As thunder and lightning boomed over Equestria, Twilight and Spike were rushing as fast as they could to the Mountain of Moraine. The Storm King had returned, and the crystal found at the Mount were their only hope of defeating him. They ventured through treacherous mountains and mysterious forests, facing daunting challenges with unwavering friendship.
As they reached the heart of a foreboding mountain, a trap ensnared Spike, leaving him dangling over a dark abyss. Twilight's heart raced, burdened by the weight of the world on her hooves, yet she refused to leave her friend behind.
"Aren't you going, Twilight?" Spike spoke desperately, tears in his eyes, lips quivering.
"Not without you," she declared bravely.
With every ounce of strength, Twilight advanced, ignoring the pain in her body and the fear in her heart. She fought against the darkness, her magic glowing brighter than the stars above, and she made a mighty leap towards Spike.
It all went black.
The citizens of Ponyville had only been waiting a week before seeing the beautiful sight on the horizon - Twilight and Spike, beaten but determined, several crystals in tow.
"Don't you want the glory, Spike?" Twilight joked weakly.
"Not without you."