Dear Twilight

Spike had just finished his long trek up the side of the mountain. Hot tears streaked his face, laced with passing memories as he reached his destination. The only thing on his mind was telling Twilight his feelings about her and the friends they shared. Darkness claimed the sky and brought forth a sprinkle of twinkling lights in the distance from both the town below and the sky itself. One star in particular grabbed Spike’s attention.

This star, in his opinion, grabbed the attention of all Equestria with its boldness. It was the only star that seemed so close, that you could touch it. It had such a shape that could not be ignored by the baby dragon. It reminded him of Twilights cutie mark. It had been ten years since Twilight’s passing but still the scene seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. He had to see it. He knew this sight would not last forever and set his mind to going to the star. He needed closure.

The cliff was long and jagged with a cave facing the edge. This is where they told that sleeping dragon to leave town or they would be covered in smoke for a hundred years. Spike laughed at the old memory. Even though he was not there, he could remember Rainbow Dash retelling a story that sounded completely absurd. She even claimed that she beat the dragon alone but everyone in the room could tell that was not true. Eventually, Fluttershy got the recognition she deserved. The boulder that they all crashed into was still there. It was jagged at where five of them were thrown against it, breaking the rock into two. This is where Spike decided to write his letter.

He sat down near the rock and pulled out a quill and some blank scrolls. He took careful measurements in the size and shape of the lettering so that he could fit all of his thoughts on one scroll. This could only be done with twenty years of practice. Spike was a little rusty because of a lack of writing letters after being relieved of his duties to the princess. He was a free dragon but he still worked in the library.

Spike wrote with such vigor that the scroll seemed like it would combust under the amount of friction Spike was causing while contacting the quill with the parchment. He poured out everything he could right from the soul. All of his feelings seemed to flow out of the tip of the quill as if the dragon was connected with everything he touched.

Dear Twilight,
I want to thank you.
Without you I would probably be among the other failed entrance exams as an empty eggshell. I guess I have to thank Rainbow Dash as well.

Spike let out a weak chuckle at this realization but kept writing.

I miss you and the times not only you and I shared but also the time shared with everyone else. I miss Rarity’s glamour, Dash’s arrogance, Fluttershy’s patience, Applejack’s kind reassurance, Pinkie’s spontaneity and I mostly miss you bossing me around. Without work, all I have been doing is cleaning dust off of bookshelves and constantly restacking books just so I have something to keep my mind clouded from the old memories that we shared. But somehow, they keep coming back like bitter friends that just keep nipping at me, and thoughts of, “what if we did this instead of this,” or the continuation of thinking we could have done more stay in my head. The one thing I really wanted to tell you is, even though I liked being referred to as your “number one assistant,” I feel like that title doesn’t justify how I feel. In my eyes you were a sister to me, and I am not afraid to say that you are my sister. We’ve been through everything together, from small things like picking up a cake from Sugarcube Corner to big things like saving me from my own greed. Without you and everybody else I would have no family. You guys were the only family I had. Thank you for the best twenty years of my life. All six of you taught me how to be kind, be generous, be loyal, be honest, be filled with laughter and that is the true magic of friendship. I only recently realized that your element isn’t a factor of harmony but it is the pure essence of it. I now have the pleasure of saying that my family was the raw power of happiness.
Thank you.

Spike read over his letter about five times until he was happy of the outcome. He slowly stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, letter in hand. Memories pulsed through the purple dragon and made his body weak. He was emotionally drained and could no longer stand. He kneeled before the edge to see the jagged rocks below. He looked to the sky and stared at the star he had come for. It seemed to wink at him and made him feel like he was being reassured that everything was going to be all right. He lifted his letter high above his head toward the star. He looked up one last time to see that beautiful star before letting the letter go. Being caught in the wind, it slowly fluttered into the distance.

The End