Dear Twilight,
How’ve you been? We haven’t talked in a while, but I’m assuming the school’s doing okay after that fiasco with that Chancellor Neighsay I think his name was? Rainbow brought that up to me one time, and she didn’t seem pleased with him. I’m sure you are well familiar with our certain disfavor of authority figures (and no, I don’t mean Princess Celestia or Princess Luna, again!)
I find myself in Bocoltá at the moment after a stay in a Ohteotl retreat. Yes, I finally did it, didn’t I? I’m sure you’d love to hear all about it, but let me keep this brief. It’s odd, it’s strange, and even stranger than that was how the epiphanies kept flooding in every single time. I remember that quote you told me once: “Given time, you can get used to anything.” Not with this brew, and firm I stand on this hill I’ll die on.
And I’ve met a new friend. Her name’s River Moon. She’s also interesting, to say the least (she beat a minotaur at hoof wrestling, twice!) River’s been great at comforting me from my doubts during my experiences and all. It’s only been around a week that I’ve known her, and I know that one can’t know another person completely (not even an entire lifetime would suffice), but I think she gets me, you know? That she understands something that many others don’t. We’re two moving amalgams of parts, somehow fitting together, as if it were meant to be.
To be frank, I’m going off on a tangent. Those things aren’t the real reasons I wrote this letter to you. There’s something else I need you to know, and I also have a request.
Those past few days, I’ve
encounteredmet an intriguing figure in my hallucinations. I thought nothing of it at first, but then I realized that River Moon had seen her as well (that was the second time she’d visited the retreat). We immediately thought that this couldn’t be a coincidence, it wasn’t possible. We have been led to believe that she was not a figment of neither of our imaginations, but an actual individual interfacing with us from some other realm unbeknownst.I saw her in my dreams. She’s very kind. And the more I converse with her, the more the epiphany comes forward to present itself: that she’s trapped. She’s stuck, Twi, and I don’t know where. She said she was a fish out of water, a parrot chick in an eagle’s nest, a place no soul was meant to be in. There’s a poignancy in her gaze that never seems to leave, and it somehow haunts me without me even knowing it.
This is where my request comes in. Can you help us? I can’t think of a pony more knowledgeable than you, and if anything this has the marks of something magical going on, something neither River nor I can begin to fathom. That’s why we’re here in the first place, Bocoltá. We’ve been digging for info, but I don’t think I can put it all in this letter—it’s getting quite lengthy.
Despite that, I know this is a lot to take in. Please, could you come check this out for us? I know it’s a lot to ask, but if there’s one person in all the world I know I can depend on with this sort of thing, it’s you. Do let me know of your thoughts.
Sincerely,
Feather Dew