Lux

Dear Journal, Well I have a confession to make to you today. It's something that I never really discussed with any other pony, but I have to wonder if others know by interpreting "the signs," those little cues ponies can pick up if they focus on another intently. Facial expression, eye movement and contact, what is said and now said, word usage, voice inflection, body language, these are all clues to the truth, and honestly I'm not a good liar at all. I can barely tell a joke without giving away the punchline. I'm not as bluntly honest as Applejack, but while secrets can be kept, lies are impossible to tell. Silly me, here I go again trying to avoid the issue on my mind like so many times before. Fine, no more hiding this. I need to tell this secret or else I might explode! So here it goes... I like Twilight Sparkle. That wasn't so bad, I only felt like I was going to pass out twice writing that. To clarify, I don't just like her as a friend who's a mare, I like her as a marefriend. You have to understand a little about my relationship status. I'm perpetually single. It's not that I'm inept to relationships, but starting one is slow for me. I don't know why honestly. Sure I'm not the most athletic pony but I think that this isn't much of a factor now. It's just that every mare I met either had a stallion or in some cases another mare in their lives already or they didn't see me as somepony that they could love like that, relegating me to being "just friends." We all know though how awkward things are once you declare your love for somepony and after being rejected how the way former friends now look at each other. So I am very careful doing that as there are typically two conclusions: being a marefriend or losing the entire relationship. That's the main reason why I haven't told Twilight yet. We have a friendship it's true, but does she see me more that that like I do? Can I risk my friendship and even my career for this? I know I sound like the who knows how many others who have a fancy with the Princess, but mine isn't some passing fling that vanishes when the next interest passes by. She is everything I could want in a marefriend: smart, kind, confident, caring, and always looking at the world as if to wait for new experiences. I don't know if I'll ever meet another pony like her. But do I dare disturb the universe? It's so hard to read Twilight's reactions towards me, harder than anypony I've known. Oh I wish she would just tell me, no matter what direction it goes! Then I'd know. It kills me not to know something so important like this! I feel like a coward writing this here and not telling her. Am I that afraid of rejection or do I feel I have nothing to offer her, no love in me? It's a question without an answer, a mystery wrapped in secrecy. One day I hope to gather up the nerve to tell her how I feel, and may the truth set my heart and mind free. Your Faithful and Love Sick Librarian, Lore Weaver

Dear Journal, Well this was an interesting day today. It all started when Twilight woke up. Normally she greets me with a friendly hello and maybe a brief conversation about what my plans were or something she or I learned about. But today things were really different. First, gosh Twilight, what happened to you that day? I know we all have those moments where we look a little worse for wear after a late night study session or our minds keeping us awake, but you looked really bad like you didn't care how you looked. When I said hello you replied with something that sounded more like a bear growling than actual words. I know when best to let ponies be when they don't want to talk, and you looked you're were battling something in your dreams. Now there was a funny moment, and I feel bad laughing at it knowing now the context it was put in, but poor Twilight falling asleep on her breakfast and saying she was a pancake was hilarious! I know this will be something that we'll laugh about for years to come. Maybe for her birthday I'll surprise her with some pancake mix. Well I soon found out why she was such a mess. She missed her old home and couldn't adapt to her new castle home. I told her that I could relate. Sure I don't live in a castle, but there are times my new home is odd, like it doesn't feel right. The way the house feels and sounds is strange, like no matter how long I've been here it still doesn't feel right. I could only imagine living in a big castle with just Spike. Guess some scars can't be healed so easily. Luckily you have some really good friends that gave you a piece of themselves in your home and a memory of your old life. I guess that's another reason why I decided to become the Head Librarian, to make the new library feel as at home as the one I remembered, the one where you lived. I don't have any trinkets or photos to decorate your castle. All I have is me being there, and I hope that is enough. Anyway, couple of other things. First, a mental note, if I ever go to the spa, don't get Bulk Biceps's treatment. The last thing I want is my body wrapped into a pretzel. Next, wow Twilight, love the new mane style! I know you'll go back to your regular look which is ok, but its nice to see you change things up, Finally, I hope that Twilight and I found all of Pinkie Pie's surprise confetti cannons. I'd hate to be working and then one goes off. Still I'm confident that every one is... (A sudden jagged streak of ink was on the page.) Sorry Journal, guess Pinkie had one final surprise for me. Your Faithful Librarian, Lore Weaver

