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“I see Twilight, do go on.” “Well,” Twilight said, clearly warming to the subject. “Celestia wrote back to me and said that the stories have some surprisingly accurate details about the Outlaw in Lincoln Green and his band. She said it was when she was still in mourning over Luna’s banishment and that she had let oversight over Equestria slip more than she should have and that as a result local nobility and officials were able to abuse their privileges over common ponies to a disgraceful degree. The old unicorn aristocracy was still largely in place then and the pegasi were occupied with external threats l

  “It’s perfect!” Rarity’s horn glowed merrily as she typed the thank you message for her favorite artist into the unicorn-built keyboard. She looked back at the image of Clover the Clever and Princess Platinum in a rather compromising position and her smile widened. “It’s everything I hoped it would be. I just love your style. The payment should be showing up in your account momentarily, with a bit extra.” She quickly saved the picture to her ‘historical’ folder and shut the window, flinching slightly as the chimes signaled that somepony was coming into the boutique. Tamping down

“Porters, come here!” the Great and Powerful Trixie said in an imperious voice that easily cut through the noise of the bustling train station. Scootaloo and Applebloom looked at each other. “Who, us?” “Yes of course,” Trixie said. “Trixie has a great deal of luggage and cannot be expected to deal with such herself.” “But we’re not-“ Applebloom gave Scootaloo a quick nudge. “Of course, Miss Great an’ Powerful Trixie! Right away, ma’am!” Leaving the still shell-shocked Sweetie Belle behind Applebloom dashed ahead, gesturing with her shoulder for her

“This stinks,” Scootaloo said flatly. “Ah’ll say,” Applebloom said miserably. “Applejack won’t even talk to me.” “Rarity found out too. I knew we shouldn’t have printed that diary,” Sweetie Belle chimed in. It was a sunny day and the school playground was filled with young fillies and colts as usual, but all of them were giving the tables where the trio sat a wide berth as the three sat there in sullen silence, trying to figure out what to do next. “Do you think we should just give up?” Sweetie Belle asked. “It’s not worth it anymore.” “