Luna reverently set a book in front of Trixie. It was open to a page showing the alicorn amulet. She didn’t need to read the page to know what it said; she’d seen a copy of this very same book many years ago, in a library in Manehattan. She’d been looking for some long-forgotten magical artifacts to add to her show, something with the right amount of flash. She’d finally settled on a silver diadem, and worn it for years, until she changed her costume to a cape and hat, but the memory of all those fantastic artifacts had never left her mind. How is it that the alicorn amulet—lost for a thousand years—just happened to show up in a curiosity shop? She hadn’t wondered about her good fortune then, but had had plenty of time since to think about it.