Magic of Little Blueberry’s Love

Myrtle was delivered to the best hospital in Canterlot. Quiet, as if crushed completely, Jam and Blueberry, taking turns, sat at her bedside round the clock. Doctors examined her one after another and then delivered a diagnosis – posttraumatic amnesia. Her future foals were safe, and Myrtle’s own physical health improved with every hour. Bilberries, urgently delivered from her village, made her smile meekly, but she could remember neither her name, nor her loved ones’. The name of her village seemed to evaporate from her memory also.

Twilight often came to visit the patient. She brought a potion from Zecora and tried a few healing spells. Blueberry looked at her with hope; Jam, with indifference. Twilight knew perfectly that under that indifference he was hiding his dislike for her, but she understood his feelings and never took offence. When Myrtle got stronger, they discharged her and sent her to Cranberry Marsh hoping that at home, surrounded with her family, she would try and remember everything.

Jam, apparently, had accepted the status quo. His wife was alive, their foals were to be born in due time, and he believed that she would sooner or later learn anew to love him and their kids. He no longer hoped that she would ever remember anything. Only Blueberry did.

Month passed after month; leaves on the trees fell off and came out again. Twilight, in between times, conquered a couple of other villains. At the end of November Shining Armor and Cadance came to visit her in their crystal train and Cadance, when they were left alone, whispered to Twilight that she had been awaiting her first-born. Twilight was sincerely happy to receive such news and promised to spoil her nephew or niece rotten as soon as she had the chance. She had always loved little ones. She noted to herself that this, of course, was the secret piece of news Luna had mentioned and, no doubt, the best of all reasons to be excused from the fight with Borlena. Deep inside Twilight had been expecting something of the kind, and just hadn’t wanted to spoil a surprise for herself. For the time being, she wasn’t to share this knowledge even with her friends.

Letters from Blueberry arrived every week, as punctual as weekly papers. Twilight waited for each of them impatiently, hoping for some good news, but nothing ever changed. Myrtle had learned the names of her family members and neighbors anew and even grown to believe they were who they said they were, but remembered nothing that had happened before her separation from Borlena. At last, the time came for her foals to arrive.