The moon sat quietly at its zenith as the crackle of the trees in the wind resonated through the dark bramble of the forest leaves. The cicadas chirped quietly in the evening air, slow and intermittent, as the flora and fauna rested quietly till morning holds them with its warm embrace.

These were the nights Twilight Sparkle always loved seeing, preferably with a book at hoof and her head buried in the pages of tales long past. Thankfully she gets a lot of it in her tiny space on the south side of Ponyville, It was a small town after all; not a whole lot of things happen here aside from the occasional trader or way finder making their way to the markets or having a drink at the taverns. That's how she preferred it though, so there were no complaints there. She preferred the peacefulness a little town like Ponyville provided over the snooty nobility of Canterlot or the zany tourists of Manehattan.

But today, Twilight Sparkle, Celestia’s chosen student and herald to the throne, will not get the peace she so desired tonight, as the events that follow will rest heavy on her mind forever.