Sometimes, there is more to everything than what comes to meet our eyes. The sincerest of children, as they may appear - may be vicious at heart, while the most daunting of ponies may be the kindest you may meet. It stems from what we are raised to believe, seeing children as the innocent, the elders as the sometimes not so innocent... but with all that in the past, here we often stand to judge so quickly.
And we all know how the phrase goes.
Never judge a book by its cover.
A cool breeze blew through the library as Twilight walked into her abode, taking a moment as she stood in the threshold to take a deep breath in and appreciate the smell of books. That old, musty smell that had comforted her, and made her feel at home. Home, home. Not just in Ponyville, but with her parents back in Canterlot. A small smile cracked upon her lips as her mind revelled in the memories of her childhood; a room filled to the brim with books, a few toys strewn across the floor, and Smarty Pants held tight in Twilight’s arm. Her eyelids slid open slowly, her deep purple eyes glistening with joy. At least I’m home, she thought to herself. A long week in Canterlot under the guidance of Celestia, something that always was a great experience, yet so daunting.
She took a few steps in before swinging her hoof back to the door to close it, the familiar hollowed thud of her hoof against the door and the squeaking hinges all falling into place as memory had it. One thing, however, was missing; the ever subtle click and the gentle slamming against the frame never came, but was rather replaced with an elongated squeak as the door fell swung back open slowly.
Twilight turned her head ever so slightly towards the entrance of her home to see the door she thought had just closed cracked open, and slowly opening. Setting her saddlebags off to the side, she slowly walked towards the door as her hooves made a hardly audible clicking against her hardwood flooring. Reaching a hoof out, she grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open, expecting to see somepony. There was no one there, not even the snickering of little foals, nor the embarrassed cries of Fluttershy. To her, this was a rather strange thing, but it could be explained by an open deadbolt, even though it hadn’t been sticking out when she came to the door.
She began to slowly close the door once again, before a small object that lay in the threshold caught her eye. Reaching down to further examine this foreign object, she determined it to be a book; and thought that someone may have come back to return it. The thing was, it had no discernable title, as well as it was smaller than most of the books she generally held in the Library. She picked it up and brought it inside with her, setting it upon a pile of books. Twilight walked back over to her saddlebags to unpack her various accessories where they belonged before a ruffling of paper and a small thud quietly reverberated through her home. Turning back, she could see the book she had just brought in, its cover facing upwards... but this time it had a title.
Twilight Sparkle, it read. She squinted as she looked towards it, the golden embossed letters baffling her. Just moments before, she could have sworn it didn’t have a title. She would have sworn it on Celestia herself, but there it was - with her name across it. Carefully walking over to the book, she picked it up in her hooves and turned it in her hooves, looking to see if anything else about the book had changed. Much to her disappointment, nothing was amiss. That was until she came back to the cover, which now read Open Me. Twilight recoiled slightly, amazed by this new book,
