Author's Note

There will be a theme song!
T_T ...No, it's not the MLP theme.

...Anyway, here's my character tag.

"It's a house... but filled with BOOKS!"

Mr. Original’s Dictionary
Original Edition

Cheerfully
/CHirfəlē/
adv.

-done in a very optimistic way w/ a happy facial expression (esp. w/ eyes closed)

CHEERFULLY

Epic Shrug
/epik SHrəg/
vb.

-when James/Conscience turns their back while shrugging,* lingering at the point where their arms are at or above their shoulders (esp. w/ afterimages of the arms during the shrugging motion)
*This gesture is almost always followed by the one of two catch-phrases:
1: "And I'm okay with this!"
2: "I'm not okay with this!"

[Previously]

Twilight walked out of the door, James walking beside her as she headed for the exit.

“So, you’ve at least seen some of the town, haven’t you?” she asked.

“Well, funny story actually,” he Signature Blushed as they opened the door. Then he froze. There was the streets, the buildings, the whole city... crowded with equines. Some were flying in the air, some were levitating bags with their horn, some had neither wings nor a horn.

Twilight noticed James stopped walking and turned around. Her face showed concern. “Um... James? ...Are you alri--”

POP!

James Pop Fainted.

However long it took for James or Conscience to recover from Pop Fainting depended on how severe the cause was. Seeing a really, really inappropriate scene in a movie? That would leave them knocked out for a good two minutes or so. Getting scared the sh*t out of at a surprise birthday gathering? They'd shoot right back up in a matter of seconds. In James's current case, the matter was more like the latter.
Thus, despite all his senses having to reboot, his mind was processing everything.

So, I have fallen into a world with civilization apparently completely made of talking horses. He then remembered that he was with a violet mare named Twilight. Colorful talking horses. ...Speaking of Twilight...

He began to hear a panicked voice as his senses were finally working again.

"James? James, are you okay?" it sounded pretty worried.

His vision had completely cleared, and he blinked as his X-eyes turned back to normal. He held up his hand, "Yes, I'm fine. Just had a little bit of a mind stop is all."

Twilight held a hoof to her chest as she breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew! I thought you might've... well..."

James caught on, "Oh no! Of course not! It happens all the time."

"I just thought I might've done something wrong, or something," she said.

"No, it was all me... well, sort of. It wasn't you, though," he assured her. "Just don't pay it any mind, it's normal."

Twilight looked uncertain. "Well... if you say so..."

They opened the door again, which had closed during James's 'episode', and walked down the steps. Almost instantly, a few equines passing by turned and looked on with quite the variety of expressions. James hadn't paid much attention to their apparel before. But now that he got a good look, he noticed that a good deal of them had some expensive-looking clothing. As James thought about it, he'd realized he couldn't help but expect that.

Despite his demeanor, James was always self-conscious. He wasn't sure why he started feeling that way, but he always felt like he was being watched. He was being paranoid and he knew it, but it didn't make that uneasy feeling in the back of his mind go away.
It was easier when he was with someone. Better when he was talking to them, he almost didn't care what it was about. As the two made their way through town, James tried once again to break the ice. However, Twilight beat him to it.

"So, James, if you don't mind me asking, where did you come from?" James nodded to himself. Of course he'd be asked that eventually.

"Heh. Well, that's reasonable question. Though I'm pretty sure I'm from here, just a different dimension... or something." As he thought about that, it gave him chills. He'd feel so proud of himself if he'd really had the ability to travel to a whole other place like that. But it was something he didn't think about much. He decided not to dwell on the thought. He did not want his head to (literally) explode in public.

Twilight looked at him and her eyes slightly widened. "Really? How did you do it?"

James told her everything... well, almost everything. He'd purposely filtered out everything that he deemed weird or unnecessary. Like his stomach cussing him out, him blacking out, ...and Conscience.

"And then Princess Celestia sent for you apparently, and voila, here I am." He was tempted to exclaim 'whazzaam!' again instead of saying 'voila,' because it sounded cool... and catchy. But he was in public. An unfamiliar public, no less.

"Wow. That's fascinating!" she smiled. Unlike earlier, her smile was much more sincere this time.

"Yes. Yes it is," James catch-phrased. "So what is it that you do, if that's not too much to ask."

"Oh, well I'm the princess's student, as you may already know," she responded.

"Okay."

"Then, there's my home, which is the library."

James's eyes lit up. "You live in a library?"

"Yes, the Canterlot Library."

