"Sister, are you ok?" Luna asked, as she waved her hand in front of Celestia’s face before grabbing the letter from her sister's telekinesis. "Do you know what's in the letter?" She asked the messenger.

"I don't read the letters that aren't mine, especially royalty," the messenger said, before Luna started to read it. Unlike her sister, she kept her reading speed the same, because she's used to darker stuff, and when she finished, she called for the guards, prompting five of them into the room.

"Yes, Princess?" One of them said.

"Tomorrow, I want the guards to investigate every Shadowmancer that's come into the city within the past month. If they have any weapons, or resist you, you have permission to interrogate them," Luna proclaimed. "And send a message to Bloodville with the same order." The guards saluted and walked out of the throne room. "I need you to deliver a message," Luna said to the messenger.

"Ok, what is it, Princess?" He said, as he grabbed a scroll he had in his bag.

"King Sombra, how's your father? Does he still hate non-monsters? If so, how is he acting? Are you seeing him a lot around your castle? And if there is anything else I need to know please tell me. Princess Luna."

"Ok, I'll go deliver the message right now," The messenger said, putting the scroll in his bag.

"No," Luna objected. "Stay the night and go in the morning. I'll show you were you'll stay," Luna said, before walking towards the messenger. When Celesta got out of her shock, she saw Luna and the messenger heading out. Celesta yawned a bit before getting up and going to bed, dreaming of the memories that still haunt her to this day: when she almost lost Spike, Blueblood, and Cadence.
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25 years ago

I was reading a scroll in my bedroom, comfortably resting in brown pants and a black shirt as my sister was working out vigorously. Then, all of sudden, a guard came bursting into my room. "What's the meaning of this?" I demanded.

"Sorry Princess, but we found Prince Blueblood and Princess Cadence near the city walls, both of them bloody and injured," The guard didn't even finish before I ran out of the room, towards the medical wing of the castle. When I got there, I saw Cadence and Blueblood on hospital stretchers in bloodied clothes and bandages. They were being carried into emergency rooms relatively close together, and Luna followed me into the room shortly after. I stayed in front of Blue Blood's door while Luna stayed in front of Cadence’s. It took the surgeons an hour to stitch them both back together, and when they were finished, Luna left to uphold the royal duties, while I stayed at the hospital. I saw a doctor waving to me, signaling me to come over to him.

"Princess, they're luckily to be alive. But don't worry, they're stable." I sighed in relief. "They're receiving blood transfusions through IV therapy as we speak."

"Are they awake?"

"They should be waking up soon. I can show you to their room." I nodded and he showed me Blueblood and Cadence’s hospital room. The room was a depressing sight. Their hospital beds were on the right side of the room, beds right next to each other, both with their transfusions on the left of the beds. There was a couch at the end of the room, right next to Cadence; the very one I sat on for about ten minutes before I saw her slowly get up from her bed.

"Where am I?" She asked, groggily.

"You're in the medical wing of the castle," I said. "What happened to you two?"

"The monsters that were attacking had one hell of a resistance, but we killed them before they could get to Canterlot. But Blueblood took most of the blows."

"Well the good news is that neither of you are going to die."

"Not dying is always good news," Cadence said, "but I owe fifty bits to Blueblood."

I could only face palm.
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Present Day

In a Bloodville inn, a few people were having a late night beer when, all of sudden, Sam burst in, wearing a gray trench coat and a black pants. His entrance made everyone look, "Sorry for the entrance, but I'm here for a room."

"Sure," the guy behind the table said. "Room 7." Sam walked over to counter and grabbed the key. When Sam got into his room he hid his weapon and went to sleep.
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(Back to Celesta) 16 years ago

I was walking down the halls of Canterlot castle in a blue shorts and a golden T-shirt with a doctor in his uniform, holding his bag and his stethoscope, next to me. "So how long has Spike been sick?"

