Spike’s Quest: The Hunt for the Gem of Forsaken Dreams
Throughout Ponyville a quite cricketing could be heard. The moon shone brilliantly against the water, and a cool breeze rustled the leaves on the apple trees. The lights were out in the houses, and all the ponies were fast asleep. All except for one. Rarity dashed around her house, picking up a spool here, and a needle there. She put fabric on the mannequins, laced them with ribbon and encrusted them with jewels, then pulled them apart and tried it all again. She worked non-stop, making dress after dress, hat after hat, shoe after shoe, trying to create the most beautiful dress. In what seemed like no time at all, the sun began to rise over the horizon. If she did not finish her design soon, could she ever be seen as a respectable designer?
Spike woke up early that morning, and something in his gut told him things weren’t all right. He looked around his room, but nothing was out of place. Slowly, he crept downstairs into the main library. As he looked around, all he could see were the stacks and rows of books, exactly how they were the night before. Though all seemed to be normal, something kept urging him on. In the silence of the early morning, he could hear a faint sigh of distress. It was one he had heard many times before. Quietly, Spike left the library and walked down the street to Rarity’s house.
Spike stopped in front of the house and knocked on the door. “Are you okay in there?” he asked as he tried to peer through a window.
A magical glow covered the door and it swung open.
“Perfect, just who I needed. Spikey-wikey, can you do me an incy-wincy little favor?”
“Sure, what is it?” replied Spike as he walked in the door.
“I just need you to get a gem for me, bigger than this” said Rarity in the distance as a large gem flew into Spike’s face.
“Sure, I guess. I’ll go right now.”
“That’s a good dear Spike, be back soon!”