An archive of letters sent between Earth and Equestria.
Every few decades or so a series of books, journals, pieces of paper and sometimes even pictures gain the ability to send and receive messages from the planet Earth to the land of Equestria. No one knows why this is, but with time and patience we have managed to start collecting records of all letters sent or received starting from the date of March 18th, 2012 between the two realms.
The results are open to the public.
(Will add characters once mentioned. Accepting submissions for new 'letters' as we speak. The Dark warning is more for 'Mature' then anything. Things connected to the human world generally are.)
(The Picture isn't mine. I'm not really sure who it belongs too, to be honest.)
To be honest, I don't know why I am writing this letter. I doubt anyone will really read it but since it will only cost me a couple of minutes on this rainy day there really isn't anything to lose. The fact that it would make my Grandmother happy at least makes me feel a little less of a fool...
A few days ago, my grandmother's passed away. I was rather close to her and I will always treasure the time that I was able to share with her. But I will admit that a part of me is glad about the fact that she simply went to sleep one night after having one of her better days and simply slipped away during the night. She was sick for a very long time... I believe she fell ill back before I was born, so I missed out on getting to know her back when she was healthy. From the stories I've been told by my older sisters, I missed out on a truly wonderful thing...
Back when I was younger, my Grandmother would sometimes read some of her old letters to a 'pony pal' that she received or sent back when she was a young girl. She always claimed that the writer on the other side of the pen pal program she had been apart of had been a pony by the name of Granny Smith and that they sent letters to each other through a magical journal that she had found one day and hidden from her siblings.
Now a days I know that magic doesn't really exist beyond slight of hand tricks, but I did believe her at the time. Looking over some of the old 'letters' written in this journal has given me a rather pleasant picture of my departed Grandmother. She truly did go to great lengths to entertain her grandchildren. If she had become a children's author, I have no doubt in my mind she would have done well.
It's funny. Every year we would go up to spend the holidays with my Grandmother and our parents would tell all four of us (My three older sisters and myself) 'This might be the last year your Grandmother is with us, so try to make it the best you can'. This went on for so long we were all pretty sure that, at the rate things were going, she would easily outlive all of us. “If the world was to end tomorrow, all that would survive would be the cockroaches and Nanna Mac” we would always say. It's still something of a shock that she is finally gone...
During my last conversation with her, my Grandmother told me the location of the Journal that she had kept since she was a little girl. She told me that it was mine to do with as I wished, but she requested that after she passed away that I wrote one final letter to her old friend Granny Smith inside of the journal, informing her of the grim news.
Personally, I don't believe that anyone will read this. But if nothing else writing all this down has made me feel slightly better then I was before. It isn't really much, but since it was her final request from me I am honored to carry it out.
Ms G. Smith, I regret to inform you that Wheaton Mac is no longer with us. She passed away peacefully at the age of seventy eight. I know that she said you haven't written to each other in years, but she still fondly remembered you and wishes you the best.
I guess that is everything...
Thank you for you're time. From Kiue Jin (Not my real name, but if there is any truth to what my Grandmother told me as a kid I would rather not put my name out there for just anyone I don't know to read.)
I was quite surprised earlier today when one of the old books on my shelve began to glow and shake all by itself. To be honest, I'm surprised that I never took the time to read this particular book before and when I finally took heart enough to open the tome your letter was the first thing that I read.
Before I forget, my name is Twilight Sparkle. I am the librarian here in Ponyville.
I am sorry to hear about your Grandmother. You sounded very close and I honestly hope that your friends and family offer you the support that you need to get through this no doubt dark time for you all.
I don't know anypony by the name of 'Granny Smith', but I felt that you might have meant 'Granny Apple'. I took the book over to Sweet Apple Acres and showed it too her and she began to cry. After I was able to calm her down a little, she told me that she had been pen pals with Wheaton back when she was a filly, but one night someone broke into the farm and stole a number of items, the book included. Just how it found it's way into my library after all these years, I will never know.
She smiled when she read about how your Grandmother read their old letters to you at bedtime. She told me that 'Great minds think alike' because she did the same with her three grandchildren Big Mac, Applejack and Applebloom.
For what it is worth, she truly is sorry that she was unable to keep in touch with your Grandmother. She was deeply saddened by the news of her passing, but she was able to derive comfit in the knowledge that it happened as peacefully as possible.
While I am defiantly going to be researching just how this book works since it doesn't appear to be powered by any spell that I am currently aware of, if you feel the need to talk... well, write to anypony, feel free to write to me. I would love to hear more about you. I've never met a human before, but if what I am reading from the earlier entrees from your Grandmother and Granny Apple I assume that you are one. I hope you are not offended if that isn't the case.
Hope to hear again from you soon,
Twilight Sparkle.
