Surrender

Chapters

Ch. 1: Spike
Ch. 2: Rarity
Ch. 3: A Gift
Ch. 4: Twilight and Rarity
Ch. 5: Zecora's Brew
Ch. 6: Rushed
Ch. 7: An Eventful Dusk
Ch. 8: A Mother's Complaint
Ch. 9: Even Books Hold No Hope
Ch. 10: Royal Chaos

Ch. 1: Spike

I lie here within Twilight's library during midnight in utter depression; thinking of the one pony whose striking perfection is only the kind one would see in ponytales. Here I lie: me, Spike. Twilight's out for tonight and is sleeping peacefully while I drown myself in loneliness. I don't mind that much, really. It gives me a chance to think of sweet Rarity while the luminescent stars caress Luna's night sky.

Thinking and hoping is fine and all, but couldn't she at least miss me at nights, too? This ongoing obsession taunts me day and night. Beautiful Rarity consumes me in my dreams. Once I think about it, I sort of feel empty; as if some sort of leech or bacteria's emptying me out gradually. It's sickening...

The inside of me calls for her emrace, but my condition denies me my most bothersome desire: sweet Rarity's love. It could be that I am not the strong, grown stallion she wants; but if it were my choice, I would be. I'd be anything for her. Anything.

Time has turned against me. I am no full grown pony, but instead a fire-breathing baby dragon. I grow tired of being young. Unlike her, I have no elegance, no grace. I have scales and spines covering my body and face.

And yet, instead of being pestered by greed, I reminisce.

Once, I was a full grown dragon; a mean one at that. Once, I was blinded by greed; but she brought me back to reality with such force that it not only shrank my hideous size, but crushed me using guilt. I almost hurt my only love. When we were falling after I returned to my normal size, I almost told her how I truly felt, but she stopped my words... She must have known for a long while before that day. That, however, tells me nothing of her thoughts. Could I be nothing to her? No; it isn't possible. She must at least feel something towards me.

Even if she doesn't, it's no matter to me. Once I think about it, what sort of troubles would one have to endure being the spirit of Generosity? I can't ponder the possibilities, but I know that with me, she would have no need to give. I'd shower her with gifts and blissful fantasies. She needn't lift a hoof to please, for she is the other part of me that went missing. I'd give her no reason to be generous; I'd give her everything. I know this is corny, but... Sometimes I think she is my everything.

I remember when the Diamond Dogs took her away. Those hideous brutes grabbed her and held her hostage underground. I could hardly breathe when she was gone. I thought she was lost forever. 'Guess she took pretty good care of herself, though, because by the time all of the five ponies and I came down to rescue her, those dogs were cowering and shaking against a pillar in fear. Such a strong mare, to have placed those savages in horror while still being able to come out with hundreds of gems. Still, I can't see why they'd be so scared of her. She's just so gorgeous.

Don't get me wrong; it's not her looks that make me fall so quickly (though that is what sparked the fire). If I were to decide, I guess it's her perfection that brings me to my knees. With her lovely personality, her kind generosity, and how she's able to make the world look amazing, well, I bet just about anypony would fall in love. But, maybe not as much as me; and even though I'm a dragon, I'd try to make up for our differences. I'd gladly give up everything to get back the rest of me and to get her love in order to fill the emptiness that hurts me.

Even as I lie here awake listening to Twilight's steady breathing and watching the moon float peacefully in the sky, I cannot find sleep - or, maybe sleep cannot find me. It's kind of hard to keep track of what all is lost at this point, in all honesty. I'm pretty sure I still have a hold on my sanity, but for the life of me, I can't seem to find myself. I think my other personality is stuck within Rarity, but I can't be sure.

This is hard to admit, but sometimes when Twilight is gone, and I'm all alone in the library to clean up after her, I try to think in my head what I'd say to her if I ever told her how I really felt. Like I said, I almost told her once, but she hushed my words. Even if I had spoken them, I know they wouldn't be enough. Crushes are for enjoyment, but love is like a precious jewel; priceless, nearly irreplacable, and difficult to come by. Only, one cannot trade love; that is, trade it for something better.

It's funny; I kind of want to laugh at myself right now. A dragon and a pony couldn't ever hope to be together, could they? How many dragons actually love anything, anyway? The only things I've ever seen a dragon cherish are just, well, things. We grow by greed, not generosity; therefore, Rarity and I are opposing forces of nature and by nature.

Still, I ache so badly; I want her next to me. Twilight is great and all, but I honestly don't see us together. She's a diligent student with no time for a dragon's dream; that, and in reality, I'm just a child locked inside his own wild imagination. In fact, I'm kind of hoping that all of this is a dream so I'll wake up and forget everything. Forget my love for Rarity, forget my - no, our time in Ponyville. And finally, forget the Elements of Harmony; which also includes Rarity.

This wish is in vain, I know. Maybe some day I'll confess to Rarity.

Or, maybe not.

But for now, since she doesn't seem to know, doesn't seem to see the yearning in my heart, I'll just lay here in my bed within Twilight's library and think of her until I fall asleep. As I lay my head on my pillow, I place my claws on my hungering heart and whisper,

Good-night, my sweet Rarity...

I wrote that when I was young. Admittedly, I edited it to my liking - to perfection. Before, it was nothing more than a statement. Now, with painted words and vivid passion, it is a work of art. It must be perfect, every detail must be. Nothing can be mediocre if I'm telling the story of my Rarity.

By now, I am the age of seventeen (in dragon years, which go by faster than pony years). I'm not so large that I'm unable to fit inside Twilight's tree, but too big to be entrusted with cleaning duty; so I sleep outside. Now, I'm little more than a friend and a writing dragon to her. That's fine by me. Twilight, in her kindness, never had need for me to write, but still allowed me this small gesture of importance by assigning me to do so. She did, however, need me to send her letters. So I do, and as a pony might blow out a candle, I huff a small breath and let the wind and magic carry her words to Princess Celestia.

Enough of Twilight, though; I am recording the events of my love, my diamond in rough. My precious gem.

I want to tell of how great she is, and I want her to know how strongly I feel. I want her to feel the brunt of my words, but I also want her to feel a sense of security. I want her to look at the gem I gave her, and flush red with happy feelings.

But now, my claws ache along with my saddened heart. And before I go any further, I will rewind back to where our story began.

I owe Rarity at least this...
I owe her everything.

Ch. 2: Rarity

I saw her that day. She was practically shining - like a glittering star presented to me. Twilight did not see. I'll tell of how that day went, and how it started my heart's drum - the steady beat. I compose a rythym for her with the beating of my heart and the pulsing of my blood. Let it be known that I was, and still am, hopelessly lost inside of the trials and dungeons of love.

When I was young

Rarity walks up casually to Twilight's library, and greets us with a "hello." Twilight greets her with a smile, then says, "Well hey there, Rarity! What brings you here today?"

Does it matter? She's here; for the moment, at least.

"I am here to borrow that book we talked about a few days ago. You remember, yes? The one about the stallion?"

"A stallion?" I sigh. If a stallion is what she wants, then so be it. "What's the title?"

"Leaping Further. Thank you, darling."

"No problem..." I whisper this as quiet as can be. She never seems know about the storms raging inside of me. I'm no stallion, I'm no knight. I'm a librarian's fire-breathing assistant; not much else. So, with a weight in my stomach, I trudge to the "L" shelf, take several minutes to search until I finally find the book she desires. I hope she enjoys the book. I hope this will make her happy. Perhaps, someday she'll see that being a stallion isn't everything. Once again, I sigh and walk towards the front. Before I open the wooden door, however, I hear Twilight and Rarity speaking.

