//------------------------------// // Below Zero // Story: When You Wish Upon a Star // by Kibat Grenbuku //------------------------------// Hey guys, I hope you’re having a great day so far! So, I’m trying something different in this chapter and this is the first time I’m really doing this, so, once again, please bear with me. I do enjoy writing stories in third person, but from what Mix-up has pointed out, I haven’t really gotten into the mind of the characters, so I’m going for the first person view. Now of course, I really don’t want Carson/Wish getting all of the spotlight, so this is my solution. Mix-up, I hope this makes up from my previous mistakes. Anyways, enjoy this chapter! Twilight’s P.O.V. As Spike and I got back home from Sugarcube Corner for our picnic with our friends, I place the box of a dozen cupcakes on the table. I’m very grateful that Mrs. Cake had made that amount despite that I insisted that she should go through the trouble of doing so. I looked back inside the box, just to make sure the icing didn’t get ruined for our picnic, which to my relief it wasn’t. Seeing the good amount of the icing for my friends is huge priority. Looking at the dozen of cupcakes, I felt really bad about one pony in particular… Wishing Star. He said that he wouldn’t feel right to interrupt my time with the girls, but considering that the amount of work he has back in the Carousel Boutique, I could see why. "Ok," Spike reports to me, "'Triple-check checklist to make sure we didn't miss anything when we double-checked the checklist.' Uhh, check!" As soon as my assistant checked off the last thing on the checklist, he winced and dropped the quill, his writing hand badly cramped up. "Agh! I've been holding that quill for so long that I got a claw cramp. Good thing we don't have to write friendship letters to the princess this week." I gasped at the last part he said in a panic and I had every right to be! I knew I forgotten something! "You mean to tell me that we didn't send a friendship report to Princess Celestia this week!?" I asked him, I didn’t give him the chance to answer as I ran around the library and began shouting, "Oh no! Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no!" I frantically looked around to find my calendar, it has every single event and important schedules on them so I wouldn’t forget… ironic considering that exactly what’s happened now. “Spike! Where’s my calendar, where’s my calendar!?” “Right where it’s always been.” He informs as he point at the drawer, “Why? Is it bad?” “Bad?!” I reflected the question back at him, “BAD?! Of course it’s bad Spike! I'm supposed to send Princess Celestia a letter every week, telling her about a lesson I've learned about friendship! Not every other week, not every ten days, every... single... week!" I fell onto my bed in dismay, wrapping myself under my bed sheets. “Oh, how could I let this happen? I'm usually so organized. I've never been late with an assignment.” “Oh, please!” Spike exclaimed as he pulled the covers off of me and dropped down to the first floor. “You're the most studious student ever! I'm sure the Princess will forgive you if you miss one little deadline.” That’s one of the many reasons why he’s my number one assistant, supportive and willing to help my with anything to get me encouraged and seeking for answers. Although, through that praise and reassurance, that fell on deaf ears. “I'm afraid to take that chance, Spike. This is the ruler of all of Equestria we're talking about. The pony who holds my fate in her hooves! What if she doesn't forgive me?” “Yeah... I don't think she—“ Spike tried to say otherwise as I continued speaking off of my mind as I teleported right in front of him. “What if instead she starts thinking I'm not taking my studies on friendship seriously?” “Why would she—“ “What if she makes me come back to Canterlot and puts me back in school and makes me prove I've been taking them seriously by giving me a test?! What if I don't pass?!” I continued on further with my panicked rambled as I paced around the room while Spike just shakes his head, which I didn’t notice. “Well, why wouldn't you pass—“ I unfortunately cut him off again. “She's my teacher. Do you know what teachers do to students who don't pass? “ I asked as my stress and anxiety was starting build up. Spike didn’t have an answer as he face-palmed, once again I didn’t notice him doing so. “They send them back a grade! But she won't just send me back a grade. She'll send me back to... magic kindergarten.” I