Hey Twilight,
I’ve had an interesting few weeks, and I’d like to share some of it with you. I have good news that you’d like to hear. My horde has grown, not in terms of size, but in terms of quality. The Canterlot Museum had decided to give me the very first copy of your book. You know, the one before it was heavily edited? I know, it sounds strange since archmages have been trying to decipher a select few spells and theories for the past few years. But we came to an agreement, so long as I translate all of the spells, I could keep the original. I don’t think I can even describe how happy I am because of that agreement. This one of the last things on the planet that you created by your own hoof. It’s helped me hear something I haven’t heard in a long time: your voice. I am not ashamed to admit that I cried when I received it.
Second, your great great great granddaughter, like you, has become Celestia’s personal protégé. It seems that everypony in your line is going on to do great things. First, you redefine magic and you find a way to manipulate the inner magic of every creature, allowing them to use it. Then your son finds a way to create artificial magic using technology. That’s closely followed by your great granddaughter who finds a way for us to touch the stars. I have no doubt in my mind that Aries will change the universe, much like you and your children have.
And, this is the most exciting thing I have to tell you. I can give you more details when I deliver the letter, but for now, here’s a very very brief explanation: I’m going to be a father. Ignis laid a clutch of three eggs a few nights ago. I now understand that feeling you felt when you became pregnant. I’m excited and scared all at the same time. I have to thank you for something. Thanks to you, I’m now fully prepared to help my children grow up. Thanks for telling me that I was babysitting instead of asking if I could.
When I deliver this, I have a gift to give you. There’s this song that one of Pinkie’s great great great granddaughters composed, I think that you’d like it. It has a classical style to it. Classical in the way that we describe it, not the way that her generation does, her generation describes jumpstyle as classic (I still can’t get over that). Anyways, I better wrap this up. I’ll deliver this as soon as I can, and I hope you like the gift I bring you.
Your baby brother,
Spike
PS: Luna would like to say hello.
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A metal bowl full of oil sat in front of a headstone. On the headstone was a six pointed star with five smaller stars surrounding it. Sitting on the other side of the bowl was a purple dragon that was as tall as three ponies. He was wearing a white over coat with a blue trim. At the end of the coat’s sleeves were cuffs made out of sapphires with gold surrounding them. His wings passed through the back of the coat and were folded at his sides. Both of his hands had rings on the middle finger. In his left hand was a rolled up scroll with a purple ribbon tied to it. Sitting on his right shoulder was a phoenix with lilacs in his beak. The dragon snapped his right hand and a green flame burned at the tip of his index finger. The fire touched the oil causing it to come to life. An emerald flame burned in the bowl. The scroll was tossed into bowl and the fire grew. The ends of the scroll slowly turned into purple ash.
“Peewee,” the dragon said. “Do you want to give your gift first?” The phoenix flew on top of the headstone and dropped the lilacs into the fire. Like the scroll, they began to turn to ash. The phoenix moved back to the dragon’s shoulders as the right ring gave off a glow.
“Thirty minutes left huh?” he said looking at the ring. He cracked his neck and stood up. “Better give you my gift then.” His left hand reached into a pocket. When it was pulled out, purple and white powder was in the palm of his hand. The dragon took in a deep breath, bringing the powder to his mouth. A gentle green flame flowed past the powder. The powder swirled a few feet in front of him taking the shape of something familiar. What looked like a bench and a baby grand piano remained when the powder stopped moving. The dragon sat at the bench and dark coloured flowed through it. His fingers touched the piano’s keys and like the bench, colour flowed through it. A polished black baby grand piano sat by the bowl of fire when the colour stopped moving. The dragon cracked his fingers before pressing the keys. A small smile formed on his face as his fingers danced.
“This took me a few days to learn, I hope you like it,” he said. “Otherwise, this will have been for nothing. Hey Peewee, want to sing along with me?” The phoenix nodded and cleared his throat. He closed his eyes as he sang. The sun was lowering itself over the horizon as the two continued with their music. The smile on the dragon grew. How fitting that you should get your gift at twilight, Twilight.