"Come on, Spike! We got to get these all in by this afternoon!" Twilight says, levitating several piles of books.
"I know, Twilight! I'm on it!" Spike says, cheerfully.
Twilight and Spike had just gotten a large order of books from Celestia and are putting them away in her bedroom. Celestia wants Twilight to read up on her parliament and government books to better understand what is expected of her as a princess. "You coming, Spike?" Twilight asks, concerned.
"I told you Twilight," Spike says, walking into her room. "I'm on it!" he explains as he puts down the pile of seven books in his claws.
"Good job, Spike. Let's keep going," Twilight explains.
They walk out of Twilight's room, and Twilight trips abruptly on a tile. "Mph!"
"What happened?" Spike says, rushing to Twilight's side.
"A tile is loose, that's all. Let's keep bringing in books. We got three whole piles still waiting for us," Twilight explains simply.
When Twilight is returning to her room, she trips again, lets go of all the books, and they sprawl all over the hall with a huge thud echoing the large hall. She looks at the books, and realizes that only three out of the fifteen slid into her room. "You alright?" Spike asks again.
"Yeah, I'm fine Spike, it's the tile!" Twilight explains a little frustrated. Leaving Spike to put his pile in her room, Twilight lifts the tile to see what's going on. She gasps, and drops the tile, splitting it in two big pieces. She wonders, and lift the two pieces of tile. Spike comes running towards her.
"What!?" he asks.
"A journal!" she exclaims.
Twilight levitates a once red, but now brown, leather book with yellow and frayed pages and black sown in lettering at the front and it has layers upon layers of dust. Twilight brushes off the dust, and Angel's Diary is what it says.
"Huh?" How did that get there?" Spike questions.
"I don't know, Spike, but it's some pony's journal. We need to find the owner," Twilight says resolutely. "We'll start in Ponyville, and go from there," she explains.
"It looks old, Twilight. Like no one has used it in years," Spike observes.
"Well, we can't just read some pony's journal, that's not right," Twilight explains.
"No, but it's all dusty, I don't think any pony has used it recently," Spike adds.
"Well, I suppose, but I can't help but feel we should try to find the owner," Twilight says, face to face with spike.
"I don't want to either, but how do you know some pony is going to claim it?" Spike asks.
"How do you know some pony won't?" is Twilight's response. "Maybe it has a date inside, if it isn't resent, then we'll keep it," Twilight reasons.
Spike nods, and the cover is opened. On the right corner in very messy black writing is the date June 13th 1813. Both Spike and Twilight gasp. Twilight reads the first entry out loud. "Princess Celestia told me to record everything I can to preserve it for future generations, so here I am. I am Angel, I am a Unicorn and I am the prized pupal of Princess Celestia in her school for Talented Unicorns. For reference, I am a very pale yellow with bright pink eyes, and a calmer shade of pink for my mane and tale. My mane and tale aren't very long, and I keep my mane in a bun.My Cutie Mark is a open purple book with six sparks scattered above the open pages."
Spike looks at Twilight as she finishes reading. "I... I can't believe it!" he says, shocked.
"Neither do I, Spike! This pony... she wrote in here... and expected others to read it. But she, she's dead, Spike," Twilight says. "It's almost incomprehensible," She explains.
"Has this always been here?" Spike asks. "Why are we just finding this out now?" he questions.
Twilight looks around and sees the books scattered everywhere. "I don't know, Spike," she says, picking the books up. "But I want to look into this further. Maybe our friend Angel has all the answers in here," Twilight continues, guiding the books into the room and stacking them neatly. She puts the journal on her side table underneath her lamp and walks out of the room. "But first," she says, walking pas Spike.
"The books?" Spike asks, catching up to Twilight.
"You guessed it, Spike!" Twilight says, grinning as she walks forward. Spike groans, but follows Twilight. After a mentally exhausting day of sorting and resorting the new books, the poor baby dragon is barely conscious enough to walk to his room. So, being the kind friend that she is, Twilight levitates him to his bed. "Oh, Spike," she says, tucking him in for the night. "You truly are my number one assistant," she explains.
Twilight walks down the hall trying not to make noise, but it's like her stepping is maxed in loudness. She finally reaches her room, and carefully shuts the door behind her. She looks proudly at the book shelves, three of them, on the opposite wall of her bed. Then she looks at her bed, folded nicely with navy blue and lavender covers draped neatly on top of it and tucked in so there are no lumps. Her eyes ever so slightly glide over to Angel's journal, and then just as graceful. "No. No, Twilight! It's already very late, and you should be getting to bed," Twilight explains in her head, unblinking and staring at the journal. She gives into temptation, and crawls into bed to open the second page of the book. Before reading, however, Twilight makes an agreement with herself. To only read a few pages and then going to sleep.