The sun rose over the mountains on the horizon to the east, its soft golden rays warming everything it touched. On a certain oak in a certain village, it came upon a thin veil. The veil had a purple hue, and it moved only so slightly due to the soft morning breeze that went over it. The purple veil was a curtain, and that curtain’s purpose was to give the bedroom of Twilight Sparkle, even with the intrusion of the sun, a dark atmosphere.
She wasn’t exactly sleeping comfortable. The constant worry about her assistant gave her some bad dreams, and she was squirming around in her sheets some times. They returned yesterday. Twilight quickly realized in the woods that there was no possibility in finding the dragon, and decided to end the search for that day. With a heavy heart, she walked home. There was only one hope left. Princess Celestia.
With only the six of them, it seemed neigh impossible to find one little dragon in a round area with a radius that has a distance one would only cover in a three day journey. She needed the help of the princess and/or her guards. With enough pegasi, they might be able to cover the most of the area. With luck, Princess Celestia’s reply should arrive sometime today.
Twilight wrote the letter two days ago and Princess Celestia should have read through it by the end of yesterday. With her power, she should be able to send a reply directly to Twilight, without any sort of delay created by the bureaucracy of the post office. Twilight was still sleeping when-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
She squirmed in her sheets and let out an annoyed grunt. It was not yet time to stand up for her. Maybe they’ll leave if I just don’t open the door. With another grunt, she pulled her sheet closer to her body. She slowly opened up one eye to look at the clock. 7:34, there was still a little over an hour of sleep waiting for her. Closing her eyes again, she let out a sigh and began drifting back into sleep. The soothing calm of her bedroom slow-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
This time the grunt couldn’t be considered annoying anymore, but rather angry. She took ahold of her pillow and put it over her head, pressing down on the side of it. “Go away!” She quietly ‘shouted’ into her pillow. It was way too early for this. Nothing came after this. After a full minute without knocking, Twilight slowly lowered her pillow again. The pony who knocked seemed to have surrendered to the stubbornness of the purple librarian.
The room was back in its soothing calm. Twilight let out a sigh that had all her pent up frustration of that early morning visit in it, and began drifting back into sleep. There was still a full hour of sleep ahead of her.
CHUUCKKSSHH
Twilight bolted upright as she heard the glass door in her bedroom break. It was the door that led outside to her balcony with her telescope on it. She was fully awake in an instant and looked to the door, or at least what was left of it. Was someone breaking in her house? It certainly seemed that way, since there was a gray lump of pegasus laying at the floor.
She couldn’t comprehend what happened. Her brain was still a little drowsy from sleep, and she just got startled to near death.
“Oooww,” the pegasus, obviously female judging by the voice, slowly exclaimed. Twilight looked closer at the intruder. It was a grey pegasus mare with an oddly blonde mane. Her cutie mark were some bubbles. The mare slowly sat up and rubbed on the side of her head. After a short while, where Twilight only looked shocked at her, she turned her head and saw Twilight. Her two eyes were not focusing on Twilight when she spoke, “my bad.”
Twilight still wasn’t sure what happened. She anticipated some kind of rowdy or sneaky black pony in a spy uniform, not a normal pegasus mare. Suddenly, Twilight shook her head violently for a second. “What happened?” She quickly asked with a worried voice while standing up from her bed. When she was standing, she walked over to the sitting pegasus. “Are you alright?”
The grey pegasus looked somewhat in the direction of Twilight. “Oh… I’m alright,” she stated with an unworried voice. „That happens all the time.“ Then she looked back at the former glass door. “Sorry about the window,” she added with a voice that sounded like she did that on a daily basis.
Twilight’s right eye twitched a little. It was a door, not a window, but with a short sigh, she banished her annoyance. There were more important things than getting annoyed at this mare, like studying and looking if the pegasus mare was alright. Now being convinced that no vicious thief stood before her, she averted her gaze towards the shards of glass on the floor, being surprised that no shard seemed to have gotten into the hide of the pegasus. That was one lucky mare.
Using a spell, Twilight lifted all the shards of the glass door up and they all flew back into the frame of the destroyed door, reverting it to its perfect condition again. This spell took her months to perfect, but it was worth it. Many things in her library got destroyed by visitors, Spike, or herself and having a spell that reverts an accidental crash of some furniture equals a miracle sent by Celestia in those situations. After the door was repaired, Twilight walked closer to the pegasus and put her hooves around her, helping her up to stand.
“Are you sure you are alright? That seemed like a pretty serious crash back there.”
The mare quickly got up on her legs, showing that she would have also been able to do this without Twilight’s help. “Yeah, like I said, I am alright,” she added and suddenly, her expression changed to surprise. Quickly, she looked around the room until one of her eyes fell on her saddle-bag that lay on the floor beside her. Turning her body towards her bag, she bent down and opened it. After a while, she raised her head again and turned to Twilight with a letter in her mouth.
“hwiligh farkl?” She muttered with the letter in her mouth. Knowing that she probably meant Twilight Sparkle, Twilight nodded, and the mare made a gesture that told Twilight to take the letter. “From frincess Ceesia,” she added and Twilight’s eyes instantly widened. From the princess?
Not wasting a second, Twilight quickly levitated the letter out of the mare’s mouth and held it before her eyes, which were beaming with anticipation and hope, but her expression quickly changed to surprise, and she turned back to the pegasus. With a sheepish smile, she simply let out a small nervous chuckle. “Sorry for that,” she added at the end of her nervous laugh.
The mare didn’t quite seem to react at all and only waved a dismissive hoof. “No worries. We mail-mares are used to seeing those kinds of faces.” One of her eyes darted to the clock hanging on the wall, and her expression changed to worry. “Oh, that late already? Sorry, gotta fly. Goodbye Miss Sparkle!” She shouted while running to the glass window. Before she impacted on it, she stopped and opened it. After it was open, she started away.
Twilight looked a little perplexed at the opened door and simply shook her head. Using her telekinesis she closed the door, but not until she heard some kind of crashing noise from outside, but she ignored it. She got a letter from the princess. Finally, she felt some hope in finding Spike again. Twilight quickly opened the letter and read it.
My dearest most faithful student Twilight Sparkle,
I am most distressed after receiving and reading through your last letter. Just like you suggested, I wrote a letter to Spike and tried to send it to him. I have attempted to contact him through our magical link, as you have suggested I do, and I regret to inform you that it has been broken.
This can only happen if the link got dispelled by a magician, like yourself, or that Spike does no longer walk upon this plane. Twilight, I know what it is like to lose somepony close to you, and while there is always a possibility that Spike maybe still alive, you should prepare yourself for the worst. Nevertheless, you mustn’t give up hope either.
Stay strong, Twilight. For Spike.
Yours,
Princess Celestia
Twilight read through the letter multiple times. Spike? Dead? This couldn’t happen. Slowly, she put the letter on a nearby drawer. After this, she went back to her bed. With a silent sob, she put the blanket over her, and silent whimpers could be heard. Spike wasn’t alive anymore.