Love Letters

Prologue: Three years after the defeat of Nightmare Moon, Mid July, Ponyville library.

Chapter one:

Warmth. Twilight assumed control of her body as Celestia's sun shined through the window of her bedroom. The refreshed mare opened her eyes and her reflection greeted her with a small smile; ''Fine, I'll get up. It isn't like I have anything to do today.'' Twilight joked with herself as she rose from her covers and tucked them neatly under her mattress for the one-hundred and twentieth time that year.

One-hundred and twentieth. Twilight shook violently at the most careless thing she had ever done, a thing that had left her in Princess Celestia's disappointment, at least she assumed. New years eve. ''Hey Twilight! How's another year in Ponyville treating you?''

''Oh!'' She hiccuped, ''It's amazing Barry Puch!''

''Berry... and how many of my special Punch shots have you had?'' Berry Punch did not want to know the answer. ''No matter, but I have to warn you, if you drink any more you won't be able to move in the morning.'' With an awkward smile. Twilight was deep in concentration,

''Oh yeah! You're a mare!''

The ultimately neat librarian shivered at the memory of finding her ball-o-bed-covers the next evening; she was glad she hadn't eaten yet. A quick trip to the bathroom had the unicorns teeth shining and her short violet mane brushed.

She wandered out of her living space into her pride and sat down at the table in the centre. Spike had really out done himself. The table had a sky blue spreading and bright yellow daffodils to compliment, every spot and smudge was carefully wiped from every inch of the cutlery and glasses. The dragon burst from the kitchen as if on cue with two plates of Twilight's favoured breakfast: honey swirled oatmeal and a daisy garnish, no stem. ''Morning Twi! Hope you like breakfast, we luckily had enough left for your favourite.'' Twilight chuckled at her assistant's lies.

''I know you go out and get 'special need-to-be-dragon-to-know items only when I have something stressful on my schedule.''

''How was I supposed to know-'' Spike flicked the daisy head into the waste basket realising the error in his ways ''That you would be teaching the unicorn fillys, and bes-'' The scaly schemer knew his master plan to relax his pony lady and been foiled.

''I never told you what I was doing yesterday.'' Twilight proclaimed with a large smile on her face.

''What a lucky guess Spike!'' The dragon tried to distract.

''Awww, does my wittle baby dragon care for his fwe'nds?'' Twilight couldn't help but laugh at her assistant's carelessness. A little flustered—thinking why she can't just thank him for making the food—Spike hurried the conversation as best he could.

''Well... well how'd it go anyway?''

''Oh, well sweetie bell is still having problems, she was too distracted trying to be a... what was it? Oh yeah! 'Cutie-mark-crusader-super-organiser' and kept stacking all the chairs in one corner while ordering everypony to sit in a perfect circle. Winter Bell, the youngest filly, got too frustrated because she couldn't conjure up bits from the colouring pencils and stormed out. Snips and snai-'' Twilight's grand story was interrupted by a knock at the door.

''I'll get it!''

Spike, the ever ready, rushed to the door to greet their guest. I wonder who it could be... The mare sank into her chair. Please don't be Filthy Rich please don't be Filthy Rich please don't be Filthy Rich. ''Mail mare! I have two letters for Miss Twilight Sparkle!'' Oh thank Luna. The relief had her immediately out of her chair and trotting towards the door, leaving her breakfast to set.

''Spike, don't take my bowl, I'm not quite done yet.''

''Yes ma'am!'' Spike saluted without saluting and went about removing everything he was permitted to.

''Why hello Derpy.'' Twilight greeted with a warm smile. ''How are you this morning?''

''Im good, two letters Miss Sparkle; one from Mayor Mare, One unsigned.''

''Another unsigned letter, this one is pink though... Oh well, thank you very much Derpy.'' Twenty eight

''No need Twilight, I am Ponyville's mail mare, manticores and mountains will not stop me from fulfilling my duty!'' Announced the proud pony. ''Oh! And one more thing.'' Twilight was handed a very hefty book on Advanced Biology. The most learned of mares sheepishly smiled, taking the book and leaving it on the side table next to the door,

''I honestly don't see how you get through those things.''
''Im clumsy, not stupid, Twilight.'' Derpy rolled her eyes in a friendly manner, took a step back, and fell off the porch, ''Woah!'' The grey pegasus landed on the path with a smack, ''Oops''

''Oh my gosh, are you all right?'' Magic sparked into life, up righting the fallen comrade and restoring her package to her saddle bags.

''Im okay, thank you Twilight, enjoy your mail!'' The mail mare called as she hurried to the next house. Enjoy your mail; you're a strange one Miss Hooves. The librarian smiled as she returned to a most certainly cold breakfast and resumed eating.

Spike peeked from behind the kitchen door, ''Spi-'' And he was gone. Twilight sighed and six or so seconds later the dragon came running through the two-way door, tripped and sent the newly sharpened letter opener through the air towards the unsuspecting pony. If not for the spoon halfway between Twilights mouth and the bowl she would have certainly been neutered. The weapon fell with a plop into the bowl of oatmeal.

