It was five in the afternoon, the nursing home was quite peaceful and fresh in its hallways. In a special room, occupied by a dreamy girl, a new story awaited for her. The place was the same dark room from the last time, the only source of light was a simple candle lit with a dim and pleasant fire. A certain student quietly opened the door, reached the inside of her bag and withdrew a book while showing a beautiful card, and the girl of the room was smiling with joy.
“You came back, Storyteller!”
“Of course I did! And I have a story about knights just for you!”
“YAY! Did you read my mind to know about it?”
“No, but Pretty Eyes told me so.”
“Pretty eyes brought me a white cheese sandwich in the morning while I was sleeping. Nurse Marigold gave it to me and it was yummy.”
“Wow, I didn’t think Reem could go this far for you…” The Scientist mumbled.
“Yay! You made me remember her name, Storyteller!”
“Heh, say, do you know what’s my name?”
“You told me last time… but I don’t remember.” She was trying too hard to recall the Scientist birth name. “I don’t remember…”
“Don’t worry, my name is Twilight. Don’t forget about it!” She sat down and began to tell the tale. “True Knights are born through trials of fire, task of courage, and tempered patience! Knights are meant to be heroes, but most don’t understand the purpose of triumph…”
…. ….
It is said that real triumph comes with a great sacrifice. Heroes rise and fall, and so too must their villains follow the same fate. But, there are times where villains aren’t truly the living beings, for not all evils can be cut down by a sword alone. One can ignite doom to the people. One can ravage the land and then wither and die, leaving the world to their fate. In that moment, the so-called villain has died, but the crippled Mother Earth remains.
The circumstances are sometimes the nemesis of the history of humanity.
Despair is born in the midst of fear, and people fall to their basic instincts of survival, of supremacy, of being able to reach the end of the road in their fleeting lives. Do they became villains? Perhaps. But it can be said that they are just victims of the times that they were destined to have. Alas, hope never dies and heroes rise to face the world’s perils. Their goal; to unite the land once again.
Heroes must appear, for they always answer to the call.
In the age of the thirteenth century, during the final years of the Plague of Blackwater, a country was on the face of extinction. The once proud land was scarred in deep purple, the curse of greed and warfare undeniable in the heart of the conquerors.
In a certain village near Sirellachia, the capital city of Maresynvania, a lonely war orphan raised on the Church of the Holy Trinity, was bringing her groceries to her adopted mother, Nun Mariendorf. A basket filled with twenty apples and a slice of meat was a dinner meant for over one hundred refugees. She barely asked for provisions, giving most of her share to the other kids.
Her name was Gianna, and she had the most stern eyes of the town.
For nine years she has known poverty, for nine long years she has known sacrifice. She laid down her dinner, her hours of sleep, her freedom, all for the sake of helping her adoptive mother. The work of God demanded countless hours of community service, and the frail bones of the old nuns were not match for the workload their Lord demanded. Gianna worked from dawn to dusk, always knowing that one day her God will bless her people.
Hoping for a better future for the dying country.
At her side, Nun Mariendorf taught her many mundane things that ended up being useful in her life. Knitting, cooking, just to name a few. Gianna adored those fleeting moments of learning and entertainment, and the nun felt that she had found truly a spiritual daughter.
“The Lord always provides.” That’s what she always said during happy moments, precious on such sorrowful times. “One day you will be a dashing knight, Gianna!”
One midnight, during a full moon made of shadows and dim rays of hope, fire came from the main church in the hill of the town. Gianna was in the home of one of her Sunday School friend counting the stars and saw the smoke obscuring her view. Then the screams from the townsfolk were heard on the village with despair and terror.
Bandits were pillaging her home.
She rushed through a shortcut to the only place she has known all her life and hoped for her mother to be well and sound. She climbed on a tree behind the church, near the window of the second level, and jumped inside. She hid in various spots while exploring the building until she found the bandits and the nuns.
“WHERE IS THY GOLD!?” The leader of the pack growled, his voice muffled by her cloak and mask.
“There is no such thing as gold here. We are just a poor town full of lost souls.”
“LIES! I heard that here lies the Cross of the King and Queen of Crusades, and it shall be mine!”
“That is a national treasure!”
“So it is here! BURN THE CHURCH TO THE GROUND IF YOU MUST!”
“Waaaah-hahahaha! It’s burning already, boss!”
Their wake was swift, and in a matter of minutes they found what were they looking for. The pillager’s eyes burned in red and greed as his hands were exploring the object of his desire. In a desperate act of bravery, Nun Mariendorf jumped to the feet of the thief, trying to delay his steps. Her body was sent flying to the wall by a well-placed kick.
