My little Derpy: a My Little Dashie spinoff

I went to Twilight’s library to finally get that Daring Do book for Dad so he can give it to Dash as a birthday present. In fear that Spike hadn’t fixed Twilight’s psyche, I knocked on the door. Twilight’s mane was clean and brushed, her face was no longer looking restless and tired, and this relaxed me.

“Hello, Miss Doo,” she said. “What brings you here?”

“I need to get a book for my… erm…” I tried o find a word to describe Derrick. He was only ten years older than me, so he wasn’t my Dad, “…uh… friend. Yeah, friend.”

“O…K…” Twilight said. “Which one?”

“The new Daring Do book.”

“I’m saving that book for Rainbow Dash,” Twilight frowned.

“Well, that’s why my friend wants it. Dash and Soaren split up,” I frowned out of sadness. “Autora wants to cheer her up.”

“Oh,” said Twilight, “I understand.” She levitated the book to me.

“Thank you.”

“Oh, tell Autora I’m sorry for molesting him.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Long story.”

I slept soundly that night, I don’t know why, I can’t remember anything past the library. But the dream… it saved my psyche from the smile dream I had two nights before.

I dreamed of Celestia in her castle. But it wasn’t  the Celestia I knew. She was younger, looking up to who I assumed was her mother. She had a horn, but no wings.

Her mother used her magic to pick up Celestia and set her in her lap. They snuggled for a few seconds before her mother said:

“Happy birthday, Celestia.”

She pulled out a small package and gave it to her daughter.

Celestia opened it up and out flew a glorious red-and-gold phoenix. The phoenix flew in a circle a few times, sending a trail of harmless fire behind her, before landing beside Celestia.

The phoenix stared right at me. Into my soul.

“Wake up, Dinky,” it said in a deep voice, “I know your true soul.”