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// The library 
// Story: The story of Cloudbluff Mountain 
// by WhatamIsupposedtoputhere 
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Snow fell on the bustling city of Canterlot. Cheer was felt throughout the streets for today was a very special day, one that almost everypony had come to enjoy and love, Hearth's warming eve. Ponies always loved this time of year as it strengthens the bonds between themselves.

The fillies and foals rushed through the snow covered streets, eager to continue the tradition that they had started at least two years ago. The tradition was to cheer up the old librarian who spent most of her time in, where else, the library.

The librarians name was Dusk Ink, an avid reader and an accomlished writer of books who now spends her twilight years taking care of the library that was so dear to her father. That, however, is a story for a different time, for now she had company.

The door burst open, snow falling into the interior, along with all of the fillies and foals.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed Ink. "I'm terribly sorry, I forgot to lay out the salt on the path going to the door."

"Naw, it's okay." said one of the fillies with joy in her voice. "We had fun sliding on the ice."

"Speak for yourself." said a foal with a twinge of anger in hs voice. "You should be sorry!"

Suddenly, the room burst into argument over the foals last statement. Some of the children defended Ink while the others condemned her. They thought that something like that should have been taken care of as a main priority. As they argued, they got into disputes about which reasons for their opinions were the best reasons, turning into a shouting match. Unbeknownst to the children, Ink had exceptionable hearing, even in her old age, and this hearing told her that they should stop the fighting.

"How about we close the door before the fire gets put out." said Dusk Ink with a tiny amount of urgency in her voice. This immediatly shut the children up, who all had an embarassed expression on their faces as they help her close the doors.

The fillies and foals walked over to the fireplace and sat next to it, instanly warming up and filling with cheer once again. Ink set out some snacks for the fillies to enjoy as well as some hot cocoa, to help them warm up even more. Ink pushed a big armchair towards the fire, grabbed a book and then sat on the red, cushiony seat. However, the same foal who started the argument earlier raised some concerns with Ink.

"Can we not hear the same story as last year?" questioned the foal. "We all know the story of how hearths warming eve started." The fillies and foals all nodded their heads in agreement to this, as well as shared whispers.

"A hearths warming story that isn't about its creation, now that's something I would like to hear." said a colt who had just entered the library. He was a taller than average unicorn with a light grey coat, along with a blue coat over that.

"Well now, looks like theres someone else whos interested in this library, at least other than the tax collecter." said Ink with slight anger in her voice. "It looks like I'll have to look in the other sections of the library, who would have thought."

She got off her chair and walked towards the back of the library, only stopping when she had found the book she was looking for. She took it off the shelf, blew the dust away and returned to the children. She opened the first page but found she had to squint to read it. The book was tattered and the horn writing was terrible, but she was able to read it once she grabbed a pair of spectacles.

"Now then, let's begin the story." Said Ink.