“NOOOO!”
Gianna lunged to the cloaked man and swiftly stole one of his hammers.
“What we have here!?” One of the gang members rushed towards her. “A brat that wants to play-!”
His voice was quickly silenced by a sudden slam to his head, leaving him unconscious. Gianna began her assault to the man that was stealing her home from her.
“LEAVE, THIEVES!”
The thief, however, wasn’t careless or stupid like his old partner. He gracefully froze her timing and started strangling her neck. She struggled mightily and tried to force herself out of his grip, but the difference in power was clear. Before she lost consciousness, Gianna looked at his eyes. Black as the night with a tint of red and ambition. The thief felt an air of uncertainty coming from her when she passed out, fearing all of the sudden leaving her alive.
“You messed with the wrong man! You must die!”
“You must die, indeed!!!”
From the ceiling, a caped figure landed with fury to the ground, pushing away the thief and rescuing the girl from him, putting her on the arms of a fellow knight. There was a commotion of clashing steel outside the church. A small fight was taking place between his troops and the Knight’s. The robber recognized that armor and the peculiar symbols on his cape. A Royal Guard he was, and enraged his visage steamed from within.
“Thee shameless coystrill! Thy endeth thee shall meeteth through the tipeth of mine own sw'rd!!!”
His movements lacked openings for the thief to take advantage of, so he made the smartest choice at that moment of peril; Run for his life. His partners were expendable, for he had what he came from. A few hours later, Gianna woke up, Nun Mariendorf tending her wounds.
“Mother!”
“Oh, Gianna! You are fine!”
“Indeed she is fine!” The Great Knight approached to them. “A great warrior she will be! Young lady, I beg of thee to join our crusade!”
The knight who rescued her, Sir Hamilton, offered her an opportunity that she couldn’t refuse, and Nun Mariendorf encouraged her to take it. An opportunity that would grant her the power necessary to fulfill her new-found purpose to stop thieves like the one who assaulted her village. And so, seven springs passed and Gianna turned sixteen, a full pledged knight of the country she became.
The youngest of the century.
On her travels to protect the townsfolk of the country with the help of Sir Hamilton and his brigade, she met various swordsmen and villains, rogues and blackmailers, and eventually found herself traveling on her own for a while with a pair of brothers who shared similar goals to restore the kingdom. One was a fallen body guard who still ported his lord’s cape, and the other one was plated ex-general who refused to retire. The Griffin brothers they were, and ready to kick evil to the sky they were.
The trio eventually became a local legend, ‘The three Madmen’ they were called. ‘Who assaults a whole encampment of thieves just to rescue a kid and her cat?’, the locals would say about some of their exploits. But, the older brother’s wife and son were proud of him and he didn’t mind the mocking names, and the younger one couldn’t resist chasing the pretty girls as his heroic deeds grew in number. He once tried to make fair Gianna have a dinner with him, much to his brother’s dismay. She rightfully stomped him on the ground and leaved him cold for days one time, much to his brother’s amusement. He never tried to date her again.
But every hero must have a great battle.
One evening, during a typical meal in a tavern they luckily found nearby to spend the night, they heard a rumor that subjugated their sleeping needs and rushed towards the blackness of the night through the road.
The capital was about be sieged by a foreign country, and the city’s defenses were doomed to fall.
Their steed’s hooves leaved a mark of fire as their footsteps surpassed the speed of sound. As they arrived to the capital, a black army of doom was sieging the city’s defenses. Not a moment of hesitation was spent and to the battle they charged with a war cry of hundred lions. They were unstoppable against the foreign army, blazing soldiers of justice burning the invaders for the sake of the people. As they reached the castle town, they could hear screams and violence singing high to the heavens.
But Gianna’s deeds and mighty presence was known to the knights protecting the city, and the burning flames of hope reenergized them to keep battling the enemy to the bitter end. She became a ray of hope as she rendezvoused with Sir Hamilton.
“Gianna! You are a fair sight to our tired eyes!”
“Why thee not speak on knightly language!?” Gianna joked a little as she defeated enemy cavalry at his side.
“Very funny, young lady!”
“We’ll fight at your side, General!” The elder brother shouted.
“Heroes always triumph and we’ll tell the tale in taverns and gardens!” The younger added.
“Our blades shall perish in battle if they must, Sir Hamilton!”
“NO! To the king you must go! If he falls, all hope is lost!”
