//------------------------------// // Act 2 chapter 5 // Story: Diamonds are a girl's worst enemy // by Rarity Belle //------------------------------// “Thank you aunt Twilight, for everything,” said Sweetie Belle. Then she gave a tight hug to the other unicorn. With one last cuddle given from the both of them was the time to go back home there once again. Perhaps a little saddening fact for the little unicorn, but she knew that everything had to end eventually or perhaps one way or the other.         Rarity was already dressed in her rain gear while the saddlebags held the book closely at her side. She nodded to her little sister and gave a smile to Twilight before she opened the door. “You gave me your word, Rarity, I am expecting you to keep yourself on it,” whispered Twilight after she had moved in closer to the ivory mare who returned her a simple nod.         “I know I did, Twilight and I do tend to keep it. But I can’t promise it because it is just so close to a song I used to sing as a filly.” Those words flapped out of her mouth before she even knew what was going on. All of the sudden it felt like she had betrayed her very reason of coming to Twilight. Who on her own only raised an eyebrow.         “Then I pray that you might never hum one wrong note from that song,” Twilight then almost hissed through her teeth. Rarity understood the message straight away She gestured her head to Sweetie that it was time to leave. The other pony almost darted out of the tree library and began waiting for her sister.         “Thanks Twi, for everything,” she said just before making her departure as well. She walked up to Sweetie and together they would return to the Carousel Boutique.         “Right Rarity,” whispered Twilight to herself. There was a deep sigh that got released through her nostrils. Perhaps she was looking at the whole situation a little bit too harsh. Or perhaps she was looking at it with a right eye for the matter. It was quite impossible to tell really nor did Twilight wanted to tell. “Suppose that only time now can decide whatever shall become of you. I pray for a good ending, but judging the weather.”         Twilight never had been the superstitious mare but the dark weather and Rarity’s word combined with the book all began to add into a formula of sheer disaster within her mind. It would have been more than true that only time would be able to tell the tale that needed to be told. “Still no rain…” she then commented upon the weather and gave the mares one last wave before retreating back into her home. ---                       “Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean, there is no profit, Rary?” Pearl spoke after they all came by from the laughter. The unicorn had told her story inside of the cavern perhaps a little bit sweeter than it originally had been and her mother had figured out there weren't any gems that were retrieved.         “Honey, you heard her words right, all of them were corrupted,” addressed Magnum. He recalled the spoken words rather clearly. While it was only partly true though. Sweetie on the other end laid giggling on the couch. She had almost curled herself up next to her sister while she imagined herself and her friend fighting the giants.         “I do suppose you are having a point there. Shame, I wanted to widen my collection a little bit. Been years since I have last been into those mines,” commented Pearl. Then she released a giggle of her own. The story was still a very good one though.         “There’s a reason for that honey,” her father said. With his hoof he began to stroke though his wife’s mane. Something that caused her to look at him with a raised eyebrow and a look that the daughters knew out of thousands.         “Are you saying I’m too old to crawl down such a dungeon?” she then almost teasingly asked the stallion, with a grin clearly visible upon her face. None of the family members could hold themselves anymore and erupted out in a chuckle. Just the situation where Magnum had managed to work himself was golden to say the least.         Not that he cared that much about it though, for he went along with the events just as easily. “I’m not saying you’re old, I’m just saying there are reasons. What they are, is up to you to discover but I think, if you look around this room you will be finding that answer.”         “You sly, sly little devil that you are,” returned Pearl in a little sensual tone. After which she giggled and relaxed her body a bit in the sofa. Rarity and sweetie couldn't help themselves but to giggle at the scene before they both shook their head a little bit.         “So,” Magnum began to change the subject. “What will you be doing now Rary?”         “That is actually a question I still haven’t really thought about yet. Perhaps I shall be going back to the boutique and finish some of the things I have started. Or I just stay here for the night. Depending on whether or not it rains,” replied Rarity to her father. She felt her little sister almost falling deeply asleep next to her.         “Well, from the sounds of it, it is still dry. But the clouds have been so threatening today already, that I don’t even know whether or not it even shall rain,” her father then relied. Pearl stood up and walked over to the worn out Sweetie and carefully picked her up within her magical aura.         “I’ll bring her to bed, Rarity, you should be doing the same. Any second here, is a second closer to the erupting of the storm.” Those words were more than true and the unicorn knew that fact very well. So there was only one more thing that she could be doing. Telling her parents goodbye and make the crossing back home. ---                       In the bedroom of the boutique had the fire illuminated the place as Rarity finally had come back home. A deep sigh of comfort was released through her nostrils as the saddlebags were removed from her body. The book itself was taken out of them and placed upon the desk as something for the following morning. When she closed all of the curtains and wanted to tuck herself in, the sounds could be heard falling upon the roof and the window. That unmistakable ticking of the drops of water the poured down from the skies. A small smile grew upon the face of the mare when she snuggled up in her bed.         She had been home before the storm erupted and was a couple of experiences richer. Though one thing still continued to chew heavily upon her mind. The very fact that the most cryptic spell in the book stood that close to the song of her foalhood. It would be something that could have driven her mad for certain.         The head gently laid itself upon the pillow. Her horn charged itself up one more time. All of the fires extinguished themselves before the final blue light also disappeared from existence. She needed her sleep to regain some of her strength. She needed her sleep more than anything in the moment and would have loved to just sleep through the other day. A fact, or a wish, that never would have been granted to her though.