sat and shuddered at the memory of all of the fillies laughing at me for my intelligence. Whilst I was in my frightened trance, there a knock on the door, which at first I didn’t notice or even hear. Spike then tried to snap me out of it. “Twilight? Twilight!” He called and nudged me to get my attention, of which I was glad he did. He then informed that there’s somepony at the door. As we went to the first floor and to the front door, I opened it to see a very concerned Applejack and Rarity. Applejack and Rarity, here at my house before sundown? I thought to myself, That’s very strange, why are they here? “Twilight dear?” Rarity asked me, “Mind if we come in? It’s very important that we need to inform you.” This ultimately got me to gasp softly and it made me immediately think, A friendship problem! Maybe it’s not too late after all! “Sure! Come on in!” I say excitedly and quickly grab my notepad and quill with my magic like an investigator ready for writing down evidence, “So, what kind of friendship problem are we facing here?” I was anticipating that it would be a friendship problem, but had I notice them looking at each other first, then back at me, I would’ve known that this wouldn’t be the case as Applejack started. “Actually, sugarcube, this ain’t a friendship problem.” I raised a brow in confusion. “Not a friendship problem?” I repeated the question. Rarity nods as she then adds, “In fact, this is more of a sickness problem.” “A sickness problem? Well, it’s a good thing I kept some books about some illnesses and viruses. So what kind of symptoms are there and who’s the pony in question?” As I look up to see my friends with a very worried and concerned expressions on their faces, the pony they told me is somepony that would never even suspect. “That would be Wishin’ Star Twi.” Applejack told me. My whole world nearly shattered when she said that, I nearly dropped my notepad and quill. At first I thought I heard her wrong and asked, “I-I’m sorry, who’s sick?” “Wishing Star dear,” Rarity repeated Applejack’s answer, “He’s been sick for the past two days and without us knowing.” Spike’s jaw dropped and I gasped in shock. Wish was hiding his sickness while he was working for the past two days?! Why didn’t he tell me or anypony else? Why would he hide it from us? Spike picked his jaw back up and then it was his turn to ask, “But he was doing fine last time I spoke with him. How is he sick now?” “That’s the thing Spikey-Wikey,” the fashionista pony explained to us, “When I asked him if he was feeling alright, he said he was fine. When I left the room afterwards, I thought I heard a cough. At first I thought it was because of the dust from the old sewing machine I had since I was a filly. Oh, I wished I would’ve caught sight of this sooner!” I was completely flabbergasted by this, never in my time here in Ponyville so far had I ever seen this happen! Looking back at the party we had for Wishing Star a week prior, he seemed very happy! I try to look back back further in that week of the party and try to think as to how and/or why he got sick. Sweet Apple Acres, a Week prior to “Lesson Zero.” The party was still in full swing and dance music had died down, Wishing Star and I had gone off the dance floor to the beverage counter, both of us were smiling and completely out of breath. Normally I wouldn’t stop dancing, but given how Applejack’s family gave way too much food a couple of months ago when I first arrived Ponyville, I would only dance for a good thirty to forty minutes, from when we danced, I’d say we passed the forty-seven minute mark. “You okay?” He asked me with a breathless chuckle. I nodded, signifying that I was alright, “It’s just that I never danced that long before!” I admitted to him, panting in the same pace he was, “Whew… At this rate, I think this one long jazzercise I’m never going to do again.” “Here here.” He pants as he finished drinking, I then noticed he was looking around, as if he was looking for somepony. I asked him, “Is everything alright?” He then looks at me with a look like he was being hunted by somepony. “Say Twilight, you would happen to invite a mare that’s about your height, pinkish gray pelt, and she has face that looks like this.” He then does a scowling face that I know one pony in particular. “Spoiled Rich?” I asked him, he nods as he continues to look for her, “You know her?” “No, but she kept staring at me while we’re here.” He explains to me. This was the first time I ever heard of Spoiled Rich of ever going