Twilight Sparkle flipped through page after page in each of her books, but found nothing on the topic on hand. Spike, her ever-faithful assistant, was searching another pile of books nearby.
"Nothing," Twilight exclaimed. "Nothing in this one either!"
"Nothing at all about dragons?! This is getting ridiculous!" Spike was getting close to crying.
"I know! It's hard to believe, but ponies know next to nothing about dragons! Apparently they're too rare and too scary to try to talk to or study!"
Spike gasped. "I wonder if dragons cry!" he said, about to burst into tears.
"Aw, Spike," Twilight said in a comforting tone as she wiped his eyes with a small cloth.
"It's okay, Twilight," he said, pushing her away and causing his friend to drop the rag. "I'm gonna discover who I am if it's the last thing I do!"
Twilight thought for a moment. Upon thinking about how her loyal assistant was given to her as an egg, she remembered something. She briskly walked over to where the young dragon was heading towards the door. "Wait," she said calmly. "I think I have an idea..."