James nodded in approval. "Respect. Is Canterlot the name of this city, or something?" Twilight nodded.

They came to a fairly long staircase to a tall building.

That is one skinny library. But I guess that's why it's tall.

James took a closer look at the roof as they ascended the stairs. It reminded him of one of those roofs of houses in another country in movies he'd seen. They sort of looked like roofs they had in... India? ...Meh.

They stopped in front of the door. "Well, here we are," said Twilight. And then she used her horn to telekinetically open the door, making James wonder why she paused like that, when the door wasn't even locked in the first place.

As the door had been opened, it revealed another staircase, which seemed to lead to a higher floor. Over the edge, James could make out large columns of shelves heavily occupied with books.

"It's rather simple in here, not a lot of decor or anything like that. ...Nice," James nodded.

"Oh, well, thank you," she sounded flattered. They walked inside. "Spiiike, I'm home!" she called out.

James looked over at her. "You didn't tell me you lived with anyone. Not that I mind, of course." He added that last part in case he came off as rude.

Before she could respond, a voice (a young one, James noted) called back from the upper floor, "Hi, Twilight!" The voice came closer. "So, what was it the princess wanted to talk to you... about?"

The owner of the voice revealed itself to be what was supposedly Spike. As he looked at James in confusion, James responded by waving Cheerfully.

Twilight smiled awkwardly at Spike, "James, this is my assistant, Spike. Spike, James." James nodded in acknowledgement.

Umm... dinosaurs don't usually have a different color belly from the rest of their body, do they? I don't know of anyone besides Yoshi. So... probably not. Still not sure, though.

One of James's specialties was sublime. If he didn't want to be direct, he would be subliminal. Either to manipulatively get an answer from someone without asking the question... or to get a message across.

"What do you know, there are other living things in this universe."

Twilight looked over at him. "Don't you have other living things in your world?"

"Oh, of course," James replied dismissively. "We've got a ton of different organisms."

"Are there ponies like us there?" she asked.

"Um, yeah. If that's what you call yourselves, then yeah... ponies." The word sounded completely foreign coming from James's mouth.

Spike suddenly jumped in, "Do they have dragons?"

James mentally patted himself on the back. His subliminal skills had served him well once again.

"Well, I wish I could tell you yes." He watched as Spike slightly deflated. He continued, "But if it makes you feel any better, we make loads of films about dragons. ...And ones that honor you. Then they name a lot of things after dragons." Spike's mood brightened as James said that.

"Wow...," he said dreamily, already lost in his imagination.

Twilight looked amused at Spike's face. "Heh. Well, anyway, Princess Celestia asked that James stay with me."

"Hope you like long stories," James muttered.

"...Alright then, I'm going to head out and read a few books," Twilight said, using her horn to gather her saddle bags. She then levitated a few tomes from a small table just visible from the bottom of the stairs.

And then, at the worst possible time, he, made his appearance once again.

"Wait, are you serious?" said Conscience.

"F*** my life," James said under his breath as he facepalmed.

Twilight and Spike, who was brought back into reality by the new guest, stared blankly. Twilight was the first to snap out of it.

"Um... James--?"

"Twilight, Spike, Conscience," James intoned.

"Wait," Spike recovered, "you mean, as in--"

"I'm his conscience," Conscience spoke up.

"Perfect, we're acquainted. Yaaay," James said in a monotonously low voice, as he threw his arms up in mock excitement. Then he deadpanned in Twilight's direction. "So you were saying you were gonna read some books while you were out?"

"Um... y-yes," Twilight stuttered, "I'll be back in about two hours. Are you guys going to be alright?"

"Twilight, what do you think we are? Toddlers?" Conscience replied.

"No. No we aren't," James catch-phrased.

"The mustaches say it all," they said in unison as they twirled the right half of their mustaches in perfect synchronization. They got the intended reaction, as Twilight was staring, dumbfounded for a good five seconds.

"Ooo-kay... so I'll be leaving now," she turned towards the door.

"Wait!" Spike called out. Twilight stopped and turned to look at her assistant. "You're not gonna leave me here with both of them, are you? ...No offense," he added as he looked at James and Conscience.

"None taken, believe me," James rolled his eyes. Sometimes he almost wondered how he could stand Conscience himself in the first place. Almost.

And since you mention it...

James lit up as he seized the opportunity to get a break from... well, himself, in a way.