AN: Good News everyone.
This story is accepting 'letters' from readers to their favorite characters. I will attempt to answer any letter that you create in a manner fitting the characters you write them too. Feel free to ask whatever questions you wish.
Before you all ask: The Grandmother mentioned is based heavily off of my own Grandma. While I changed her name and the fact that she pasted away a few years ago instead of a couple of days, this is how it played out. I have a feeling that she would have loved the idea that one of her grandchildren took the time to write something like this in her honor.
Girls, I want to thank you for reawakening my urge to create, again. and reawakened a life I thought I had left behind. I'm reconnecting with old freinds, and making my own magic. Friendship really is magic, and I have magic back again.
Twilight: i know what it is to be lost for hours in a book, or researching something, losing yourself in words and phrases, and, yes, even in a bit of magic. the laws of this world make everything outside of it a fantasy (which SOMEponies, to use your own metaphores, don't understand, here). sometimes, you never stop being a student.
Miss Fluttershy, just be yourself (and tell Angel to behave!)
Dash, I've got a MAJOR crush on you. heck, you give ME wingboners! some of us don't care which way your barn door swings, but, dayam, mare...it makes me wanna propose!
AJ, I know smarts ain't your cup a Apple Cider. it's just durn nice to see a touch o country mare tha ain't all in yer face, er is dumber than the barn door. an tell MAc we're a lookin foreward to seein ifn he gets somepony one o these days
Miss Rarity: don't be ashamed or embarassed about your parents. they embarass you till the day you die, and vice versa. wish we had somepony here that had your skills. i could use some advice on attracting somepony (oh, smack blueblood a good one, willya?)
(waves HARD through the fourth wall at Pinkie)
Spike: i bet it's hard growing up with all them (for now) icky females, but you'll get used to it. don't ever forget that your a part of their family, too, and always will be *noogies*
a special note to Princess Luna:there will always be people of the night. even here, they feared it, but no more. there will always be stargazers, moonwatchers, and lovers of the night. be thou not afeared, for over time, thee will be accepted for what thou art. besides, thou art a hot momma!
and tell Tia some of us wouldn't mind her as a big sister!
to the CMC, never give up, never surrender, and pass on what you've learned to other foals, colts and fillies alike. don't you give up either, Scoot! some of us just wanna adopt you right NOW!
Miss Octavia: music is one of my passions, even if it's not classical. I may not be able to handle an intrument myself, but it still is a part of me
*utterly hugs the muffins out of Derpy/Ditzy* we love you, out here.
I'm not sure exactly how you managed to do it, but when I woke up this morning I found myself covered in yellow sticky notes covered in what I assume is your writing. After employing Spike's help in removing them (I was planning on taking up Rarity's offer to style my mane anyway...) I spent all morning trying to translate as much of your writing as possible. Once I figured out that what you were writing was not a completely new language and was simply really poor grammar on your part, I was able to send most of your messages off to their rightful recipients.
I am glad that we have somehow taught you the value of friendship... even through we don't know how you learned about us researching the power of Friendship in the first place...
I'm having a hard time understanding what you mean by the laws of the world meaning everything outside of it is treated as fantasy... Unless you are talking about Star Swirl the Bearded's unfinished 'Chow Mein Noodle Theory'. According to legend, Star Swirl the Bearded was sampling a dish of Chow Mein when he saw the very nature of the cosmos in his dish. He was able to write down how our reality was merely one noodle in a giant bowl of noodles that might look the same as ours on the surface but were different in both small and large ways when a meteorite crashed through his roof before smashing into the back of his head.
But... The fact that you are writing to me in the first place might just help PROVE that Star Swirl's theory was correct! I have to put my research into OVERDRIVE!
Hey mate, Spike here. Twilight just started shouting 'Yes Yes Yes' over and over again while bouncing towards the basement. I predict a major research session in the near future.
I have to admit that being the only guy in a group of females can be rather trying at times. It seems that no matter how hard I try I can never win any of the arguments that sometimes break out between me and Twilight (Half the time her arguments don't even make sense, but she still wins them!) but that's how family works. Sometimes you love them unconditionally and want nothing more then the be around them, other times you just want to wrap your hands around their throat and squeeze till they stop talking about reorganizing books!
But I digress...
I got a couple of replies from some of the others who you sent messages to. I'll just add them onto the bottom here...
I'm not surprised in the least that you have a crush on me. Hell, when you're as Awesome as me you have to beat Stallions (and sometimes Mares) off with a stick. A very sharp, pointy stick. Covered in wisps trained to sting lust driven Stallions and Mares. But I don't have time in my life to take on a special somepony right now. I have to keep training in order to FINALLY get into the wonderbolts. Just imagine how much MORE Awesome I would look in a wonderbolt outfit then I do now.