"... Just isn't plausible, my dear. They're two completely opposite beings! You can't expect me to believe that they might actually be compatible living together. It's just not sensible to believe that the two of them, being so differently composed, are able to maintain a stable, friendly relationship - it's just not right."

"I'm telling you, Rarity: they're fine together. They've been away from eachother for so long, I guess they both eventually started missing eachother. And anyway, they're sisters; of course they're going to argue. They're family, they can live with eachother."

"But they're so different!" She practically squeals the last word.

I hear Twilight heave a long, heavy sigh. "Everypony is different, Rarity."

"Yes, but not completely opposite!"

Looking at the book in my claws, - not hooves - I can feel tears welling in my eyes. I mustn't cry; not in front of Rarity. Biting my lip, I step out into the sunlight and bring the book to Rarity. She beams at me, and thanks me graciously. I smile back, then turn to go back inside. Different. Opposite. Incompatible. Claws, fire, scales and greed. Those are the only words I manage to think while my heart drops into the pit of my stomach. It hurts; I bet the acidic fluids are dissolving it.

Before I reach for the door, Rarity stops me. "Wait, Spike!" I do as she requests, then turn my head curiously. She clears her throat, then continues. "My sincere apologies for that little out-burst, my dear. I was simply wondering if you would assist me and Twilight with a little project we're working on?" Twilight giggles, an action that confuses me. For now, I'll ignore that. I turn to Rarity and nod. Silently, I wonder if the internal grin is visible to them.

"Splendid! I cannot thank you enough! Come along you two; I didn't come here for just the book, you know."

The tears are trying to fight their way out again.
No. I tell them inside. Miss Rarity can see me smile, Miss Rarity can see me laugh. She can even see me blush if she likes. Today, however, she is happier than I've ever seen and her eyes are vivid and bright. I can't take away her enjoyment with my sorrow, I just can't...

So, as if my tears have complied to save themselves for tonight, they stow away in the back of me; waiting the way preditor waits for his prey. I climb aboard Twilight's back, and while atop, I sit and think about how Miss Rarity might see me if I were a stallion instead of a monster.

Rarity's Boutique

Here we are in Rarity's clothing store. She has led us both to her bedroom in order to show her new design to Twilight. Twilight smiles, and says, "It's amazing, Rarity. I think it'll look great!"

"Why, thank you, Twilight! Spike, darling, would you like to see?"

I look up from my claws to see Rarity's design page thrust into my face. Neatly drawn on the page, I notice a pony - that looks a lot like Twilight - covered in a white sundress; pure white. The sleeves are short and simple. "Looks perfect for Twilight," I say.

"Oh yes, dear; of course it does now. I plan on adding to it after discussion. That being said, I may need you to gather a few materials. For now, Twilight and I will be talking for a bit. Oh, and Spike?"

"Yeah?" A request already?

"I've made you a little something, too. Twilight helped me scrape up that little bit. If you go downstairs, it should be lying on the kitchen table." From behind Rarity, Twilight smirks.

What caused her to create an outfit for me? What's the special occassion? I walk downstairs to look for the outfit she'd made me.

Upstairs, there was a discussion going on that I hadn't heard at the time. It wasn't until much later that Twilight informed me of what they were really saying.

So, while I found a black cap on the kitchen table along with a note scribbled lightly on a piece of paper, (instead of the "outfit" she'd prepared) they were "discussing about the dress."

Upstairs

"Twilight, I'm only saying that Luna and Celestia are two completely different ponies. I'm not sure I'd believe that they're entirely free of conflicts. The same goes for every sister; no, every sibling in Equestria. Why, one is Night, and the other is Day! Not only that; Luna is trapped inside of the past. Certainly Celestia would get a little annoyed with Luna if she'd accidently... Say, caused a small town of ponies to run in terror?"
Says Rarity, pulling out different colors of ribbon to flash before Twilight's eyes for input.

"Yes, but Luna is still the same Luna that Celestia knew so many years ago. Don't you think they're just happy to be together again? They seemed all right last time we saw them."
Responds Twilight, rejecting a sparkling, pink ribbon with a shake of her head.

"Twilight, darling!" Rarity lets out a small chuckle. "A relationship between two ponies is sort of like matching colors together." She smiles, opens her drawer, and pulls out a giant, red ruby surrounded with a gold plate in order to fit around her neck. Then, she puts it on. "If both ponies have a red, firey personality, then the match will work; but not as well as two colors that highlight eachothers' good points. But if one pony has a relaxed, green nature while the other," she pauses to show Twilight a dark-blue ribbon and an orange ribbon, then continues, "has a tendency to be, shall we say, impatient, then it simply won't work!"

Twilight goes off topic. "Rarity, isn't that the ruby Spike gave you? Why did you just put it on?" Rarity glances down to her jeweled beauty.

"Perhaps I just wanted to add an additional color." When Twilight remains silent in her confusion, Rarity adds, "How would you and Spike like to stay for a lunch?"

Spike's Reflections

That day was one of the best I'd ever had. Rarity had already prepared an emerald meal for me, and she went far with her design. She and Twilight called me up after I got my hat and note: the note with her slim, cursive writing. All day, she asked me to bring up materials, and instead of thanking me without even sparing a glance, she took the time to give me an appreciative smile and say, "Thank you, my dear - this is just what I need!"

I loved it when she smiled. She was so happy, she let me wear my cap that she'd given me at the table. "Oh, it's fine, dear; you've worked so hard today. One little manner doesn't matter right now! We're all friends, aren't we?"

Before that day, I'd never heard her be so lenient about manners. That didn't matter as much to me at the time, though. What I really set my head on was: the prepared jewels, her asking Twilight what I'd like, taking the time to make me the baseball cap, the constant smiles, the note, the ruby I gave her wrapped around her neck. Amazingly, her good mood affected both me and Twilight.

I mustn't dwell so much on what I'm thinking now - I want to reflect on my thoughts as I was walking home that evening with Twilight.

Dusk
Rarity smiled all day today. When she smiles, it seems to affect me somehow. I really can't explain it better than this:
When Celestia's sun rises to absorb the night's serenity, all the creatures open their eyes to "new."
"New" clings to every being; it spreads across every hill, every mountain top.
Bright and colorful, the blades of grass sway in sync with the Pegasi's conjured wind; creating an illusion.
Only, I can spot the differences between a dream and reality;
but that's because I've spent my time perfecting my illusions.
So, singing a song in the gentle breeze, they rotate back and forth into uncertain, manipulative waves.
Somedays, I think they're swimming. Others, I think they're passing new ideas and thoughts to places farther away from here.
The passings of day, and the whispers of night always tell of tales to help create the "new."

When I bring forth Rarity's smiles, I feel like I've created something new. Even now as I walk home beneath the darkening sky, I can feel a warmth rising from my throat and into my cheeks. As I walk home, I reread the note she gave me in my head over and over. Like a broken record, I replay her words and blush.Dearest Spike,

I didn't add any particular design on this one. Twilight told me you'd prefer it that way; but just in case, I embroidered the inside of the cap. Certainly is is no ruby, but I still thought you'd find it fun to wear, hmm? Also, I'm preparing the rest of the outfit for you. I apologize for the delay.

Yours Truly,

Miss Rarity.

Mine truly. My Rarity. Twilight trots beside me and takes note of my smile. "You're certainly in a good mood. What's up with you and Rarity today?"

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about."
I reply, then cast my gaze back to the orange clouds floating just above Celestia's falling sun. Soon, Luna's peaceful stars and mood would create the night again: a different night. Tonight is my night. I hope Luna doesn't mind; I think I'm falling into a crimson pleasure. A gentle heart like hers will surely catch me before I hit the floor. Surely, tonight was a sign. Surely, she doesn't believe we're so different, does she? Does she?