“I won’t leave thee to die alone!”
“WE’LL BE FINE, GIANNA!!” The elder yelled.
“YOU WERE BORN FOR THIS!” The younger shouted.
“GO NOW, KNIGHT OF MARESYNVANNIA!!! WE’LL COVER YOU!!” Sir Hamilton encouraged.
She hesitated for a second, and with great regret he leaved his brothers in arms behind while they faced the now overwhelming force. Her horse smashed the doors to the castle and both rushed to the throne room. Gianna didn’t believe what she was seeing. The King laid on the floor under the vile presence of a cloaked man.
“Sire!” She shouted with perplexity to the unconscious king. “King Breathbane Swampest!!! YOU! What is the meaning of this treachery!?”
The enraged knight dismounted her horse and walked furiously to her king. Footsteps were heard and a small force of royal knights, willing and dutiful to the end, joined her side to attack the enemy together.
“There is no need to be hasty, soldiers of steel!” The cloaked enemy spoke. “Now, kneel before me!”
He quickly raised a relic to the sky and a black smoke engulfed the room. Gianna felt that her body betrayed her and she kneeled forcefully. Her fellow knights fell to the curse as well.
“What sorcery is this!?” Gianna said while struggling to get up.
“The will of God! The legacy of the King and Queen of the Crusades! The Cross of the Lord!”
“Those evil eyes! I know of them, as I know that cross as well! That belongs in Altary, my village!”
“Oooooh! Are you the little child from before!? I knew that I had to kill you back there all those years ago!” As he walked with a dagger unfolded, Gianna struggled and tried to fight back. “No use to resist, for I have control of this great power that commands the hearts of men!”
“I will stop… you!!!”
“HAHAHAHA!!! ONLY GOD CAN SAVE YOU NOW, AND HE IS ON MY SIDE, CHILD!!!”
“God… Mother Mariendorf…” She reached the rosary that her mother gave her many years ago before her departure and prayed, prayed like she was a child once again. She almost fantasized that the nun was at her side in her praying. And a miracle happened.
She broke free of chains of the spell, an unstoppable battle cry echoed on the halls.
“IMPOSSIBLE!!”
Her sword was lightning, her movements were blinding. With a swift strike she brought down the bandit mightily and the curse on the country was broken rightly. The relic was destroyed in the process and ascended to the sky, spreading its dust to the four corners of the land. The ruined grasslands became verdant again, the rivers glimmered with the dots of the sun, and the birds were returning to sing their songs of life.
A new savior was born.
“What happened?” The King asked while recovering his consciousness.
“We saw it, Our Liege!” Sir Hamilton, the Griffin Brothers, and the rest of the army appeared before them. “Knight Gianna has saved us all!”
“I see!!! A glorious day this is! You shall be named the Timeless Warrior and your songs of bravery shall be sang across the ages! ALL HAIL KNIGHT GIANNA, THE SAVIOR OF MARESYNVANNIA!”
“ALL HAIL KNIGHT GIANNA, A WARRIOR LIKE HER THERE IS NOT!!”
Gianna smiled for the first time in years. An amazing banquet and festivities were made in her honor! Every friend and family she has met on her journey were present! Nun Mariendorf told her how much pride she felt for her, and Sir Hamilton told her that if she was his daughter, he would be shedding tears of joy! He shed them anyway! The Griffin Brothers drank and ate until collapse, even Gianna couldn’t help but laugh! The wife was angry, though…
But it was a time of peace that would last many years.
…. ….
“As long as you have a just cause and an iron will, your work will never betray you. Be like the Timeless Warrior and never stop fighting the good fight. The end. Did you like the… oh!”
Meg was asleep, her body embracing the pillow comfortably with smalls amounts of drool falling to the mantle. It was six with thirty in the afternoon, very early for someone of her age to fall asleep, but the nurse told her that she took a very strong medicine today and that may have weakened her. Happy that she made another job well done, Twilight left the room quietly, not before turning off the candle with a blow from her lips.
As she left the room and walked down the stairs, she stumbled across Blueblood who had in his hands a heavy book.
“Miss Sparkle, so it is true that you decided to tell her a story in my behalf! I thank you then, although it means that bringing this old book with me is pointless now!”
“Don’t worry! Gilda gave me the card in behalf of Reem and I read her the story of the Timeless Warrior!” Twilight showed him the book in question.
“Oh, what an incredible coincidence! For I too desired to read her that story! But wait a minute! What am I seeing? That is the child’s version of the book!”