That's right, the sheer level of Awesomeness would mean I wouldn't be able to walk down the street without every single wing on that street getting boned!
Maybe someday, if you work really hard, you'll be a third as Awesome as me.
I would like to take the time to say thanks for writing to me and my kin. I don't mean to be rude or anything, but what in Celestia are you talking about? Are you implying that all farmers are slow or considered stupid?! HOW DARE YOU! I SHOULD HUNT YOU DOWN AND BUCK YOU IN THE FACE LIKE THE HORRIBLE LITTLE PONY YOU ARE!
Don't write to me or my family again until you can show some basic manners.
While I have no idea how you know about my parents (I will be having a conversation with Sweetie Belle about talking to strangers again) I would like you to know that I am not ashamed to be their daughter. They are two of the kindest, sweetest and most hard working ponies I could ever know. I have no doubt that the world would be a better place if there were more ponies like them... I just wish they would take some of my fashion advice every once in a while...
While I enjoy the fact that somepony out there has heard about my designs, I don't think I would be able to make myself move away from Ponyville any time soon. Thank you for the offer, but for the time being my place is here.
As for your suggestion for bucking the brute Blueblood right in the face... A proper lady would never sink so low as to track down such a horrible man with the sole intent of causing him pain. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to have a brief word with Applejack and Rainbow Dash about... hammers and their many possible applications.
From the writing desk of Ms Rarity, Owner of Carousel Boutique.
While we don't know who you are Mr Flash, we're so thrilled that somepony out there is supporting us in our crusade and... Scootaloo since when have you been an orphan?
Scootaloo? Hey, don't grab the
HOW DID YOU KNOW?! WHAT ARE YOU, SPYING ON ME OR SOMETHING?! YOU KNOW WHAT? YES! I'M AN ORPHAN. I ADMIT IT. I LOST MY PARENTS WHEN I WAS VERY YOUNG AND I DIDN'T WANT MY FRIENDS TO KNOW ABOUT IT BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT THEM TO PITY ME OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I WAS GOING TO TELL THEM WHEN I WAS READY BUT NO! YOU HAD TO GO AND RUIN EVERYTHING BY TELLING THEM, DIDN'T YOU?!
Scootaloo, we never would have thought ill of you if you had told us. We had no idea...Hang on, if you don't have parents, who was that happy gentlecolt that danced with you during the father-daughter dance at school?
...Paid actor...
Um...I'm sorry, but we're going to have to end this here. Scootaloo is crying and Sweetie Belle is trying to calm her down. I need to go help her too...
It might not seem like much, but thy words brought a smile to our... my face. Forgive us, but we are still getting used to the more modern tongue. While thy words might only appear to be words to thee, just hearing them uplifts my spirits and allows us... me to try to make the night sky as beautiful and creative as possible.
Thy 'Hot momma' comment is rather confusing. I am not a mother and after checking my temperature I am not overly hot. I am a perfectly acceptable temperature for a pony my size and breed. Celestia is generally a few degrees hotter then normal ponies, but seeing as how she is the goddess of the sun it all balances out in the end.
When I asked Celestia just what thy meant when thy said I was a 'Hot Momma' she burst out laughing. We can still hear her laughing from a few rooms away and I honestly do not understand why. Is there some sort of joke that I have somehow missed?
I would like to take the time to say how thankful I am to receive your letter, but I am afraid that I am simply bogged down so much while dealing with our latest tour that I simply do not have time to go any further then that. I am sorry if this reply seems shorter then you expected but time is of the essence.
That appears to be all of them. We haven't been able to locate Fluttershy after she fled the dragon migration and no one has seen Derpy the mailmare for a while now. Pinkie is currently outside the library, waving at a wall. Sweet Celestia that mare worries me sometimes...
I guess I should wrap this up and go offer to help Twlight out... or head over to Rarity's house for a while in order to get out of Twilight's mane. Thank you for the yellow sticky note messages. But next time, try not to post them on Twilight. Her mane is a mess.
Signed by Spike, assistant and representative of Twilight Sparkle.
AN: I'm quite proud of how quickly and how well this came together. I was assuming that this would be a lot shorter and harder to put together then it was . I guess I am just on a roll. Plus the fact that it was so quickly and wildly accepted was a major boost to me.
Now I just need to work out how to get a bloody cover picture up and all would be well..
Your not my favorite princess, your my favorite pony. If you can't tell I'm human. I hope to someday meet you in person, instead of through letters. I've always loved the night more than the day. If Celestia is reading this sorry. I think the moon, and stars are beautiful. I would always stay up late to watch them. By the way, why was your mane on nightmare night different than the one when Nightmare Moon was defeated? And your voice change,(volume, speech pattern, and over all voice)? Please reply back.
