Deciphering Twilight’s latest lament was getting more and more cryptic. But, as her number one assistant, it was his job to avoid upsetting her further. So he kept to the task at hoof, flipping the lid open and grabbing the fat dusty binder hidden behind. The extra secrecy of that family relic wasn’t without reason. These were, after all, private memories best kept away from the public eye. Twilight’s childhood wasn’t for sale.