Another twenty minutes later, Twilight rounded a corner on the street she was on and stopped abruptly. She was standing in a courtyard, not unlike many she had seen before. However, right in the middle, a small flight of steps led up to a dais on which was a statue of shining silver. It was an alicorn, its proud head facing the sky, one leg held off the ground in victory. The winged statue was set against a backdrop of two slabs of granite that formed a rough semi-circle behind it. The rock was a black so glossy that it shone in the daylight.