-WolfGirl (Sorry about the fake name, but I want to be sure that Luna gets this before I say my name.)
You are not the first human that has ever made contact with us. Indeed, even before our banishment a thousand years ago the occasional human would somehow make contact with us. Oh, to see my old dairy light up again because a human wanted to speak to me made me feel little a little filly again.
Once upon a time, even through no pony bothered to stay awake long enough to gaze into the artwork I worked tirelessly to create there were humans who like you adored the night sky. It might not have been the one that I worked so hard to create but just the knowledge that such kind hearted beings dedicated some time every night to gaze up into the endless sea of stars and planets and truly enjoyed the wonder that was the artwork before them.
Sometimes they would even send me pictures of their night sky. I'm not going to lie, but I did recreate a couple of the ones that I really liked. It helped make me feel closer to my friends on the other side of the pages then ever before.
For a while there, I had quite the group of friends... but then they stopped talking to me. One by one they stopped replying to my messages. I didn't understand it at first. I thought I was doing something wrong. But then I got a message from the last friend I had left, Jacob. He told me that a bunch of men had come into his village and declared there was only one true god to be worshiped. When one of my friends had asked that they prove their god existed, the leader of the outsiders drew a sword and...
When that my friends had been sending letters to me, they did horrible things to them, declaring me a monster and them... and there was nothing we could do to help them. We're the goddess of the night and I was unable to do anything to aid them in anyway...
It didn't help that the end of Jacob's message was covered in a blood stain that will haunt me for the rest of my existence. I never heard from any of them ever again...
It was the start of one of the darkest periods of my life. I just, I just couldn't understand why it happened. I mean, there have often times been arguments between earth ponies, unicorns and pegasus that has resulted in violence, but there was always something of a reasonable cause behind it, such as the earth ponies depending more respect from their fellow tribes or the pegasus's wanting access to more magic or food.
Our little ponies have never even thought about killing and maiming each other simply because one of them liked my sister over us. We confess that this may have been because no pony ever did like us more then our sister, but I trust that it never would have come to such a thing.
We haven't heard from a human in over a thousand years. We are interested in learning what has changed for you. Do you still hold jousting tournaments? We still remember the legendary 'No Holds Barred' joust between Amule the Mighty and The Undertaker (The Undertaker was declared the winner after trampling Amule's rider and breaking the poor man's right arm.) I remember having drawings of The Undertaker on my bedroom walls. Now there was a stallion...
We tried to introduce the sport of Jousting, but sadly it never really caught on...
Back to the matter on hoof. To answer thy questions about our voice and mane. Tis quite simply really. After being...liberated from Nightmare Moon by the Elements of Harmony, I was drained both magically and physically. After a few months of resting, We felt more like ourself again. I hope that answers thy question and that you will continue to write to me.
I feel compelled to tell you about something mystical that has happened to me in my life; something that I cannot even explain, or fathom. Life tends to do that do you though, there are all kinds of odd mysteries that one may never be able to explain or make sense of. This is my story though:
Now to give you a little background to my story, there are a few things you should know about me. The first thing is that I’m actually an electrician, which is someone who works with electric equipment, which I feel is necessary to point out as I’m not too certain as to how Equestria handles their energy needs, I always assumed it was harnessed magic of some sort. The second thing that you should know is that I was recently hired by a very big company; I can’t name them as I don’t wish to put myself in jeopardy but I can tell you that they’re a big hush-hush kind of place. Government funded, keeps everything hidden under tarps, the works.
Anyways, I’ve been working there probably about six months, and something truly out of the ordinary has been happening. See I have this partner; well I had this partner anyways… Let’s call him Frank. The two of us are generally assigned to fix certain pieces of machinery around the facility and we usually did and didn’t ask questions about it. The pay was right, and the benefits were there, so we really had no room to complain.
It wasn’t until a couple of weeks ago though that we started hearing rumors around that some of the repair staff were disappearing. I recall over three engineers that I haven’t seen in days. No one was telling us anything; they were acting as if they had just got up and went on vacation.
Well Frank and I were working on a machine, same as always, and he gets shocked by a stripped wire. I laugh at him and tell him next time he should wear his safety gloves. Frank however seemed a little more disoriented that I expected he would be. He started complaining that he couldn’t breathe, and that he had this pain in his heart. My reaction is to rush him to the medical center. When I get there and explain what happened, the doctor just seems so calm about it, like this was a common occurrence. I had to admit I was a little bit suspicious of them then, but I really had nothing to go on.
Well a few days passed by, and I thought for sure that Frank was going to be another one of those workers that mysteriously “disappeared,” however I was more surprised that he returned about a week later.