Ch. 3: A Gift

That Winter - Rapid Dragon Growth

Restless. I can't get to sleep tonight. It's almost Hearts Warming Eve, and I still don't know what to get Rarity. Maybe Twilight will know. I'll have to wait until she's awake, though. I don't like waking her up; she just looks so happy. She also looks cold, though - seeing as the snow has already started falling a week before Hearts Warming.

Quietly, I pick up my blanket and walk over to sleeping Twilight. Rarity might be my love, but that certainly doesn't change how I feel about my best friend. So, I put my tiny blanket over her. It's not much, but hopefully it will help a little.

I tip-toe downstairs to look out the windows (being too close to Twilight might wake her - it's a small chance, but still, she's been shivering half the night).

I stare through frosted window out into the snow, and think: I'm older now - granted, it's in dragon years, but I'm still a lot taller than I used to be. I'm twelve inches higher.

A knock on the door inturrupts my thoughts. I rush to the door so Twilight doesn't have to be awakened. When I turn the door knob and open the wooden front, I see five ponies together; each carrying two gifts. Pinkie is the first to greet me.

"Hi Spike! Is Twilight here? TWILLLIGHHHT!"

I shush her. "Pinkie, please, no! She's asleep, and I don't want to wake her unless it's an emergency. She's studying a lot more than usual this week, and I really think she needs to, you know, rest."

"Oh, certainly. We're very sorry to disturb you and Twilight so early, Spike - we were just wondering, well, if it was okay with you, if we could just give you and Twilight your gifts a little early?" Fluttershy steps back a little, hiding behind her hair.

"You can come in, but please: don't wake up Twilight. Just wait until she wakes up. If you like, I'll serve you all something to eat, but until she wakes up," I fix my eyes directly at Pinkie Pie, "please find something quiet to do."

I step out of the doorway so they can each come in. Rainbow Dash is first to pass, second is Apple Jack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and finally, Rarity. The rest of the ponies make theirselves at home. "Can I, uh, get any of you something to eat or drink?"

"No need, sugar cube. I brought a li'l somethin' for everypony." Apple Jack looks at Rarity, who levitates a basket in front of her eyes.

"Spike, you've been a gracious host." Rarity sets a neatly wrapped box next to a large shelf filled with books. "I have a gift for you, too, dearie. I hope you don't mind; I couldn't find anything else to give you, so I picked you something small instead." On her back, I can see a smaller box that's also very neatly wrapped. "Thanks, Rarity." I say, smiling.

She hands me the tiny box. I grin, and turn to place the box next to Twilight's present, when she suddenly stops me. "Spike, aren't you going to open yours now?"

"It's a week before Hearts Warming, and Twilight's not awake yet. That, and I don't have anything to give all of you!"

"So? It's Hearts Warming. It doesn't matter if you don't got a gift for us. Twi will understand if you open just one." Rainbow rolls her eyes, and smirks at me.

"I don't know, you guys. Twi-" Upon the dissapointed look on Rarity's face, I stop myself, and say, "Well, all right."

I lift a claw, then prepare to unhook the top ribbon. I'm aware that everypony is watching me intently. What is the meaning of this?!

"Spike?" I hear a voice call to me from upstairs. "Is there something wrong? Your blanket wasn't on your bed-"

"TWILIGHT!" Pinkie bounces up the stairs to greet Twilight with a hug. In a daze, Twilight stumbles to the floor, while Pinkie is still crushing her with a tight embrace. "Pinkie? What are you doing here?" Twilight stands up and shakes off Pinkie. "Happy Hearts Warming Eve!" She squeals excitedly.

"But it's a week befo-"

"Sugar cube, each one of us has family this year to spend time with. We'd gladly invite y'all, but my family's spendin' our holiday out of town."
"I'm afraid that I will be busy as well. I have so many animals to care for in this cold." Fluttershy adds in a whisper.
"Same here." Rainbow shakes the gifts off her back and onto the floor.
"Family party! I'm going all the way to my parent's house to have a giant party for my parents and my sisters!"
"Yes, and my parents are visiting this holiday. They would be glad to have you and Twilight along, but I'm afraid," Rarity clears her throat and catches Twilight's gaze. "Well, let's just say it'd be a bit of a mess."

"Well, that's all right. You're here now! And now, we can all spend this holiday together!" Twilight smiles.

It's not "all right." I don't have a gift for any of them; not even Rarity. I have to find something soon.

"Oh, and Twilight, Spike here was just about to open his first gift before you woke up. Is it all right if we start the opening now?" Rarity stares down at me with a hint of impatience.

"Sure thing! Let me go get the gifts I've saved for all of you." Twilight rushes to the back room.

"Told you." Rainbow says.

I look up at Rarity. She fixes her eyes into mine, and her pupils dilate. Fine, fine. I'll open the gift.

Instead of working my way slowly this time, I shred the ribbon and wrapping paper off of the tiny box. When the box is completely bare, I open that as well. Inside, I see a shiny necklace. I'm not one for jewelry, but this one's in the shape of a heart. From Rarity.

"Yes, well, I sincerely apologize for not finding something better, Spike. I saw this at the jewelry store, and it reminded me of you. Of course, it's made of silver, so I just had to buy it. I know it isn't the greatest gift you've recieved, but, it is the thought that counts, is it not?" She flutters her eye lashes at me.

The shiny, little heart has a line through it, I notice. "Why is it cracked?" I ask. I don't want her to have a broken heart.

"Oh, silly Spike!" She giggles. "That's nothing to worry about! It's simply the opening of the heart. See?" Using her magic, she opens the small heart, folding it open like a book. "It's called a locket, dearie! Usually, ponies put pictures or notes in these of somepony special to them. It's not cracked, of course!"

I practice opening and closing the small heart - Rarity's heart. I close the tiny bit of her within my palms, and whisper softly, "Thank you..."

"Oh, it is no trouble! Nothing is too good for my Spikey-Wikey! Don't get too excited now, though; there are plenty more gifts for you and Twilight to open! And, later, I'll send you the rest of your cap's ensemble."

Twilight nods her head, a sad smile prints itself on her lips. I must have missed her return.

"I think Twilight should open MINE next!" Squeals Pinkie. She picks up a pink box and gives it to Twilight.

"Oh, thank you, Pinkie." Twilight shreds apart the wrapping and opens the box. When she opens it, streamers and confetti pop out on her face. Twilight pulls out a bright-pink book titled All About PARTIES!

At this, Twilight laughs a little. "Thank you, Pinkie Pie!"

Pretty soon, everypony's opening all the gifts that belong to them. Even I open my gifts.

The gifts

Rainbow Dash's gift is a step recorder for jogging, Pinkie Pie's is a small, toy airplane. Fluttershy's present is a new stuffed animal: a rabbit. (I'm not all for stuffed animals, either, but I like it anyway). Apple Jack's gift is a box of gems. "It took a lot to get those - right, Rarity?" She chuckles, facing her friend after I'd open the gift. Rarity nods at her.

Soon, the rest of the gifts are all open, and everypony prepares to leave. Rainbow leaves first, then Apple Jack, Pinkie, and Fluttershy.

Rarity remains behind for a bit to thank me and Twilight for our hospitality. My heart begins to jump. Please, no - don't go. She steps closer to the doorway. "Have a happy Hearts Warming, Twilight and Spike!" She steps out the front door.

My ears are starting to feel hot while my claws suddenly turn clammy. Without thinking, I shout to her. "Rarity! Wait!" I rush out the door, leaving Twilght confused.

