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// Chapter 3. Spike's Tale Pt. 2 
// Story: Celestia's Pride And Regret 
// by MellowBrook 
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	A rather large smile lit up Spike’s face, as he re-read the princess’s letter for what must have been the dozenth time. Finally, after all this time, he got a message from the princess, and it wasn't her just ordering Spike around. She was actually apologizing to him and the rest of Twilight’s friends. Spike, unable to wipe the grin from his face, read through it once more.




My most faithful subjects,

Before all else, I wish to apologize for my behavior these past few months. I have not been myself, ever since the passing of Twilight. In my grief, I have abstained any contact with you, all for fear of your resentment. This was a grave mistake on my part, as I now realize that I have left you all to stew in whatever animosity you may have against me. I have decided that it is long past time for me to pay a visit to Ponyville and see all of you. I trust that you all have dealt with Twilight’s passing in a far better manner than I have. Also, I wish to discuss Twilight’s parents, and confirm that they have not said anything that might of harmed all of you.

Spike, I am sincerely sorry for what I have done to you. Instead of consoling you, after the pony that you followed all of your life died, I held my silence, keeping to myself in the castle. I have made a grievous mistake in doing this, and would do anything in my power to try and make amends. We will discuss this further upon my arrival in Ponyville this day next week.

Sincerely, Princess Celestia



Spike’s smile left his face, as his thoughts turned towards Twilight’s friends. He was left to wonder how in Tartarus was he going to get them all together, when they avoid him entirely. He decided that this was an issue he would have to think about in the morning; it was getting late, and he needed some rest and time to think of what he was going to do.


• • • • The Next Morning • • • •


After Spike pulled himself out of bed, he got to work on a plan to get all of Twilight’s friends here. It was a plan that came to him while he was sleeping. He had a dream of being held captive, as Twilight sat there staring at him. Staring at him as if asking why? Why did I have to die? Though the dream haunted him, it gave him an idea that was sure to bring everyone over. 

First, Spike had to go and dig out some rope, which he remembered that Twilight kept in the basement. Spike questioned her one time on why she kept her rope down there, but she never would give him a clear answer. To this day it remained a mystery to him. Spike walked on over to the door to the basement and pulled it on open. Spike had never visited the basement before and he found himself wondering about what all might be down there. Deciding that sitting up next to the door thinking about it was going to get him nowhere, he descended into the dark abyss that was Twilight’s basement. Spike felt along the wall until his claw came across the light switch. After flipping the lights on, Spike was met with one of the most amazing sights he had ever seen.

Books, books everywhere. Books, not stacked in neat rows or columns, these books made up a small town. Spike was astounded, and now understood why Twilight never wanted him down here. She was probably worried about him messing stuff up. These books formed an imperfect replica of Ponyville. Spike now also understood why she kept so much rope down here: when books couldn't hold each other up, she used rope of various thicknesses to hold them together. Spike, now intrigued by the sight that lay before him, sauntered up to the replica of the library. He bent over to look inside, and saw a single book laying on the floor. The book was labeled Twilight’s Diary.

Spike left the book where it was, deciding that it was more important to try and get all of Twilight’s friends together for the princess. He walked towards the far wall where it looked like Twilight had a workbench of sorts. Coiled on the wall above it was rope, many variations of rope. Spike grabbed the thickest rope he could, and carried it back upstairs with him.

Spike, upon arriving at the top of the stairs, dropped the rope and went to grab a quill and parchment. Spike had to stop and ponder on what he was going to put in this letter. It had to be something convincing and compelling enough to draw all of Twilight’s friends in.



To whom it may concern,

I have here, beside me, a rather distraught young dragon. He seems to be under the impression that no one is willing to come and help him. According to him, all of his friends now avoid him. This matters not to me, as long as I get paid. In exchange for the freedom of this dragon, I demand a sum of one hundred bits. You have until this time tomorrow to pay up, if he ever to be seen again.

Respectfully, Anonymous




Spike, with his younger mind, thought this a brilliant plan and proceeded to tie himself to a chair. After checking to make sure he was bound securely, he looked at the letter and engulfed it with green flames, sending it to the one he thought he would get the largest and loudest reaction from. He had to make sure that whoever he sent the letter to would get everypony else together to save him from himself.

“Hopefully it won’t be a long wait.’ Spike chuckled to himself.