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// Thy Dragon 
// Story: The End of the Beginning 
// by Uncle Knot 
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To my brilliant and illustrious princess Celestia, in the 4th year of thy reign, my 10th letter

Much to our chagrin, Star Swirl and I, appreciate the complaints of you and your sister in former days, concerning his silent appearances.  Thy insistence upon bells upon his garments, gave us a few extra moments of last dictations concerning many interesting things that I may spend many years researching on thy behalf.  Yet it has been two fortnights since his last appearance, and with deep regret I think he be gone forever.

However, thy confidence is required, and you have been remiss in this.  Star Swirl did validate that just as I was meant to be thy sister’s dragon, so you too, had a dragon.  Yet, because of his un-control-able nature, thee and thy sister turned him to stone.  For this reason alone, I sadly admit I was glad thou were not present when I brought the last scroll of Star Swirl’s to his self-named pavilion repository.  Thou hast chosen a good name for it, and Star Swirl would approve.

Yet, I must address thy behavior.  First that Star Swirl left Canterlot, after thy ascension to the throne.  He would not waste time in discussing why he left and confirms that I should trust thee.  Then thy having to turn thy own dragon to stone because of the chaos he created.  Finally, to confront thy rebellious sister and exile her to the moon.  And now, myself as evidence, without a cutie mark, cannot pass amongst the ponies of Canterlot unfettered, feared and bespeckled.  All that could offer thee comfort midst the weight of thy crown and recent troubles are gone.  I beseech thee; do not push any more away.  

Perhaps, I speak unfairly.  Thou hast secured Equestria, defeated, banish, or exile all threats.  Thou hast mastered the elements of harmony, restored peace and stability, and silenced all challengers.  Any one of these efforts could define thee as a great monarch and worthy of praise for many generations to come.  To have done them all in such a short span of years will trial thy spirit beyond expected bonds for nothing so tests us more than our successes.

To rule, to be a monarch, is indeed to be alone.  Do not imprison thyself in the glittered cage of Canterlot.  Lead by example and not by edict.  I am thy friend, and I will not fear thy wrath. Yea know where to find me, and whatever fate thou decree I will accept.  But as thy friend, I have the duty not only to befriend and support, but to cut and direct our friendship in a productive direction.  We know that I am loveless, and probably lack the tack to speak soothingly.  Yet in my trustworthiness and loyalty, I was compelled to speak these stinging words.  These are difficult and hard times, and more await us.  Let me offer council, as thee has so wisely consoled me in the past.

I shall attend to a few details here, and then travel into the northern hinterlands in search of more answers to the disappearance of IT, (the Crystal Empire).  Your loveless scribe sends all his generosity, truthfulness, kindness, humor and loyalty, Sumponeigh Knot Yew.