Through The Mirror

A loud yawn erupted from a certain lavender unicorn's bedsheets as she wiped the sleep out of her eyes.
She felt extremely groggy, and still couldn't open her eyes.

She could faintly hear the laughter of ponies playing outside, as the burning sun streamed on to her face, making her twitch her muzzle.

"Ugh.....Spike.....Spike? Are you awake yet?" That's strange. Her voice sounded weird. It sounded a little deep, but her throat also felt like it was stuck on something. 'Maybe I have a cold...' She thought as she sighed and forced her eyes open to look at her clock. Seven on the dot. No wonder Spike wasn't awake yet. Twilight WAS the one who had to wake him from his slumber every morning.

Her eyes still half-open, she stumbled out of her bed, causing her to trip as her hoof got caught on the bedsheets. She let out a small scowl, silently cursing at them, before kicking them off.

Twilight's ears pricked up as she heard a small moan from the other side of the room. She turned around, stil in daze and saw a small purple figure stumbling like a drunk pony out of his pet bed. Spike.

"M-Mornin'" Spike yawned, showing off his sharp teeth, before scratching his tail spikes. "Did you sleep well?" The purple dragon asked.

Twilight rubbed her eyes a few times, still only seeing Spike as the blur. "Yeah.....I'm fine. I slept a little late, that's all."

"Good to hear, Sprinkle." The dragon let out a light laugh and patted the pony on the back, before walking down the old wooden stairs.

Twilight couldn't help but smile a little. Whenever Spike woke up too early, his mind was all fuzzy. No wonder he called her Sprinkle!

Twilight trotted down the stairs, following Spike as he walked into the kitchen. The aroma of different foods burst from the room, causing Twilight's stomach to grumble. "What's for breakfast today, my scaled pal?" She beamed a little to weerilly.

The dragon turned around and gave the unicorn a wink, before turning back to the cupboard and continued searching for supplies.
"It's a surprise." Spike chuckled as he pulled out a large frying pan.

In minutes, Spike was already cooking up a meal. Twilight sniffed the air and stuck her tongue out a little. Pancakes. Spikes pancakes were the best. You could have them with sugar, syrup, or any other thing you desired. Twilight liked them plain though.

The voice of the hard-working dragon interupped her gaze. "The Princess sent you a letter today." He said. "It had a big sticky red thing with her face on the front, so it's gotta be important, Light."

Light. That's a new nickname. Twilight guessed it had something to do with her name, you know, with 'TwiLIGHT'.

"Aaaand, done!" The aroma of the pancakes grew stronger as a plate was lifted to her by her assistant. Twilight licked her lips and prepared to dig in.

"Can I have the letter, please?" She asked, her muzzle covered in crumbs. As requested, the baby dragon nodded and handed her the scroll. She used her magic to lift the scroll up.

Dang it. Her eye-sight was still blurry. "I'm gonna go have a shower, okay Spike?" She mumbled as she placed the letter back down on to the table to retreated to the bathroom. Spike simply nodded in reply, before his eyes widened in shock.

"Wait, did she just call me Spike?"

Back in the bathroom, Twilight was making a horrible mess of trying to wash her eyes with the clean water pouring out of her sink. After a few minutes, the lavender unicorn rubbed her eyes, finally getting them to act normally.

She let out a sigh of relief, causing a strand of her mane to flop over her eyes. Sighing, she went towards the mirror to grab her hair brush.

Twilight's jaw locked open in a constant gaze at what she saw. Instead of beautiful stars for a cutie mark, hers seemed to be a weird purple explosion, with bits of debris flying out. As if that wasn't enough of a surprise, she saw a small strand of itchy purple hair was growing on her chin.

By touching it with her hoof, she realised it wasn't a patch of hair at all. It was in fact a goatee.

"What is going on?!"