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In the cool morning air, a single pony walks about.

With a coat of green and a mane of purple, he walks towards a large building on the outskirts of the small village he lives in. It's a new looking building compared to the rest of the town, made of brick and sturdier things than the comparable huts of the townsponies.

Once he reaches the building, he removes a key from his saddlebags and unlocks the massive oak doors that are set in the center of the wall. He steps by a sign next to the building and flips it over from closed to open.

The building is the town library, the funding to build it provided by the crown to increase the general literacy of the kingdom. The stallion going into the building? Stalwart Stars. A unicorn university graduate from the capital, paid by the crown to live in what is honestly a middle of nowhere town.

inside are shelves upon shelves of books. An expensive commodity even today with the Griffin invention of the printing press. The shelves stretch high into the air, high enough that a pegasus would be more useful than a unicorn to get books for those who cannot reach. That is, if anyone came into the library to begin with.

Stalwart sighs and looks to the east side of the room, towards windows and their fancy time keeping device. The shadow was at seven after morning and he looks forlornly at the tall shelves, long since organized. He then turns towards his desk, small and filled with his own research projects and doodles of inventions that would never get past design, let alone prototypes.

He moves to the desk and takes his seat, preparing to be there for the next, he looks to the time window, five or so hours, Doing nothing but doodling impossible inventions and trying to find some proof that higher beings exist.

Two hours, two hours of the same thing. Sitting, drawing, researching. This wasn't the life Stalwart was expecting to find out of his academic life.

He wasn't expecting excitement, but at the very least he was expecting more than one project, and boredom beyond belief.

He sighs and gets up, walking towards the back of the library. He knew of some reference materials back there that he wanted closer to himself, so that he could more easily read and study them.

If you asked him why he studied if there were higher beings when clearly there was a god serving as his princess, he would vehemently deny that she was a god. There were texts of her birth, her ascension, and even rumors of a sister, though most texts regarding her are fairy tales and folk lore.

He turns the corner then freezes as he hears a sound he doesn't hear from anyone aside from himself in the library, the sounds of a book being read. The pages rubbing against each other, the sound of shifting on a cushion, and even the tinkling of magic.

There was a magic user reading a book in the reference section.

He slowly creeps around the corner, looking into the small alcove that holds the reference books, after all it's weird if the librarian starts staring at you like you're crazy, isn't it? So he wanted to stay hidden while he sates his curiosity.

As he gets a view of the reference section his breath is caught in his throat, in the section, sitting on a book with books littering the floor around it, was an angel. Glowing white, with a glowing blue core, magical energy flowing through it's body producing a light in the darkened section. It's strange shape not similar to anything in the world yet discovered makes it the perfect representative of the goddess that brought the world into existence. Wholey unique and beautiful to Stalwart's eyes, he had to look away and run. Run and tell everyone he has seen the thing he has been looking for all this time.

Five Hours Later

Damn them, damn them all to Tartarus. They had no right to arrest him, to test his mental state without consent, damn them all.

He went straight to the town center, straight to the stage, straight to the podium. He had announced that he had seen the angel of the Goddess. And they mocked him, told him he was crazy, that he had imagined it from the days of loneliness. They pitied him, they insulted him. Arrested him.

As soon as he got back he went straight back to the reference section and looked in. There it still was, reading a new book now with the book it was sitting on now in its lap.

He would get proof, he needed to just bring the angel out into the town. How to do it though... One cannot simply ask an angel to come with them, could they?

He walks into the reference section, head bowed to the angel. As he walks in the angel turns to him, the blank face looking at him with no tell as to what its thinking.

"Master" Stalwart begins. "Your humble servant has seen your face and has tried to spread the word of your existence." He continues on this line of explanation, even as the angel shifts up into a standing position and seems to back up a little, as if preparing to run. "They did not believe me though, and I now seek to provide proof of your existence to them. For that I must have you follow me. Follow me out into the town to show them that you and your mistress exist."

He lifts his head, hoping to see the face of his angel. But all he sees are the books replaced and an clean, but empty, reference section.

At that moment he hears the front doors open and the voices of a few foals. Obviously here, from what they're saying, to heckle him some more. One foal's fearful voice seems to show that they're against the wishes of their families to come here.

He sighs, maybe they'll read some books while they're here.

As he heads to the front desk, head held low in disappointment. He never noticed the new book in the reference section, a book that clearly should belong in the magic section. The book the angel was holding.