That One Patient

It seems as though the board is starting to see a shred of reason for once after the untimely death of Dr. Rosetta Scribe. At least as far as the bigger picture is concerned, they’re putting more pressure on the ever ineffective bureaucracy to put us on the fast track for access to the royal archives. As much as I lambast them for being such short-sighted on this issue, I will applaud them for at least this once and hope this will be a change of pace here. I was getting tired of having to convince the board about what has been happening.

With the retirement of Director Shamrock, his replacement, Dr. Nebula, has a bigger grasp of the bigger picture. I’ve known her from my time while studying at the University of Canterlot. Even though she studied psychology, I have no doubts about her ability to lead and make split decisions when the situation calls for it. There were… times where she tried to flirt with me. As much as I appreciate her friendship and company, I’m not interested in her. I’m just not that type of stallion. But, we’re still on good terms as we’ve always been for years.

On the subject of the archives access, I got word from a representative of the crown and this made me a bit more hopeful. I needed a bit more information and I hope that the princesses will permit me to look through that section. From what Twilight told me, that place is like a complete repository of the world’s knowledge, intriguing. Now I know for sure that whatever I needed to look up, my answers lie withing those countless shelves of old tomes. This Mr. Skull has a real name and I will found out what it is, one way or another.

With that, I would like to thank the timely arrival of the late Dr. Scribe’s successor, Parchment Scribble. Apparently, Dr. Scribe was his mentor before and he had been taught all she knew. In regards to his knowledge of Tambelonese, I have to say that it’s on the same level as Scribe’s, even to the point of enthusiastic curiosity. On his first day, he was able to spend the whole day communicating with Apollo Glint. He diligently recorded from Apollo what appeared to be a poem. Here was what he was able to translate:

He trudged through lands ancient,
His lust for power ever ravenous.
Wherever he roamed with malintent,
Terror and despair followed in his wake.

Take heed for his in his power,
For his very name can make mortals cower.
Should he ever return,
A great tide of red will wash over the land.