Magic of Little Blueberry’s Love

The beautiful northern village had never before received a visit of royal guests. At seeing the descending chariot everypony, as if commanded by a peremptory voice, fell face downwards. Luna and Twilight quickly made them all rise: they had no time for this nonsense. Blueberry wasn’t among the residents who had come to meet them.

Twilight found her friend at the bilberry plantation. Blueberry distracted herself from sad thoughts by taking care of her berries. When she saw Twilight, she galloped towards her like a small filly, shouting her name. Then she insisted that Twilight just had to have some berries. Twilight had never tasted such delicious bilberries.

Upon hearing the news, Blueberry was happy at first, but then understood more of it and hung her head. When she learned that her help might be necessary to save her parents she didn’t hesitate a second – just kissed the Granny and jumped to the chariot. A single tear appeared in the old’s Peelberry’s eyes and disappeared in the deep wrinkles of her cheeks. After her daughter and son-in-law so suddenly left home, she had no family left apart from her granddaughter. What if Blueberry weren’t to come back?

Cranberry Marsh’s residents generously endowed their guests with the fruit of their labor and implored to save their missing home-folks. Myrtle and Jam were well liked. They were good social mixers, willingly sang songs and could play several instruments. Besides, they never denied help to those who were in trouble.

Twilight felt a sudden desire to stay, so unexpectedly warm this northern land turned out to be. But she couldn’t submit to her emotions. There was a long and trying flight in store for her, and a long and hard fight – probably, the hardest of all. She put her foreleg around Blueberry’s body, while the little pony buried her nose in Twilight’s mane; Luna signaled her guards, and the chariot soared into the sky.