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// My first letter 
// Story: The End of the Beginning 
// by Uncle Knot 
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To my most radiant and brilliant sovereign, Celestia, in the 3rd year of thy reign

Please allow myself, to express my thanks for thy assistance in sealing away my heartbreak and love for Princess Nightmare Moon, thy dear sister.  What a tragedy that has poisoned her heart and turned her against Equestria.  As her pet, I should have noticed before her outright challenge of your illustrious reign.  

Thou art correct, I shall not fault myself, for though I be new to this world, recent events have matured and tortured my frame, as you well know.  

Again, thanks are due thee, thou hast correctly directed me to the tutor ledge of Star Swirl.  Though he be feebler and his time be short in our world.  His wealth of knowledge and personal library will, with due diligence, enhance my impoverished status.  Alas, even as I pen this note, Star Swirl seems to be fading away.  

These words pain me, but fear not, in my new form, I no longer poise a threat to Equestria.  Star Swirl is reluctant to believe that I was once a dragon, but does find interest in the mechanism that enables dragons to grow wings.  He has tasked me to put it to rhyme, but all I can do are these simple lines;

To grow a dragon’s wings, must start with the breaking of its’ heart…the pain it feels may tear it up inside with injury, less pain…it must hurt so much, that it must fly away…thus so its’ wings grow.

My self-imposed exile to the residence of Star Swirl, is nothing compared to the fate of thine sister.  One does hope that thee, perhaps with my help, may find recourse to her situation.  Until that day let the statue of her remain near the Evertree forest.  It is a most remote place, and unlikely to be disturbed.  It was a great boom that thou didst pour all my love for thine sister into that statue.  Along with my previous form, for indeed my wings tips did threaten to stretch from horizon to horizon.  We both know that this was not as nature intended, yet as my heart did break each evening looking upon the moon where thy dear sister be, my wings grew ever larger, until the firmament above was replaced by my wings.  That moon I could not escape even in the depths of the Canterlot crystal mines.

Now do I be a pony, an earth pony as thou wouldst say?  Only my eyes suggest my heritage.  If I return to my dragon form, would my wings still stretch?  Star Swirl is silent on this; he knows not that dragons could be transformed into ponies or vice versa.  Nor does he suggest what effect that magic would affect.

Before, I sent this, Star Swirl regained a moment of clarity, and I pressed him to read this.  He grunted satisfactory and found some humor in it.  He did show a smirk of knowledge upon reading the part about being turned into a pony; and some mumbling that thou, Celestia, art a great student.

I send this letter with all my generosity, trustfulness, kindness, humor, and loyalty (although both of us know there be some confusion there) and with the gratefulness of a heart that no longer breaks due to an absence of love for thy dear sister.  In all sincerity, SKY, though now I think it best to call myself Sum-po-neigh Knot Yew.