Lyra walks into town after a long trip to canterlot, visiting twinkleshine, minuette and her other friends. She was so excited to see bon bon again as they had promised to go to a amusement park once she had gotten back, so long had it been since she and her had hung out together. The smile on her face slowly turned to a puzzled expression as she had been walking around town for awhile and.. yet no sign of any ponies. "Weird. It's the middle of the day.. it should be packed." She muttered to herself trotting at a faster pace. As she turns around the corner she notices a large crowd of ponies huddled near the remains of the Golden oak library. Ponies from the other side of the village were here.. but why..? As she looked closer she noticed ponies were quickly rustling through old books and scrolls that survived. "What on earth are they trying to find" She thought. She scanned through the crowd and notices Bon bon... in the distance.. watching.. but. Far. At least.. she thinks that's bon bon..? Lyra blinks and the figure is gone. Confused, she brushes it off to avoid the fear it could unlock. "Hey do you know what's going on?" Lyra asks a random pony in the crowd. "What do you mean? Did you not hear about the secret artifact twilight had hidden here?" They reply. She leaves a puzzled expression and fleets the scene, as she notices a silhouette of a alicorn approaching. Lyra darts behind a cottage quicker than ever before. For some reason she felt she needed to get out of there quickly. A sharp 'BOOM' was heard from behind the cottage as a bright magenta light shined for a second or two. A bit fearful she waits a few seconds before slipping back where she was.. but.. everyone was gone.. "maybe twilight had told them all to leave.. I'm.. kind of curious to see what is in here though.." the mare says to herself as she trots to the roots of the oak library. She notices.. there are now black ink hoof prints on the ground.. exactly where the crowd was. Hesitantly she slowly trots towards the middle of the remains. Looking around, seeing nothing but loose papers and splinters she thinks.. "what are these ponies thinking. Theres nothing here!" She leans against the old oak pony in the middle of the room. The sounds of old gears start turning revealing the ponies head lifting to reveal.. a.. quill..?! "Just an old quill!" Lyra yelled. "They were crowding over.. about a quill?!" As baffled as she was, she quickly looked around to see if anypony was near, then secretivly dropped the feather in her bag and starts to trot back to her home.