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// Chapter 2: Learn To Fly 
// Story: Spread Your Wings 
// by Closer-To-The-Sun 
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Chapter 2: Learn To Fly

Dear Twily,

It’s your older brother, Shining Armor. I just got your letter and Cadence and I read through it. We both thought long about your issue and have come up with an answer to help you with your new role as a princess among the ponies: don’t stress over about it. This might surprise you, Twilight, but you’re far smarter than you think. In fact, I know for a fact that is why Princess Celestia entrusted you with Starswirl’s spell. She wouldn’t give you something you couldn’t handle. You even raised Spike into a noble dragon all by yourself.

As for what you represent, it should be completely obvious to you. Think about your time in Ponyville. Think of all the adventures you have had, the ponies you have met, and all of the friends you have made. Twilight, you are the element of magic amongst the Elements of Harmony. Amongst the princesses, you are the one that little fillies and colts will be able to look up to. This is because you are just like them. You’ve been in their horseshoes before and know what it’s like to be the pony out looking for friends and wanting to be accepted. It’s a feeling we all have had at one point or another, and it is you that all ponies can look to for guidance and help in the matter.

Twilight, you are worrying about nothing. You not only will make a fine princess that the princesses and Equestria will be proud of, but a daughter and a sister your family will always be proud of. You worry over trivial things too often, Twily, so here’s a bit of advice, from one sibling to another: set your problems and worries aside and focus on what matters most, the ones who make your everyday life amazing. For me, that would be Princess Cadence and, of course, you. Whether it be your group of friends, Spike, or even a special somepony that I don’t know about, don’t forget to let them know that you love them and care for them. The smallest thing can mean the most.

And then, with the help of your friends, I know you will learn to not only fly, but soar. Just go and spread your wings.

Love your B.B.B.F.F.,

Shining Armor

P.S. Cadence is making me write this part here. I will admit that I was crying at your coronation, but can you honestly blame me? You’re growing up to become a princess.