"Spike? What are-"
I hug her before she's able to complete her sentence. I can feel the snow landing lightly on my scales, and I can tell she's embarrassed; but I can't let go. Not now, when I know I'll hardly see her during the week. "Rarity, I just didn't want you to be gone for a whole entire week without being able to give you something." I say, my words spilling out of my mouth and quickly being hushed by the cold. "I'm so sorry I couldn't get you anything. Is there any way I can make this up to you?" I look up at her, guilt staining my eyes in freezing, cold rivers.

"Oh, Spike! There's no reason to fret so much over one little present. I don't need anything, don't you worry." She looks amused, but sincere. This isn't good enough. "But you gave me a locket. Wasn't it expensive?"

"Spike, it's rude to ask the price of the gift. Well, I suppose your reasoning is different, though..."

"I'm sorry, Rarity." I continue clutching her tightly. I don't want her to leave. Why can't she stay forever? "Are you really going to be away at your house for an entire week with your parents?" I ask, concern cracking a few of my words.

"They'll be here in a couple of days, so I have a little time off before that happens. Why are you so sad, Spike?"

Before I can stop myself, or hold in my next bursting emotion, I shout loud enough for all of Ponyville to hear, "Because I hate being away from you all the time. I don't want you to be cooped up with them for any holiday. I want you to be with me for every holiday - no, every day! I hate feeling empty inside when you're not around, I hate fighting with myself all the time about whether or not we'd work, and I hate when you're uncomfortable or upset, and I know this might be making it worse, but seven days is just too much!"

When I look up, both of Rarity's cheeks are bright red, and I don't think it's due to the cold. From behind me, I hear Twilight gasp. Then, I turn to see that Twilight's jaw has dropped. Evidently, Rainbow Dash, Apple Jack, and Pinkie Pie all left to go home, but Fluttershy, no more than twenty-four inches away, gapes at me in shock. Despite the cold, I can feel my cheeks flushing with heat.

I back away from Rarity, afraid of her response. I look at her, see the flush of red on her cheeks, and instantly feel horrible. I've embarrassed her, placed Twilight and Fluttershy in temporary shock, and exposed my secret to all of Ponyville (whether they've been listening or not).

I hear a door close, and turn again to Twilight. Gone. She went inside the house. I turn back to look at Fluttershy, who is now slowly treading through the snow in the opposite direction with stiff, awkward leg movements that cause my conscience to scream, "YOU'VE MESSED UP, SPIKE!"

Finally, I meet Rarity's gaze, and gulp. "Please don't be mad at me." I say.

She comes closer to me, and laughs. I don't understand what's so funny, so I avert my gaze and concentrate on my feet covered in snow instead.

"How could I ever be mad, Spike? That's so sweet of you to care for me so much. You really are the greatest friend a pony could hope for!" She kisses me on my forehead, and I feel my cheeks burn brighter. Beaming, she turns away and heads in the opposite direction.

I've just been kissed by her. Again. It's odd; for so long, I'd forgotten how soft her lips are. Inside of me, I could feel my stomach bubbling with excitement. Inside of me, I can hear the empty part of my soul singing once again to calm the fire in my heart. I can hear a siren calling out a warning to me.

A love so sweet gleams so bright with brilliant torridity.
Passionate placement of words full of truth bring your true love much closer to you.
You can't explain this calling from inside, and still you follow your senses so filled with lies.
Follow your heart, little one; she'll be here soon.
Follow your heart, little one; she'll return to you after the passings of many moons.
Don't lose yourself in a gesture, but instead, lose yourself in her.
That is the way you'll fall for her charming spell.
That is the way you'll ever move forward.
But be warned, my naive little drake:
your spell is not as strong as hers.
Be warned, love-struck child, if you fall in too deep, you could get hurt.

I walk back inside, and climb into bed. I don't need sleep tonight; just the song replaying in my head, along with the words Rarity sang to me: her greatest friend. Twilight's a friend, but Rarity's a gift. So tonight, I listen to Twilight's unsteady, unexplained, wheezing while I sing to myself the gentle song buried in my heart once again.

Ch. 4: Twilight and Rarity

Twilight Sparkle's Notes

This is the fourth day I've recorded every event of every day in this journal. Rarity told me it would help keep track of the day's events while keeping the frustrations down to a minimum. I must say, though, that while I trust my friend's judgement, it hasn't been working. I still worry, and I still pace. You know, I'm not always so sure for the psychological reasoning behind pacing. I suppose it could have something to do with the steady rythym; then again, it could also be a result of nervous energy. I really haven't decided yet.

9:00-9:31AM: Ate Breakfast - Oats-Meal.
9:32-11:15AM: Searched and studied The Internal Wonders: Ponie's Guide.
Results: None that were satisfactory.
11:16-11:41AM: Ate Lunch - hay, water.
11:43AM-3:25PM: Searched and studied The Mysteries of Drakes.
Results: None that were satisfactory.
3:2PM-Unknown: Woke up on top of the book Opening the Gaps after studying it for an untimed period. Within that period, I have confirmed my results to be unsatisfactory.

All of my days have been like that. I can't find the answer. There's nopony that seems to know. I don't want to ask Celestia for help; not yet, at least. Perhaps my Zebra friend may know a solution to this. Or, Perhaps not. Whether there even is one in these books remains to be seen. Speaking of "seeing" things, I haven't seen Spike around today. I hope he's okay.

Lately, I've noticed that Spike seems to hold a substantial amount of anxiety. I guess I'm not the only one with an alarm system ringing in my head, but before Hearts Warming, Spike was pretty low on energy; more so than usual. I know he's lazy a lot of the time, but this lack of energy seemed DIFFERENT somehow.

Oh no. What if he knows? He couldn't possibly... Dear, sweet Celestia, Spike will lose it if he were to ever find out! He'd hate me, hate Ponyville, hate everything! I could never hope to find him if he left. I could never hope to find his old self. I could never...

I guess that's why I need to keep hoping on what is possible. There's a chance that I can do this. There's a chance that I can turn this experiment into a success. But it's so far away, it's kind of hard to reach; kind of like how each time I look through my telescope, I can see each planet, each constellation, but I still won't be able to truly know until I can do more than acknowledge and treasure their distant existence...

Miss Rarity's Diary

The days are becoming longer, but they're not supposed to. With each passing second, I can hear a faint *tick!*

How the noise irritates me so. It's laughing at me, I know it. It all could be in my head. Remember, Rarity; remember what Twilight said. That could be creating the illusion of the sound, that could be the reason you're dreaming about clocks and you're becoming frightened at the sound of the stove or microwave. It's no reason to worry, it'll all be over soon.

How soon, I wonder? It's been so many years, it seems, since Twilight said the experiment was supposed to end. Key Words: supposed To. This is taking forever. Not to be crude, but prior to Pinkie Pie's parties, I am not fond of surprises.

Twilight had better end this experiment soon, or the experiment will end itself; and I will be the first to know of it, I'm sure!

It wasn't until much later that I managed to get my claws on these. I hate surprises, too, Rarity; and that's why I will never forget this. It's kind of odd, though. They wrote this a long time ago, and I can understand not being able to fully comprehend everything then; but even now, I still feel like I'm missing something.

Ch. 5: Zecora's Brew

I can never tell why Twilight does the things she does. Every day for the past couple of months, her routine has been the same: eat, sleep, study. Don't get me wrong; she used to do this a lot - but never for several months. She's neglecting everypony she knows besides Zecora and Rarity. I never know what those three do, since Twilight only tells me where she's going, and not why. Whenever she leaves to go over to their houses, I'm left to clean up any messes Twilight might've made. Like I said before, though; cleaning isn't the only thing I do.

