It was a peaceful day inside the dull hometown of Nym, a quite unique pegasus pony. He lived very far away from the main settlements of Equestria such as Canterlot inside a land named Effora.

His appearance was quite different from most other ponies. His body was a light gray while his mane and tail were a deep black. His wings were almost large enough that you would think them awkward and hard to control, but he was able to use them gracefully. Most people that looked upon him would think him mean. One thing that contributed to this was the fact that his mane and tail were styled in such a way that they were incredibly pointy and threatening-looking, when really, it was just hair and they shouldn't have judged him for that.

His cutie mark was simply a lightning bolt coming from a dark cloud, and it didn't make much sense to him. He couldn't get any profit out of it. The only thing it seemed to allude was the fact that he was fast, and he was! But competing was against the question, he barely had the money to enter.

He didn't really have any friends; the "friends" he did have were distasteful, and quite frankly he hated them. He did have one friend a long while ago when he went to Canterlot as sort of an "exchange intern" at the Canterlot Royal Library. It wasn't really near what he wanted to work for his life, but he was 19 at the time that he went. He took any opportunity he got. Who he met was a colt named Swiftpen. He was more unique than Nym himself. He was socially inept, insecure, and most of all- incredibly specific. He constantly was forced by Swiftpen to correct his near-perfect dialect of the common language in the mainland of Equestria. He had high hopes for the colt despite his tendency to doubt. They had a quite large age difference of around 8 years, but they didn't mind.

They were outcasts. They took what friends they got, and they were the best of friends. They fought, of course, as they were both argumentative and touchy ponies, but they meshed well. Even with Swiftpen's amazing comprehension of Princess Twilight Sparkle's New Study on Advanced Magical Techniques, they were even able to have many flight-based races. Swiftpen thought out some very complicated plans involving time travel spells, writing many books, and occasionally him becoming Twilight's trustworthy assistant. Nym helped him with the simple logistics of the plan, and encouraged him on with them despite the fact that he barely understood some of it.

Nym missed the crazy unicorn. Until one day, 3 years after he left Canterlot, he received a letter from his very friend. Nym observed that it was written on very fancy Princess-quality paper. He read with eagerness.

Dear friend, Nym,

Greetings! Much, much greetings. It's been a long time. Remember that one crazy plan where I time traveled back in time 10 years? Well, it totally worked, and now I'm the 26-year old assistant to Princess Twilight Sparkle herself. I'm also rich as funk and can pretty much do whatever I want. Well, the reason I wrote this letter, is that I figured that with my fame and fortune I could, y'know, ship you over to Ponyville with me, get you a nice paying job. How does that sound? I know it's a little out of the blue but I planned this perfectly, trust me! I also want you to meet the mare I've been dating for the past 6 years. She's great… sorry, got distracted. You know me. Anyway, respond whenever. Actually, use this extra enclosed paper I sent with this. It'll send it instantly. I'll send you more with my 2nd letter, it's very handy.

Your past (and hopefully present!) best friend,

Swiftpen "CJ" Escrib

It simply sounded too good to be true, but he knew that Swiftpen wasn't one for lying. He got to writing immediately. Which was difficult, as the apparent-author stallion managed to completely forget that he was a pegasus pony and couldn't write very well. He just couldn't wait to get someone else to do it for him, though. He used his terrible mouthscrawl to write this note-

Dear Swiftpen,

It really is great to hear from you again, after all this time. Why would I ever doubt your plan? Sure, it sounded a bit far-fetched, but this is you we're talking about. Far fetched doesn't mean impossible. I'd honestly like to hear what jobs you could give me, because I can't get much work here, and living in Ponyville would be expensive, especially for me, since I live so far away. It's very odd to hear that you're older than me, and that is the strangest part of your letter. I'm also very glad and unsurprised that you got a marefriend. I always knew you had it in you. I'd surely love to meet her. And six years is quite a long time to be dating! You could get a little more… serious about your relationship. If you know what I mean. After we work out all the details I'm sure we can catch up in person.

Your best friend (forever and always),

Nym

His old friend wasn't lying, as soon as he sealed the envelope it disappeared into a poof of magic. He waited eagerly for around 5 minutes when another envelope appeared in the same place where he sent his. Swiftpen wasn't messing around.

I would understand your doubt of my wacky plans better if you actually had any. You can be so optimistic sometimes, you know? And the jobs I can give you are… anything. I can practically give you any job anywhere. I could even give you a spot on the Wonderbolts if you really so desired (and had the skill, of course, though with your talent I don't doubt it). This whole chatting with letters is getting a bit strange as you could probably leave anytime to come here. Say whatever goodbyes you have and gather your things. Don't expect to come back soon. Of course, you can totally decline my offer. Though I doubt you'd pass up on a chance to meet up with me again. Included is a map of Equestria, complete with labeled path from Effora to Ponyville, and a close up map of the town with the Golden Oak Library (the Princess's home and my workplace). See you soon!

- Swiftpen

He had barely any things besides a bag and a couple of books. He really couldn't say goodbye to anyone, he had long since left his family to live on his own. He left without many regrets. He didn't think he would miss the obscure and tiny place.