''SPIIIKE!''

''Ohmygosh, TwilightImsosorryIwastryingtohelpand-'' The baby dragon was now reduced to blabbering like a baby. Twilight just stared at the knife.

''Spiiike! What the hay were you thinking? I told you not to sharpen any of the blades in the library! We don't need them anyway! You have claws and I use magic!'' Tongue tied and with nothing left to say he just stood there, mouth agape, trying to think of some sort of retribution he could pull out of thin air. ''Ugh, It doesn't matter.'' A bowl and spoon were magicked into the kitchen. Twilight, understandably, just wanted the thing to be dropped, but knowing her helper: not without a distraction, ''What do we have scheduled for today?''

Attempting to make up for his mistakes, Spike grabbed the librarians schedule and tried to read out everything on the page at once. Twilight's telekinesis opened the door, her look was enough, What?. ''Oh uuuhhh, um yeah, we. Uhhhhh.''

''Breathe.''

''Sorry, we have to help Rarity organise the boutique for her new fashion line... thing.''

''The Sweet Summer line. Organising, my speciality.'' Twilight corrected.

''Nurse Red Heart also asked us to... Disenchant a cursed table?''

''She has a new unicorn foal in the infirmary.''

''We moved grocery day until tomorrow... aaand, whatever is in those letters. For somepony like you we have plenty of time! Oh yeah, I almost forgot! Study.''

''Good.'' Twilight proclaimed, patting Spike in approval, who was rushing to put the paper back in its spot.

Her horn opened the letter from Mayor Mare and she read it aloud, as if spike wasn't surveying the book shelves and looking for errors in their order. ''Miss Twilight Starshine Sparkle-'' I hate it when she does that, ''You have been nominated for the 'Most Helpful Pony' award in the upcoming annual Ponyville Mares and Stallions award ceremony!... Huh...'' She said with a pause. Thoroughly confused, Twilight wondered if she had helped anypony outside her own circle of friends that year.

''What?''

''I am offended Spike.''

''Uggh! What I do this time!''

''You refused to listen when I gave you the honour of reading someone else's private mail.'' Huffed the mare, slightly fed up with Spike's tentativeness to pay attention.

''Once again?''
Altogether fed up, ''Ne-ver mind, why was I nominated for this award?'' Twilight repeated, handing Spike the piece of paper.

''I don't see your problem, you might get an award.''

''Wouldn't it be more fitting for somepony like Apple Jack?''

''Ah stop complaining, you help tons of ponies like Rainbow Dash and Cherilee and tons of ponies!''

Still not convinced, but reigned, the letter glowed a sparkly purple before joining the calendar in a drawer. ''I suppose so... could you open the pink envelope please?''

''Number one assistant is on the case!'' A quick slash and the dragon begun to read.

''Dear Twilight,

I really like your mane.

Your secret admirer.''

An awkward pause. ''Is that it?'' Spike squinted at the parchment in response. Twilight put hoof to chin, ''Well at least he wrote something this time.''

''He's a freak!'' Spike mocked, ''He's sent you thirteen blank letters and now the best he can come up with is that?''

''He has sent twenty eight, and I think it's lovely for a stallion to write love letters. Have you ever written any love letters?'' Joked the purple mare.

''Well...'' Started the now rosy red Spike only to be saved by the chiming clock above the table.

''Oh no, I've got to get ready and help Rarity at the boutique.'' Jittered out the panicking pony, ''You can tell me when I come back from Rarity's, I'll be there for an hour or two if you need me. Be good Spike, don't forget your chores!''

''Okay! Bye Twilight!'' Spike ran up to his bed and pulled a small case from under his pillow, ''I'll be good Twilight.'' Spike said, throwing a couple of gems up into the air and catching them in his mouth, ''Goosh to theseh rubysh!''

Angel came hopping out of the bathroom like a mad rabbit, carrying a good half-roll of tissue paper. Following the dragging moans from Fluttershy's bed room Angel almost missed the last step on the stairs and tumbled to the aid of the crying mare. Birds and mice sat distraught and unable to help the situation in anyway.

Fluttershy lay on her drenched pillow, quill in hoof, and parchment under nose. ''Oh, thank you Angel bunny, you're my best little fluffy bunny in the whole-... in the-'' Angel hushed the broken pegasus before she chocked on her own sobs, and dried her eyes. The yellow ball couldn't help but toil when she read over what she had written, if it was legible, being soaked in tears. ''Oh Angel, why doesn't she notice me? I've sent her so many-'' Letting out a sniffle, ''-letters.'' Fluttershy screamed her last word, knowing that her only effort to charm her lover was futile. Angel grabbed the letter and folded it, looked at Fluttershy, who gave a reluctant answer, ''Send it.'' The letter was taken away to be prepared and Fluttershy took one long look at the portrait of Twilight beside her bed, and continued her morning in the way she begun most mornings.