Right now, I'm sitting next to the "L" bookshelf, wondering if there's an extra copy of Leaping Further, the book Rarity wanted a while back. No; "wanted" is the wrong word... A better word would be "enjoys," since she hasn't come back to return the copy. I assume she likes it, and I'm glad she's enjoying it. Scanning the bookshelves, I continue searching for the book. None.

I sigh, and sit back down, suddenly remembering Hearts Warming Eve and how we stood together in the snow. Silently, I scold myself for never giving Rarity a gift. Pathetic, aren't I? Several months after the holiday, and I still haven't managed to buy her a gift. I amble upstairs to my bed. Inside my pillowcase (where I always store it), I dig for the locket she gave me.

She gave me a heart, didn't she? It's beautiful, but, why do I ache so much? This locket holds a taste of bitter-sweet.

That night when I'd released almost every source of emotion weighing me down, she ignored it entirely. To her, I'm a great friend, but; I don't want to be a friend. Twilight is a friend, but Rarity, she's the reason I breathe. If it weren't for her existence, I'd never know happiness, and I'd never know what it means to actually live. I mean, sure, I'm breathing, but honestly, before her, I never had anypony take my breath away.

Before Hearts Warming, I spent my time heavily alone. Every step was hindered by at least one desire left unspoken. When she's around, I feel light, and even a bit fluttery.

Still, I can't let go of how she ignored my call to her; my incomplete confession. When we stood there together in the snow, she was halted by my words with her mouth agape. I know she heard each word, and I know I said them because at that moment, I remember my heart taking absolute control of what I did while my mind went blank. She brushed off how I want to be with her. Am I such a pest that she doesn't want anything to do with me?

I'm glad for her locket, and I'm glad she gave me her heart; but I still am not entirely sure why mine hurts so much. It's screaming in agony, almost as if a frozen shard of itself has sliced an opening into it. Revolting, isn't it? Honestly, I'm finding it even more revolting how much I'm wanting to set this library to flames and reduce every last printed letter into ashes.

I want to, but I don't know why. My conscience tells me that this will bring only misery, and since misery seems to love me, I won't. Even though I won't for Twilight, I still want to; but I can't explain why. I guess it's just a dragon thing - and another waste of time.

So much time wasted on thinking of her, wanting her, loving her. So much of it was wasted on one bad moment; a moment too early. I should have waited. I always thought about how much waiting hurt, but this is far worse. Rejection is what is partially aching me, but as for the rest, I'm not entirely sure.

But maybe, just maybe, if I wait longer, she'll change her mind. Maybe my begging will be heard by somepony and she'll finally be mine. Maybe, just maybe...

I shouldn't spend this time second guessing. It's unhealthy. I should wait, let the actions unravel before me in a diagram so that it can be read as a story that only Time will be able to tell.

Twilight's Blunder

"Zecora, have you found it yet?" Twilight asks, leaning over the zebra's bubbling cauldron. Zecora, who stands no more than a few inches away, glances at Twilight with annoyance.

"This potion will take a lot of time to brew; but, as for the ingredients, I'm missing a few." Zecora says, still stirring the boiling contents.

"What ingredients? I'll get them if you need them."

"It appears that you do not understand," Zecora continues. "The last few ingredients are the kind that can not be harvest from the trees, dirt, or sand."

"Where can I get them?" Twilight silently prays that Zecora knows.

"Take this vessel colored of blue. Perhaps the answer will come to you. The book tells me you will need words spoken true, along with a heart beating for her; a heart composed entirely of pure. Where to find these, and how to harvest them, I am not entirely sure." She says, not chancing to look at the transfixed look on Twilight's face. She gives Twilight the blue little bottle shaped as a heart that seems to be split into three parts.

"The first one here says that you will need a source of DNA from the lover's head. That way, the potion can, for a second, connect their thoughts. Though, taking a piece may seem a little odd; if I were you, I would try not to be caught."

"So you mean hair."

"If it is a stallion that beats for her, then, yes, that is correct."

"What do you mean if it's a stallion?" Twilight asks, tilting her head.

"Twilight, you ought to think more with an open mind; love is not limited to just ponies. Look hard enough, and perhaps her soul-mate you will find."

Twilight pauses, then allows concern to line her face. Looking inside the cauldron, she notices that the bubbling brew has turned a bright yellow.

"Lucky for you," Zecora continues, "years must pass before finishing the brew." When Twilight doesn't respond, Zecora goes on with her explanation. "This potion must sit and allow time to pass so that the love is no longer able to break. Only then will your friend be able to continue her life without your mistake." Twilight blushes. "The spell you casted was very strong, so I'm creating several in case something goes wrong. But do not misunderstand my words, because there is no hurry in retrieving the last; the ingredients will only take effect if enough time has passed."

"How will we know how long it will be?" Asks Twilight.

"The one you find and your unfortunate friend will be the ones to let you in. Do not tell them of this plan; otherwise, they will rush the truth. That never goes down well, I'm sure a lesson that has been taught to you." Zecora finishes her sentence, then watches Twilight place the vessel into her saddlebag. Zecora turns away into a compartment to pull out several potion vials, then returns to fill them each with the potion. "I will keep these safe for Miss Rarity, but even though years will have to pass, you can not neglect your responsibilty. I hope now that you have learned that sometimes even our most full-proof plans can take a wrong turn. Perhaps next time, instead of rushing, you will wait; that way, nopony else will suffer an unfortunate fate." This time, Zecora takes a moment to stare firmly into Twilight's eyes. In response, Twilight closes hers, and lets go of a single tear. "I will, I swear. I've learned my lesson now; I just want all of this to end." When she continues to cry, Zecora only smiles, then wraps her hoof around the shoulder of her friend.

"I'm sure your friend Rarity wishes the same. Of course, you'll have to tell her to wait a while. Though, I think it'd be best for every pony if you kept your chin up; I'd much rather have you continue to smile."

Ch. 6: Rushed

Ever since Twilight casted the Ticking Time-Trick spell, Rarity has been stuck on a deep depression, replaying the words Twilight said just before casting it.

"The Time-Trick spell is something of a time control method. It allows the caster to manipulate time for as long a period they charge for. It says here that it should take months to master, but I doubt I will need that much time."

"That's great, Twilight!" Rarity said. "Er, now, why does it need to charge again? And, when you say 'manipulate,' what all features does that include?" Rarity asked. She never really meant to walk into Twilight's explanation, but at the time, she was very curious and forgot about her original errand.

"It must charge, otherwise, the spell will be incomplete, causing some sort of 'count-off.' That doesn't sound so bad, whatever that is; and anyway, the count-off will only happen if 'directed at a breathing vessel.' I've already tried looking up the definition for those phrases, but none of the terms seem in any way connected. As for the different usages, I'm allowed to control how fast or slow time will pass, and only I'll be fully aware of the time lapse. I could even pause time if I wanted to!" Twilight said, turning a page in her notebook before continuing. "Depending on how much power I put into the spell, the timing could go very fast or very slow. A great amount of power will fast forward time, and a small amount of power will slow it. Oh, this is so exciting! I think I've almost read enough about this to finally try it."

"You mentioned earlier that this should take months to master. Are you quite certain that you're prepared to er, what was it? Fully charge the spell?" Rarity began retreating towards the door.

"Oh, Rarity! Usually I'm the one who worries about these details. This time, though, I'm sure I'll be able to do it right. After all, how else will I master the spell besides practicing it? I've already read all the sections on it. I just need to study my notes a bit."

"Well, I suppose you're right." Rarity paused, then suddenly remembered the reason for her arrival. "Do you mind if I borrow one of your baking books? Sweetie Belle will not stop begging me to do something with her, so I figure she ought to learn how to cook."