“Of course it was the kid’s version! I couldn’t read her the real deal!”
“A fascinating tale, indeed. And a very sad one. According to the author’s note, it was based on a legend of Nippon with a similar premise. But he suggests that perhaps said legend was indeed originated in Maresynvania and not Nippon. But it matters not, the message of the tale is what matters.”
“… Yes… It’s a sad tale in reality.”
“Gianna Albescu, The Timeless Warrior. Gianna means, ‘The Mercy of God’, and Albescu, ‘White’. The white mercy of God… As you know, no, of course you know, you read the book already, but I can’t stop thinking about the premise. Nun Mariendorf and her village didn’t survive the assault of the thief and his group, the country was sunk in the most hellish situation that one can imagine, and Gianna died at the end of the tale.”
“Yes, Sir Hamilton and the Griffin Brothers were indeed her friends and fellow soldiers… But the Thief was in fact the King’s twin brother. The magical relic required the sacrifice of countless people and that spawned the real Blackwater Plague. The fields of battle painted in purple ooze of the putrid corpses of knights, invaders and citizens was the source of its power. The ritual was a success at the end when his twin was killed… The real villain became a monster of purple and toxic ooze.”
“But the relic was purified when it came in contact with Gianna’s fierce and noble soul. The King was the real enemy and she had to kill him. But such a tragedy is the life of a knight. For them, an oath was the ultimate proof of knighthood. Even if the King was a tyrant, Sir Hamilton and the Royal Guard were still his knights, and he was still their King. Gianna had to betray her beloved father figure, her old companions, and their ideals, to strike down the evil king. I still remember the last part clearly. At the end of chapter eleven…”
…. ….
The world froze for Gianna and Sir Hamilton. For her, he was her savior and father figure. For him, she was the daughter he always wished for. But fate has put them in a cruel game of chess. Was it fate? Was it God’s will? Or were they just victims of the circumstances of their age?
The brothers unwilling to betray her companion, for her cause was just, began their battle against the royal guards, and as for Knight Gianna and Sir Hamilton, whether it was for respect or they simply couldn’t bear to prolong the inevitable, stroke at the same time. She lost her left arm. He lost his life. She almost began to weep, but the job wasn’t done just yet. She slowly walked to the King, determined and courageous.
“If you strike me down, your deeds of betrayal will become eternal!! You’ll become a Timeless Warrior, for you will be the first spawn of the world to burden broken oaths and become the murderer of your true King, forever cursed by history!!!”
“A true king protects the landeth and nev'r wouldst alloweth his people to feeleth the waketh of did hang'r and suff'ring! King Breathbane Swampest, no, King Smooze, fiend of demonic mud and corruption!” She raised the cross, purified by her noble soul. “BEGONE FROM THIS WORLD!”
A pure light of silver consumed the hall, Gianna’s eyes became golden as the sun, and the evil entity was erased from existence. As the holy relic finished its purposes, it slowly became dust of diamonds and the ashes quickly ascended to the sky.
“I don’t know what happened but I believe we are heroes!” The older brother said while rubbing his eyes, still blinded by the light. “Look, the knights are knocked out!”
“The battle is over. Gianna, we did- YOU ARM! CLERGY! ANYBODY! SOMEONE BRING A BLOODY CHIRURGEON!!”
“It’s okay… I’ll be joining them soon… My Mother… My Father…”
“What happened here!?” One of the surviving captains in the company of several knights shouted from the entrance.
“Murderers!” A servant crawled from a barrel. “They killed our king with sorcery! SHE IS A WITCH! LOOK AT HER FIERY PUPILS!”
Many set of eyes looked at the floor and were in shock at the scene. The king laid dead in human form on the floor with several knights’ corpses nearby. The knights quickly assaulted the brothers and as they were about to capture a bloodied Gianna, she did what not even the brothers expected.
She began a murder spree on the knights and assaulted the duo.
“GIANNA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”
“YOU ARE NO LONGER USEFUL IF NOT CONTROLLED BY ME AS PUPPETS! YOU ALL MUST DIE!!!”
“She is indeed a witch!!! She enchanted the loyal warriors of the country!!! Capture her!!! KILL HER!!”
When the knights released the brothers, she stopped struggling. The younger one tried to rescue her, but the elder understood her intentions, and her profound feelings, and stopped his brother from doing his pointless heroic. They exchanged a deep glare, but he quickly understood as well the situation. Then they wept from the deepest bottom of their hearts. But they needed to see it. They needed to presence her final moments.
