The front door of the library fell back in the lock and then she found herself in the nightly atmosphere of the land. A part of the day ruled by the princess of the night: Luna herself. With the moonlight that shone down upon on her face did Twilight knew that there was no return from the madmarish plan she had boiled up. A plan of which its results would either be a success, or a fail of epic proportions and unforeseen consequences.