"Excuse me, Twilight," he raised his index, "but I can't help but feel he has a point. After all, I can be a bit of a handful...." He narrowed his eyes at Conscience, who mirrored the gesture. "If you know what I mean." Conscience pretended to look troubled, but a mere moment later dropped the act.

"Psh, whatever," he crossed his arms dismissively and looked away.

"Plus," James once again raised his index, "I'm always down for a good book. You being a librarian, I'm sure you know some good reads." He looked at Twilight as he said this.

Twilight's eye twitched. Only Conscience didn't notice.

"You know what, Twilight? Forget about it. I'll be fine," Spike said, attempting to keep her calm. Much to his relief, he succeeded.

"Okay, I guess you're right, Spike. I'll be back before you know it," Twilight smiled warmly before walking out and closing the door behind her. Spike and Conscience's gaze lingered on the door for a few moments.

Then Conscience Epic Shrugged. "And I'm okay with this!" He turned back around. "Look on the bright side, James. We have the chance to get to know a real, living dragon!" He got dead silence in response.

They looked around the room. "Umm... James?" Spike called.

Conscience ran to a front-house-view window. He searched the crowd of ponies outside, eventually finding Twilight. As he looked closer he noticed an tiny,out-of-place-looking thing slightly sticking out of her saddle bags. A black-and-white thing. Conscience scoffed.

"He snuck off anyway," he said darkly as he narrowed his eyes... then he threw his hands up in the air. "Ah well! It's his loss."

Spike sighed, as he began to spruce up the house before Twilight got back.

Twilight briskly trotted through Canterlot. She felt a little guilty for throwing so much responsibility at Spike like she did. But she needed to finish reading the books she'd started, and had the feeling that it was going to be near impossible with her new guest. Or more accurately, guests. Little did she know, one of those guests didn't actually take their stay.

James had a great deal of elevation inside Twilight's saddle bags, with all the books she had inside. He'd managed to shrink himself with a Mini Mushroom while no one was paying attention. It surprised him that Conscience didn't catch him.

James used the strap to slightly cover his head, which was sticking out of the bag, so no one saw him. He could still see fine if he looked to his left or his right, which was the direction of the path Twilight was walking towards. On either side of him were a hole coming from the straps being lifted more than intended, due to James's head. It started to get rather uncomfortable, so he used his hand to support the strap.

Twilight was smiling as she continued to walk down the road, completely oblivious of her company. The trip to the park itself was calming to her, all her frustration pushed to the back of her mind. It was like a natural sedative. It took only about ten minutes to get there from home. Soon, she was walking along the grass of the park. James looked from his hiding spot as Twilight walked towards a grand-looking tree that stood out among the rest of the park. Then everything was still as he felt her levitate her saddle bags from her back. He watched as she trotted over to the tree, three thick books levitating next to her, and lie down to begin reading.

James considered giving himself a Super Mushroom to go back to his normal size, but thought against it. He didn't want to cause any more suspicion than he already might've from any of the citizens. Neither towards him nor Twilight. That would be unfair to her. So he decided he'd stay shrunken for the time being. He walked over to her. With her laying down, he was about a quarter of her size, not counting the height of her neck and above as she read. He walked past her barrel, and made it to her forelegs... then he jumped and landed right onto the middle of the book.

"AH!" Twilight recoiled. Eventually she recovered. "...James!?"

James Signature Blushed, "Guess who?" His voice's pitch was much higher due to the effects of the Mini Mushroom.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed, trying not to let anyone else hear her (even though there was hardly anyone even near her).

"Excuse me, Twilight," he raised his index, "but I can't help but feel he has a point. After all, I can be a bit of a handful...." He narrowed his eyes at Conscience, who mirrored the gesture. "If you know what I mean."

At this point, James wasn't sure if he was going to get a "yes" from Twilight. Spike was looking between Conscience and Twilight, but for some reason, not him. Twilight seemed to be too lost in thought to even stay aware that anyone was right next to her. She'd probably jump if someone said her name, she seemed so distracted. That only left his conscience, who was staring right at him. However, he was staring attentively at Conscience's body language, waiting for the moment to strike.

Conscience pretended to look troubled, but a mere moment later dropped the act.

NOW!

"Psh, whatever," he crossed his arms dismissively and looked away, James immediately pulling out a Mini Mushroom afterwards. As he ate it, he heard its trademark chime.

