Spike & The CMC

My claws play elegantly on the organ keys. My lavender scales shimmer in the dim candlelight of my quarters. My face was bored, and tired of all the notes that I had played. My eyes were like emeralds, shimmering in the flame before me. Ah, how elegant my songs were. If only our castle weren't so Isolated from the rest of our kingdom- scratch that, Her kingdom. If it were OUR kingdom, There would be major changes. I push myself away from the gigantic instrument. My claws were tired from the endless playing. But what else was there to do? I had written stacks of sonatas, and even waltzes, but what else was there? I suppose I could see..Mistress Sparkle.. I step towards the ivory spiral staircase. My claws clack against the stone stairs. "Mistress Sparkle, may I speak to you?" I speak tentatively. She slowly comes into view as she speaks.

"Yes, Spike?" She actually remembered my name. This was a step up from last time. "Well? Speak up! I don't have all day."

I manage to mumble something.

"What's that?"

I speak up. "M-Mistress, It's nearly been a decade since we've seen the others..on something other than royal business, I mean."

She turns to me. Once again, better than last time. "..And?" She stares at me.

"..And I think we should see out old friends from P-Ponyville.." Her eyes look at me, with some form of sincerity. As if she actually cared. She was silent for a whole minute.

"No. There's too much work to do here." My heart sank like a stone.

"B-But we don't have to leave! The others have never even..not even..not even the crusaders? I-I could show them the castle..all by myself.." I turned around, and stashed my claws in my pockets.

"Spike." I turn around. "You can bring the crusaders." My face lit up.

"Really? Oh, thank you, Mistress!" I grab a sheet of parchment, and a quill pen, and run up to my quarters. I quickly write down a note.

Dear Cutie Mark Crusaders,

You are hereby cordially invited to an all-expense-paid trip to the Sunrise empire. Here you will be escorted by the Princesses personal dragon servant! If you choose to accept this, please use the enclosed bits to purchase a train ticket for the three of you.

Spike Sparkle, Servant of Princess Twilight Sparkle.
That should do it. I breathed in, and blew a barrage of fire at the note.

Applebloom bursts into the treehouse, laughing.

"Hey girls!" Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo look up from their textbooks; to music and races, respectively. "We got a letter from Spike!" Sweetie Belle tramples Scootaloo getting up.

"REALLYREALLYREALLY?" She giggles.

"Wow, Sweetie Belle. You're excited about Spike, huh?" Scootaloo cackles. "Shut up! Let's see what it says..."