"Five days," I said in a worried tone. "At first, I thought he had the flu. But he got worse and worse. When he didn't get out of bed today, I contacted you." When we entered his room, the doctor saw Spike in his bed, wearing in red pajamas. But both Spike and his bed were very different than how they normally were. He had a lot more blankets, and they were thicker, and his scales were grayer. "Hello, Spike," I said, in a warm and caring voice, "this is Doctor Gem, and he's going to take a look at you."

"Hello," Gem said.

"Hey," Spike said, in a weak and raspy voice. The doctor grabbed the stethoscope from his neck and put it on. He pulled Spike's shirt and checked his heart beat and lungs.

"Can you breathe in and out for me?" Spike did, but he wheezed as he did. The doctor put the stethoscope back and grabbed a thermometer made for dragons from his bag. "Can you open your mouth for me?" Spike did what the doctor said, and placed the thermometer in Spike's mouth. About a minute later, the doctor grabbed the thermometer from Spike's mouth and glanced at it with a worried look. He replaced the cover and he put it back into his bag. He slowly grabbed his bag and walked over to me. "Can we talk? Outside?" I nodded and we walked outside of the room.

"So, is Spike ok?" I asked, worriedly.

He sighed before saying, "He has Enzen. I can get a nurse to get him an IV and an oxygen mask but I'm not sure if that will help.

"Do you think he's going to live?" I said as tears stared to flow from my eyes.

"To be perfectly honest, I don't know. I'm sorry; there is nothing I can do." He said before walking off. I walked back into Spike's room and sat next to him on his bed.

"What did you two talk about?" Spike asked.

"You. But don't worry; it's just a very bad cold. You will live," I said. I remember telling him a few lies before this, but nothing like this. I had lied about lots of stuff, were babies come from, my problem with cake, and how to keep monsters away, just to name a few. But this... no friend or family member should ever lie to someone that's going to die. I walked over to his bookshelf and grabbed one of his favorite books. I read it to him until two nurses came in Spike's room. One was carrying the oxygen tank and the other was carrying the IV.

"Mom, why are they here?" Spike asked in his raspy voice.

"They are here to help you," I said. "The doctor said it would be harder for you to breathe, eat, and drink. So the doctor recommended you have an IV and an oxygen mask." When I finished, one of the nurses put the oxygen mask on him and the other nurse put the IV in. When the two finished, they left and went back into the medical wing.

Three days past and Spike wasn't getting any better. His friends and the family visited every day. I went into Spike's room on the third he was in very bad shape. His scales were gray and he was breathing very badly. I walked over to him and waved hello.

"Mom, I know you lied," He said in a weak voice.

"I know, and I'm ashamed. I just don't want you to worry, and I feared you will worry and worry about dying," I said, nearly crying.

"Don't be ashamed, mom. You were just doing what you felt was right," He said smiling. I hugged him and read him a story. The next five days were the best days of my life. Every day, Spike got healthier and healthier.
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Present Day

Sam got up and grabbed his longbow and one arrow, putting them in his trench coat and walking out of the inn. He walked through the town until he saw Spike in a green shirt and blue pants, eating with Dash, who was wearing a dark blue shirt and brown pants. The assassin found an alley to slip into, and when he was sure no one was looking, he grabbed his bow and the single arrow from his trench coat. He pulled the bow back and aimed for Spike.

Rainbow Dash's eyes widened as she saw Sam. "Spike! Duck!" She said as she ducked. He ducked just before the arrow was fired, quickly getting up and running towards the assassin as Dash threw down some money to pay before helping her dragonfriend.
Sam tried to run away, but Spike caught up to him before he could get far, tackling him to the ground. Spike grabbed his right arm and put it behind his back as he forced Sam up.

"Who the hell are you?" Spike asked as Dash ran up to him. But he stayed quiet.

"He said... who are you?" Dash said as he punched Sam in the gut. But he continued to stay quiet. Rainbow Dash grinned before saying, "Well, I doubt it really matters what he says; attempted regicide is a crime punishable by life imprisonment, anyway."

"Your right, Dashie. Life in jail, if he's lucky," Spike said, carrying Sam away.

Author's Note

Edits done by beiriangu and Blazing Light