Applejack was the first to question Twilight, with RD following her.
“Whatdaya mean, Old Ponish?”
“Never heard of it before.”
“Sunset told me about this once. She usually used this kind of writing to share personal information with Princess Twilight, on her journal.”
Twilight stutters on her words, probably still shocked and broken by the body of her loved one, but continued her sentence.
“To us, it looks like gibberish. But to the ponies of Equestria...”
Rarity came in just at the right moment, finishing Twilight’s sentence.
“..it’s their language.”
“Exactly.”
Pinkie Pie looks over to Twilight, her eyes in full excitement.
Well, it’s not really excitement, due to the body in front of them.
“Well then, what are we waiting for? Lead the way, Twilight!”
She stops for a moment, and took some time to tell the girls the news.
“I-I can’t. I only know what Old Ponish is, but I don’t know how to decode it. If I would have done it on my own, it would take a very long time.”
Applejack gave out a little sigh. “Guess we have to find another way.”
They all look down in utter despair. The last words, or rather, the last message of Sunset, just laying right there, open wide, and yet, they can’t do shit about it.
Unless, of course, a price is paid.
Suddenly, Twilight had a bright idea. She immediately ran towards the bed, being careful not to ruin it, and picked up Sunset’s journal, lying on one top. She scooped it up, and brought it back to the girls, which were already downstairs. Guess they didn’t want to look at the corpse no longer.
And Twilight doesn’t blame them. Hell, why would she?
She rushed back downstairs, her face with a full smile.
She raises the journal sky high, practically making sure all of her friends know her scheme. And they did. But instead of agreeing, they were hesitant. RD to be exact.
“You sure about this Twilight?”
Twilight made a shocked face at RD.
“Of course I am! We can contact the princess about the symbols, let her come over and decode it for us!!” It was clear that she had a plan, but she didn’t really think about it that much. There was one major thing that stopped the other 5 girls to do this, and Fluttershy was quick to announce.
“But, that would also mean.....” she trailed off. She didn’t have to say the full sentence. There was just simply no need. Just those few words, and it got Twilight to realise her mistake.
‘Oof. Fucked this one up, Twiligth.’ she thought.
But to her surprise, the others decided to support her cause.
“Twilight’s right. I bet we won’t get close to getting this killer, unless we know what this...Old Ponish says.” Applejack exclaims.
“Yeah, she’s right! Maybe it could be something reallyyyyy important! Who knows!” Pinkie says.
RD however, just did a shrug, signalling her existence on both sides.
Rarity decided to speak up.
“I don’t know, darling. It just seems like a burden to handle. Especially for Twilight.”
It was a 3 on 3 situation.
3 wanted to decode it.
3 say otherwise.
All until RD began to claim her side.
“But, Rarity, just think about it. One way or another, she would have eventually caught up with the scenario. And besides, we can’t leave her hangin’ without Sunset ever saying anything to her.”
She was right. They can’t just leave her with the journal, all by herself, writing to somebody that will never reply back.
The tides have changed.
And it was for the better.
Suddenly, the journal Twilight was holding started shaking. She gasped, and accidentally dropped it down on the ground. A purple light emits from the book, as it continue to shake violently. Once it stopped, Twilight picked up he journal, and decided to check the pages. Inside where words, writted out by the princess herself.
‘Sunset? Are you there?’
‘Sunset, you haven’t been replying to my writings since the last 3 days, and I’m starting to get really worried. Hope your okay.’
‘Reply if you see this, okay? Just a reminder that your fine.’
She looked down, only to see the last words, carved out on the page itself, which in fact, broke Twilight’s heart out.
‘I miss you.’
It wasn’t because of her princess counterpart might be in love with Sunset, but she approached it as a friend, worried and in need of her significant other. Tears fall down her cheeks as she comprehends those last words.
‘I’m sorry, princess. We failed her.’ she thought.
She wipes off the remains of her tears and looked straight at her worried friends.
“Give me a pencil.”
“Now.”
She expected her announcement to the counterpart is going to be harder than it sounds.
Hell yeah, she was correct.
Maybe even underestimated it.
She sat down on one of the sofas, as her mind begans racing with ideas.
“What should I write to her? It must be simple, but I can’t be to flat about it. I can’t be dramatic, then it’ll break her. Ughh, for fuck’s sake, this is hard!!”
Then, and only then, she knew it.
Her heart.
The only way to express it is what seems best. Follow her heart. Let the emotions flow, even if it means tearing her, or maybe even both of them apart. She holds a steady breath, as she tries to take back the tears that were already beginning to pop out of her eyes. She wipes them before letting anyone noticing, and began to write.
‘Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle...’
‘I’m sorry to say this, but this is not Sunset. This is the human Twilight. We had to take her journal to tell you some important news.’
‘Sunset, is dead.’
‘It was announced right about last week, by Principal Celestia. She said it was suicide, but it wasn’t. Right now, we are in her house, looking for clues that would lead us to the killer.’
‘Recently, we found some scribbles made out of Sunset’s blood, and we assumed it as her writing. We believe that it is Old Ponish, but none of us can decode it.’
‘Except you.’
‘Ahead of you, is two roads, princess. One road is to leave this behind, and pretend like none of this even happened, and continue on.’
‘The other, is to join us.’
‘Join us on this case, this case which will serve as vengeance to Sunset. Help us decode this sentence, and we will take it from there. You may not fret, princess. We will catch this criminal.’
‘But, that’s only feasible with your help.’
‘I will not strain nor stress you with the choice which is laid upon you. It is your desicion.’
‘Follow your heart.’
As she finishes of with her writing, she felt the page being wet. It wasn’t the whold page, just one small circle. Then came another circle. And another. Soon after, the whole page was damp and wet.
Twilight, wasn’t surprised.
It was just the princess.
Letting go every last bit of sadness.
Supposedly the tears that come with it, too.
It wasn’t long before the princess replied.
‘I’m in.’