He looked at Twilight. "Plus," James once again raised his index, "I'm always down for a good book. You being a librarian, I'm sure you know some good reads." One of the side effects of the Mini Mushroom was that it made your voice pitch higher, and slightly quieter. Thus, James had to speak in an even deeper voice, and project his voice a little more. His pitch was barely just a bit too high still, but fortunately for him, no one seemed to notice.

Twilight's eye twitched. (She still had that distant look, and didn't even look at James when he spoke.) Only Conscience didn't notice.

"You know what, Twilight? Forget about it. I'll be fine," Spike said, attempting to keep her calm. Much to his relief, he succeeded. At this point, James noticed the extra distraction and seized his opportunity. He effortlessly jumped right into her left saddle bag.

"Okay, I guess you're right, Spike. I'll be back before you know it," Twilight smiled warmly before walking out and closing the door behind her.

"You snuck into my saddle bags while I wasn't looking!?" she exclaimed, temporarily forgetting her intended facade of inconspicuousness. Fortunately for them, they were the only two there a that point. Furthermore, the tree Twilight was under was closer to the middle of the park, rather than the edge of it.

"Correction, Twilight. I snuck into your saddle bags while no one was looking, not even Conscience... and that's saying something," James deadpanned as he said that last part.

"Do you do things like this all the time?" Twilight asked, sounding exasperated.

"Oh, no," James waved his hand dismissively. "I do it here and there. But it depends on the case. Like, if a someone's evil, and holding you hostage to get to someone close to you. And then they tell you to stay there while they answer the door, and on the other side is their intended target. You're not going to not stop the criminal from doing anything terrible to you or someone you care about.

"You know... dire situations."

"This was 'dire situation?'" she intoned.

James mirrored her deadpan expression. "...And then there's the few exceptions."

Twilight continued to deadpan at him.

"I mean jeez, Twilight! Is it so wrong for a guy to want to read something?" he continued.

Her expression softened. "...Oh. Is that all? Why didn't you just ask?"

James deadpanned as he raised an eyebrow. "I did, but then you were staring into space, and then your eye twitched. Which apparently had your assistant on edge, so he stopped pressing and agreed to stay with both me and Conscience."

"Oh," Twilight frowned. "...Sorry."

James smiled Cheerfully. "Well, I'm here now. And I'm okay with this!" he Epic Shrugged. Then he turned around to look at the book she was reading. "So, what is this?"

"Well, this is a science fiction novel I had started on yesterday night. I was planning on finishing it up," she replied.

"Oh, that's cool. Can I read, too?"

"Of course," Twilight smiled.

Meanwhile at the library, Spike was finishing with tidying up the house. It had been a little past one hour since Twilight and James left.

"Aaand, done," he said triumphantly to himself as he dusted off the last shelf. As he looked around the place, his eyes fell on a figure standing in the corner of the wall.

Oh yeah, I forgot he was here.

Spike walked over to Conscience. "Hey, are you alright? You've been awfully quiet over here."

Conscience turned around. "Yeah, I'm okay, nothing wrong," he assured him. He had a book open in his hand.

"You know, you don't have to stand up, let alone in the corner. We have a couch," Spike gestured behind himself to a couch in the opposite corner of the room.

"Thanks, but I'm fine where I am," Conscience replied as he continued reading.

"Oh, well, okay..." Spike trailed off as he turned and walked away.

Well, I'm done cleaning the house, so what to do now...?

Spike thought for a moment. A short moment after, his eyes lit up.

I haven't wrapped my gift for Moon Dancer yet. I can do that now!

And so he headed toward the closet, where he had it, and opened it. Inside was a small, square box. Next to it the wrapping paper and scissors, as well as the ribbons. Inside the box was said gift. Spike grabbed all of the above, and walked back into the main room where Conscience was still silently standing and reading. There, he made his way to the middle of the room, and set everything down. As he began wrapping, Conscience looked up to find the cause of the broken silence. He raised an eyebrow as he saw Spike on the floor with gift-wrapping supplies. His curiosity piqued, he closed the book he was reading, returned it to its initial spot on the bookshelf (which was right next to him), and walked over to him.

"What's that?" he asked as he looked over Spike's shoulder.

Spike jumped, startled by the voice behind him, but just as quickly recovered. "Oh, this is a present for Moon Dancer's party. She's holding one later today."

"Moon Dancer? Huh... does she set up gatherings like this often?"

"Well, not really. More like, here and there."

"Oh, okay...," Conscience trailed off. He watched as Spike started struggling with the box and wrapping paper. "So, what did you get for her?"

"It's a teddy bear," Spike replied.

