“The ‘H’ Cafe certainly knows how to put together a daffodil and daisy sandwich,” said Twilight Sparkle as she entered the library.

“It wouldn’t hurt them to try a gem recipe or two,” mumbled Spike, following her. “I mean, I like hay fries as much as the next pony, but...” He shrugged, grabbed the broom, and proceeded to complete his daily chores.

Twilight headed into the next room of the library in search of her afternoon checklist. I know I put it in here somewhere, she thought to herself. She was so intent on her search that she almost didn’t notice the figure in the corner. However, a slight rustle and a cough drew Twilight’s attention to that corner. It was a white pony with a black mane. She was wearing a black traveling cloak and resting on a pillow with a history book between her hooves. A saddle bag rested on the floor nearby. She was looking directly at Twilight.

“Hello there,” said Twilight. The pony blinked.

“You know, you’re the first pony I’ve seen in here actually reading history books, other than myself, of course. Most ponies would rather check out the next Daring Do novel. What’s your name?”

The silent pony did not respond. She deliberately closed the book, stood up, and placed the book back on the shelf behind her. Ignoring Twilight completely, she scooped up her bag with her teeth, placed it on her back, and made her way out the door without so much as a backward glance.

“Well, that was weird,” said Twilight. “At least now I can reshelve my books in peace without tripping over anypony.” She took a step back. Spike chose at that very instant to stand behind her with his broom.

“I’m finished-”

CRASH!

Twilight, Spike, and the broom lay in a tangled heap on the floor. As Twilight stared disapprovingly at a sheepish-looking Spike, Pinkie Pie bounced into the room, took one look and jumped on top, yelling “Dogpile!” She giggled and said, “Hey Twilight, I just saw a new pony in Ponyville, one I’d never seen before, and I wanted to throw her a welcome party but she acted like I wasn’t even there, so I decided instead to throw her a surprise party, but then when I went to go look for her to bring her, she was GONE!”

Twilight teleported herself out from underneath the jumble of hooves, claws, and pink mane, and began placing books back on the shelf, using the magic in her horn to levitate them into place. “I think saw the pony you’re talking about.”

“REALLY?! Where is she? Huh? Huh? Huh? Is she hiding?” Pinkie Pie bounced up and started flinging books and cushions around, while Spike sat on the floor where she left him, staring grumpily at the mess she was making.

“I can’t take it any more! I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” Spike got up and stomped up the stairs, dragging his broom behind him.

“Calm down, Pinkie,” Twilight said. “You must have just missed her. She was here a few minutes ago, but when I asked her what she was reading, she got up and left. I have a feeling you may have to put her in the ‘Cranky Doodle Donkey’ category, if you know what I mean. Just leave her alone for now, and maybe she’ll come around.”

“Oh.” Pinkie sat there for a minute, her mane threatening to deflate.

“Maybe you could throw the welcome party anyway, and let her come if she wants to. Besides, everyone loves a good party. Especially your parties.” Twilight smiled at her kooky, exuberant friend. She could swear she saw Pinkie’s mane get even bigger as the idea sunk in.

“Oh Twilight, that’s a great idea! I’m going to tell everyone in Ponyville!” And away she went, bouncing out the door into the sunshine. A second later she heard a thump and a splash and Pinkie's voice giggling, "Hi Rarity! Coming to my party later?" Twilight shook her head and smiled.

***

The white pony with the black mane stood on a small hill outside Ponyville. It had been a risk, but it was worth it. Unfortunately, she had been interrupted by that lavender-coloured librarian before she had found exactly what she was looking for. Not to mention the crazy pink stalker she had to avoid all day. Still, she had come to the library she saw in her dream, and she was not going to leave until she found what she was looking for. She walked down the hill on the side facing away from Ponyville. There was a small cave there, where she had been staying. There was a small pile of books hidden under a rock in there, but she did not bother with them just yet. Instead, she settled down on the ground near the entrance, pulled her cloak closer around herself, and waited for night, when the dreams would come. And as she closed her eyes, she began to levitate.

***

Luna watched from her sister's balcony through the telescope. Though she usually gazed up at the stars, tonight she was watching the unusual white pony. She had been watching her for some time now, and her existence was like a nagging itch in the back of Luna's mind, reminding her of her presence. It was this feeling that guided her search for this strange pony every night for two years, and no matter where she travelled, Luna always knew where she was.

As part of her duties, she monitored the dreams of everypony, but tonight she was interested in this one pony. This pony's dreams were unsettling and confusing, and though she had been tempted to enter them, something always held her back, while at the same time drawing her in like a magnet. She had resisted the siren song of this pony's dreams. But sometime soon, she would visit the dreams...

Author's Note

So, this is basically my first story ever. Just thought I'd mention it.