In Twilight I Trust, Starlight's Enchanting Anthology:

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There is a distinct knock on the door, late one night. Twilight Sparkle had failed to fall asleep and ended up finding a book, she thought I might enjoy; if I only crack the book open and reads the book.

Since I had not been asleep, at the time, I had slipped out of my bed, trotting the short distance to the door and opened.

“Hi, Starlight; sorry if I woke you up, but I could not sleep and found a book I figured would be just right in our hooves!” she blurted out.

“Hi, Twilight; I take it, it was not my noisy snoring that woke you up?” I responded.

“No, silly; I fear it is quite the opposite reason, actually!” she responded.

“In Twilight, no sleep is to be permitted!” I giggled, as if it had been a joke.

“But alas, you still do need your sleep!” I pointed out.

“I could trot down to the basement and build a new Fort Book?” she teased, in return.

“If the Twilight can be escaped, and the books could sing you to sleep; maybe, that is the way to go?” I suggested, almost as if I had even believed in what I had told her.

“Thank you, Starlight; I think I will try that, but feel free to enjoy the book!” she pointed out, as she is leaving the book in my room and trot out.

I had closed the door behind her, thinking nothing more of it. Though I had actually picked up the book, carrying it with me to my bed.

I should never have cracked up the book. I had done it, just in curiosity.

With the book cracked open, I prepare to light my horn, focusing on my magic. I feel the small orb of magic appear on the top of my horn; as I see the light brighten and the orb grow to the point, where I feel the heat of the magic flow down the entire length of my horn, just like an avalanche.

“The Twilight Anthology, Enchanting Tails” the title reads.

The room grows dark and vanish without a trace. The enchantment had taken me in its grip; holding me for ransom, making me follow the stories between the covers of the book. I am trapped within the book, no hopes to escape.

Is the short stories of this anthology a blessing, or a long list of curses? I have no idea, but I am about to learn the truth of it.

The first story is soon to reveal itself, to me. I wake up, as a new Pony.