The only problem was: something about him was different. He acted very nonchalant about the whole ordeal, and the way he was acting was as if his personality had been drained clean out of him. I suppose the weirdest part about it is that he doesn’t seem to have any recollection of ever being hurt. He says it is all a blur, but how could you forget something like that? He was crying when I brought him in, and Frank doesn’t just cry over anything. This was something big.
I had asked around after that, and I started to notice something similar to all these cases. Every single one involved the electricity somehow. One spark and they’d go into a fit just like Frank did. Now I know magic doesn’t exist within our world, so that drew me to only one conclusion: it’s alive. There’s something living in the circuits in this place. What it is, and why it’s here I cannot answer you that, but I do know that it wants something, and I’m certain that the higher ups know it’s there. They’re just keeping us in the dark about something so dangerous, but why?
I understand I may sound a little crazy here and you really have no reason to believe me, but I am telling you this all is truly happening. I don’t even know why I’m writing this to you, you don’t even know who I am, but I felt the need to get this off of my chest to someone. I just don’t know what to do anymore, or who I can trust is all… Sincerely, Electrical Repair Associate #85
Wow that's a long name. I'm just going to call you Mr Ed from now on for short. I knew a Mr Ed. Big stallion, rather smart guy who was always throwing out one liners left right and center, sort of didn't know when to stop talking. He would just prattle on and on and on and on and on and on like there was no tomorrow. The poor guy just couldn't take a hint about when he should stop talking and listen to other ponies.
Speaking of other ponies, I went and asked my friend Twilight what being an 'Electrical worker' must have been like. She started to talk and talk and talk about all kinds of things in huge, ginormous words and I sort of entered pinkie space around that point. Oh, have I ever told you about pinkie space? Oh wait, of course not because we've only just started talking to each other over letters and we haven't even met each other in pony yet. Maybe I should start planning a 'Welcome to Equestria' party for you Mr Ed! Won't that be fun?
Anyway, back to Pinkie Space. I discovered Pinkie Space one day when I saw Mrs Cake discussing new curtains with Mr Cake. While Mrs Cake was droning on and on about curtains, Mr Cake was...there but not there. His head would nod or shake at key points in the conversation, he would mumble the correct 'Yes dear' or 'No dear' at the right times and if he was called out on what Mrs Cake had just said he would reply perfectly. But he didn't appear to be there mentally.
When I asked him about it later, he took me into the kitchen and told me about how he had developed a trick so that his body could handle whatever is happening at the moment while his mind is working on something else. Thinking about how this would help me better plan parties, I asked him to teach me how to do it too while making my eyes all big and innocent looking... He folded like one of those fancy pastries from Prance when exposed to just about anything.
Now what was I writing about... oh yes. While pretending to listen to Twilight talk about how 'Electricity' was really Lightning wearing a funny hat and a pair of rubber booties, I was busy making some last minute small but vital changes to some birthday parties I had planned for the next day when an idea shaped like a large, heavy book falling from the sky struck me with all of its booky goodness.
When I regained consciousness later on, I got off of Twilight's sofa, told her I was perfectly fine and that I would put some fresh ice on the bump on my head when I got home and then came home and started writing this letter. And that is the story about my day.
...Wait...
Silly Pinkie, I almost totally forgot my brilliant idea!
It sounds to me like all you and your friends do is work, work, work. Maybe you should take them somewhere outside of the office and throw a party in their honor to celebrate all the hard work that you have all been doing. If nothing else, it might put everypony in a better mood and that simply cannot be a bad thing.
As for your lightning creature, you should do what I did when Twilight accidentally-on-purpose brought that large machine thingy she calls a 'Thinking-engine' down in her basement to life. I threw it a birthday party and gave it a nice, big fluffy teddy bear. It now sits down there all do, doing strange things to/with pie and cuddling it's teddy bear. Twilight tried to take it's teddy bear once because she didn't want to have to tell the Princess that one of the greatest thinking-engines in the whole world needed a big fluffy teddy bear.
Turns out all that does is make it have a temper tantrum and causes Hex to refuse to do anything until he gets his bear back so Twilight simply labels the bear as a vital component labeled the 'BFTB' whenever she has to write it in a report.
Hope this helps you out with your problems.
And of course there is magic in your world. You just have to go and find it.
Signed, Pinkie Pie.
PS: If you throw a party for the as yet named lightning creature, try not to spill anything on him. That's just rude.
Twi: pardon the grammar and spelling, I have a learning disability that messes with my body, and it doesn't do what my head tells it. I'm still learning to live with a lot of it. i get the idea behind Starswirl's "chow mein noodle" theory, though. and for pete's sake...take a break from the research every now and then! (this universe has a set of rules in it that kinda blocks a lot of stuff from happening unless it's from the other end, I think)
someone tell AJ I'm sorry, already. if they'd stop showing country gals as all flank and no brains, or trying to be Nightmare Moon and manipulate everybody to better her own situation over here, and make em normal mares for a change... I can't help it, ya ain't the only country pony around here, AJ! my tongue's kinda blunt.
