Spell had been back for two months at least, but because of his hurt and confused state he never left Sweet Apple Acres in that time. Now, after his talk with Luna he was prepared to re-enter society and say hello to his friends. As Celestia's sunbeams danced across his face through the window he slowly woke up.
Sitting up in the bed he rubbed his pupil-less eyes with his hoofs, and was surprised to see that is wife wasn't in bed with him. He shrugged to himself putting off as she simply woke up earlier to do farm work. As he made his way to the bathroom to wash up a thought hit him. "If she is doing farm work....why didn't she wake me? She never lets me get out of working."
He smiled at his last train of thought. More than once he had been forcefully thrown out of bed because he tried to sleep in. It was hardly his fault; he would always say defending himself, seeing as he grew up in Canterlot. They didn't have to wake up at such an uncivilised time. They would then both laugh at despite the fact he was raised with the nobles, and in all intents and purposes one himself, he never acted like they did.
"Probably me over thinking again." Spell muttered to himself and started brushing his teeth. As he rinsed his mouth and spat into the sink he smelt something coming from downstairs. Walking down he followed the scent to the kitchen, finding his wife with a frying pan in her mouth and attempting to make pancakes. Surprisingly she had only got 10 stuck onto the ceiling and walls.
"Mornif" AJ tried to say around the frying pan's handle. Chuckling to himself Spell levitated the frying pan and started cooking the pancakes without getting any on the walls or ceiling. "How do ya do it? Each time ah try it’s a pancakealossa on the walls an such."
"Had to learn to cook in school my dear. And i have magic." Spell replied happily and nuzzled his wife as he began plating them up. "So what’s the occasion? You almost never cook pancakes because of....well....because of it turning into a pancakealossa as you say." "That’s not even a proper word" Spell thought to himself.
"Well first if ya don't stop thinkin about how that's not a proper word Ah'll beat ya. Second, ah saw ya with the Princess last night."
Spell jumped slightly at this. She was asleep he thought. When he came back she was definitely asleep, no one falls asleep fast enough to watch another pony’s conversation and be sleeping by the time they come back into the room. "How much?"
"All of it. Ah didn't hear what was bein said but ah didn't need to. Ah could see you were upset bout something." AJ nuzzled her husband. "Ah'm always here for ya Spelly."
Spell smiled softly. Generally he hated that pet name, but there were a few ponies he didn't mind calling him it. His wife obviously being one of them. "Thank you AJ. Come let's eat. Today's a big day."
"You finally getting off this farm an sayin heyoo to our friends?"
"Eeyup." As Spell said the apple family token way of saying yes, the creator of it walked into the kitchen.
"Heyoo Big Mac. Would you like some pancakes?"
"Eeyup. Who cooked em. Not enough on the walls for it to be ma little sis." Spell started laughing at this which earned him a whack from his wife, which proceeded to glare at her brother.
"Ah cook just fine!"
"Eeyup. But no pancakes. That turns into a Pancake war zone" Spell once again laughed at the comparison but quickly covered his mouth so he wouldn’t offend his wife any further.
"Jus' sit down and eat Big Mac." AJ said with a sigh. This was going to be an interesting breakfast Spell thought to him self
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After breakfast Spell and AJ were slowly trotting into Ponyville, simply enjoying each other's company. "You know," Spell started saying, "I wouldn't be surprised if Pinks...."
"Has thrown a surprise party for ya?" AJ asked cutting him off.
"Exactly. Pinks seems to know everything." As he finished saying this a worrying thought popped into his head. "I hope she seriously doesn't. I don't want her to know who my father is. Not yet. I can't even tell AJ yet."
"Eeyup. But she doesn't know everything. Otherwise she'd know what happened to ma cake ah ordered."
"You ordered a cake?" Spell asked with a raised eyebrow. "You always make your own."
"Yeah well, ah wanted a pinkie pie cake."
"Fair enough."
They trotted once more in silence, but a comfortable silence. One of a couple who are completely at peace with each other. But Both of their minds were racing. AJ was worried about her husband. She had never seen him so upset at something as she had last night. She could have sworn he was close to tears that upset her. She had never seen Spell cry. He was the calm one, always there to lend an ear and offer support. "He's always givin help but never takes. Why won't he just me what’s botherin him. Ah could help!" AJ thought to herself.
Spell's mind wasn't even in Equestria anymore. He had returned to Dayflow and was thinking over the event where he discovered the truth. From there he thought about Bladestorm, and the fun they had before his death. Smiling he remember a song they had heard in a bar they went to, and Spell had pestered Bladestorm to teach it to him. He began humming it to himself and quietly singing some of it to himself under his breath.
