Memory of Magic

I dedicate this memoir to my faithful teacher, the Grand Magician Starswirl the Bearded, whom I have come to regard as my father. May he rest in the bliss of the Meadows of Eternity forever.

I write this in times of trouble. The passing of my mentor had affected me greatly, and I think no amount of consolation would ever do me right ever again. My heart aches because I did not see him the day he died. Rather, I had abandoned him. We had a quarrel the night before, and I left without saying a word. Now that he is gone, how could I ever be forgiven?

King

Luna had been consoling me from the very beginning. She stood by my side during the funeral, and to this day still stands by me when I need closure. I confided much about Starswirl to her, even though I know she knew Starswirl as much as I knew him. It is good to have friends who cared.

Sehrgroß

To rid me of my sorrow, she suggested that I write a memoir about him. She urged for me to tell the world about his magnificence, and not let any single creature be ignorant of who he was. Thus I dedicate my blood, sweat and tears for his remembrance.

Library

Teacher, I beg your forgiveness. I am an imperfect and overzealous student. But allow me to carry your legacy forward and put it on the highest pedestal, so that all may see your workings.

Find it

Day of the Summer Sun, Year 15 since the Crowning,
Clover the Clever