Word quickly spread, and the surviving townsfolk gathered nearby on the center of the town. They blamed her that the country’s state all those years was her fault and that the king was dead because of her. They called her a witch, a servant of evil, a madwoman who tried to usurp the throne from the man who tried to bring back peace to the country. They threw at her stones and insults, the knights unceremoniously stripped her of her armor, and she silently withstood the humilliation. The people had prepared a hanging rope for her, a slow end awaited to the young Knight. The villagers wanted to burn her, but the wood was better served as repair materials.
As she continued walking to her final destination, the wind blew a serenade of peace to her. She wasn’t scared to face death, and memories of her life began to flow in her eyes. Her mother’s teachings, Sir Hamilton’s training, and her travels with the Griffin Brothers. The most dear memory for her was the shared oath she had with them. The rosary bonded them to fight for the innocent, and such memory was the last thing she had during her last steps.
“God is merciful... Right, mother?” She weakly whispered, but her sight was as strong as ever.
The real villain laid dead in the castle, yet, Gianna was going to be executed for his crimes. Were the people imparting judgment villains? No. They were just victims of the circumstances, just like her.
She was put on a chair, a rope hanging on a tree in front of her, then she soon could feel the hay around her neck. A knight kicked the chair and moments later she passed away. Then, the skies turned black, It was about to rain. But before a drop of the heavens could fall to the land, a soft light came from a statue of an angel nearby. The townsfolk soon fell overwhelmed as another inexplicable event happened before their eyes.
Sapphire tears were shed from the statue’s eyes, and the people suddenly felt that they did something terrible. The rain that day felt gloomy and sorrowful. The surviving captains were searching for any document that their late King could have left behind at that time, in case that something like this happened.
Then, one of them found a small chest impressively locked and full of letters. Letters that were made public.
Gianna’s innocence was proved. The late king, now known as the Tyrant Smooze, made a deal with the outlanders various decades ago. He desired nothing but destruction, riches, and power. Legend said that an ancient ritual would bestow upon him unimaginable power and eternal life. Some preparations were required, including the spilled blood of countless innocents, and the Cross of the King and Queen of Crusades in his possession.
His name became reviled, and Gianna became a saint. Some people thought that the tears in the statue was a sign from the Heavens telling the folks that an angel died. The eldest Griffin Brother became king by the people’s request, and he became a fair and just ruler for the sake of her friend, and the younger brother settled down, became a royal guard, and abandoned his flirting ways in her name. They never forgot about her in their lives, and together wrote this tale in her memory. She became the Timeless Warrior, the first Knight to betray her friends and country for the sake of freedom, at the cost of her life.
…. ….
“And her legend will live on from generation to generation.” Twilight concluded.
“To think that sacrifice can encompass many emotions and actions, in this case, risking it all to the point of betraying one’s beliefs to do the right thing. But what is the right thing in the end? It’s so philosophical, vast, and complex, that it could take us an eternity talking about it and we would scratch the surface by then. The book explains the struggle of her facing Sir Hamilton, but was that really what she was thinking at that moment?"
"What do you mean by that, Blueblood?"
"Imagine her situation. We are talking about the man who practically gave her a third life of purpose, her birth was the first failure of life, and her adoption by Nun Mariendorf the second. She knew she was about to strike down the man who saved her, and she was human with feelings, even if her heart was focused and unbendable... Did she feel doubt with her decision? Did she feel fearful that perhaps she was doing things the wrong way? Was she being hasty in her actions? Was she being a real hero? The story says that yes, and we know she indeed is the hero... But what if other people are finding themselves with a similar situation but they are the real monsters? That betraying their principles is not truly the answer? You know, Miss Sparkle, there are times when a King like my father must be harsh with his subjects and… What am I saying? I am Prince Arbelth Blueblood and melancholy doesn’t suit me! That is something that Nitpick is specialized with! Speaking of him, I noticed that he looks gloomy again. Did something happened at school?”
"What? No! I saw him fine this morning! Should we talk to him?"
"Gilda is with him, she'll know soon what's his problem is and tell me about it." He arranged his suit and walked downstairs quickly. “Fare thee well, Miss Sparkle! Tobias, where are you!?”
“Wait! You are forgetting… the card… Oh, well, he has another one, anyway. I’ll give it to him tomorrow!”
…. ….
The young Scientist was resting for a while in the parks nearby. Spike waited for her for a long while, his toys boring him to tears without her presence. She played with him for a while as they waited for Sunset and company to finish their tasks. Before the storytelling happened, she almost had Pinkie Pie as a partner and tried to come along with her to the room and help the Scientist tell the tale, but Twilight… talked her down in a very persuasive way.