Madame Rarity, I also apologise to you. we have seen your parents before they went on vacation, and believe I saw some frustration, there (and, no, madame, there are some things we do NOT observe. there are a few gentlcolts around even here in the country, and i can be...discreet)
Scoot, I guessed! everything we've seen so far says it! you HAVE a family, though, they're sitting right beside you! (AB, Sweeitie, would you apologize to your sisters for me, please?) PS: you'll fly someday, just keep believing.
Luna, thou art incredibly sexy (and tell thy sister to keep an eye on her faithful student when she has time. I am quite concerned that twilight shall take things too far again in her research)
yes, Twi, I'm worried about you. we have small windows into Equestria available to us in this particular universe I write from.
PS: spike, I just watched you deal with a bunch of teenage dragons. reminded me of my time at that age. love to see you fly someday, too.
Spike here. Twilight isn't at all pleased with you right now. I don't know what you wrote on this time, but when it arrived... you know those posters that people glue onto walls? It was sort of like that, only instead of on one of the walls it appeared on Twilight's right flank. She was rather annoyed by this but took the mature and sensible approach to the problem and merely decided that it wasn't intention and thus she should bare no ill will against you. At least, that was what she was willing to do right up until she removed the damn thing...
Having hung out with Rarity a lot, I often overhear her conversations. One of those conversations was about waxing. Apparently she waxes her eyebrows every now and then during her spa treatments. Normally I wouldn't remember anything spa related (I don't need to know how the system works if it produces a beautiful mare like Rarity) but I recall this one because it made me thankful I was a dragon and therefore didn't have hair. When waxing, always do with the hair, never against it. Waxing against the hair was simply incredibly painful and was a rookie mistake that most mares only made once.
Twilight didn't know about this rule. Currently, she is researching inter-dimensional travel for the sole intention of achieving vengeance by hunting you down. Exactly what she plans to do once she locates you is unclear, but I foresee a lecture in your future. Rarity was kind enough to make Twilight a dress long enough to cover the large rectangular bald patch on her right flank. I suspect she will be wearing it for a long time, since despite the pain it caused her the bald spot is kind of funny.
...How exactly did you see watch me make contact with a bunch of teenage dragons? Oh sweet Celestia am I going to have to follow Rarity's lead and tear about the Library piece by piece?!After Rarity got the part of your letter involving her, he employed Pinkie's help to tear her home apart in search of hidden cameras. She's currently missing some walls and I don't think she has slept in two days.
But for now I guess I should thank you for the kind words. I look forwards to the day when my wings will come in. It would just be so cool to be able to zoom around in the skies like Rainbow Dash. Plus, it would mark my triumph over ladders once and for all! They may be beating me in the scoreboards now, but once those bad boys start growing, WATCH OUT!
Sorry, I sort of got a little carried away there. Ladders are still the best way for small earth bound creatures to reach high places... for now.
Anyway, I've managed to collect the replies of all the other ponies you wanted to send messages to. Applejack didn't wish to write down a response since she was kind of busy and I'm willing to quote her saying something along the lines of “Just what in the name of Luna is this fool talking about now?” (Please don't ask me to write this with her accent. After all the years of training to be a scribe for Twilight and more or less having book after book of grammar shoved down my throat, writing in Applejack's accent is like nails on a blackboard to me.)
She was able to figure out that you were basically trying to say sorry. She has accepted the apology, but she is still a little sore over the whole thing so don't expect any replies from her in the near future. On the plus side, once Twilight figures out how to transport between dimensions Applejack won't be coming to buck your head in...for now anyway. Silver linings and all that.
...I'm almost afraid to ask, but why is a grown stallion spying on a group of fillies? For some reason I find the idea really unnerving...
I spoke to my older sister Rarity about it and she got really mad at the walls of her house for some reason. Her and Pinkie Pie started to attack them with crowbars, screaming something about 'Hidden Camera's ' or something like that. We didn't really understand what she was talking about so Applebloom's currently gone back home to ask her older sister about it.
You know what? You're right. They say you can't choose your family, but in this case my family choose me. If I didn't have Sweetie Bella and Applebloom in my life I... I honestly don't know where I would have ended up. But I doubt I would be as happy as I am now...
And one day I will start flying! When that day comes I will fly beside Rainbow Dash and it will be one of the most Awesome days of my life! I promise this in the name of the Cutie Mark Crusaders!
We...I... I don't know how to respond to thy words.
I have heard of poets and artists crafting masterpieces for both the ears and eyes that were inspired by a single night, a stray and wondering glance into the night sky above them. While we am still not used to the praise that our creations have long been overdue for, we have never been complimented like this before. Complimented by a member of a different species and a whole different world at that...