to a party that Pinkie Pie throws, especially considering that she has grudge against blank flanks, so this is extremely out of character of her. I joined in the search for her and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted her as she was about to leave, giving me a scowl of her own, and then leave the house. “I just saw her,” I informed him, “Why don’t we go talk to her and see why she’s here?” He seemed to hesitate at first, but then he says, “Yeah, let’s go. Besides, she seemed very suspicious.” So we got out of the crowd, went outside and followed after Mrs. Rich. I called after her, “Mrs. Rich!” She groans and turns to look at us, the scowl hasn’t left on her face. “Ugh, just what I need, Twilight and her blank flank friend, coming to question me.” “Sorry, but we were just wondering why you were at the party.” I informed her, “It just seemed really odd that you would just come here.” Mrs. Rich just rolled her eyes at my question and says with an annoyed tone, “Well, since you’ve already asked, I was told about a hero, whom is a blank flank. To my surprise, from the description I told, you definitely match the description.” I looked at Wish, from the expression of his face, he seemed very calm, his body language told a very different story. It seemed he really wanted to retort her, but he seems to try to have himself contained. Not to mention the fact that if somepony called one a blank flank, they either; A: would be depressed and desperate to get a Cutie Mark, or B: (and very worst case scenario,) Get really upset with said caller and jump at them. “Who even told you about me?” He asked, his tone sounded very low, almost to a growl… given how he hates… scratch that, resents high class ponies, he really wants to just shout at the top of his lungs, it’s only just a matter of time. Mrs. Rich just harrumphs, “Everypony was talking about your accomplishment, about how you talked down the Lord of Chaos himself and driven him out of Equestria. Humph, good riddance to him too.” “Hey, he has a change of heart now Mrs. Rich, at least give him a chance.” Wish told her. “A chance, with him?” She retorts at the turquoise stallion, “Never in my life! I would rather lock myself in my bunker than getting to know that… that floating manticore!” That’s when Wish explodes and shouts, “HE’S CALLED A DRACONEQUUS YOU STUPID HOLLOW HEARTED WHORE!!!” I gasped as to what he just called her, in all my life I never heard such language! He’s clearly becoming aggressive towards her. I much as I was, Mrs. Rich was left speechless. She then regained her composure and says, “Clearly, your blank flank friend here knows no sense of when to keep his mouth shut.” “Yeah? Well the only sense it sounds like you have is the one you’re taking right up the-“ “Wishing Star enough.” I said to him sternly, “Let’s just go back inside, okay?” I could see he’s very angry and trying to ask Mrs. Rich any other questions might not be a good time. He eventually agrees and we gone our separate ways. When we got to the front door, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy was there. “Jeez, what was that all about?” Rainbow asked us. “It’s nothing.” He says to her as he went back inside. We were taken aback from his sudden mood change. “Is everything okay?” Fluttershy asked me, “What happened?” “Remember when I told you about his problem with high class ponies because he lacked a Cutie Mark?” I reminded her, of which both of them nodded, “W-well, he went off and got up in Mrs. Rich’s face.” The three of us looked at the glum turquoise pony who is drinking his beverage out of a red plastic cup. “Okay, well that answered one of my questions.” Rainbow says to us. “What was the other question?” I asked her. “What’s a whore?” All of a sudden we heard a loud, “D’OH!” Present Day “He did go back to his cheery self when we got back partying.” I explained with my hoof on my chin, “But according to you Applejack, you said that he was sick for the past two days. What’s his current state right now?” Applejack began, “Well, he’s ain’t in any good shape Ah could tell ya’ll that. He’s been gettin’ a fever, but the odd thing is that instead of a warm temperature, his body seemed to be ice cold. He also seemed to be very overly stressed, anxious, and he’s gone into an emotional breakdown yesterday, Ah’m really hoping that’s the only one.” I pondered about his symptoms, they seemed very familiar. “Strange…” I say to myself, “I felt like I’ve seen this before… almost like the time my brother and I-“ I