Disclaimer: Nope, don't own the ponies…
"Pink Sunsparkle, get over here!" cried Pinkie Pie. Pink Sunsparkle had given her the slip again. She didn't want to sit around for a history lesson! She wanted fairy tales. She was a princess for Pete's sake, heir to the throne! So, why was she bossed around so much? She walked the shelves of the Ponyville library, in the basement of Celebration Castle, looking for "Sleeping Beauty," her favorite. She wondered why none of them were about ponies. She never knew if the "people" in the stories really existed.
But she wondered.
A book caught her eye. It had shimmery silver lettering, like pools of water, on its spine. "The Origins of Ponyville." Sounded like another boring history book, but she pulled it from the shelf any way. It sparked her interest, or "piqued her curiosity," as Kimono would say. She had always gotten magic lessons from her. Some ponies thought she should rule, but she always told them, "It wasn't her place." Always saying how she knew of the magic in her, of who she really was. Pink Sunsparkle had no idea what she meant, thought it was "a load of bull," as Snowflake would say. ("You're a PRINCESS! Heir to the thrown! You can't talk like that!" her sister Petal Blossom would say. Hmph. What bull.) Once, he said another word with it, Pink Sunsparkle couldn't remember it, but Petal Blossom ordered that he not say it, at least not in front of baby ponies.
She looked in the book. It talked about a place "Dream Valley," and somehow, Pink Sunsparkle felt recognition toward the name. She read on, about how some artifacts were found, a headband, for example. Then she saw a breath-taking picture of a unicorn, a legendary type of pony, with a single horn on their forehead.
"Majesty…" she whispered. Who the heck was Majesty? She read on. The queen of Dream Valley. She had a few vague memories of Majesty, of being in her place when Tirak attacked. Wait a sec… Tirak?
"So, have you figured it out?" Pink Sunsparkle jumped. It was Kimono.