This...This will take us time to figure out. I might just go and visit Twilight and check up on her in the meantime. She sent a letter to my sister earlier with a request for a number of books from the royal library in order to 'Obtain Satisfaction'. I offered to take the books to Ponyville myself. After all, after everything that Twilight has done for me, helping her in her time of need would be my pleasure. I think I can honestly say that I would be more than willing to do just about anything she asked of me...
We are sorry to cut this short, but we must be off. Those books aren't going to transport themselves after all.
Having read the notes from the others, I have to admit that your odds are slim. Chances are that by now the 'truce' between you and Applejack is no more and it would seem that if Twilight play's her cards right she would be able to convince Princess Luna to aid her on the quest to hunt you down.
I would offer you some words of advice, but it would appear that I have to get things ready for a royal visitor.
I'm so sorry to here that about your last human companion. The time I live in would put murderers like that in jail. Humans don't joust anymore, and I can see why it wouldn't catch on there. Some unicorns use electronics from what I've gathered. Us humans use the too, but way more casually. A lot of humans like you better than Celestia, but not all. I will try to continue writing to you for as long as I can, Luna. I will also try to answer anymore questions you have about the human world.
P.S. If anyone/pony says your hot, or a hot momma it means your beautiful.
While it pains us to hear that justice arrived far to late to help or save my friends, We take comfit in the fact that others do not have to suffer the same fate as they did.
Tis a shame about thou giving up the noble and exhilarating sport of Joust. Jousting did take root for a time here when the unicorn nobility used earth ponies as mounts in order to settle disagreements and matters of honor. The practice more or less stopped hundreds of years ago and now other tests of strength and skill are used in Jousting's stead. While some of these sports are interesting to watch, there was just something about Jousting champions that could make a young heart go wild...
Electronics is a rather new development here. Barely fifty years ago the only sources of light a pony could depend on were the sun, the moon and candle light. Now light bulbs are standard in every new building. How time flies, hmm?
Celestia is more then worthy of the praise that is given to her. After all, she was able to maintain the cycle of both the Sun and the Moon during my...incident as well as continue to run the kingdom with barely a few hours of sleep where she could sneak them for a thousand years. I only remember bits and pieces of my time on the moon and what I do remember I honestly wish I could forget. She had to continue on day and night because there was no one there to help her... nothing I can do will ever truly make up for everything I did so foolishly all those years ago...
But, I confess that it is...nice, being wanted and liked. Even if I don't deserve it because of the bad things I have done...
Thank you. While mere words on a piece of paper cannot hold to contain just how much happiness your words bring me, know that you have brightened our night.
While there are many questions I could ask you about your world, there is one question that I always ask every few centuries or so. How does humanity view its moon? What sorts of gods and stories have sprung up because of it in the time that I've been...away? I've always felt that you can best learn about a ponies culture by asking how they view the world around themselves.
Thank you for writing to us.
Princess of the Night and Moon, Luna.
PS. Someone else was kind enough to inform me as to the meaning behind 'Hot Momma'. While I find the term flattering and some of the ideas that spring into the forefront of our mind are rather...confusing and entertaining, we are afraid that there is already a pony that I have my eye on that I really hope returns my feelings for her...them. I meant them.
Strange that you would know that someone else has called me 'Hot Momma'. You happen to know Chocolate Flash in person?
My name is Peter, and I want to tell you that you are so cool. I've always wanted to learn magic but it doesn't exist on Earth, and in Equestria magic is so abundant that it's ridiculous. And you may not know this, but humans are extremely advanced. Planes, trains and automobiles. Planes are like your pegasi, but much more streamlined and made of metal. Some are for commercial travel to bring humans from one city to another, or one nation to another and others are incredibly fast war machines. I know that you have trains, but you still only use steam-powered engines, whereas humans have engineered tracks with magnets in them and magnets in the bottom of the train where the wheels should be. Automobiles, or cars, are steel chassis with engines and wheels for quick ground transport. I wish to hear from you again!
P.S. What's it like being Princess Celestia's personal protege?
I am writing to you to tell you that your powers are AMAZING. Lifting the sun to go around a planet? That must be intense. However, Earth is not like Equestria. Earth rotates around our Sun, and our moon orbits us. It happens naturally. What is it like to be the ruler of a nation? Is it fun or hard? I've always wondered. I hope you write back.
The night sky is amazing. I've always looked up to the night sky and wondered how many stars there are. For humans, it's extremely uncountable, seeing as how there are estimated to be trillions and trillions and trillions. As the princess of the night for your nation, I am guessing that you know how many stars are in your night sky. Humans collectively are so entranced by the moon, that we landed 2 man onto it in 1969, with a spacecraft. Now, in 2012, getting there is not our main goal. We're trying to get to a whole different planet. We have sent satellites all over our solar system to learn whatever we can. We sent a space probe way beyond the last planet of our solar system. I hope you write back.