stopped myself in shock. He… he couldn’t have it, could he? The chances of having this disease were only seventeen percent. “Spike! In the ‘R’ section, there should be a book that’s called ‘Reference Guide to Diseases and Viruses.” He went to the ladder, grabbed the book, went back down and placed it on the table. I skimmed through page after page, thanks to the help of my magic. “Rare colds… rare colds…” I say to myself, looking for the one that matches the description of Wishing’s symptom, “Rare col-Aha! Here it is! It’s called ‘The Below Zero Virus. Whilst not really dangerous by any means, it is very harmful to pony who comes into contact with it. Symptoms include: High Stress and Anxiety Levels, High Blood Pressure, Pain, Feeling Weak, and A Very Cold Body Temperature at either negative fifteen or twenty degrees fahrenheit. The chances of getting this disease is about eleven to seventeen percent.’” “Good heavens.” Rarity exclaims in shock, placing her hoof to her mouth, “Those sound very serious.” “But there is a cure, ain’t there Twi?” Applejack asked me. Spike answered for me, “Sure there is! In fact, Twilight help her brother get rid of this disease before, and vise versa! It shouldn’t be problem, right?” “It would be the case Spike,” I say to him as I looked through the book, “How it was made, however, it takes some hassle to make.” “How so?” I turned to the next page as I looked the requirements, “Well, for one, some of the ingredients are located in Everfree Forest, those being the Dancing Spectra flowers, but those won’t be a problem as we stocked enough for Zecora, so that’s that. But then there’s these items, a Cragadile tear, A silver rimmed leaf, and two cloves of nine leaf clovers, but those clovers hasn’t been seen for a long time, including the silver rimmed leafs. The items that are easy to get are Zap Apples and we can probably ask Nurse Redheart to borrow one of the medicine syrups.” I closed the book and took a couple of other books with me to bring to Everfree in my saddlebags. “Applejack, I’m placing you in charge to looking after Wishing Star. I’ve gotten every book he needs in case he gets too bored, or too stressed, or too anxious, or too-“ “Whoa, slow down Twi!” Applejack placed her hoofs on my shoulders making me stop talking, “Ah’ll round up the girls and get items for ya’ll, ya go head to Sweet Apple Acres and offer the poor fella some comfort. It’s… it’s probably one of the reasons why he’s stressed.” When she said that, that made me realize that a week ago, I remembered something he said, particularly, my horn. “But I hurt you! Every time I keep seeing that mark on your horn, I feel like a jackass and I’m in debt to you!” He didn’t sound stressed, but more distressed of the mark on my horn. I looked at my bags that are filled with books, then back at Applejack with a look that tells me, “Go to him, he needs you.” I sighed and said to Spike, “Spike, I’m placing you in charge of the Library while I’m gone. I just need to jot some notes before I head out.” Sweet Apple Acres, Wishing Star’s P.O.V. Out of all the days and the episodes that I had to get sick, it had to be Lesson fucking Zero!?!? What the fucking hell fates! It’s something that I wanted to shout at the top of the heavens, if I haven’t screamed so loudly at Applejack two days ago. God, I feel like an absolute jackass… no beyond that, AN OBLIVIOUS FUCKWIT! I felt a tickle in my throat, causing me to cough harshly. You ever get those coughs when it’s to the point when you feel like your esophagus is going to detach itself from your throat and get these throbbing headaches like someone took a bass drum and attached it to your head, playing it over and over again? It’s basically like that, but imagine it three times worse, along with the cold feeling, joints being a huge pain in the ass, oh yeah, did I mention that I lost my voice? After my coughing fit was over, I rested my head back on my pillow, feeling miserable and in pain. I can’t help but be in worry as to how Lesson Zero’s going to go. The only scenario that I could only see is Twilight going around Ponyville and try to find a friendship problem and since I can’t do any to prevent the Insane Twilight’s rampage of her friendship problem catastrophe, I’m going to be unfortunate to suffer the consequences of not being able to avoid this outcome. As I gave out a frustrated sigh, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. “C-Come in.” I forced out, feeling like my voice is going away, a tear was streaming down