Dear Journal, So let's talk magic, specifically why I study magic more than other subjects even ones I do enjoy like psychology, history, and philosophy. Everypony has a passion, something that goes beyond the normal sometimes monotonous routine. Oftentimes this passion relates to their talent and their cutie mark. This passion drives ponies to not only do the best that they can at the current time but makes them want to learn all that they can about their particular passion and even experiment with new things. That is my passion. Sure, many think that my cutie mark is simply because of my ability to write, but it is also about research. Sometimes I wonder where I would be if I were one of the lucky fillies or colts selected to be part of Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, all that knowledge on magic right at my hooves, ready to be explored. I hate to say this, and I would not dare admit this, but I'm sometimes jealous of Princess Twilight Sparkle, not because of being a Princess but of how she got her start. I guess it's silly thinking about something that cannot be changed nor should be: the past. But that doesn't stop me from thinking "What if?" My magic involves the gathering of knowledge, being able to quickly read, commit to memory and explain to others. I can even read multiple things at once and understand them, although the more I try to read the harder it gets. Perhaps through more practice this will get easier. For telekinesis, a basic spell among unicorns, I can move multiple objects around providing they are small, say like multiple books or papers. So no, I can't rearrange the library by myself with moving all the furniture. I can create a good light spell and protection shields. Next is to try learning banishing magic of minor enchantments and perhaps even teleportation. We'll see what happens. Your Faithful Librarian, Lore Weaver

Dear Journal, Sorry about that last entry. I feel like a fool messing up your page with my tears blurring the ink. There are times when I think that I forgot about the events and then I find that some memories you can't just forget so easily. Maybe it's my curse of having such an ability to memorize things and be able to bring them up at a moment's notice that everything I read or see or experience I can return to as fresh as the moment it happened. The only was to suppress the sadness is to think about what happened after that tragedy. You know, some stories do have their moments of triumph, and mine is no exception. So this journal entry I'll title: "The Phoenix of Ponyville". I slowly recovered from my injuries and began to rebuild what little I had left of my life. Sure the townsfolk were nice enough to get me a temporary place to stay and help me salvage what I could, but some scars couldn't be that healed. In those moments I thought about my friend Twilight Sparkle as she too had her home destroyed in the battle. Sometimes paths cross while other times they parallel each other. But unlike me she gained a crystalline castle. I wondered if the scars in her memory still ran deep as mine. There was a point when I though about what was next. Could I get enough money to rebuild a bookstore? Should I just move back to Canterlot due to the memories? Where do I go from here? Sometimes waiting and searching the infinite possibilities of the future can be a blessing and a curse. Then one day, I got a letter from Twilight Sparkle telling my to meet me at her castle. I thought it would be just a friendly meeting, as I was happy even after becoming a Princess that remained. It wasn't that I thought there would be a distancing but strange thing can happen with ponies once they gain power. Well when I got there she seemed to be hiding something. This is pretty obvious to her friends, but Twilight is bad at keeping secrets. Her face gives it away. Anyway, I followed her to two rooms which contained the most beautiful library I had ever seen, with its high crystalline walls and ceiling, rows upon rows of shelves, and space for tens of thousands of books to be placed. "Do you like it?" she asked me with that funny look like something was about to happen. "It's wonderful," I said not knowing what else to say as I tried taking it all in. "It's yours," was all she said with a smile. "It's...mine?" I said thinking that I didn't hear her right. "Well it's in my castle but being a Princess I can't help ponies with finding books as I could before. So you can be the Head Librarian if you wish to be." "I would be honored," I replied not giving it a second thought as I almost cried liquid pride. "Then by all power vested in me as Princess of Friendship, I appoint you, Lore Weaver, as Head Librarian of the Royal Ponyville Library for as long as you wish to hold such title." Well Twilight I think couldn't predict what I did next as I gave her a hug. She smiled and hugged me back knowing how much it meant to me. I think about one time seeing Princess Celestia with her phoenix. They are interesting creatures, looking like they die in a pile of ashes but then rise from the ashes. Guess I'm like a phoenix in that way. Even now I awake thinking that being Head Librarian was just some dream that my brain concocted. But then I realize that some dreams are made real and some stories can have their Happy Ending moments. Well that brings me to the near present Journal. I can only hope that the best is yet to come! Your Faithful Librarian, Lore Weaver