"Sure thing, Rarity." Twilight said, not looking up from her notes.

"Thank you, Twilight. I'll return it tomorrow."

Rarity sighs at her bad-timed mistake. I could have chosen any other day. She thinks, then shudders at the remainder of her memory.

Rarity's Return

The next day, Twilight's anxiety and excitement made her forget about Rarity's trip back. She read the last few words on the book's page before shutting it, and announcing: "Done!" With Spike out getting more quills, right then should have been the perfect time to practice her spell in order to prevent an accidental "count-off." Whatever that was, at any rate, shouldn't have been a problem for Twilight since everypony and dragon was away.

Rarity returned to Twilight's library to give back the cook book. She knocked.

Twilight concentrated, not able to hear the knock over the sound of the spell. I think I'll just create a slow-down, since that seems easiest. Okay, I think that's enough charging.

The room radiated a brilliant, yellow light just as Rarity walked in to place the book back where she'd found it. Her only few words were muffled by a high pitched screech that only Twilight, and strangely, Rarity could hear.

"Oh!" Rarity cringed as a blast of the golden time spell hit her. The impact of the hit sent her tumbling back against the now closed door.

Twilight slowly regained her stance, then grimaced at the mess around her. Great. She thought, sarcastically. That was a complete waste of my time and my energy!

She stomped down the stairs to view the even bigger mess, and, to find Rarity unconscious against the door of the library, head rested back. Rarity sat with her hind legs completely on the ground and her front two holding up the front of her; or rather, they would be, if she weren't slouching against the door.

Twilight gasped at the sight. Speeding down the stairs for her friend, she felt a long, painful sting of dread. I wasn't alone when the spell took effect, and I never even found out what a "count-off" was! Oh, no...

Rarity moaned and crinkled her brow, then, cringed once again with pain. Twilight gaped at the golden, circular symbol glowing on her chest.

Count-Off Begin: Please Select Desired Date. The words scrambled after the circle, then, breaking the silence of the room, loud clicks echoed throughout the library. This would be temporary, Twilight knew, but she wasn't sure about the count-off.

Ten Seconds Before Ending Life Sequence. Please Select Desired Date. Panic shot through Twilight before she shouted, "Twenty years!"

The golden letters dissapeared, and Rarity moaned once again upon awakening. "Twilight," she groaned. "What happened?" Twilight pinned her ears against her head, then mumbled quietly her next answer, as if she were afraid of speaking.

"I messed up."

Rarity's Reflections: Diary Entry

I am not mad at Twilight for her mistake; well, at least, not anymore. Ever since that day, she studied as much as she could about the condition. When I found out exactly what a "count-off" was, and my parents found out, fear struck all of us. Sweetie Belle is forced to stay at Fluttershy's for now since my parents are afraid of Twilight; and since Sweetie refuses to return home. Someday, they'll pull her out of Ponyville; I'm sure.

I hate this curse. Each day marks a closer end to my life. The count-off will continue to tick until it kills me. From what Twilight has told me, the count-off is going slowly because of the manipulation type she used. As far as I can see, I am very lucky that she did not use the speed spell, which would have killed me with no warning. I would be gone in an instant. But, since the slow spell was used, I have the remaining nine-teen years of my life to live. All that I must do is wait for Twilight to find a cure that can stop the count-off without stopping my breath; but waiting is beginning to hurt.

She told me not to worry, that there must be some element or medicine that exists in Equestria strong enough to fix this. There must be, she insisted on it. I hope she is correct. I hope she can fix this. I hope...

She told me that we should inform Spike after informing the others. I disagreed. After Hearts Warming, I just couldn't. He mustn't find out until the time comes. Even though the other five know, he cannot. I realized then that while my friends will be stricken with grief, he will be stricken with despair. I can't sour his years with my problem; he's just so young. Though he is growing fast, - as a young dragon should - I shouldn't ruin his childhood. He needs to grow without all this sadness.

As revolting as it may seem for me to say this, I think I rather like Spike. If he were older, I daresay I'd enjoy spending more quality time with him. Alas, he is a child, and I am not. It would be disturbing to mix with him while he's so young.

Oh, what am I saying? Even if he does grow faster than me, he's still technically younger. I shouldn't be such a school-pony; gushing like that! And now, before dying, I still allow myself to break his heart while I write down my feelings like a filly. Right now, I'm unsure of what might hurt him more: the truth, or the moment of death.

What's worse, I know there isn't a lot else to say to any of this, besides:

"Spike, I'm so sorry..." Rarity whispers, then shuts the book to avoid the pages being flooded with tears.

Ch. 7: An Eventful Dusk

We walk together around the park. My adrenaline is taking over my entire body. I am really trying hard not to fidget, not to stutter, or to fumble.

I have to keep cool, I tell myself. Rarity and I are just walking together. We are just on our way to gather more jewels. We continue to walk together in silence. Then, I begin to wonder, why are we going through the park to gather jewels?

"Hey, uhm, Rarity?" I say, tentatively.
"Yes, Spike?" She turns to meet my gaze.
"Why are we gathering gems in the park during dusk?"
"Well, dearie, if you'd rather leave for home, then perhaps we can wait until tomorrow to-"
"No!" I blurt out, "That's not what I meant! I was just wondering if there were any gems here."
"Why, most certainly not, my dear Spike! We are just on our way, which means we must pass the park!"

We both halt at the fountain. The fireflies nearby swim around in the air, so effortlessly, it's staggering. Rarity is still beaming at me, and I am still left in awe.

"We could sit at the bench for a minute, couldn't we?" I ask.

She nods, then takes her seat at the wooden bench. I notice that I have become substantially taller. I've always known, but sometimes, just little things like other ponies sitting down remind me how much larger I am. I should mention that I'm only twenty inches taller, but still...

"Aren't you going to sit, too, Spike?" She asks.

I regain my senses, then climb up on the seat next to her. She smiles for a minute, then turns her head away. The snow-white mare drops her eyes to meet the ground, and sighs. Something is wrong.

"What's the matter?"

She places her gaze into mine, and says unflinchingly, "Time is awfully short, is it not?"

I ponder this for a moment. Short? As far as I know, it's been forever since last holiday, Nightmare Moon, and Discord... Since Rarity and I first met.

"I cannot escape a certain... Feeling... I am experiencing."

You and me both.

"I feel defeated. Against the significance of time, I am but another corporeal existence in an ocean of change. Soon, 'change' will take me away, and allow another to take my place. Each second that passes tells me, 'time is running thin...' I don't want to leave."

"What do you mean? You're not leaving, are you?" I ask, frantically composing arguments to convince her to stay.

"Not anytime soon, Spike. But when so many years pass, my time will run out. I don't know how to spend the years inbetween, and I never knew that it would be so..."

Tears begin to flood out of her eyes when she trails off. Make-up quickly smears her cheeks while tears flow in a furious river down her flawless face. My eyes grow wide, and I, not exactly aware of why, begin to cry as well.

"Don't cry," I beg. She only responds by turning her cries into furious howls of remorse.

Suddenly, I realize something, and when I do, a lump forms in my throat. Oh crap! I think. Rarity, I know you're hurt about something, but somepony will wake up and think I'm the cause of this... I freeze up, and tense every muscle in my body. What if... What if I'm causing her pain?

I slide closer to her, and slightly tap her with the back of my claw, so as not to accidently scratch her. I really hope I'm not the reason she's crying. Somehow, I have to make this better; I just have to.

"Why are you crying? Are you -uhf!" I grunt right as she falls onto my lap and wraps her hooves onto my neck, sobbing into my shoulder.