"This song sounds dramatic
but I'm bad at writing words.
If you don't speak Equestrian,
this probably sounds pretty good.
You'd probably think I'm singing
bout some pretty serious stuff.
But in reality, I'm singing 'bout
the lack of stuff I’m singing 'bout.
This part's intense.
And emotional.
As long as you don't understand it"
Even though he was singing under his breath AJ could still hear him and listened intently smiling at the silliness of the lyrics.
"Your foreign grandma
would love this song.
Please send it to her,
and she'll probably tell her
foreign friends about the song her
grandson or daughter sent her today.
This song might hit the charts in her country
if parts sounded like Coldplay.
If the chorus sounds like Coldplay.
Then I put some 'La-La-La's in there.
La la la la la,
la la la la la la la"
"Ah wonder where he learn'd this song. Pinkie would love it" AJ thought to herself.
"Hopefully your foreign grandma
listens to this song every day.
And if she asks you to
translate the lyrics, here's what you say:
"A perfect translation does not exist.
Well, at least, not in your language.
But if you must know, well, picture this:
Fifty billion rainbows,
and the sun is setting,
and the moon is setting, also,
and you're there in a gazebo.
And then Celestia descends from heaven
and He gives you a million dollars.
Take that feeling,
and put it into a song.
I could translate word by word,
but that'd take too long.
And I've got stuff to do grandma.
I don't have time for this.
You've gotta trust me grandma,
this freakin' song is brilliant."
"Were did ya learn that song sugarcube?"
"I learned it in Dayflow. I heard it in a bar or something, and loved it. I pestered Bladestorm for weeks to teach it to me..."Spell smiled sadly at the thought of Bladestorm. Sighing he spoke once more. "Why did the fool have to die?"
"Oh...." AJ finally had an idea of what was troubling him. "Are ya ok sugarcube?"
"Yeah.....I will be....Come on. Now isn't a time for sadness. It’s a time for happiness. We're seeing pinks."
They continued walking and shortly arrived at Sugarcube Corner. Right before they walked up to the door AJ hugged Spell. "Ah don't know what happened, but Ah'm here for ya."
"I know my dear. I know."
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Spell's prediction came true. As soon as they entered through the door they were assaulted be a loud shout from several ponies.
"SURPRISE!"
Spell blinked and looked about with his mouth open. Sugarcube corner was made up with balloons, streamers and several assortments of food. Across the back wall was a banner reading !!!!!WELCOME BACK SPELLY!!!!! Several ponies were inside.
"Woah......I thought you might have thrown a party....but I didn't expect so many ponies. Did you all really miss me that much?"
"Of course we did Spelly! We missed you so so so so so so much. I mean I had no pony to make Sapphire cupcakes with, and Dashie had no pony to do all those awesome tricks that you help her with to do and Twi had nopony to study with her like you do and Flutters didn't have anypony who is as good with nature like you and Rarity didn't have anyone to speak sophisticated with and Lyra and Bon Bon couldn't find you to thank you again for bringing them together and give you some special treats they made for you and mpphhh mphhh mphhhh." Spell put a hoof over Pinkie's mouth.
"I get the gist Pinks." Spell said with a chuckle. "Now I hope you have some sapphire cupcakes for me. They were annoying absent in Dayflow."
"Mpphh mphhh" Spell removed his hoof so he could understand what she was saying. "I mean of course we do. Follow me."
Pinkie happily hopped off and Spell gladly followed.
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The party went on for a few hours. When it started to calm down Spell took centre stage and began to tell tales of his recent adventures into Dayflow. Everypony loved the stories of his travels as they were always certain to have some excitement in them. Needless to say He didn't tell them everything that happened. He left out Bladestorm's death and his discovery of his father. Once he was done with those tales, he regaled them with one of their old favourites, his journey into the Draconian lands. Everypony had heard this story hundreds of times before but they still all gasped and awed and ooohed at the description of the dragons and the wonders he had found there.
When his role as story teller had finished he taught Pinkie the song he had learned. Needless to say she loved it and sang it for several days afterwards. At request of his wife he Sang it to everypony accompanied by piano. Afterwards an encore was asked for and like the night before, he sang the Song dedicated to his Aunt.
When the song was done he excused himself from the party and walked outside to get some air. He sat down and looked up at the setting sun smiling. He then looked towards his old home and thought of his 'Mother', Aunt, and the Alicorn that had been like a sister to him. An idea came to mind. It was time to pay Canterlot a visit. He would send a letter tomorrow. For now, it was time to enjoy himself. With a determined glint in his eye and a smile on his face he walked back into the party and began singing and dancing to Pony Rock Anthem.