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// The end of the beginning 
// Story: Do I know you? 
// by TwiwnB 
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“So, is it over yet?” Spike asked, as he knew nothing about what had happened after the spell and as Twilight seemed to have completely simmered down and made peace with Rarity.

The alicorn and the white unicorn had been joined with their four other friends and had spent almost an entire day talking together, mostly about nothing, just having fun being together and coping with the emotions of the recent events.

Not they were all gone, the young dragon was merely wondering if he could consider things had come back to normal.

“Not really.” Twilight said. “But enough of the journey has been done for now.”

“So I can go finish the statue for Rarity now?” Spike asked.

“Could you please take note of a letter for princess Celestia first?”

The dragon obliged. Mostly because he liked writing the first words and had missed it lately.

“Dear princess Celestia…” Twilight began. “This last two days, I learned that friendship is way more than just knowing information about each other. I thought it was essential to be able to answer every question about my friends I could be asked, but friends won’t necessarily mind that you don’t know everything about them.
Friendship is more about liking being together, trusting and respecting each other.

In other words, a pony isn't a better friend because he or she knows more than others about you.

I still feel I want to learn more about my friends, as I discovered they can hide way more than meets the eye, but it would be wrong to do it because I was forced to in order to keep my friends and certainly wrong to force them to reveal what they don’t want to.”

Spike finished writing, sent the letter and then turned to Twilight to say:

“You know, you could have just asked. I’ve learned that lesson years ago.”

“Really?” Twilight asked out of curiosity.

“Well, neither Minuette, Lemon Hearts, Lyra or Twinkleshine seemed to care that you couldn’t remember their name most of the time.”

“Oh… yeah…” Twilight blushed.

“I sometimes seriously wonder what it is with you that makes other ponies so forgiving. I want my friends to show some interest in me...” Spike added, more as a complain about how more complicated it was making their lives than as a serious remark.

All the dragon wanted was to go back to his work on the statue.

“By the way Spike, about Rarity…” Twilight began.

“Yes?” Spike replied.

Twilight balanced out the pro and con of telling Spike about Rarity’s secret and quickly understood her duty truly was to keep it quiet. Still, she could give him a clue.

“I just think you were right. You do know her very well. And something tells me she will enjoy that statue of yours.”

“Of course she will.” Spike replied, having no idea what the alicorn was talking about, as it was still way too vague for him, but certain of his future success.

The dragon went back to his pile of rubbles and, after all those events and agitation, Twilight finally headed to the spa where she relaxed, enjoyed having ponies taking care of her, discovered a hoofball magazine that she surprisingly found very entertaining to read.

She smiled: that part of her, just like Rarity, she would keep to herself.


THE END