Now, I'm not entirely sure why she's crying; all I know is, I want it to stop. And I also know that Miss Rarity is hugging me, and that I am holding her. Since I'm larger, her weight does not bother me in the slightest. Odd, since it's only twenty inches.

"I-I d-don't want t-to leave! Spike, I can't tell you why, but I'm g-going to die, and I just can't..."

She buries her face into my arm, and continues to cry. Gasping for breath, she repeats this process, following these are wails and moans of anguish. Whatever is bothering her, I silently steam, must end...

Completely relieved of shock, I wrap my own arms around her back (careful not to drift too low). With surprising strength, she grips me tighter and tighter, muffling her cries into my scale-plated chest.

I stop the flow of my own tears - I can't cry in front of her. Not when she's hurt.

"Don't cry, Rarity. We can fix," I hiss the last word, letting smoke puff out of my nostrils, "whatever you're sad about. Please don't cry."

When she only continues to clutch me and resume her violent sobs, I choose to remain silent.

I'm not sure why she told me this or what she's so worked up about; all I know is, I can stay here all night for her on this very bench holding her close to me. I would do it for her, and, a bit for myself.

My heart flutters at the warmth of her body heat. And here I thought dragons were cold-blooded. Despite myself and Rarity's crying, I smile.

Then, forgetting my pledge to silence, I whisper, "You don't need to worry. I'll always be here. And if you leave, I'll find you, and I'll bring you back. No matter what, I'll always do my best for you. I'd look for you, even if it meant running to every corner of Equestria. I'd do anything for you."

She sniffles, and looks up.

"No matter what the cost!" I nearly roar the rest of the words, but restrain the emotion boiling through me, and the temptation to release flames into the open air. Then, I wrap my claws gingerly around the back of her head, and pull her once again close to my heart.

Don't let this moment end. I silently beg. Then, rage fills my thoughts. Whatever is hurting her will pay. I don't know what it is, but since I'm holding Rarity, it'll have to wait.

She nuzzles me, then curls up in a tight, fluffy ball in my lap.

As if to complete our embrace, I wrap my tail comfortably around her, and guard her while she sleeps.

Ch. 8: A Mother's Complaint

Mayor Mare sits at her office, collecting every significant thought she can, while rummaging through her stack of unread mail. The scattered mail consisted of several components, ranging from expenses needed to be paid, expenses that were owed to her, expenses that were owed to Ponyville, a few "thank you" letters from ponies who had their suggestions used (by popular vote), and as always, the complaints.

Lately, more complaints have been reeling in, leaving Mayor Mare at a loss of what to do. She can't read twenty letters at a time, and she certainly can't decide instantly on a matter with so many neigh sayers in the population of this democracy.

She sighs, then proceeds to open the expenses letters first. She knows she should at least take a look at how many bits she would lose before taking any of the suggestions and comlaints for approval.

Hours later, she completes the tasks set before her. A lamp light illuminates her next objective; reading through the piles of complaints. Mayor Mare sighs, rips open the first letter, and prepares herself for the drudgery.

She simply skims through the letter, noting the commonly adressed matter, then sets it into the correct pile. She continues this same routine until she rips open a new matter.

Mayor Mare,

I noticed Twilight's pet has grown... Larger. While I respect their relationship, I can't help but fear his... Fire breath. My fillies won't take a hoof outside anymore after finding him entangled with another pony. When they told me the mare's eyes were closed, my heart nearly skipped a beat. I fear for the safety of myself and my children. I'd appreciate it if you removed that monstrosity from our town.

Sincerely,

A concerned citizen of Ponyville.

Mayor Mare sets the letter down, and rereads it at least a dozen more times. Twilight's pet? I don't recall... Why is this pony writing in secret? She resigns her questions for later, erasing her curiosity for a serious occassion.

Since there aren't numerous reports, she wouldn't investigate it right away; and anyway, what's one complaint going to achieve here?
Until I find more reason to find out about this "fire-breathing monstrosity," then I suppose this pony will just have to wait. I'm far too busy to deal with nightmares. Honestly, does everypony in town take me for an idiot?!

Mayor Mare snorts indignantly, then stomps on home and into bed, readying herself for yet another ton of letters tomorrow.

After Thoughts

I was holding her, touching her, protecting her, loving her with every fiber of my existence. She LET me hold her; either she's dealing with some chronic depression or I'm not the only one feeling the way I do. The next morning when she awoke, she slowly raised her head and accidently bumped into my chin... Softly, though.

"Oh, my apologies, Spike!" She had said to me. "No worries, my lo-" I stopped myself immediately. "Ratity," I corrected, scolding myself internally.
She ignored this, then continued, "I- I'm truly sorry for that little outburst last night. It was perfectly rude of me! Why, a lady should never-"
I inturrupted her, then cringed angrily. "What in the name of Celestia bothered you so much?"
Rarity blushed, and looked down to her hooves. "I shan't say... Or at least, not during day. There are too many here, too many with open ears. Let us both speak privately."
I looked around, but there wasn't a soul in sight. Perhaps paranoia doesn't just exist within Twilight. "But, nopony's here, Rarity." I objected. "What do you-"
"Come this way, and you will see how much loneliness has taunted me."
That moment, I just sighed in defeat. "All right, Rarity. I'll listen to you and I will be discreet." She nodded, then led me to her house as we had agreed.

Ch. 9: Even Books Hold No Hope

Twilight slams her book onto the ground aggressively. "No, no, NO!" She roars to the empty library. "There's nothing in here that could help in anyway." She sifts through stacks of books, throwing them around in a colorful, noisy mess. "Why isn't there anything? It can't be true; there has to be a way." Owlishious hoots indignantly. Twilight ignores this, then continues to skim page after page of several unharmed books. "Nothing, no, no, nothing... USELESS!" In an instant clatter, she drops the books to the ground and stomps around in rage. Her owl, growning concerned, seats himself up on the centered statue in the room where Twilight paces. He hoots yet again, gaining her attention.

The purple pony looks up and sighs. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made all that noise."

The owl hoots in response. At least now, she's calm. Never before had Twilight referred to a book as "useless."

"I just wish there was another option, some other pony I could get help from."

Her pet owl remains silent at this, allowing Twilight a few seconds to absorb what she'd just said.

I know what you're thinking... Or, maybe not. Regardless, I don't want to call up Celestia for this matter. Twilight says silently. What if she's too busy to attend to this? What if... She's ashamed of me?

Heavy silence sets a pressure on Twilight's shoulder, and she bites her lip to restrain more tears. No... Now's not the time to hide from deserved ridicule. Now is the time to act. Maybe this time, my acts won't be a mistake.

With new-found confidence, Twilight raises her head and levitates a quill and parchment in front of her face. "Spike!" She commands, smiling slightly. "Take a letter!"

No response. There is no shuffling of claws or grab of the parchment and quill. Twilight wanders upstairs to find her lost companion.

Gone.

"How close are you and Twilight?" Rarity asks, lifting a tea kettle up on the stove of her kitchen. "We're best friends," He answers, "you know that, Rarity."

Yes, but asking never hurt, did it?

"Yes, well, I'm afraid that wasn't the answer I was hoping for."

"Why not?" He asks.

Rarity grabs two empty cups to set the tea in, and blushes. "Sweetened or unsweetened?" She asks.

"Sweetened." He seats himself beside the table, careful not to crouch too close to the chairs. He's much too large to sit in those, so he prefers to sit on his hind legs instead.

"Sweetened it is." Rarity adds two teaspoons of sugar to both cups. "You never answered my question. What's this about, anyways?" Spike snaps, a little sharper than Rarity would have liked. "I have something I need to tell you; something I probably should have told you a while ago." She stares at the stove, and nearly whispers these words.

