Let me start by stating that I am not an editor by trade but rather by design. In fact, the following excerpts were delivered to me in a most unexpected and peculiar way. I am certainly under no oath or court order to do so, yet I find myself strongly compelled to share these accounts. I take neither credit nor blame for the material contained within. Though I took the liberty of correcting a few basic grammatical errors, the language and details of this memoir have remained intact, just as the original author penned them. Arguably, it might have been kinder to spare others the sorrow and turmoil imbued in the first-hand accounts, but I would not be found guilty in turn of denying them the joy and triumph that permeates them as well.

The following autobiographical work comes from the journal writings of one whom I am personally acquainted. I hold no doubts of the credibility of his character or the integrity of his recordings. Though many of the fantastical places and creatures described herein may seem more fiction than fact, I assure you that I can attest from my own experience that they do indeed exist. Let me further state that I do not believe the author's intentions included personal glorification. His forthwith commitment to recording both professional and private revelations was an act not of grandeur but of simple, functional design to preserve this knowledge should he succumb to unfortunate circumstances. The burden of such responsibility transpired from the irrefutable request of a higher authority, in much the same manner as my current obligation to defend him befell me.

I have asked myself repeatedly why the task of presenting this archival recounting has fallen to me. The first answer that comes to mind, as previously stated, is that it landed in my possession and the original author is currently in no position to perform this duty for himself. It could also be said that I have known him better than most and feel a sense of responsibility to legitimize his legacy. Digging a bit deeper, I must confess I do these things in hopes that my efforts will serve as an atonement for past transgressions. Perhaps the most fundamental reason is that I would like others to revere this kindred spirit in the same way I do, and it is simply my way of paying homage to a part of myself that I have mourned the loss of for more years than I care to admit to.

Having now made peace with my quintessential role, I encourage those proceeding forward to read the following journal with an open mind. Be assured that I have left all inserts, correspondence, and maps included in the original documentation unaltered and in their original state, including a very notable communication found attached to the initial entry. Good luck to all who traverse these pages; I envy you your journey.

Ben,

I can see where you mention how important it is for you to see your own past. If that is so true, maybe one day you'll be lucky enough to see this.

My sister informed me that you had some reservations about my moon. Perhaps something can be done about that? In lieu of having you exiled however, I would hope that you'd take my open invitation to meet me for some drinks here in Canterlot. You should be more than intelligent enough to deduce what my favorite restaurant is. Maybe then I can change your mind about my moon.

I'll also skip mentioning to my sister just what things you said about her in here if you'll humor me.

Waiting for You,
Princess L.