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// The Toras' Final Message 
// Story: Where There’s A Twilight, There's A Sunset 
// by TPC-2k16 
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Well, the past events of today… and yesterday… this whole week I suppose, have been certainly eventful.
It’s still weird how, and I’ll never forget it, how just two days ago I woke up in Equestria, my old “home”, and now reside in this strange, new world.
I’ll never know why I was sent here specifically, but that doesn’t matter now.
I’m here, in this strange world of two-legged creatures living in an urban setting.
I, should say my final thoughts on this world, more specifically towards a group of seven girls. I still remember my first day attending that ‘school’. I still doubt that anybody ever knew that I could’ve used my power to read their minds. Though considering the magic, or lack of, in this world, they probably didn't.
Except for those same seven girls. They had magic.
But unlike these girls from the ponies of old, they could’ve used their magic to banish me away from everyone. Or worse, start making fun of me. They wouldn’t be as any different as the ponies who did the same things.
But instead what I got was… surprising.
I secretly read their minds (yes I know, creepy), and if their thoughts were correct, they never wanted to do any of that.
When I was about to do evil, and the same seven saw me, while yes they did put up a fight, but once they had me, they didn’t banish me. 
After being (and feeling) defeated, I cried. What happened next? One of them came to my side and comforted me.
They all comforted me.
Long story short, I just think I’m going to like this whole ‘friendship’ thing. I admit that’s what I wanted when I first met those ponies thousands of years ago, but this time instead of making me feel worse, those seven girls had reached out a hand and offered it to me.
These next few days are going to be difficult for me, considering how I never had any friends before, let alone know a single thing about friendship, but I know they’ll help me, one step of the way.
Oh, and about those ponies from my original world, I do hope they find my stone tablet I’d chiseled up before I got banished from there. If I want to be more nice from now on, I should at least warn them of what’s about to happen.
Even though frankly, truthfully, they will never even consider it.