Spike grins, revealing several glistening, spiked teeth. "So do I." Quickly, he appears at Rarity's side and continues to smile at her glare. "Honestly! What has caused such an unpleasant change in humor?"

In all honesty, Spike isn't sure either, so he just laughs. "Lighten up, sweet heart. I just had the greatest night of my life. Let's be happy today, huh?"

When Rarity's facial expression remains stone cold, Spike's grin grows.

"I didn't find it at all great. I was in tears, and you think that's great?" Rarity's face burns scarlet.

Spike's grin turns into a soft smile, and he says, "That's not the part I'm happy about. Didn't you notice? I nearly burned the park down because of that."

"You did not!"

"Did so."

"You huffed out smoke, but I saw no fire. And I fail to see what might have ignited your agitating levity."

"There are a lot of things you don't see. Part of the reason being there are no mirrors in this kitchen."

The tea kettle screeches, water vapor shoots out of the nozzle. Rarity shuts off the stove, pours out the tea, then sets the kettle else where. She does so in bitter silence.

"If I were you, I'd be flattered." Spike says after several awkward minutes. "Silence your tongue and drink your tea, you rude little drake." Rarity snaps.

"When will you tell me what you wanted to say?"

"When I want. You stay there while I go upstairs." Rarity spins sround and huffs upstairs to her bedroom. Spike is no longer smiling.

I really messed that up. That whole conversation didn't make a lot of sense to me; I'm not even sure why I acted that way.

Author's note: More later. Don't bother correcting my mistakes. I'm making edits later.

Ch. 10: Royal Chaos

"Sister." An elegant horse of a white-starred design plastered on her blue-black mane speaks softly, so softly, that only her older, slightly taller sister is able to make out this simple, gloomy word.

"What ails you?" Celestia states instantly, not breaking in her stride down the long, castle corridor, but not betraying the slightest notion of disregard for her sister's emotions. Canterlot Castle guards salute, in a wave, Celestia and Luna as they pass.

"I have news from Manehattan; news of ill-fortune."

"What devistation befalls them?" Celestia halts in her tracks upon arrival of her royal throne.

"Night-screechers have burned down homes, targeting every square inch of poverty-stricken neighborhoods."

"You are guardian of the night! The moon rises and falls at your behest, Luna. Why are your nightmare villians not taken care of?"

"I am unable to control them."

"For what purpose did you conjure them?"

Luna's temper flares. Instinctively, she snarls at her elder, "They are not conjured by will, Sister. They are the very beings of fear and devistation, and they breathe for no master. The night is my duty and my control. As for the horrors within, that is beyond my reach. Though I can restrain evening's hauntings, these beings are loose under no reins except the desire to destroy. They are, as history's records so often state, under the control of control itself, driven only by the desire to conquer and feed off of misfortune. If you think I willingly sought this chaos, you are deeply mistaken."

Celestia does not chance a blink at her words. "Nightmare Moon brought upon a darkened day. How do I know this cursed night is not your doing as well?"

"Over the many thousands of years you and I have ruled, had you not the will to observe their actions? When I was banished to the moon, did they not bother to return once my nightmares began? If not, why have you not taken the time to examine our history of beasts? How dare you accuse me of such destruction!"

The dozens of guards coated in plated armor in the room now turn their heads slightly in the princesses' direction, both curious and anxious to hear an arguement between two usually level-headed rulers.

"Luna, you are, as I've said, guardian of the night. Why are your nightmares tainting this land?"

"I did not conjure them."

"Nightmares, Luna; they are spawns of your fears and distress. I will ask again: what ails you?"

"They are not mine, they are of alien markings. They look different than mine..." Luna shakes her head, oblivious to her elder's annoyance. "I cannot figure who they may belong to..."

Celestia's eyebrows furrow, suddenly understanding what her sister has been trying to tell her.

Within the silence, majestic Luna continues, "Sister, this kingdom is not yours or mine alone. We are two rulers in the midst of varying waves of chaos, and of harmony. I may guard the night the way you guard day, but here, we rule as one. Here, we stand as a single force of power and dignity. Do not deny me my very pride by accusing me of such blasphemy. These night-screechers, as impossible as the circumstances may seem, are not of my creation, and therefore, are out of my control. I am asking for your assistance as a sister in need, not as a ruler incapable."

The tall, pure-white mare bows her head in shame. "Forgive me, Luna; I have betrayed you in trust. You are right to be upset; though, if what you say is true, we must proceed with haste. Tell me: what alien markings do you speak of?"

"They... Do not have the crescent moon mark on them. Instead, they have what seems to be visible, dark-red veins. What's more, I am not the only mare to witness these creatures. They were visible to all eyes that focused on the sky."

Celestia's previous, stone-cold demeanor breaks, replacing it with a look of unflinching horror. Hesitantly, the flowing-maned ruler speaks.

"Proceed with me to the Statue of Discord." Both sisters nod in a unison of understanding, and disappear in a bright collision of blue and white flashes.

The Void

Laughter is the only friend the being of Chaos and Destruction can hold when caught between his own stone state, and a world of control. His dreams are his solace, the only world he truly desires. In his dreams, he seeks misfortune like an old friend, but cannot find her because she's beyond his reach. So instead, he holds close to laughter, both sick and beautiful, like a child clings to his mother.

Somber dreams have never been Discord's preference, no. Discord prefers a more optimistic approach to every dark corner of his imaginary land. Cackling maliciously in his dream, he thinks of Pinkie Pie, then curls his claws outward, then inward.

Such a sweet mare. Oh, how she'd just love my creations of despair. Why, I daresay we could even share a laugh!

Curling his lips, he ascends to the very peak of his own Mt. Lightning, where blue sparks of misery strike upwards in varying patterns, and where the thunder roars just in the back of one's ears. Under his feet, Discord relishes in this miserable symphony of sparks that rise up to electrify his entire being. Where the thunder roars close to him, his laughter crescendos, adding to the orchestra of evil.

"Thunder, hear me now: upon my word, I have wreaked havoc into a world of visionary beauty. Is there not beauty in my world as well? Shall we not fairly play?" Lightning curls upward, outlining the draconaquis's hoofed foot. Discord lashes his snake tail; the sound of a whip emenates from this action, adding to the chorus of a malevolent song.

Love is a mystery, but hate is a curse. Lord of Confusion, let Disharmony disperse.

"I swear by Celestia's name, I will have my day; a day in which no pony can stop my unrelenting, unhindered chaos!" Thunder rolls, thunder cries, thunder screams malice in Discord's wasteland of mixed dreams. His red eyes glint with pleasure as he sees a gray, unassuming rat scurry across the top, then be struck down by a rising lightning bolt.

Chaos gleams, Discord rises again. The sun will shine once the reckoning has come to an end.

"They shun me like a rodent among them, but they are mistaken, for it is I who holds true power. I sleep within an icy, stone stage, but in time, they'll know of true hate, they'll soon realize their mistake!" Keeping the beat, Discord stomps his reptillian foot, grinning with devious madness.

Look back into the past, find me in your wake. Yes, you'll all soon realize what a great blunder you have made.

"Elements of Harmony, you will all pay!"

Die with me, lie with me, you ravenous foals. I'll show you a hungering never been told.

Discord, Lord of Unholy Chaos and Destruction, ends his speech with only the thunder's cries and his mad, booming laughter. Discord, Bringer of Misery, does not cease his cackling.

Without warning, the rest of his world shatters in a vast void of shadows.

"What's this?" He ponders aloud.

Shadows are the death of a beauty so bright. Discord, I'm afraid your shadows have come tonight.

Had he the time, he would have cursed Luna, but at that moment, the void swallowed his mountain hole, banishing him into an endless space of black darkness.