from my eye as I gave out a cough or three. The door opens and in came Apple Bloom wearing a doctor’s head mirror and a mask covering her mouth. Jesus Christ AB, I don’t to get remind of the year that human malware existed. I thought to myself as waved a hello to the little country filly. “Feelin’ any better yet?” She asked me hopefully, I wanted to pretend to her that was getting well, but pretending is what got me in trouble in the first place. I shook my head no, my heart immediately broke when she let out a sad, “Oh…” just seeing her that sad look on her face just made me feel more miserable than I already am. During my time in bed yesterday after my free fall down the stairs, Applebloom has been playing doctor and trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. It’s very nice that AB is doing very thing she can to help me get better, giving me medicine and water, any typical things that doctor would do to help their patients. I just really wanted to hug her and reassure her that it isn’t her fault that I’m strapped into the bed and tell her everything will be okay. Applebloom then pipes up and then says to me, “Oh! Ah almost forgot! Applejack wanna let ya know she’s gone to get Twilight to help ya with yer sickness!” The pupils in my eyes shrank. Twilight is coming, but which version of her am I going to see? The Twilight I’ve always known and love, or the Twilight in Lesson Zero? “Are ya okay?” Applebloom asked me, causing me to regain my sense to see the concerned filly. I reassured her with a nods, then motioned my head to the tall empty glass, asking her for more water. “Oh! Sure thing!” Applebloom says kindly, “Ah’ll be right back!” With that, see took the glass and went out of my room, leaving me to contemplate as to how the check up will go. On the one hand… erm, hoof, Lesson Zero Twilight could come in here and pepper me with many friendship related questions, create one right in front of me, forcing me to join her cause, then afterwards once this has been blown over, I would’ve slipped into madness, go to the tallest mountain in Canterlot and kill myself. But, on the other, if this is the normal Twilight, I’ll be okay with it… as long as she doesn’t go crazy on me at the last second if she does come. I mean, a much worse scenario is that Twilight would be so far off the rails and come kills me with a knife. I thought to myself, which made me shudders at the terrifying idea of her coming in the room with a Harley Quinn laugh. As much as I do enjoy Tara Strong’s performance of those characters as the next guy, she can sometimes bring out dark moments in some shows to her characters. I try to get as comfortable as I could despite my body hurting constantly, I rested my head on the pillow, hoping to dive into the realm of dreams to forget that I’m sick. Try as I might, for the past fifteen minutes, I couldn’t get any sleep at all… I once again shifted my position, but that’s when I noticed that felt someone holding my left front hoof, opening my eye groggy eyes, my vision was blurry at first. Once it became clearer, the first thing that I see a friendly smiling Twilight Sparkle. “Hey.” She greets as we made eye contact, “How’s our favorite patient?” I wanted to tell her that it’s been better now she’s here, but due to my coughing fits earlier and my out raged yelling from three days ago, my voice was too far gone to even speak. I could only just look away in misery, hanging my head down. I heard Twilight sighs, “You know, you’re not the first to deal with the Below Zero illness.” I looked at her in shock by the illness’s name. “I actually have had that when my brother and I were younger. My brother was stressed for training as the member of the Royal Guard, so I did my best to take care of him. Hehe, I remember calling myself Dr. Twily at one point.” I gave out a chuckle and then gave out a couple of coughs. Well, Dr. Twily’s probably may be the mare I need right now. I thought to myself in amusement as Twilight continues, “After a couple of days, he got back into training, no stress mind you. A couple of months after that, Hearths Warming came, and I unfortunately came down with the illness.” I could see her blushing embarrassment, if anything I can’t say I blame her. Being sick on the most festive time of the year sucks, and I know from experience. “But enough of that, let’s get to it.” She says to me, she first handed me hot cup of what seems and smells like tea. “Firstly, I want you to drink this. This is healer’s tea, specifically made