As the months progressed, Twilight and Misty fell into routine. Every morning Twilight would write a letter to Celestia telling her what she planned to do. Every evening Misty would write to Celestia about what they actually did. The cycle continued.
Twilight was amazed by Misty's rapid incline in skills, and as Misty tore through magic and books, Twilight was trying to learn as many skills as possible for teaching.
Both of them looked forward to the weekly Equestrian History lesson. The number of attendees had dropped to three. Misty, Twilight, and Spike (who was forced by Twilight.)
This week though, three new members came for some cutie-marks.
"Cutie Mark Crusader Historians!"
"-and so Clover the Clever founded the Equestria Society of Magic. Scootaloo what did I say?"
"But I'm not even a unicorn!"
"I am!"
"Sweetie belle, we know that!"
"Don't be jealous because your an Earth pony!"
Twilight sighed, "Clover the Clever's most famed student, Constellation Orb, invented the teleportation spell. Misty would you care to demonstrate?"
"Sure!" A blue glow surrounded her horn, and, almost instantly, she was transported across the room.
"Wow Misty! That was awesome!"
"Well, thank you Scootaloo-"
"You are so good at magic!"
"Well ahl be, Misty, that certainely was some high-filouting magic!"
Twilight cleared her throat, "Anyway as I was saying-"
"Sorry Twilight, gotta go!"
And with that three crusaders raced out the doors. Applebloom's voice faintly penetrated the library doors, "Hey everybody! Misty is the best unicorn ever!"
Sweetiebelle's voice also echoed, "Yeah! She is the best at magic!"
Twilight felt a small pang in her chest. What the hay was that? I've never felt anything like that before.
Misty stared out the window. "I didn't do anything special."
A small voice nagged the back of Twilight's head, " Oh yeah? She's freakin' amazing. Better than you Twilight. Everybody knows it too. Nice job, Element of Magic.
Twilight shook her head slightly. What was she thinking.
"It's fine Misty. It will all blow over. You know how the Crusaders are." Is it? Will it? Does she?
"I guess so, Twilight."
"Sure it will, I promise"
But as she said those words the voice came back, Twilight why are you promising? It might not happen. It's not going to happen.
Twilight put her head in her hooves.