Title:           The kinds of things that you were allowed to bring to Equestria was severely lim
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Thursday 19th of June 2014 09:42:06 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 19th of June 2014 09:42:06 PM CDT

The kinds of things that you were allowed to bring to Equestria was severely limited. Perishable items, for example, would not make the trip over in good condition. There was no internet connection in Equestria, either, nor compatible electricity for electronics. Quite frankly, you found that disappointing, but such was a life among peaceful pastel ponies. You did want to bring over some mementos from Earth, however. These roadblocks meant that you had to resort to an ancient form of entertainment, apparently forgotten by most of your old peers: good old-fashioned paperback books.
 
You had only brought over a few books from your old world. The majority of your collection was nothing special, really. There were a couple literary classics. There were some of your favorite series. After a moment of consideration, you decided to bring some history books, too. You shared these treasures with Twilight on a weekly basis. When it came to the historical books, you cherry-picked the moments that you thought best showcased the positives of humanity. You focused on showing the inventions and technological advancements of people, mostly. Anything to do with the mechanics of human society seemed to bewitch the bright unicorn. You’d stay up all night with her at times, reading out friendly sections of ancient and modern culture. The different forms of economic and political systems, the benefits and drawbacks of each, comparing them to the inner workings of Equestrian society. However, you had to leave Twilight early last night. You had promised to have a sleepover with Fluttershy and discuss the evolution of domestication of animals. Without giving it much thought, you carelessly left your belongings at Ponyville's library.
 
You should have known better.
 
Twilight lived in a library and had an insatiable need for knowledge; of course she went snooping through your things and read every single page of the books you had left there. In all likeliness, she had probably read them twice.
 
“Why, Anon?” Twilight mumbled out as you entered the treehouse. She was not even attempting to meet your eyes.
 
She seemed to be incredibly weak in the limbs, curled up uselessly on the floor. Your books were strewn haphazardly across the room, as if she had tossed them around in a fit of uncontrollable rage. You’re quite certain she had been crying before you entered, although she seemed to have lost the urge, or at least the strength, to continue. Scratching your head, you had no idea what exactly had her so distraught in particular. There were several possibilities, of course. It obviously had to do with you, somehow.
 
After an uncomfortable stretch of silence, you decided to ask her what exactly was wrong. Before the words could even be formed, you felt more so than heard the resounding smack of an open book smacking into your face, levitating in wait for you to grab it and readjust to see what it was. When your fingers curled around the cover, the weight quickly took over, and you had to lift it with force to keep from dropping it. Twilight wanted little to do with it, apparently.
 
When you finally looked down and saw the pictures, the blood rushed down to your feet. In beautiful, high-detailed, glossy ink, were the reprinted images of those skeletal Holocaust survivors. Next to them sat the glaring title: THE HOLOCAUST. An in-depth explanation followed beneath it.
 
Oh, shit.
 
“Why would anyone do this?” Twilight demanded, eyes narrowed in anguish as she finally dared to stare directly at you. You had no idea what to say, of how to comfort her or keep her from completely losing her cool on you, so you remained resiliently silent. The student looked like she was fighting back tears. “Why... why didn’t you tell me about this, Anon?”
 
You wanted to open your mouth, but thought better as she began to pace. Twilight didn’t seem to want an answer, for she continued on her rant, intently analyzing the floor.
 
You were on the cusp of an eruption, without a doubt.
 
“Not even Discord did anything like this!” she suddenly yelled, gritting her teeth at anger and slamming her front hoof down in frustration. You felt the energy around you fizzle, realizing her magic seemed to teeter on destructive. Her horn began to flicker, and the room seemed to pulsate and glow.
 
“Nightmare Moon, Chrysalis, Sombra... they were evil, but they weren’t, they would never, no pony would ever!”
 
A pause. She looked down, now, solemn once more.
 
“Six million people were killed because...” Twilight closed her eyes, trying to find the right words. She was definitely trying not to cry, now. Her eyes began to water, her resolve breaking. Her voice cracked. “I don’t know why, Anon. I don’t... I don't understand.”
 
You swallowed down any possible retorts. She turned away from you when a tear escaped at last. You wanted to remind her that your world was different, that your world didn't have any Elements of Harmony to zap the evils from it. Magic wasn't real, people were naturally selfish, and you left for greener pastures because of it.
 
"Can humans even have friends?"