Twilight was racing through her library. Books, quills, ink bottles, parchment was flying everywhere. Discord would've have been perfectly content in this library. This library screamed chaos. But Discord was. . . well. . . wherever he was. Twilight actually had no idea where he stayed. But she couldn't concentrate on that right now.
"SPIKE!" Twilight yelled at the top of her lungs.
Spike rushed through the door. "What is it Twilight?" he asked, deeply worried. "A Pony apocalypse?"
"If there was a pony apocalypse, we would probably all be zombies."
"Tirek has returned?"
"The case of that is highly unlikely Spike." Twilight said. She opened a drawer and dumped its contents into a saddle bag.
"Hasbro deleted Derpy from the show?"
"Hasbro would never delete Derpy from the show, Spike. They know that the Bronies would go berserk." Twilight raced to a shelf. She levitated a few books out of their homes and stuffed them into the now stuffed saddlebag.
"Then what is it Twilight?" Spike said, his voice filled with concern.
"Princess Celestia requires my help in Canterlot. Even though I am a princess and have my own kingdom, I still need to bring my supplies. Where are all of the Dream Telling Books? I can't find them anywhere."
"Princess Celestia wouldn't need a dream telling book Twilight. She has Princess Luna and crazy visions. "
Twilight glared at Spike.
"Fine, fine." he said. Spike walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out a couple books. "Here you go Twilight."
Twilight looked at the covers. She should only bring two. Just in case. . .
The Properties of Telling Dreams
Dream Telling: Advance
The Dreams of Destiny Speaker
Wow, that last one actually looked pretty interesting. However, Twilight couldn't read for leisure. She picked the other two and levitated them into her bag. "We need to hurray. Celestia expects me in an hour." Spike hopped on her bag. Twilight galloped out of the castle and soared into the air, spreading her purple wings. Racing towards the city on the mountain as fast as her wings could carry her.
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"This is working out perfectly"
The voice sounded like dozens of ponies were speaking together. However the chorus was both unanimous and pleasing to the ear.
The speaker looked up from the glass ball on the pedesteral.
The glass ball had the picture of Twilight soaring into the blue sky.
The chorus of voices spoke again.
"Celestia will fall."