She felt empowered at that moment.
“How was it, Twilight?”
“Ah, well.” She blew air to her fingers and rubbed them on her shirt. “I could have done better.” She smiled cockily.
“I knew you would do a fine job again.”
“Indeed, my Faithful Assistant.”
“You know, I have felt you different today. More assertive and even more efficient than before. Was talking with Princess Twilight that effective?”
“That’s right, Spike! Ever since I said to her my piece of mind, oh, I feel like I am becoming someone better than before!”
“As long as you are happy, I’m glad for you!”
“What I would do without your compliments, Spike? My first and best friend!” She rubbed his belly and made him giggle with tickles. “Are you hungry? I have your food here!”
“Yeah, I could eat a mountain of croquettes!”
“Ok!” Twilight prepared his plates, filling them with food and water, and prepared something important as well. “If you want to make your boo-boos, you know what the paper is for.”
As she looked at her puppy enjoying his meal, Twilight read the book once again, she had the original version on her bag as well. She has read many books before but she was fascinated still to find even more stories and sources of knowledge every day. The world of literature was almost infinite, and many surprises she was finding every now and then. When Bon Bon recommended her the book, she didn’t give it too much thought. Her friend said it was good, so she had to give it a chance.
She began to relive the book through sheer imagination, the scenes clearly materializing in her pupils as the words were explored by her sight. Then, some of her life experiences intertwined with the fantasy, and Twilight began to see many similarities between Gianna and Bon Bon. The Knight was a proud, loyal soldier and friend, willing to do questionable things by many to set things right. The Owl Lover was a proud, loyal student and friend, who helped Sunset and Princess Twilight to do the right thing. At least, that is what both believed was right.
She too admitted to have been part of it, but Bon Bon recognized her mistakes and quickly asked forgiveness. It’s a good thing that stories like Gianna’s are just that. Just a story. But… history may have different situations with similar arguments repeated in a span of millenniums. Perhaps there are many Giannas out there facing almost identical choices, unknown to the masses.
Some struggles can be found even in the inner recesses of the mind of one person.
Perhaps, that is what Bon Bon confronted back then. She knew she was betraying her friends while keeping quiet about Princess Twilight’s schemes, but her intentions were just and pure at heart. Something deep inside of the Scientist was burning with admiration, and at the same time, with despise. Two different feelings, for two different people.
“But… she asked me forgiveness as well… and I forgave her…” She mumbled with a strange tone. The wind blowing coldly. “I am such a good person to even gave her a second chance...”
“Wufff! I suddenly felt cold here, Twilight!”
The Scientist awakened from her thoughts. “Eh!? Cold? Oh, right! Want to go home?”
“But the girls said we would meet here and have dinner at the local café that Rarity wanted to visit at the Maximus Plaza!”
“My priority is you. I’ll text Sunset and tell her you felt weird… Now that you mention it, it is a little colder than before. Let’s go home, I’ll join with the girls later.”
But Twilight didn’t meet with Sunset and Friends at the end. The Scientist felt tired all of the sudden, a strong headache impairing her balance. She swore that she was hearing voices from her bathroom’s mirror, but they soon disappeared when she took a tepid shower. She and Spike decided to watch a movie with her parents, and dinner couldn’t have been a more pleasant surprise.
His father brought to his family some hamburgers and tasty fries from Bendy’s. They were so good that it always made Twilight break her streak of not eating meat, not to mention, he bought her the happy meal, so she couldn’t refuse the little toy. Her collection was already complete though, and she ended up giving it to Spike.
The Faithful Assistant couldn’t help but like the little plastic owl.
The movie was the finale of the soap opera that her mother enjoyed at the Star Channel at seven p.m., much to Mr. Sparkle’s horror. Twilight on the other hand was a little at peace that the long, ridiculous seven hundred episode series was finally coming to an end. She didn’t watch regular T.V. often but characters like Antonio, the protagonist of the series, made her somewhat… sick. He reminded her of Flash. As the filmed rolled, a breeze of mixed reactions dawned on the happy and united family.
Mrs. Sparkle was crying at the tragedy of the revelation that Antonio was in fact the antagonist of the series, and the evil twin of Francesco, the real love of the heroine. Mr. Sparkle, Twilight and Spike started drooling at the eighteen minute mark of the movie.
The film lasted three hours and six minutes… no credits included.