Dear Journal, Funny how life is like a book, each big moment in our lives separated into parts and chapters. Well I guess I can call this chapter of my life and this entry: Rise and Fall. So I moved into Ponyville with a new home and a new business. Lucky for me both were in the same building. No sooner did I start transforming the empty place into the bookstore of my dreams, i realized a potential problem to my plan. Across from the store was a very unusual tree shaped building which I learned was the town's library. Although I knew that the town was bound to have one I was worried how many ponies would visit my store and buy books when there was a library right across the way. Would the two places coincide or clash? Also, who was the librarian of that tree house? Well one day I decided to pay that library a visit, hoping to find out. And that is when I met... her. You know, a pony can go through their lifetime finding friends, but although they share some interests it's hard to find one who shares almost all of yours. The librarian introduced herself to me as Twilight Sparkle and welcomed me to town. When I told her who I was she wasn't upset as I expected but actually excited to have another place to learn things. Interestingly enough she isn't a librarian but get this a student of none other than Princess Celestia! Amazing huh? She told me about her learning magic and her studies at Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns and I told her about my studies of being a librarian and deciding to open a bookstore. And through that first conversation we sort of clicked, that our interests for the most part aligned like books on a shelf. I had a feeling that we would connect often in our lives. The years passed by and I had many adventures and made many friends in the process. I still was an active patron to Twilight's library and she to my bookstore. I was comfortable with the way things were and thought nothing could be done to prevent this from continuing. Well, any good reader knows to watch for the plot twist, and I was thrown a big plot twist. There was a creature named Tirek that wanted to take all the magic from everypony in Equestria and rule over us. I like others tried to resist but like I was a colt he drained me of my magic and talent and cast me aside like trash. It was painful... unimaginably painful to have something so dear ripped away from me like that as if it was a mere trophy to claim. And then just when things couldn't get worse I watched the battle between Princess Twilight and Tirek. I though of all ponies she would avenge us, but as the battle intensified, I saw it, a blast headed right towards my home and shop. I couldn't react other than watch in horror as it came closer. Then everything went black. I awoke to find myself with something heavy on top of me. I couldn't move my body and everywhere there was pain. The last thing I remembered was seeing some ponies with a look of concern on their faces. Then the world went black again. A week later I awoke in the hospital. Yes, I was out that long. The injuries were numerous, a broken leg, broken ribs, damaged ligaments, and not to mention numerous lacerations. I was told I would be recovering soon but the nurses strangely never mentioned my home. One day I asked and they said that both my home and shop were gone, a smoldering pile of ash with only a few things that could be salvaged. And just like that my dream was over. At that pint I would have rather died than live where everything was taken away. I... (The last few lines of the journal and Lore Weaver's signature are smeared by something watery and salty, his tears).

