Tomb of Magic

With Sombra still outside-thank goodness-I had to do something. Gazing around I looked at my rune guide and the books from the museam spilled around the floor near the bed.

Sombra's lessons did help...I should be able to read them. Now or never. Who knew when I would get another chance? They may contain some useful spells, although that did not explain why they were referred to as 'journals'.

Levitating everything over to the table, I curled up on a chair. Apparently, the table magically spawned them whenever somepony moved to sit down. The plush recliner was covered in soft felt and just right for avid reading.

I picked up the first journal, gently lifting the aged cover and began to read its graceful, flowing runes:

To-day, after a sun-cycle, We write from the Tower observing this desolate vale. Not a thing of interest happened, although that ragamuffin of a chimney sweep, Kawblance is still missing.

We have no news of the Courts since 'Mina has not returned. This could prove dreadful.  What if another war breaks out? How will such a thing affect the heavenly motions? If such an event occurs We would have to defend the Other. There are only so many things I can do to aide her, even if she does not know it.

Above all We-I-are meant to rule. We must never forget that.

Clover said that We should be studying arcane knowledge, but We shall not being more powerful then her and having better things to do since a trip to the Unicorn Court was rumored and We will need to look presentable: our iron circlet, lacy gown and ribbon boots will do. The rare dyes We made and added to the fabric will stun the lords and ladies.

We-I-will need to curb some of the mannerisms if success is to be achieved. The game of the tribes is both cloak and dagger, both subtle and flamboyant. And if I am to win anything in this tournament of deception I will need to play my cards carefully.

More importantly, I will need to continue to play this game alone and its rewards will be mine alone.

It is time for my star to shine,

Solara

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I decided to take a peek into another one of the journals seeing as this one was a little to cryptic and this Solara almost gloating his or her political standpoint. I bet Sombra-swirl and this pony would get along a little too well.

This next journal, just as ancient was written in plain almost dull script. Though what they had to say was anything but dull.

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We now start our third volume of recordings. Since this is a new book maybe We should introduce ourself again, for We feel as if We should, for anew journal is a new friend. We think...

The name I write is Selene, I am a student of magics in the Magicspire. I was young when my home and family vanished and  foreign to this segregated land. My tone may be formal but inside I am scared. I, or 'We' as you will read, frequently write using this plural. It mirrors our speech.

The Magicspire is home to a unicorn named Starswirl the Bearded who is powerful among his kind. He holds us in this vale like a manticore holds prey. Perhaps even like a glacier holds its secrets. There are many glaciers here. Do these ponies have naught but glaciers every-where?

By 'us' We 'speak' of the other apprentices. Solara, who is our elder and changed. Next is Kawblance a mean spirited pony of crystal from another country neither of us have been to.

Although Starswirl has.

Clover is the third but she will graduate soon and keeps no journals, off to the Unicorn Court she will go. But even there she will not be free.

More to-marrow.

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To-day We have more time to write, and can tell you more about myself and where We dwell. Our 'name' as you already know is 'Selene'. My parents are lost. The tower We live in is in a small vale, a days flight in either direction but is plagued by constant winds. We have a small room in which my few belongings are located: quills, inks, a few scrolls, my blade, and a cloak.

This tower, as previously stated, is home to the unicorn wizard Starswirl. He is haughty and cruel. Before this We were a wanderer in lands far south but 'decided' to stay and learn magics. This journal is charmed by myself so We can keep it from prying eyes like the lore-greedy ones of Starswirl.

Despite Starswirl having his own 'names' for each of us We refuse to write my true name it is private and a demon like Starswirl deserves no knowledge of it.

My skills involve arcane magics, combat, and blade fighting, though I have more. We are dark in color with a medium length mane that curls slightly at the tips.

Little book We shall call you Grimoire.

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Grimoire to-day while We were out strolling in the woods without Banshee, our wolf friend We heard a noise among the trees. This was deeper then most ponies of the vale dare to go so We were a bit startled. Mayhap it was Kawblance who is Starswirl's servant.

We do not know much about him other then that Starswirl went to an exotic country looking for a servant and came back with a young pony that was Kawblance.  He is slightly shorter then an average grown pony but is the shortest amongst us. His coat is always sooty and I can't tell what color he would be under it. He often wears a tattered brown-hued robe.

Solara and I have been apprentices longer then he has.

Kawblance is about eleven winters old. We do not remember an exact date.

When Mother and Father were still here things were done differently. Ages were measured in years not winters.

Nopony but Solara and I know what a year is.

Strange...