"I'm telling you, they're real!" The mint unicorn slams her hoof onto the wooden desk of the library, glaring daggers at the librarian across from her. Even if the castle, and everything in it, was made almost entirely of crystal, the princess had apparently had a soft spot for the layout of her tree library. As such, the public library was the only room in the entire castle that was made entirely out of a non-crystal structure.
"Lyra, I'm not debating this!" Lyra rubs the bridge of her nose with her hoof and groans. "Look, the point isn't whether or not they're real, the point is we have no books on them." Lyra sighs in defeat and concedes to the lavender alicorn across the desk. While many ponies from different cities would be too timid to even speak to her — being a princess as she is — most ponies in Ponyville have learned she is still their equal, and as such they should interact with her normally. That included arguments.
"Fine!" Lyra huffs in exasperation. "Do you know any... mythology books that might talk about them?" She absolutely hated implying the existence, or previous existence of her beloved humans might even POTENTIALLY be myth — and visibly cringed upon speaking the word — but she had long ago learned to face facts that if anything was written about them, it would be in the mythology section.
"Hmm..." Twilight hums to herself as she puts on her thinking face. "I don't think so. There isn't enough info on them to really put them in libraries... although you MAY be able to find a book on them in the Canterlot archives, but they would be far hidden and–" At the word "archives" Lyra had rushed out of the room and towards her house.
Lyra gallops down the empty row as she spots her small house. She quickly charges through the door, startling her earth pony roommate, Bon Bon.
"Oh, hello Lyra! What's got you in such a–"
"We're leaving." Bon Bon paused, in shock of the sudden proclamation, before shaking her head and coming to her senses.
"What? Lyra, what do you–?"
"Or at least, I am." The unicorn interrupted the beige earth pony, slightly irritating Bon Bon. She started shoving things into saddlebags as she spoke, not even paying attention to the irritated pony. "But I'd like if you came along."
"Wha–?" Bon Bon cocked her head in confusion, her blue mane with a rose streak plopping off the side of her head.
"But we might be there for awhile..."
"Lyra–" Bon Bon taps her hoof in impatience and frustration, watching the mare rapidly shove things into bags.
"If you're coming, you might want to–"
"LYRA!!" Bon Bon yelled, stopping Lyra mid-sentance. "Before I make a decision, where are we going?" Bon Bon said through gritted teeth. She wasn't an aft angry pony, per se, but Lyra often drove her up the wall with her stupid antics over–
"The Canterlot archives. I'm going to prove humans are, or were, real." Bon Bon groaned. Lyra and her fantasies of humans. There was no evidence backing them up, but she INSISTED. Bon Bon would've thought she'd learn to deal with it by now, but nope. It doesn't grow on you.
Still as irritating as ever.
"Why..."
"Are you coming?" Bon Bon sighed and thought for a moment.
"Sure... if only to keep you out of trouble"
"I'm telling you Janet, the end times are coming!" The girl with the black hair exclaims, slamming her hands down on the wooden desk of the library her friend worked at.
"Theresa, stop freaking out about this." Theresa rubs the bridge of her nose between her fingers. "Look, the point is I don't know that we have any books on... ancient apocalyptic prophecies. Why do you believe in that stuff anyway?" Janet asks, huffing as she leaned her head on her hand at the library desk.
"I keep seeing it in my dreams." Theresa says with certainty, before realizing how stupid of a reason that is, or at least SOUNDS to other people. She nervously glanced around the empty library, made nervous by the talk of impending armageddon.
"Your dreams will come true the day pigs fly. Which, if MY dreams are as prophetic as yours apparently are, should be someday soon." Janet stared Theresa in her hazel eyes with a sarcastic glare and lazily flipped her brown hair back over her shoulder. Theresa mirrored with her own black hair and they stared each other down. Eventually Janet groaned, "What else do you want? I gave you your answer!" Janet slowly standing up from her chair with a creak and twists left and right, popping her back.
"Look–" Theresa begins with a sigh, pacifying herself. "If my dreams are to be believed, in about a week something terrible will happen in New York. I need to be there to help, as I am the only one with the foresight to help. I don't know what will happen, but I know it's bad. I need you to come with me for backup." Janet thinks for a few moments.
"Only if you promise that after a week, if nothing happens, you will give up on all this bullshit and calm down." Theresa glares at her for a bit.
"Deal." She says through clenched teeth. After calming down, she turns to leave the library where her friend works, but stops at the door and turns back to her.
"So... you coming?" Janet sighs and thinks for a moment, tapping her finger on the wooden surface with a thoughtful expression.
"Sure... if only to keep you out of trouble."