Dear Journal, I finally got around to making you my official journal. Of course I always passed by you as you sat on my night stand by my bed, but there was so much going in my life that sadly things like taking the time to write on your pages was on the bottom of a very long of list. Well no more of that. I plan to incorporate you into my everyday routine, well when something important happens in my life. I used to think that my life wasn't interesting enough to preserve like this but lately I've been proven wrong. I'll get to that later. So where do I begin? I could sum up all the little moments I wrote in my old journal before the incident happened. But perhaps a brief summary will do, a culmination of years of my life. For this entry I'll entitle it "Life Before Ponyville." My name is Lore Weaver, and I was born in Canterlot. Ever since I could remember I was always interested in learning new things and reading. I guess my parents knew what was to come as they gave me my name. It suits me very well, a weaver of lore, a teller of tales. My parents never missed out on an opportunity for me learn whether it was reading to me in bed or taking me to a museum or store. The library though was and is my favorite place to be. Where can you have all that knowledge at your hooves in one area? The library. Where can you be free to spend however long you can in the pursuit of knowledge? A library. Where can you let your imagination and aspirations soar? A library! My parents first took me there, but as I grew older I traveled there by myself. The best birthday present I got as a foal had to be my library card. It meant that I was old enough to have the responsibility to be able to read on my own and take books home with me. And that's what I did, taking wagon loads of books to and from the library and devouring them in a short time. It was then I learned a gift I had, one where I could easily read and retain knowledge, becoming basically a living breathing library. I only a few ponies who share this ability so I guess that makes me unique. I know you're probably thinking that because I had so much knowledge in my mind and that I loved learning school was easy for me, right? Wrong. There were several classmates that bullied me, calling me "egghead" and "teacher's pet." They would throw my books and papers around or even hide them from me. For a moment I considered giving up learning things thinking it would make me popular, but I'm glad I didn't do that! Then came something that I still remember as a crowning moment of my life. Our class was given a project to write our own story and read it to the class. I went home and poured my heart and mind into writing my tale, sheets of white becoming black with ink. I didn't stop except for eating and what little sleep I had. Finally I presented my story, pouring my emotion into it. By the time it was over I had my class silent in amazement and my teacher in tears of joy. Maybe one day I'll write it here, but for now it's safe at my foalhood home. In that day I earned my respect among me peers, but the greatest thing was getting my cutie mark. In terms off marks, mine is kind of complex: an open book with a quill and an ink pot. What it means is two-fold, my love of knowledge and my ability to write stories. After my regular schooling I went to Canterlot university where I studied Library Science and minored in Creative Writing. After all, what better place to share my knowledge than in a library, and what better place to work than in my favorite place? Sadly though after graduating from the university there were no jobs available in the libraries, so my parents proposed something daring: opening a bookstore in another town where there were no other ones to compete with. It was a challenge as i never owned a business before, but my parents had every faith that I'd succeed. So with their funds they gave me and their blessing they sent me to Ponyville where a new life was waiting for me. Well this looks like a good place to end this tale so far. Next I will write here about my life in Ponyville, including meeting a future Princess and a tragedy I still have trouble coping with. Your faithful librarian, Lore Weaver

You wouldn't dare...

Why do I see that as a future thread?

Hello, Lux here! Some of you may know that besides role playing and drawing I'm also a writer. So I plan to bring writing back here in the form of a secondary blog called The Journal of Lore Weaver. This will chronicle and expand upon certain events surrounding my ponysona, Lore Weaver, and give insight into his life as Ponyville's Head Librarian! Couple of FAQ things: Q: Is this canon? A: Yes it is. I don't differentiate the events of World of Equestria or Canterlot Chronicles so all events and added thoughts will be added here. Q: How close will it relate to the show? A: Well, any events that take place in Ponyville or Canterlot will certainly be recorded here. Beyond that anything else may be referenced to second hand (or hoof). Q: Will we get some Twilight Sparkle references and the Mane Six? A: If they are in the episodes or RPing with my character then yes. Q: Can I use this information? A: Unless you somehow broke into Lore Weaver's house and stole his journal I don't think you can. This is just a fun thing to read. So get ready ponies, because soon Lore Weaver will be writing in the Journal!