There was a mare in Ponyville named Twilight. She lived in a palace, and knew her neighbors, and loved her friends. She was steadfast and faithful, no longer a student but a mare in her own right and a princess beside.
And she slept soundly most nights.
One night, she wrote a letter and sent it to Canterlot by Spike’s fire. It was a short letter, formal and written with care.
That night, she had the most beautiful dreams. Ones that a pony almost would not wish to wake from, but she did. And she was happy, because something felt whole about them.
Something felt mended about the one who made them as well, she thought. She hoped. She hoped many things, and had faith in many things.
One of the things that Twilight put her hope in was a princess named Luna, and she was not disappointed.