Another calm, peaceful day. Not a single cloud showed in the light blue sky; the weather pony was doing a good job. Everypony enjoyed and admired the work she and her weather patrol did. With their efforts, never once had Ponyville shriveled up from cold—and never once had it melted from heat. Regardless of how lazy she could sometimes be, Rainbow Dash deserved all the praise she received.
Another fun day—a day filled to the brim with excitement and adventure. Not a dull, laughterless moment ticked or tocked on their clocks. It was all thanks to Pinkie Pie.
Rarity kept everybody looking—as she would say—fabulous.
Applejack kept everyone well-fed.
Fluttershy never left a poor, fluffy soul behind.
And Twilight Sparkle had saved Ponyville and Equestria countless times since the day she first set eyes on Ponyville.
Trying hard to keep herself from getting distracted, Twilight pulled her eyes away from her window—from the clear, blue sky. I have to finish this book! She stood only two pages away from learning how to set objects ablaze in fire. She felt as if she’d been stuck on the same page for two hours now.
Darn it, Rainbow Dash! she cursed. It was the one day her pegasus friend decided not to take a snooze on a cloud—as opposed to actually moving them out of the sun's way. It was as if Rainbow Dash had actually listened to her instructors for a change.
Twilight snorted at such a thought. She would sooner believe in Pinkie Pie’s superstitious body twitches. But then again—one of them did make a piano fall on her head.
“Gah!” cried Twilight, squeezing her head between her hooves. “Focus!”
This thought echoing in her head, the violet unicorn pursed her lips and stuck her nose in the book.
If one wishes to acquire better access to fire, he or she must find the ancient Nuva stone of fire.
Nuva stone? wondered Twilight, digressing from her reading. What else does it say?
The whereabouts of the Nuva stone have remained a secret ever since the Great Cataclysm.
Wanting to know more, Twilight turned the last page. She expected an answer as to just what this Great Cataclysm was, but all she found were two paragraphs of circle-shaped letters—the likes of which clearly derived from a foreign language.
Is that it? wondered Twilight. A few more page flips confirmed her question.
Heaving forth a sigh, she brought the book to a close. It was then when she telekinetically set it back in its original spot within her ever-expanding library. After Celestia’s top student put the book back in its proper hole, she looked back at her desk and rolled out a piece of parchment.
With the tip of her quill now heavily coated in ink, she began writing.
Dear Princess Celestia,
I have just finished reading Ablaze In Fire, Not Fear. Thanks again for giving it to me! I honestly thought it was very informative—yet enchanting at the same time.
The only thing about it that bothered me was the ending. In the end, the book mentions something about Nuva stones and a Great Cataclysm. The last page is written in a foreign language.
I wanted to ask—do you know anything about what the end of this book is talking about?
Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle
“Spike!” she called out while magically wrapping the parchment into a scroll.
From the top floor of the tree house, Spike gave a twitch of his ears at the sound of Twilight’s voice. Taking no time to hesitate, the young dragon rushed down the stairs, not caring if he tripped on his way or not.
He had already used almost all his breath when he smiled, saluted, and said, “Your Number One Assistant Spike here!”
“Here,” began Twilight. “Send this message to Princess Celestia.”
“Can do!” And with those two words, Spike took a deep breath. Before Twilight could blink, he let a lick of green fire seep over the scroll in his hands. He and Twilight watched as the flame and ash retreated to Celestia through the nearest window.