//------------------------------// // The Letter // Story: A Bridge Between Brothers // by Rammy //------------------------------// ബഐബഐബഐ Twilight ബഐബഐബഐ I stopped my pacing as Doctor Head Scratcher entered the room. "Doctor?" I asked worriedly. I had been watching as the pony psychologist talked with Spike for the past hour. Well more like passive observation as neither had spoken in over twenty minutes. I really hope that Doctor Head Scratcher would be able to help with Spike's depression. I had tried Zeccora first given her help when Spike he lost control on his hatchday. Sadly she was unable to assist saying something along the line that potions could not cure the ails of the mind. I think her rhyming can be more enigmatic then Princess Celestia. "Sigh..." The doctor sighed as he rubbed his forehead. " Miss Twilight I wrote most of the books on the subject of psychology.. but Spike's... no pun intended a head scratcher... The problem is while a lot about ourselves as ponies are determined by nurture there is a part that is rooted in nature... Unfortunately I personally don't know anything on dragons outside of foal stories and hearsay..." I suppressed a groan both from the pun and my building frustration. I knew this was going to be a long shot when I had Celestia contact him for me. But I had hope that if could help Spike it would have been the foremost pony in the field of psychology Doctor Head Scratcher. "However, I think I can help Spike." "I don't know how much I can thank you Doctor." I breathed a sigh of relief. "It will be my pleasure Miss Twilight. This will be an interesting challenge... Now let's go into my office so we discuss further. I will have a nurse watch Spike until we are finished." "Spike... I..." I muttered as I slowly opened the door to the Golden Oaks library. I had been struggling the past hour on the carriage ride home to talk to Spike but hadn't been able to get the courage to speak until we got home. "Twi.. not now." Spike whispered not even bothering to look up as he climbed the stairs. "I just want to go to bed..." I reached out with a hoof and was about to protest when I thought otherwise and lowered my hoof. I took a slow cleansing breath before walking over to my favorite reading spot to try and relax. Doctor Head Scratcher had said to not push and to be patient which is what I guess I'm going to have to do. No matter how much it hurts. "Maybe rereading the Daring Doo books will calm me down..." I sighed, slowly easing myself onto a bean bag and pulling the first book in the series over to myself. I had just gotten to the third chapter when something or in this case somepony crashed through one of the windows and into a bookshelf causing a book avalanche. I had just enough time to shield myself before getting buried. Once it ended I teleported myself on top of one of the book piles ready to chew out the culprit. "Rainbow Dash! How many times..." My rant was cut short when I realized it wasn't the prismatic pony that had crashed into the library through the window but Ponyville's mail mare Derpy Hooves. "Oh hello, Derpy are you alright?" Derpy merely nodded happily as she extracted herself from a pile of books. She quickly dug into her mail bag and pulled out a single letter, holding it out with her teeth. "A letter? A letter for Spike?" I wondered as I took then idly examined the envelope, noting that it was addressed to Spike the Dragon, Ponyville library. That alone was unusual as Spike rarely received any letters, at least not though PonyMail. What was even more unusual was that there was no return address. "This is odd... and highly unusual. Normally you need a return address to mail a letter... right?" Derpy merely shrugged before wordlessly trotting out of the library. I just blinked and shook my head. I then moaned loudly as I surveyed my library. "And I just reshelved it yesterday!" I quickly levitated the books back into their places before climbing the stairs to give Spike the letter. With any luck maybe it contained something that would cheer up my number one assistant. "Spike?" I softly called out as I slowly opened the bedroom door. I wasn't sure if Spike was truly asleep or not and didn't want to wake him if he was. I doubt Derby's noisy entrance woke him. Spike was a heavy sleeper when he wanted to be. "Twilight... please..." Spike growled out not even stirring in his basket. "Spike...you have a letter." I walked over and sat on the edge of my bed next to Spike's basket, holding the letter so he could see it. "So? Probably just Pinkie trying to 'turn my frown upside down' with one of her exploding confetti filled letters..." Spike waved a claw in the air dismissively not looking up at it either. "Doubtful, Pinkie is barred from using PonyMail to send those kind of letters after... you know what? Now that I think about it no pony as ever told me exactly why..." "Fine..." Spike sighed as reached out his claw for the letter. With a single clean swipe of his claw he tore it open and unfolded the letter. Dear Spike, It has come to my attention that you recently joined the Dragon Migration along with three ponies. My guess is that you wanted to know more about who you are as a dragon... what it truly means to be dragon. However teenage whelps are not the best dragons to teach you that. I can help you with that if you wish but that will require a face to face meeting as there is a lot to discuss. I will contact you again when I am able. ~H.K. "H.K.?" I questioned as i took the letter in my telekinesis and reread it quickly. "Who is H.K.? And how did H.K. know about us going on the Dragon Migration!? The only ones that know are the girls, the Princesses, and Doctor Head Scratcher." "Probably just one of those bully teen dragons trying to 'apologize' so they can exact revenge or something..." Spike growled out in dismissal. It was clear he was not in the mood for anything dragon related anymore and especially anything related to those dragons. Not that I was in the mood to be dealing with those teenage dragons again either. "Perhaps..." I mused, "but I don't recall any of them having a name beginning with a H or K... unless Clump spells his name with a K..." Spike's eyes widen at that. He leaned over to check the letter again. "Your right... Maybe... Maybe Doctor Head Scratcher was successful in finding a dragon head expert." "Maybe... except it's psychologist not 'head expert'." I slowly agreed, trying to hide my rising worry from Spike. I wasn't about to spook him with the fact that Doctor Head Scratcher would have notified me not him in this manner given I was Spike's guardian. Also there was no way the doctor found somepony this fast. Something was going on I just hoped that whom ever this H.K. was he or she was really only trying to help. ബഐബഐബഐബഐബഐബഐ What Twilight and Spike were not aware was that something had been listening in on them from the branches of the library. Now that Spike had read the letter its job was done and in a streak of yellow and red it flew off south.