizing, she would be absolutely ready.
"Miss Starscout!" She heard Mystic Cinnamon call as he came in from the center hall. "Ah, there you are. You have a visitor waiting at the front desk. Sheesh, you're going to put my custodian out of work."
Bundling up the rag and tossing it on the floor next to the bottle of polish, Sunny got to her hooves and sauntered out into the center hall, where a bit more progress was being made with donations and relics from more recent years, or just as old, but not directly related to the Guardians of Harmony.
She came to the front of the building, out of the center wing and saw the front admissions desk, where a familiar face was standing and waiting patiently.
"Alphabittle! How have you been?" She enthusiastically greeted the Bridlewood tavern owner. The stout unicorn stallion likewise gave her a warm smile.
"As well as I can be. It's great to see you, Sunny. I've been spreading the word about your museum, specifically the wing you've been put in charge of, and I've got a donation for you. I considered it important enough to not trust with ordinary mail."
Sunny nodded in understanding. Nationwide courier service was still in the very early stages, and delays and mis-handlings were common. It was mostly the reason deliveries to the museum were taking as long as it was, as museum curators were relying instead on independent couriers, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
"That's amazing! What do you have?" She asked.
Alphabittle ducked behind his side of the desk, and it sounded like he was unlatching a chest. He came back up with a rectangular item that was wrapped in several pieces of cloth, and set it gently on the desk.
"Who do we have in Bridlewood to thank for this?" She asked, as she slowly began to unwrap the pieces of cloth.
"Gloomy Sonnet. She was the poet in my tavern that called out our dance rounds during our little competition. She credits her great grandfather, who was very adamant about keeping his family collectibles in mint condition." The stallion replied.
Sunny smirked up at him.
"I'm totally down for a rematch one of these days." She said. He returned the smirk.
Her eyes widened as the final piece of cloth was pulled away, and she stared down at the semi-transparent vacuum-sealed bag, looking positively ancient all on its own, never mind the dark purple hardcover-bound book contained inside it.
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the six-pointed amethyst star on the front, surrounded by a horseshoe patterned with five other gems.
She slowly raised her head to look up at Alphabittle, her mouth having dropped open in absolute shock.
"I'm assuming that you have a little bit more of an idea of what we've got here." Alphabittle replied, taking in her expression.
With hooves moving like lightning, Sunny dug into her saddlebag and came out with her smartphone, swiping through the lock screen and hitting the speed dial, putting the phone to her ear.
"Hello, Phyllis? It's Sunny. No, no I'm not calling about the projectors, I know these things take time. We need a clean room and a high-resolution camera as soon as absolutely possible. Can you make that happen?"
The unicorn stallion noticed the earth mare was nearly quivering as she listened in to the other side of the line.
"Really? Amazing. We'll be right there."
Sunny tapped the end call button and dropped her phone back into her saddlebag.
"Mystic! I'm headed out! Don't expect me back today!" She yelled back into the center wing, before turning back to Alphabittle.
"Come on, wrap that thing back up and let's go."
The Journal!!!
What's in the
boxbook?Wow, how did that survive? If FiM was ancient history then that means that it is probably at least 1,500 years between the two settings if not far longer and the oldest surviving fully intact printed book is a little over 1,300 years old.
On the plus side, Sunny will finally have context for at least a good many of the gems.
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This idea popped in my mind when I remembered one of the books Twilight signed was immediately placed in a collector bag as a "keepsake".
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Heyyyy, I forgot about that. Nice memory.
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I'm an introvert with too much time on my hands. What can I say?
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Up to season 7 of FIM
Holy mackerel. This, is, again, a great chapter and I appreciate you going to all this effort. Again, the exchanges, characterizations and future chapter set-up are all quite well done. Definitely like the care Sunny is showing with the new museum wing as well as the reflection on most of her dad's old souvenirs surviving Sprout's attack on the lighthouse. Also appreciated Alphabittle finding and donating Twilight's old journal from one of the Bridlewood poets.
Definitely looking forward to more of this.
Oh my gosh wow that's the Journal of friendship that's really cool they found it and that was awesome for Alphabittle to give it to sunny and she got so excited when she saw that I wonder what else was I going to find in that book
What she holds is the greatest treasure of all.
The friendship Journal!
Journal alert!
Looks like they got a surviving copy of the journal.
oh dear god, this is good but this is bad as well as you know there have been so many misunderstandings.
here are a few explant of this
-misunderstanding of books of mid-day sleeping as humans used to have 4 hours sleep 1 hour to eat or restroom things and 4 hours back
-misunderstanding of the context of things that was once everyday now seen as brutal
-misunderstanding of eating habits
-misunderstanding of how the local governments work
and so many others in history where we mistook things at the face vulue
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that have happen in history.
where no joke when a monk was looking in the temple library found a hidden room of a single book of the person of the 1st (or was it the 3rd?) Crusader
btw am not saying it will happen here but it be werid to see them see apples was the main diet of ponyville even tho they eat many deffent foods
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What are you talking about?
1. What do books on how human sleep patterns used to work have to do with pony history or the story so far?
2. When have there been, in FIM, things that are normal, but shown to be 'brutal' in G5?
3. What 'eating habits' in FIM might appear in the Friendship Journal, that could be misunderstood? Besides Pinkie and Discord of course.
4. What kind of misunderstandings are you talking about? The only 'local government' whose habits/inner workings may garner misunderstandings is so far gone that its national heroes are only remembered as fairy tales. What you seem to be referring to is international political misunderstandings, which may not even be explained in detail, as this is the Friendship Journal they found, which details the adventures they had together, not a detailed account of ancient Equestrian politics.
At any rate, they have no information on who the ponies of the time were, how they lived, what relationships they had with other nations, nothing that could be cleanly misunderstood without some serious jumps to conclusions.
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ok, maybe i didn't make it clear but it is cool and weird to see things from their eyes to what we know really happened.
for one the running of the leaves for start. now we the people outside and see this happen to know they did this to make the trees get ready for the winter and make the leaves fall to the ground, but to them, they could see it as just a race because they leave in a world that never need to do that and thought it is a holiday thing where people would go for a good race to keep up their good health after harvest season have ended
A Mint Copy of the Friendship Journal!!! Jackpot, now tons of those memory Gems will have context!
woah woah, hang on, that is Twlight's Friendship Diary, :D
In terms of our own world, the finding of a mint copy of the journal of Friendship would be the equivalent of finding a mint copy of the dead sea scrolls or a new Rosetta Stone, it changes the entire context of archeology.
Also, love the detail of the security measures needed for preservation. Nowadays, the most valuable written artefacts are kept in nitrogen sealed and low light cases, to preserve them for as long as possible, as even light is enough to degrade paper that is hundreds of years old.
Yo that pony from the cafe found the Journal of friendship that is huge man
YO THAT WAS AN EPIC TWIST
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And possibly the bag had magic to it for however many centuries it was before things went bad.
End quotation marks?
Now I'm nitpicking...
Well I'll be damned,