Dear ponies of the past,

You are probably wondering how I, Saffron Swirl, the world's new favorite pony, (probably exaggerating on the last part) got this letter to you? You probably are. It's complicated, so bear with me. Good thing I have a whole diary to fill! It all started in a place that nobody would have guessed. It all started in school.

Yesterday's history class made everything click. In class, we learned about six special ponies named Fluttershy, Rarity, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack (Hopefully you guys). ~~They~~ You seemed so special. I'm not that special. The only thing that makes me all that special is my talent . Every pony has a talent. It's not that big of a deal, really. Well, why do I like my talent? I use it to make money.

Yes, I do really use my talent to make money. Not illegally of course! My talent is magic. Not an ultra-special, super-powerful kind of magic, but magician magic. My cutie mark is a magic 8 ball, if you care. I put on little magic shows on weekends for the ponies in my high school. Today's magic show, I decided to try something new. I was going to make wings out of metal. First, I needed to locate the nearest metal. There's a spell for that! I made the "metal" come out of the ground. It was in an odd, scary shape. All the other ponies ran away. I knew just who to ask.

My mom is a scientist. She can figure out absolutely anything. I decided it was best to call her out. She ran over, and I pointed out the odd metal. She looked at me in the eye. I knew not to mess with Mom! I simply nodded and let her do what she does best. I went inside and waited for around ten minutes. "Saffron!", Mom called me back. I ran outside. Mom told me, "I figured it out. It's a time machine for small objects. Place your object here, turn the dial to choose the, day, year, month, day, and time, press the button, and away it goes!" I was in pure amazement.

Then I came up with an idea. The greatest idea of all time. I can't fit in the machine, but a small book can. I bought a notebook and started writing. I'll write until this book is filled, and send it through the machine. Then it'll get to you, you'll learn about the future, and I'll go down in history.
Love,

Saffron Swirl, your new pen pal (sort of)

Author's Note

UGH I FORGOT TO SAVE AND I HAD TO WRITE IT ALL OVER AGAIN!!!!! I hope Saffron isn't a mary-sue to you guys. Constructive critisism accepted!