Safe // Book 2

*3rd Person P.O.V.*

Twilight began to study more into the spell. She began working more and more into it, studying how it works and much more. She struggled to understand how the magic had formed. The book explained this type of magic just appeared one day. There had to be some logical explanation to how this reviving magic formed. Twilight shut the book, and sat for a moment.

"Every spell has some sort of history to it. If this magic just appeared, then it isn't considered magic. What is it then?

Twilight continued reading, getting more and more into the history of the magic. At the end, it said something in tiny hoof-writing. Something your typical pony wouldn't notice.

Note: This type of spell is considered Dark Magic.

That explains it, perfectly. The spell was dark magic, and was used to revive others. But, besides Princess Luna, who had used this dark magic? The only way to find out, was to ask Princess Luna.

"Spike?" Twilight asked, looking around for her assistant.

"Coming!" Spike said, running around the corner. "Yes?"

"I need you to write a letter to Princess Luna", Twilight said.

Spike found his quill and a scroll, and had his claw ready to write.

"Dear Princess Luna, I ask you royally to schedule a meeting with me, Princess Twilight. It is an absolute emergency, and I must speak to you at once. Yours truly, Princess Twilight. Got it Spike?"

Spike finished writing. He looked up and nodded.

"Send it away", Twilight said.

Spike used his fire to send the note into fine air, sending off to Canterlot.

"Thank you Spike", Twilight said.

Now it was time to wait for an answer.

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"Soarin?!" Spitfire yelled, coming out of the Washroom.

"What?" Soarin said from the sky, focusing on his flying practice.

"I need you here stat!" Spitfire yelled.

Soarin sighed. He flew down and sat on the grass. "What?" he groaned.

"Did you tell Twilight about Scootaloo?" Spitfire snapped.

"No, I just asked her if they found out who did it..." Soarin cowardly said, hanging his head.

"If you tell anypony about this, then your off the team." Spitfire growled. She whipped around and went to get her uniform.

"What have I done?" Soarin asked aloud.