for any damage or swollen tissue from inside the body. I also have honey in this jar.” She point the glazed yellow clay pot, on the front of the pot it has a honeycomb on it. “I don’t know if you do have honey in your tea, so I brought it separately just in case. I smiled at her for being thoughtful, I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her amethyst irises, it’s like staring at an entire galaxy filled with bright violet stars, or a mystical void that drowns me deeper and deeper. My focus deters away to see the noticeable red mark at the base of her horn, it’s healing thankfully, but I still feel guilty for hitting her horn. She could notice me staring it and she was about to say something, but I quickly distract that by point the honeypot. “Oh, you want honey in your tea?” She asked me, I nodded yes. She smiles as her horn lit up with magic, levitating the pot in the air at her eye level. Next using magic to grab a silver steel spoon, dipping it into the honey, scraping the bottom of the spoon to get rid of the excess, and carefully dips the honey spoon into my tea, giving it a gentle stir. “Now, do be careful, it’s very hot, and I recommend to not down it in big gulps, doing so won’t help your throat..” She cautioned me, thankfully I took the warning to heart and blew gently at the liquid. Giving it a couple of blows, I decided to taste the tea and gave it a small sip, the feeling of the warm tea hitting my tongue made me shiver a tad, but the warmth was helping the inside of my mouth become warm and moisten it with saliva again. She then continues on, “I find that if you drink this tea two times a day, it’ll make the healing process go faster, the healthy results can take up to a couple of days, depending on how severe your illness is. Giving as the disease is Below Zero, it’ll take three days for it to go away.” Well, that’s a relief, I thought to myself again, taking another small sip of the tea, Wow, this tea is amazing! I’ll have to ask her if I could have drink of that next time I don’t get sick. Twilight then says to me, “Okay, while the tea is taking affect, I am first going to check through your mane for any lesions, parasites, or any infected areas among your scalp. I’m going to use my magic to illuminate any areas as well.” She got onto the bed and lights her horn as she combs through my brown and blonde mane with her front hooves. She looked through every part at the top of my head, mumbling to herself indicating no serious signs to my head, which is good. As she was checking through my mane, I couldn’t help but smile like an idiot, hearing her mumble just wanted me to speak up, but as mentioned, my throat couldn’t be usable at the moment. After she check through my mane, she then began to palpate the muscle at the back of my head and neck. Palpating is basically check how tender the muscles are, going from light to deep. As she applied pressure from the back of my head, down to the back of my neck, groaned in discomfort, which made her stop. “You okay?” Twilight asked looking at me, trying to show my tough side I nod to her, then she instructs me, “Can you turn your head to your right?” I did so, looking to the right. “Now to your left.” Once again, turning it to look in the other direction, there wasn’t any signs of discomfort when doing so. She took notice of my neck and then informs me, “Well, good thing is that there’s no signs of deformities in neck. I believe that there’s only just tender pain in that area, meaning that the back of your neck muscles have been bruised. I wouldn’t worry however, it’s not too severe and a day or two’s rest would heal your neck in no time. Other than that, everything’s normal.” I sighed of relief, my breath clearly visible once again. She caught notice of my breath and says, “Okay, the next test is to see the temperature of your body, and how my family does it is that we use an heat signature spell, this will be easier to check your body temperature. I just hope I remember how to do it.” Her horn was once again lit by magic, focusing all of her energy on the spell. I noticed her irises in her eyes flickered multiple colors for a moment before going back to their original amethyst purple, and it caught me off guard for a second. “Whew, still got it.” She cheers to herself, making me chuckle. As she looked closely at my face, she squinted at some areas. I wonder what it’s like to see through a heat signature spell? I thought to myself as she’s analyzing my ‘aura,’ I could imagine just seeing