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// Prologue 
// Story: Sleepless Nights And Speechless Angels 
// by thelegendarytoothpaste 
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The morning was beautiful when Twilight Sparkle awoke, though there were raindrops on the windows. Strange. Was rain scheduled overnight? She could have sworn Dash said it was supposed to be clear skies all week. Maybe she misunderstood.

She let out a yawn and headed for the hall. Her first order of business for the day was to-

Oh, right! The alien. Okay, that changes things a bit. Her first order of business now was to wake him up, and then Spike, assuming he was not up already. Spike was an early riser. She wondered if Hinka was as well? 

She smiled a bit. He was a potential friend, she figured. She could learn a lot about him and where he came from with time.

She gave a soft knock on his bedroom door but heard no response. Ah. He must have still been sleeping after all!

"Good morning, lazybones!" she called as she opened the door. "How did you--"

She fell silent as she entered the room. Twilight was always very good at telling when something was bothering someone, and as it stood, just walking into his room was enough to all but blast her back with negativity.

Hinka was sitting at the desk, his blue instrument on the floor behind him. His masks were all but untouched and he looked ragged, like he had barely slept a wink.

She approached him from one side and looked to his face. He was pale, his pupils were pinpricks, and he appeared to be clammy. Was he getting sick?
"Hinka?"

He didn't respond. She gave his shoulder a nudge and frowned.

"I won't ask if you're okay because it's fairly obvious you're not. I know you can not understand me so well too, but I hope you can feel my honesty when I say that, if you need to talk, you can come to me."

She was not certain if he even heard her. He almost seemed catatonic.

"I'm going to get you some breakfast, okay? I'll be right back."

She gave his shoulder a gentle pat, but received no response.

He would not leave his room that day, and his food would remain untouched. Angels do not eat.