Sitting in the center of the desk was Clover the Clever’s original diary, the title clearly recognizable to Twilight, although it was written in Old Equestrian, a language with which she was not particularly familiar.  She eagerly sat in front of the desk, and began to page through the book, running her eyes across the cramped writing.  Even if she couldn’t understand it, she would study until she did.  She was certain that this book held the secrets she needed to know to advance her studies.