I wouldn't go so far as to say I was 'cool', or 'hip' or anything like that. I'm not really the sort who tries to keep up with current fashions or trends. That's more Rarity's thing. But I'm quite content with sitting down with a good book and researching a spell or discovering an ancient legend or even just reading a good story. The fact that you admire such traits in a pony is a good sign and should be encouraged however.
You know, you are not the first pon...person to say that human's are unable to use magic. However when you tell me of things like planes and automobiles I cannot even image just how it all must work. All the thought and effort that went into creating and improving such machines must have been incredible.
While I might not be able to research the matter due to a total lack of human test subjects, I have at least a basic theory that suggests that Humans might be like Earth ponies when it comes to magic. Earth pony magic is passive in nature, enhancing their abilities and thus allowing them to perform the back breaking labor that many of them find themselves doing. Human magic might also be passive in nature, with the exception that instead of growing physically stronger, they get more creative.
Of course, this is all just a theory. Worse still, it is a theory that no one would ever be able to prove or disprove due to the fact that no pony has ever met a human in person and sadly never will. Believe me, I've tired to find a way to do this. It simply cannot be achieved without both princesses and thousands of unicorns working together to weave together the most powerful spell in history. The results of which would send a single pony on a one way trip to any and all possible realities. While it would be ground breaking, the effort and the reward are simply not worth it. Maybe a few hundred years from now somepony will have a break through to make it easier to power and offer better directions. Until that day however...
I've been Celestia's student for as long as I can remember. Ever since I was a little filly. I've known no other life expect the one I am living now so I have nothing to compare it with. Still, I guess I would have to say that I'm lucky that I to have a mentor and secondary mother figure in Princess Celestia. Not many others get that chance and I try to honor and treasure every single day that I can bask in her knowledge and wisdom.
I'm sure that if you were given the chance to learn from your own Princesses then you would understand why I simply adore being Celestia's student.
It has been some time since a human such as yourself has written to me. Now that I think about it, I haven't signed my real name and station on one of these letters in over five hundred years. The last time I did, there was a slight slip up in communication somewhere along the line.
I merely sent a letter telling the young priestess I was writing to at the time about how a unicorn prince had offered me five hundred roses that had been shaped into love hearts himself by hood in a rather painstaking manner in an attempt to win my favor and possibly court me. While not the grandest or richest attempt at winning my affections, I do remember him and his roses fondly. Shame his descendants lack his charm and willingness to get their hooves dirty.
I'm not quite sure how the transaction happened, but the next letter I got informed me that the local humans living with my pen pal had taken to murdering each other and pulling the hearts out of their victims chests in order to offer them as tribute to their sun god in order to make their sun go around. After that I sort of made a point to avoid and downplay the whole 'Goddess of the Sun' thing. I really didn't want to accidentally lead to a whole new mess by writing the wrong thing.
Still, one cannot help but admire their level of dedication. Such a shame they couldn't have put it to use with their baking. A tribute of Cupcakes and other baked goods seems much more tasteful then cold hearts.
So humans have finally figured out the secrets of their sun again? That's good to hear. I tried to inform some of my later pen pals of this fact but they kept insisting that their sun went around their planet. It was rather annoying how pigheaded they were about the whole thing.
To answer your first question, moving the sun isn't as much of a choir as you might believe. Sure, the first time I managed to shift its position in the sky was rather straining and tiring, once I figured out how to do it normal unicorns could take over my duties for a couple of years every now and then so that I could have some rest. Of course they had to work in teams to do so but the point stands.
Making sure that all my little ponies are healthy and happy is a tiring but highly rewarding job. Of course, I often try to slip a little (okay, a LOT) of fun into my daily activities in order to avoid getting caught in a rut.
Of course, I would kindly welcome more letters from you in the future. The one you have already sent me has brightened my day and helps add a little sparkle to my normal routine.
Thy kind words about my domain are flattering, even if it is not my own creation that you admire. I am still getting used to writing in the more modern versions of languages that existed over a thousand years ago, but I'm pretty sure I mistranslated or misunderstood what you just wrote to me.
What do you really mean when you claimed 'humans have been to the moon'?
As sad as it is to say, the moon cannot support life on its own. Trust me, I know this for a fact. I mean, sure there was that time I believed that a Starbucks had opened up right near my favorite spot to just sit down and glare at the sun but it closed down shortly afterward because I was the only customer. Later it turned out that it had merely been a figment of my imagination that had manifested in some attempt at keeping my sanity after so many years of crushing loneliness...
Could you please clear up my confusion and inform me as to your true intent?
