ബഐബഐബഐ Twilight ബഐബഐബഐ
I sighed in relief when Spike walked back into the library. I was so worried letting him out of the library after the recent invasion by the changelings. I only allowed him out today as it was because I finally figured out a way to allay my fears a bit. I had subtly placed a spell on one of Spike's head spines that can only be seen by me. Of course when he walked in I could still see the spell active on him.
Spike was about to close then door when Derby came crashing through the door and into him. They both somersaulted across the room before separating with Derby hitting the center table and Spike coming to a stop when he hit a shelf. At least this time Derpy didn't cause a book avalanche.
"You okay Derpy?" Derpy shook her head before nodding happily. I rolled my eyes. It wasn't surprising that she was okay. She gets into more accidents then Rainbow Dash and yet still manages to come out of them without a scratch. With her okay I checked on Spike who was still leaning against a shelf with my BBBFF's old toy guard helmet on. "Spike...?"
"Sire Spike at your Service my Lady Rarity." Spike mumbled out before passing out.
Yeah, he's okay. I thought as I suppressed a giggle. His crush on Rarity was always so cute and the helmet only made it cuter. I probably should get a picture of it for posterity...
I had just finished taking a picture when I felt a tap on my side. Derpy had a letter in her teeth and was gesturing for me to take it. Once I took it she smiled and somehow flawless flew out of the still opened library door much to my amazement.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts Derpy's miraculous exit before I got too distracted. I glanced at the letter now in my magic with curiosity until I noticed that it was addressed to Spike the Dragon, Ponyville Library. I quickly looked all over the envelope and as I suspected it had no return address just like the letter that arrived just before the invasion.
"Not this again." I growled out in irritation. After the last time I looked up PonyMail regulations and it clearly stated that all letters and packages must have some form of a return address even if it was merely the agent or office from where the letter was mailed. I needed to speak to Derpy about this.
"Wait!" I called out as I rushed out the door, but sadly Derpy was no where in sight. How can somepony so clumsy managed to disappear faster then Rainbow Dash? I will have to find her later right now the contents of the letter concerned me the most.
"Spike." I cooed as I pulled the helmet off of Spike and waved the letter in front of him. "You have a letter."
"Another letter!?!" Spike groaned, facepalming as he noticed the letter in my magic. "Fine, let's see what it is this time."
Spike quickly clawed the envelope open and began to read the letter within. I stepped around so I could read along with him. Much to my annoyance I could tell right away that it was the same writer from before.
"Dear Spike,
Growing up can be scary but have faith that in the end you will remain you. Dragons may seem beast like but most are quite honorable and noble.
~H.K."
"Who is this guy!?" Spike snapped, crumpling the letter in his frustration.
I looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. While I understand his frustrations and agreed with the 'who' part of the question there is no way to know that this H.K. was male.
"Or gal... it could be a gal." Spike sheepishly corrected before I could.
"Spike, mind if I have this letter?" I grabbed the crumbled letter in my magic. If am going to get to the bottom of this mysterious H.K. I'm going to need to run a few tests on it in the lab.
"Sure knock yourself out." Spike waved dismissively as he walked away.
I sighed as he slowly climbed the stairs. His depression was as bad as ever and if I think about It may have worsen since the invasion. I really hope that Doctor Head Scratcher's assessment about how long it could take to get the old Spike back was conservatively long. I want my friend and number one assistant back.
I groaned as my migraine suddenly got worse. This letter so far has eluded all my attempts to discover secrets it could contain. The ink was standard ink that could be bought anywhere same with the paper used. I even used several spells to figure out where the all the materials came from by analyzing its mana isotopes without success. Who ever this H.K. he or she really didn't want to be tracked down. I'm running out of ideas and I don't want to notify Princess Celestia just yet. I need some decent, calm, and subjective proof besides wild, emotional gut feelings. I don't want a repeat of the changeling invasion.
"Gah!" I yelled out as yet another attempt failed to produce anything of value.
"Maybe you should give it a rest Twi..." Spike suggested as he brought in a tray of tea and cookies.
I graciously levitated a cup of tea and took a sip. Tea would be helpful in giving me a moment to relax before diving back in. Princess Celestia always severed tea whenever I got overly frustrated... it was always relaxing when I was dealing with an overly difficult magic problem. I supposed it's better then her own habit of cake...
"No, Spike I won't rest until I figure out who or what this H.K. is." I rejected his advice as I eyed the letter with a burning passion. I will solve your secrets!
"But Twilight it's been three days!" Spike protested.
"Come on Spike, don't exaggerate it can't have been three days!"
Spike roared in laughter clutching his stomach. "Says.... Says... Future Twilight that is now Present-Future Twilight that went nuts when Future-Past Twilight warned Past-Past Twilight about a 'disaster'and lost all track of time... Remember?"
"Not funny." I grumbled. I really don't want to remember about that episode.
"Neither is you overworking...again." Spike smirked at me, crossing his arms.
I was about to correct Spike a second time when the sound of somepony knocking on the library door. I glanced over at the magiclock to see that is was early afternoon. It was normal library hours so why would anypony knock?
"I'll go see who it is." Spike offered, already rushing up the stairs and back to the main floor.
Who it is... I looked back down at the letter and to the signature: H.K. Could it be?