At Canterlot, the days were bustling with ponies trotting to work. Uptight and snobbish nobles held their head high as they passed through their deluxe streets. Fillies head out to school as everyone thought this was a fine day.
Celestia walked through the hallways of the castle, seemingly thinking. With ruling the whole of Equestria, she had a whole workload in return. Luckily she had Raven, or she feared she would've collapsed under all the documents and papers. She gave her thanks to Raven as she turned at a junction to the kitchen.
As she passed through the hallways, she stumbled upon the library.
"It wouldn't be bad to send Twilight some more books..." she said to herself. She just knew that her knowledge loving pupil would love it. She even caught Twilight trying to steal some books when she was a little filly. Such memorable times...
She entered into the library, smelling the ink, parchment, paper, and the slow mood of the library all made it a comfy place to stay and read. She greeted the librarian as she walked through the Magic Arts section. Selecting the books she thought Twilight would be interested in, she unearthed a hidden book behind the shelves.
"Must be a book which got pushed back." she mumbled as she levitated to the edge, where it belonged. It was beaten up, most likely a old book which went through lots of things. But as she read the title, she got more interested.
"The Tale of the Cursed Necromancer?" she muttered. She didn't had any good encounters with necromancers, seeing how they raised the dead, lifting them from their slumber just to do work. But an cursed one? She was intrigued.
She headed for a seat before sitting her rump down. As she got more comfortable she opened the book, wanting to read more.
There was once a little filly who was deemed the purest in the land. But inside, she was-
"That's not a good start." Celestia immediately said. She could feel the staleness radiating from the sentence, and the impression lessened.
"Maybe Twilight would want to see this too." she said to herself. A fictional story could break up the platitudinous Twilight, giving her a new genre to read, even though not very good. She quickly skimmed through the book, before she came before something interesting.
...The Necromancer raised a cult, bringing them to unimaginable powers. And with that, their confidence soared, and they began their conquest for the world. Bringing nation after nation into ruin, converting more followers, and getting more strength, it was also like they were unstoppable.
As the necromancer almost had victory in their hands, tasting it in the mouth, another pony appeared. They were colorless, black being their...everything as they had a white outline. It was never seen before. And with them, they brought extraordinary powers with them.
It was almost as if them and the necromancer were equal as they clashed. But the mysterious pony prevailed, bringing the necromancer to Death's door.
But as a mercy of their own, they cursed them, giving them a blight. The necromancer couldn't see, their eyes eternally damaged. And shackles bonded them, restricted them of escape and recking havoc upon the land again. The savior brought the necromancer with them, also leaving us with a gift.
They made us forget everything, apologizing for the inconvenience. But I already wrote it all...
Celestia closed the book, knowing it was all theories after that. But she still put it in the stack for Twilight to read, just knowing it was a good read after a few paragraphs. But as she checked them in, she suddenly thought of something.
"That one filly I met at the old castle..." she thought. It's existence was like the necromancer, almost resembling it as she remembered reading a bio of it. And with its unordinary comprehension to certain things...
Celestia shook her head. It was impossible, wasn't it? It was only a filly, it could've been gifted. And she might be wrong too, she couldn't know everyone's story after all. She only had a few candidates for possible Alicorns, and she knew the filly isn't in it.
Celestia used the messaging magic to send the books to Twlight, as she glanced through a window near her, looking down to Ponyville and the Everfree Forest.
It just couldn't be... right?
Celestia assured herself, as she began her daily trot to the kitchen again, in search for delicacies once again.