Generations ago, a young unicorn scholar aspired to create a library that would surpass the hallowed archives of Canterlot.

A library that, while small, would hold tomes that the greatest of equestrian scholars would kill to possess for their own.

The scholars quest took him decades and leagues, culminating at the feet of a powerful yet fickle god who, upon hearing the scholar's quest, gave him a key which would open doors to realms unheard of. Realms which would of course possess books that would make the scholar's library the greatest of them all.

Pleased, the scholar wasted no time in making use of this wonderous device. Forgetting, in his impatience and haste, to ask the god one, rather important detail; How does he return home?

Thus, thanks to his impetus, the scholar was left to walk, or trot, across landscapes as alien as they are beautiful, in an attempt to find his way home.

Meanwhile, his library, the child of his hands, was left to its dust-filled slumber. Slumber, until Twilight Sparkle arrived in Ponyville, on the day of the Summer Sun Celebration.

But here is a truth that addresses all who wander, either by choice or circumstance. Sooner or later, all wanderers will return home …