After a long night of sorting books, and an uncomfortable back, Spike is ready for breakfast. The only problem is, Twilight isn't in her room, or library, or kitchen, or washroom, or anywhere in the castle. Needless to say, he is a worried Number One Assistant. He was thinking of asking any of their friends if they know anything, especially if that meant going to talk to Rarity! "Yup! I got to go tell Rarity that Twilight is missing," he concludes, determinant. "For Twilight's sake, of course," he adds. He walks through the halls to the door. He opens it, and blinks at how bright the sun is today. He recovers his eyes, and turns right for Rarity's boutique. There she is. Asleep in the grass. Though he is glad that his friend is safe and sound, he does feel a little cheated out of seeing Rarity today. He runs to her calling, "Twilight? Twilight?" he gets up to her and she is still asleep. "Twilight, ponies are staring," Spike says, shaking her a little bit.
Twilight flutters her eyes open and sits up slowly. "Oh, Twilight! You're up. Thank Celestia," Spike says, helping her up. "What were you doing out here sleeping?" he asks.
"I was reading the diary and Angel explained the night, so it inspired me to sit out here and read more out here. She was right, the night is lovelier than I thought," Twilight explains. Confused, Spike helps Twilight up and leads her to the castle.
"Had you been out there all night?" Spike asks, entering the doors.
"Yes," Twilight responds, being lead by Spike to the table.
"Did you stay up all night?" he asks.
"No," Twilight says, in the middle of a yawn.
"What all did you learn so far?" he asks, genuinely curious.
Twilight sits on one of the stools and says, "Angel was a unicorn with twin siblings a fair bit younger than her, like an Apple Bloom and Apple Jack relationship. She was Celestia's prized pupal like I am now, but lived in Canterlot. She had five friends named; Free Range, Glade, Sun Down, Harper, and Mezzo. And get this, three of them are Earth Ponies, two of them are unicorns, and one of them is a pegasus!" Twilight explains. "And another thing, Mezzo is a Unicorn stallion in love with Harper a Earth Pony mare," Twilight adds.
"Oh! And I almost forgot! She had a baby dragon too! His name was Jairus!" Twilight blurts.
"A dragon? Do you think he could be still alive?" Spike asks.
Blinking, Twilight realizes that Spike could be right. She wonders if Celestia knows anything about his whereabouts. Then something else, something more confusing, runs through the princess's mind. Celestia, why hadn't she said anything about Angel and her friends? This is quite odd, and Twilight decides to get to the bottom of it. "Spike," she says, "Send a letter to Celestia explaining our find and ask her if Jairus is still alive. Meanwhile, I think it is important that our friends know what we found," Twilight explains. Spike nods, writes the letter, and sends it to Celestia though is fierce green dragon's breath.
"Are we ready?" Twilight asks.
"Yeah! Where are we going first?" Spike asks.
"Fluttershy, I tell you spike the description of Angel and Fluttershy is uncanny!" Twilight explains. "I always think of her when I read Angel's words, even though Angel is a unicorn," Twilight continues.
"Well, let's go! I can see this is exciting to you, Twilight," Spike says. And it's true, Twilight has been smiling since Spike woke her up only a few minutes ago. She basically prances though the hallway to the door. Spike barely can keep up with her.
Twilight opens the huge, heavy doors, walks down the few steps, and walks towards the town. A few ponies say hi as the dragon and princess walk through the town, Lyra and Bonbon being two of them. On the way to Fluttershy's cottage, Spike and Twilight get stopped by Pinkie. "Howdy there, Twilight! Hey, Spike! Where are you goin' in such a hurry? Are you seeing how fast you can walk?" she gasps, "Are you having a walking race? Oh, can I join? I just love racing!" before Pinkie says anything else, Spike stops her.
"We're going over to see Fluttershy's. If you want you can come with us!"
"Okie-dokie!" Pinkie cheers. "Why are we going there?"
"I want to wait until we get there, Pinkie," Twilight says.
"Oh, okay! I am so excited!!" Pinkie cheers again.
As the three friends walk briskly to their goal, well two walk and the third bounces, Twilight continues to question Celestia's role in this. Did she mean to keep it a secret? Was Celestia just waiting for a time to tell Twilight that her and her friends weren't the first, and probably won't be the last? Was Angel supposed to be the Princess of Friendship? What happened to her? "Twilight?" She must know something about this. "Twilight?" Twilight thinks back to the journal and wonders why she found it yesterday and not any other time she's walked through the halls. "Twilight?!" But still, it is nice to know the ponies of the past and- "Twilight!"
Twilight focuses out of her thoughts to see that they have made it to Fluttershy's cottage and and confused and frustrated Spike is glaring at her. "I'm sorry, Spike! Were you saying something?" Twilight asks.
"I said that Pinkie just knocked on the door, so we're just waiting for Fluttershy to answer," Spike says, a little annoyed.
Twilight blushes, and is about to say something, when some pony calls from the back. "Hello? I'm tending to the garden, come on back please." The three friends fallow instructions, and walk to the back of the house. There, they see Fluttershy doing exactly what she has stated previously. She is laying down some white and yellow daisies next to more of the same flowers.
"So, what do you want to talk about? And why'd I have to wait?!" Pinkie insists.
Twilight tells them all about Angel and what she has read thus far. Twilight tells them about each pony in turn saying which Element they represent. She tells her friends about the purpose of the journal and where Spike and she found it. She talks about the letter they sent about twenty-five minutes ago and how she expects a reply soon. The mares sit in front of her, intrigued and listening intently each one wide eyes and focused. When Twilight is done, all three mares sit in silence, even Pinkie Pie. "Whoa!" Pinkie breathes.
"And you're sure that Celestia will know the answers you're looking for?" Fluttershy asks.
"She's got to, Fluttershy, she knew Angel. Angel was what I was four years ago," Twilight explains. "And, I have this feeling that Angel was supposed to take my title as friendship, something must have happened to her to prevent that," she continues.
Pinkie gasps, "What if she did the same thing a Sunset Shimmer?! And now in an alternate Dimension where she lives in secret!" she guesses.
"That's very likely, Pinkie, but I'd rather hear it from Celestia," Twilight explains.
"Who else have you told?" Fluttershy asks.
"Just you two," Spike pipes up.
"We were planning to go to Applejack next," Twilight adds.
"Why not have a picnic to tell every pony else at once?" Fluttershy suggests.
"Oh! Oh! I could plan it! We could have it here and I'll make all the food and- oh! We could play games too and-" Pinkie exclaims.
"That sounds like a great idea, Pinkie," Twilight says, politely cutting her off.
"I know!" Pinkie says, smiling.
The mares and Spike spend the rest of the day planning the picnic and at sun set Spike and Twilight decide that they have to go, Pinkie too says that the Cakes need help closing for the night. They say 'good-bye' to Fluttershy and happily walk to their designated places to be. Walking through the town for the second time today, Twilight watches the ponies slowly decrease in numbers as they walk to their own designated places. She is thankful to live here and has good friends she loves. She asks Spike if the Friendship letters will ever be found in a hundred years or so. "If they are, then I'm sure we'll be alive to witness it," Spike explains.
"Well, this is my stop, good night, Twilight! Good night, Spike!" Pinkie says, bouncing away.
"I hope we are, Spike," Twilight says, smiling warmly as Pinkie walks into the Sugar Cube Corner.
They walk into the castle, and go to their respective rooms. Twilight curls up into her blankets and opens to the next entry of the journal.