Conscience looked at him in confusion. "Um... how old is this Moon Dancer again?"

"Oh she's around Twilight's age."

"..."

"I thought she'd like it," Spike continued, apparently oblivious to the silence.

"...Alright...," Conscience sounded subtly uneasy. He hadn't realized Spike was still struggling with the box and paper until he heard him grunt in frustration. "Is this the first time you've done this?"

"Well, no. I've tried to bring something to a party a few times befo--"

"No no, I mean, is this the first time you've wrapped a gift?"

Spike stopped and looked at him. "No. But I never was really good at doing this sort of thing."

"Does Twilight know how?"

"Well, yeah, but she has magic. So she wouldn't be able to teach me. Besides, even if she could teach me, she'd always be too busy studying to have time to teach me."

"Did you just say 'magic?'" Conscience asked incredulously.

"...Yeah, what of it?"

"...So... Twilight's horn started glowing and the door opened. That was--"

"Magic, yes."

"...Spike, you definitely need a gift wrapping teacher. And given the circumstances, it appears I must be that teacher," Conscience said, trying to change the subject. He succeeded.

Spike looked up and smiled at him with hopeful eyes. "Really?"

Conscience smiled back, "Sure." He was rather taken aback when Spike gave him a hug.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" Spike sounded excited.

"Uh... yeah, sure thing," Conscience said uneasily. It wasn't that hugs felt alien to him, far from it, actually. However, he was surprised that Spike had opened up to him so much, so quickly. It had been only about an hour since they met each other, and here Spike was, hugging him like he'd known him for years. Or a day, at least.

As Spike pulled away, Conscience spoke up. "So, the first thing we need to do is get a good idea of how much wrapping paper we'll need to wrap the gift," he said, holding up the roll of wrapping paper. Spike watched attentively as Conscience continued. "Fortunately, this has three precise dimensions, since it's a rectangular prism, better yet a cube shape. It's not anything abstract, and that's a good way to start when learning."

He placed the gift wrapping paper on the floor before rolling out about three feet of it. "Usually, you'll want to make sure the paper you cut off to use is three to two-squared times the size of the box. That would apply to a perfectly square box, or at least one that's really close to one."

"Two-squared?" Spike asked.

"Yeah, you know, the number after three?"

"...Four?"

"Yes, that number."

"Why can't you just say four?"

"I just don't like the number."

"..."

"...Anyway, after you've made your measurement, you should place the box about three-fourths to either side of the wrapping paper. Of course, this is when the paper is longer when laid horizontally."

"...You said the number," Spike spoke.

"I'm sorry?"

"You said the number four."

Conscience shook his head. "No, no I said 'fourths,' with a 'T-H.' Not that number. There's a difference. Excuse my rudeness, but please don't interrupt unless it's important," his eyebrows slightly furrowed for a second.

Spike nodded.

"Good. Now let me get caught up." Conscience pulled out a brown cardboard box about twice the size of Spike's. Spike was tempted to ask where he got it, but held his tongue. Conscience quickly repeated the steps he went over, and soon, he had a strip of wrapping paper reasonably proportional to the size of the box.

"There. The next part is rather simple. Now do as I do." Spike nodded. "First, you'll want to wrap the box from the short sides," he explained as he put his words into action. Spike did as instructed. "Then you wrap the longer sides," he wrapped the longer ends of paper around his box, while Spike did the same with his.

"Now you're ready for the ribbons," Conscience said as he pulled out a paperweight and put it on top of his box to hold it. Then he walked over to Spike. "Now, here is where this gets rather tricky..."

Twilight was already halfway through her second book. James didn't say anything, but he was slightly pissed at how fast she was reading. At first he was trying to read at a decent pace, but when he got a little past the first page, she'd already be done and turn to the next pair of pages. It exasperated him to the point where he decided to ask her if she was just skimming through the book.

"No, why would I want to do that? I might miss something important!" she almost sounded offended.

"Well, I couldn't help but ask, considering it looks like you're reading a thousand words per minute," James exaggerated.

"I don't read that fast," Twilight defended.

"Sure you don't," James deadpanned as he looked down at the book again. It was only at least ten seconds, before Twilight turned to the next page.

"F***!" James snapped.

Twilight recoiled in shock at the sudden outburst. "Wh-what?"

"F***. The f-word. F-star-star-star," James deadpanned.

"What did you say that for?"

James squinted in confusion at the sincerity of Twilight's question. "Um, because I was pissed off. At you reading so fast. Why else?"