different colors of these aura Twi mentioned. “Oh goodness…” She says nervously, I know that tone all too well, whenever she’s in that nervous tone, it means a couple of things, it would mean something bad is going to happen, or she would be too nervous to say it to me directly. I could only raise a brow in a questioning manner, she clears her throat and explains, “Well, in such a visionary spell like the heat signature, scanning the auras aren’t hard, but it’s finding the color that is tricky. In this case, the aura I’m looking for is either a ice blue, or, and this a very rare case, a white aura… Which is what you have. Below Zero patients who have white auras, their recovery can take about five day to a week.” I slunk my head onto the pillow. For a week?! I thought to myself, But what if something really important happens and I was invited?! What if I was expected to show up for one the episodes?! I was panicking in thought. “However, there is a way to speed up the recovery time.” She tells me, her nervous tone was still lingering, but I ignored and looked at her with hopeful and pleading eyes, she blushes for she’s about say next. “The, uh… the only to speed up said recovery is to… have some transfer of heat to your body, in this method’s case… cuddling.” She awkwardly giggles afterwards. I too was blushing, my cheeks were getting warm at the thought. Forget the whole problems of other episodes, what will happen this doesn’t help?! Even if it did, will Twilight just catch this illness again?! I really wanted to oppose the idea, but the coldness of my body made me shiver again, making me squeezing my eyes shut. Twilight’s P.O.V. I see Wishing starting to shiver, not a good sign. As it was further mentioned, Below Zero is not deadly by any means, one of it’s harmful mechanisms of it is when somepony shivers, it means that cold temperatures are rising and needs care immediately. I started to come around to the other side, climbed onto the bed, got into the covers, and quickly held Wish close to me. Oh sweet Celestia, he’s cold! I screamed in thought, and I wasn’t exaggerating either, his entire body was like an ice cube! I held Wish close against to my chest, wrapping my front forelegs around his upper body. His shivering was slowly but surely ceasing, resorting to him panting which is a good sign. I breathe slowly and calmly, letting follow my breathing pattern as soon his breathing returned to normal. “There… any better?” I asked him, he only responded with a moan of comfort. I giggled at his response and gave him a gentle squeeze around his chest. “You should probably get some sleep Wish. I stay right with you whenever you need me.” I nuzzled his cheek with mine, he was like a life sized plush toy and the way his cold body felt soothingly satisfying, like a reverse heating pad. I gave myself a yawn, I felt a little drowsy and closed my eyes. “Th-thank you.” I snapped my eyes open and looked at Wishing Star. He said thank you to me, it was raspy and almost like a whisper, but I heard it clear as day. I smiled at the turquoise stallion, then looked out at the window, it was dark out, so I rested my cheek on top of his and fell asleep. Even though it may not be a friendship lesson, it sure honestly felt like one, and I know exactly what to write to the Princess once this issue is taken care of. Dear Princess Celestia, Yesterday, I’ve learned a very different kind of friendship lesson, the lesson of importance and care. I was informed by my friends that Wishing Star was sick from the same sickness I had as a filly, but thankfully, he’s going to make a full recovery by tomorrow. As I was taking care of Wish, I discovered how important he was than I thought throughout his time here in Equestria. Not only that, but I’ve also believe that he could be the key to helping me understand more about friendship! That being said I also want to make two requests: 1. Is it possible for me to write to you whenever I’ve learned a friendship lesson? I know I’m organized when comes to these lessons, but I didn’t want you to think I’m tardy on them and I didn’t want to let you down by not learning anything at all. 2. Is there a possibility to have a understudy to learn with that isn’t a unicorn? If yes, then I would like to give Wish a journal in case he has learned a friendship lesson. I know he doesn’t have the same type of magic like I do, but I feel like he’s more important than we realized, and I think he doesn’t know it too. Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.