A Princess's Son

The beautiful night, of Princess Luna, shined greatly upon the peaceful village of ponyville. Everyone by this point, had either finished putting their foals to bed, or had gone to sleep.

However, sleep, was not the case for a certain individual. Inside a great oak tree, simply titled the "Golden Oaks" Library, Twilight Sparkle laid about, thinking a great deal on the events that happened a few days piror to this night.

I don't understand, why can't I sleep? she thought.

Though she never gave it much, she had been thinking deeply, on the matter for the past couple hours. Standing her head up, she adverted her eyes to the clock on her nightstand. Noticing the late hour of eleven thirty she let out a small sigh & decided that maybe a late night cup of tea would be nice.

Once she rose to her hooves, she began her trek to the door, until she heard the sounds of a young baby dragon, talking in his sleep. Looking at him, she thought back to the moments, that Spike wanted to stay up late & do things that most dragons his age would do, like Juggling levitated fireballs, reading adventure stories, or eating gems.

Twilight had always said no, because of Spike being just a young dragon, & that he needed his rest. But tonight she was considering to let loose of her bedtime rule for Spike, & then porceded to his basket.

Upon reaching his little bed, she gently bended her head towards his and whispered softly into his ear: "Wake up, little guy." she said, her voice sounding sweet like honey.

Spike awoke, with a yawn, and spoke a little groggily: "Oh, hey Twilight." Spike, then looked at the time, by taking out a gold pocket watch hidden beath the contents of his matteress, & looked at how late the hour was.

After letting out, a groan of annoyance, much to his exashted state he spoke tiredly "why did you wake me, at such an uneartly hour twi?" sounding like, a worn out competitor, in a race.

Twilight grew a sheepish look, that turned red, before speaking to him: "Sorry Spike, for some reason, I can't sleep tonight" she said, her expression now turning into a small frown.

Spike looked at her sympathetically, & could tell something, was indeed troubiling her. He walked up to her, & kindly extended his arms to her side, & said with warmness in his voice of little concern: "What's up Twilight?" he said, comfortly.

She let out a sigh of deep aggravation, before saying: "I don't know, it's like all my eomtions, are fading creating a void of nothing!" she said, her voice sounding sad.

After being taken aback, by the volume in her voice, Spike Calmly suggested, that a cup of tea would be an excellent remedy of any stressful night of the week.

When they arrived at the dinning area, next to the kitchen, Twilight had already put three books on a seprate chair across from her, & placed spike gently onto them, & trotted into the kitchen to make a fresh brewed pot of tea.

The coversastion that soon followed, was less then pleasent. Twilight reluctantly told her number one assistant, that while waiting for the tea to finish, she put two & two together & realized, that she hadn't talk to her friends in what felt like an eternity, & that she felt bad for not speaking to them, due to her royal duties in Canterlot & Ponyville.

It was this feeling, that she needed to fix, after Spike had gotten down from his chair & comforted her, & said that whatever she came up with would be a perfect result, with a good resolution.

The hour was late, & Spike was now heading for the stairs, before turning around & asking Twilight casually: "Hey Twi, are you coming, to bed?" with one foot on the first bottom step.

Twilight grew a light smile, before saying: "Oh, don't worry spike, I'll be up momentarily" and took a sip of her tae.

With a light nod, Spike walked up staris, and headed for the comfort of his bed.

After a few sips of her warm beverage, she headed for the stairs, after gently placing her cup in the sink. Twilight, however, stopped dead in her tracks & looked out the window, of her haven of books, & saw how beautiful the night was.

She then turned her body, now facing the window, casting a shadow in the moonlit wooden floor, & basked in the warmth of it letting go of her worries & made a simple wish, upon seeing a fast approaching star zoom pass the starry canvas.

With her eyes closed lightly she softly spoke; "Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight; I wish, for a miracle, to come in any form, to fix my little issue" she then, took a small breath; "I wish for, 'a son.' " and, with that said, Twilight gently opened her eyes, & hoped that her wish would soon be granted, before trotting upstairs to bed.

'Colorado Rockies'

High in the moutains of Denver, was a house that was really well structered, & upon it's second story floor laid a young child no more then seven, sleepy soundly. Tommy Anderson, who lives with his grandmother Carrol, lost his parents in a fatal car accident.

After the service, Carrol wanted nothing to do with him, because she had said, right out of remorse, that he was reposible for the death of his mom & dad.

For over a year now he's been taught to fend for himself, without his grandma teaching him, & has been avoiding her in fear of getting hurt for just walking by. It may sound selfish of him, but he wanted to abide by her wish of self solitude, & he did.

Suddenly, the world around him, Slowly turned bright after a few sprinkles of indigo blue magic, that danced about in his room & turned into a different room, where he was now resting upon a rug with a cressent moon in it's center.

very carefully, a pleasent figure walked towards his sleeping form, & slowly levitated him onto her back & walked over to her bed which consisted of a post frame that sparkled like countless stars in the sky.

The figure, known as Princess Luna, the Princess Of The Night gently levitated tommy off her back so not to disturb his pleasant dreaming, & then carfully crawled next to him; 'Sleep well, little one, for tomorrow you shall meet your new mommy in a very welcoming town' She then, looked up at the ceiling and, very peacefully closed her eyes. 'your wish, has been granted, Princess Twilight' she thought, before falling into a relaxed slumber, with young Tommy Anderson sleeping soundly, wrapped warmly in the covers of her bed.