"Okay, but who just does that out of nowhere like that?"

James gave an odd look towards the camera before turning back to Twilight. "Um... Twilight? Back in my universe, there's a countless number of others who do that."

"...Seriously!?"

"Can we f*cking drop the subject!? ...Please?" James added as an afterthought.

"Yes! Yes we can," Twilight's eye twitched.

Oh boy, I got her worked up again.
...
...What a lightweight. But then again, I'd be a hypocrite if I said that I didn't.

"...Why don't you read out loud? You know, so both of us can enjoy the books?"

"Ugh...fine," Twilight groaned.

"Hey, I did it!" Spike cheered.

"See? I knew you could do it!" Conscience replied. "It looks nice."

In front of Spike was a completely wrapped gift box. It was done with red wrapping paper, and tied with gold-ish yellow ribbon. It looked amazing. Conscience had an identical one, the only difference being the larger size.

"I'll say. And in good time, too!" Spike pointed at the hourglass.

Conscience looked in confusion at the hourglass. He had almost forgotten about it until Spike said anything about it, despite its size. He couldn't miss it. So how did he forget? Not to mention...

"How do you tell the time on that thing?"

Oh, it's easy. The sand is supposed to represent twelve hours. When all the sand goes into the bottom, then it's either twelve at noon, or twelve midnight. As soon as the last grain of sand falls, it flips itself over to restart the cycle."

"...What the f***?"

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing," he remembered what Spike said about magic. "How does it flip itself?"

"Oh, Twilight cast a spell on it."

"Oh," Conscience responded as he understood, "Okay, I guess that makes sense."

"You should come with me. I'm sure Moon Dancer would be thrilled to meet you."

Conscience Signature Blushed, "Well, as much as I'd love to, I'm not exactly familiar with everyone."

Twilight opened her third book and began to read. James stood in front of her, listening as she read.

"Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria..."

What in the f*ck! James raged in his head.

"...there were two regal sisters who ruled together, and created harmony for all the land."

I call bullsh*t!

"To do this, the eldest used her unicorn powers to raise the sun at dawn. The younger, brought out the moon to begin the night. Thus, the two sisters maintained balance for their kingdom, and their subjects, all the different types of ponies."

...Wait, that's it? They raise the sun and moon? ...Meh, she did say all the land, that doesn't apply the anyone.

"But as time went on..."

I knew there was a catch...

"The younger sister became resentful. The ponies relished and played in the day her elder sister brought forth, but shunned and slept through her beautiful night."

Aaand, jealousy is the way this story goes down. It's a shame... hey, that's a good song! James began to play the song in his head as he continued to listen.

"One fateful day, the younger unicorn refused to lower the moon to make way for the dawn."

*gasp* WHATTHEF*CKISSHEDOING!?

"The elder sister tried to reason with her."

Oh, I see where this is going...

"But the bitterness in the young one's heart, had transformed her into a wicked mare of darkness: Nightmare Moon."

...Oh... well, damn.
...The f*ck...?

"She vowed that she would shroud the land in eternal night."

Oh, that is dark... messing with the balance of nature like that...

"Reluctantly, the elder sister harnessed the most powerful magic known to ponydom: the Elements of Harmony."

Okay, one: the most powerful? That's... almost disappointing. Two: ponydom? I mean, is there even a word like that in our universe? I think NOT! ...But I could be wrong. James looked at the Elements of Harmony in the book. ...Words cannot describe a thing in my head right now...

"Using the magic of the Elements of Harmony, she defeated her younger sister, and banished her permanently in the moon."

James's eyes widened as Twilight read that part.

Holy, f*ck! I don't even think horror movies are this dark!

"The elder sister took on responsibility, for both sun, and moon, and harmony has been maintained in Equestria for generations since."

...That was the most heartbreaking sh*t I've ever heard in my life. Of course, he was exaggerating to himself.

"Hmm, Elements of Harmony. I know I heard of those before... but where?" Twilight pondered, looking at the sky.

No you haven't, Twilight. I'm can surely guess you've never even heard of the Elements until now, James thought as he deadpanned at her.

His thoughts were interrupted when Twilight picked up books and trotted over to her saddle bags. "Wait, that's it? We're leaving?"

Twilight put on her saddle bags and looked over at him. "Aren't you coming?" she asked.

"I'll take that as a yes," James ran up to her and jumped into her saddle bag. Once again, he jumped into the left one.