The gentle breeze of a late Summer afternoon blew inside the bedroom of the house carved inside the tree where Twilight Sparkle resided. The aforementioned mare was currently sitting at her desk with parchment and ink, writing down the town's After Summer Sun annal by piecing together the headlines of that year's newspapers, financial reports, crop yielding listings, and other documents, for write down the unusual events that had happened all the year round, and give a brief and quick overview on the economic situation of Ponyville.

Twilight murmured to herself the words as she wrote, the sound of the quill moving over the parchment, her voice and the rustling of leaves begin the only sound that could be heard in the room.

"On the 14th of July of this year, a three-headed monkey has been allegedly born inside a pigpen part of the farming complex owned by the Apple Cl..." Twilight whispered to herself as she moved the quill delicately onto the parchment, trying to keep up the good calligraphy. However, the sudden sound of something made of wood breaking caused her to jolt up startled and spill ink all over the table and her fur.

"Gah! What was that?!" She asked to herself, before noticing that the ink had been spread all over the table and fur, causing her to groan very loudly and grit her teeth.

"Well, whatever it was," she thought, as she took a pack of paper napkins from one of the desk's drawers, and extracted one for then attempt to remove the ink from her fur with said napkin "it surely was strong enough to both ruin the parchment and turn my fur into the one of a printing press worker."

Twilight rubbed the napkin on the stained areas, eliminating some of the ink, but still leaving some spots of a darker hue of purple. As she cleaned herself like that, somebody knocked on the door.

"It's open!" Twilight said a bit frustrated, after snapping her head towards the door, the stain-removal process by the means of paper tissues still going on.

"It's of me, there some mails for you!" A feminine voice answered from outside. Twilight sighed, as she threw the used tissues in the bin and opened the door of her bedroom.

"Derpy, you should get a surgery for your eyes' muscles on of these days," she said slightly annoyed while going downstairs "because I'm starting to think that sane insurance companies have put you on a 'Do not Accept' list."

As Twilight reached the base of the stairs, she saw the gray mare walking inside, her body a little scraped and her eyes still rolling at ludicrous speed like a roulette.

"Of sorryings Zac- I mean, Twilight, I'm still of insuranced, but I cannot into monies for surgery." Derpy Hooves said, as her eyes slowly stopped rolling and picked up a prancing step for seemingly no reason at all.

"Anyways," Twilight said with a sigh "what do you have for me?"

Derpy ripped off one of her feather and gave it to Twilight, and, to this bizarre offering, Twilight facepalmed.

"A feather? Really?" She said, causing Derpy to blush embarrassed, run outside, and return a few seconds later with a package on her back. Said package was light brown, had some scorch marks, and several ropes were tied around it.

"Of sorrying, I got confused," Derpy said after giving the package to Twilight. Twilight took it in her magic and read the label attached onto it:

"To: Twilight Sparkle, Romea Street N° 1, 44049, Ponyville. From: Snow Frost, Criogeneo Plaza N° 20, 88889, Fillydelphia.

Salutations, Twilight Sparkle.

I've been hearing many tales about your deeds for protect and expand the State, and I've always been left very impressed from those. And, despite the apparent silliness of it, your punishment in Kindergarten has intrigued me still, if anything else, because it shows how it is never too late for understand yourself by examining the past. However, I can and do understand that some parts of the tale had to be omitted or lessened in their crudity, for it to be unthreatening to your reputation. I also imagine that you may want to keep all the original versions of texts about your story under your property as precaution against future possible slanderers and blackmailers. So, when I discovered, buried deep in the storage room of a library in my home city, a box filled with letters regarding your adventure, I could not help by think that such knowledge should not be left inside a dark and moldy corner of a library lost in a far-off part of Fillydelphia, ready to be picked up like a ripe apple from a tree, but rather send it to your library, where I'm sure you will take extreme care in preserving it... or destroy all of it, if that suits you."

Twilight mumbled, as she read the letter. Once she was done, she rose her eyes from the ticket, and saw that Derpy had already taken off and went in her deliverting rounds.

"No fee for the delivery?" Twilight said, as she borught the box in while shrugging "Oh well. Once I get my table cleaned, I will examine whatever it is inside."

Then Twilight noticed Spike eating some hard candies stolen from a drawer that had gotten open after Derpy's noisy crash against the external wall of the Library.

"Spike!" she ordered, causing him to jump high in the air startled, and to burn off an hard candy, probably sending it to Celestia "Stop raiding those candies, and come over here to help me in cleaning up my desk from ink!"

Spike, after bonking his head against the floor, rubbed the back of his head, then he said with a groan. "I will do, Twilight."

"Good," Twilight said to herself, as she brought the package upstairs while Spike looked around in the kitchen for rags, cleaning agent, and non-potable water "let us bring those upstairs, and examine them later on."

An hour of desk-cleaning and ink removal, the desk in Twilight's bedroom was now squeaky clean and almost shining.

"Am I free now, or do you want a slice of my butt too?" He asked, as he wiped the sweat off his metaphorical brow, making Twilight groan.

"You have done barely anything! But, anyways, yes, you are free now." Said statement made the dragon rush out of the room to downstairs, leaving Twilight alone with the box and everything else in her room.

She picked up with her magic the silver paper cutter lying on the desk, and then cut open the top of the box.

"Let's see what is inside..." she murmured, before she moved away the two cardboard shutters, revealing three folders, one yellow, one olive drab, and the third one was cherry red. Each one of them had scribbles made with a black marker.

"Report on the Element of Magic's state- First part; Report on the Element of Magic's state- Second Part; Report on the Element of Magic's state- Third Part."

"Let's start with the first one," she said, taking the yellow folder in her magical grip, before lying in on her bed for open it.

Inside, Twilight found several scattered papers. Isnde the first fodler, there was a yellowed page, with this written:

Name: Screwy Words

JOB: Tier-2 reporter, free to lay claim to leads, allowed limited budget during course of investigation

Three Best-selling investigations: “The Parasprite Conspiracy”, “Animal Antics at the Gala, Depravity within High-Society”, “Luna, in Recovery or Usurping the Throne?”

Awards: “Most malicious muckraker” (Awarded year ’77), “Employee of the month” (4 months concurrent), “Bestselling calendar” (Stallions of the Presses, year ’78), “Least likely to be promoted” (nine years concurrent)

Demerits: “ Repeatedly bailed out”, “Highest incidence of trespassing, breaking, entering, and leaving without cleaning up”, “Never treats nobility with proper respect”, “Repeated unfounded last-minute articles on issues of conspiracy and government cover-up”, “Single”

Current assignment: Jumped at the opportunity to investigate the third “Twilight Sparkle” case, after the failures of the second case (His accusations of the princess' student being more than a student were swiftly regarded as lies, dropped sales, accusations of nepotism due to brother’s influence in the guard were nothing new and lead to no noticeable difference in sales). Keep eye on for blatant fabrications and potentially loose imagination.