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// Prologue, out of the Library: 1 
// Story: Luna's Library - Second Hand, Second Self 
// by Ponyess 
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    I had been to Ponyville a few times since Twilight Sparkle and her friends had saved me from the curse brought upon me by my negative emotions.  Both before and after that terrible time when Tirek came to claim all our magic and power.  Of course I had seen Princess Twilight Sparkles Castle of Friendship and the library with all the old and new books too.  Celestia had dedicated enormous amounts of bits towards restoring her library, not just for Ponyville, but because it now is a representation of the Equestrian Monar5chy.  There is also the small detail of what Twilight Sparkle represents.

Now I had been visiting her in her new castle.  She had been expressing the pride she assigns to the library and the hoard of books she was amassing.  Not just the old once she managed to salvage from the old library, but the once she managed to acquire in order to restore the library to its former glory.  Yet, she had expressed a fascination in how so many books had found their way to her library.  Ponies had apparently sent copies of their newly printed and published works to her, in hops they could be featured in her new Rpyal library.  Maybe others like to see their books in a Royal library.  Yet, some of these books clearly are not of Ponhy or even Equestrian origin.  Zebras, Griffons and a few others are more easily recognized.




“Luna, here is a book I would love for you to read.  If you like the book, keep it.  I think the main character would resonance with you!” Twilight pointed out, just as we were about to walk out of her library.

“Thank you, Twilight Sparkle.  I will take time to read it first chance, once I get back to the castle of Canterlot.  I will make certain to let you know what I think of the book you so generously gave me as well!” I responded as I accepted the book.

“I know you have had your problems, and I have seen you struggle.  I may not have seen the root, the cause of your original suffering, but any time you feel like taking, I am here for you.  I am prepared to listen to any Pony with problems, particularly the once within my area, which I have the impression your problems should be!” she responded.

“Being new here in this time, fresh out of a past long gone; I guess I do have problems adapting and making friends.  As of late, I have found myself envying you and the ease with which you have been making so many friends.  Maybe I need to visit your friend; Pinkie Pie?” I pondered.

“I never cared about friends, other than the books of the Royal library.  I had dedicated my time, my life to study Magic since I saw Princess Celestia raising the Sun.  Then I was sent to Ponyville and lived in the Golden Oak Library, later destroyed by Tirek, which was a pain!” she responded.

“We pushed Royal duties upon you from the time of your coronation.  I was supporting the move, even knowing the strain it put upon your shoulders.  Maybe I should not have been quite as eager in supporting it at the time, but it looks as if it was the right thing to do at the time.  You certainly have performed admirably in each of your tasks, even if some of them would look more like a joke.  I know that feeling all too well!” I pointed out.

“I certainly felt as if it was a joke at the time.  Now I am finally starting to grow into my position.  I have the impression we are seen as ageless, timeless, wise and infallible Deities at the time; we certainly are not.  Personally, I am relying heavily upon my friends.  Books can only take us so far, but they can be great; both for learning and entertaining us.  I see them as friends that I can keep by my side through thick and thin!” she pointed out with a new grin on her face.

That we are certainly not.  Something I was taught the hard way.  My time in the moon came as a shock.  You gave me a ramp back onto the firm shore of a modern life.  Your obsession with Starswirl the Bearded came as a refreshing breeze to me; finally a face I knew, a Pony I could relate to.  Even if I guess one could safely say; you surpassed him by far.  Even with all the mistakes you have made, the element of Magic on an Alicorrn is still a very rare thing!” I pointed out.

“I certainly can imagine.  Feeling high and mighty, yet ignored and to the point of feeling shunned.  We are none of these things.  We may be wise and powerful, but no Deities.  I doubt I would even, ever be that.  I may be all that, but it doesn’t make me feel more special than any other Pony.  As a matter of fact, Pinkie Pie is the most special Pony I know.  She may be an Earth Pony, but why is that making her any less special?  In her case, it may be what makes her special in the first place.  Had she been a Pegasus, Unicorn or even an Alicorn, it would have made her powers expected; thus watered out into nothing.  In a sense, she is carrying the full weight of our hope of her shoulders.  Something I learned  in my striving to become what made me into the Alicorn I am today.  Once we restored her, the village went from furious to excited in less than a heart beat.  You just have to be there and see it to feel it!” she put forth.

I wasn’t in Ponyville at the time; we were never relying on her in Canterlot, yet even we felt the difference.  I felt it in the dreams, the week that came after!” I put forth.

“I was right there.  I saw it, but never expected any Pony outside of Ponyville to even know what happened.  I know you can interact with our dreams, I have heard tails to the effect on and off from time to time since I became a Princess.  This makes you just as important as your sister Celestia.  Now we have our own respective parts to play.  I can finally stand shoulder to shoulder with you, Celestia and Cadence.  Together, only together we can safeguard the fate of our beloved Equestria!” she pointed out.

“Back in the day, I was blinded by the light of day.  It kept me from seeing my role, my place.  Harmony requires the Night, just as it requires the Day.  How could I have allowed myself to be blinded, when I should have known better.  My sister managed to keep the balance, but she was never prepared to manage the night, my night.  It is my responsibility to manage the night and all that comes with it, including the dreams!” I pointed out.

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