The Return Of Queen Misty

As Twilight lay there, her head still sore from the accident earlier that day, she began to think. Contemplating about whether or not to tell the princess of Misty. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep.

"Twilight, wake up!" Yelled Spike, shaking twilight as he does so, "I did the chores for you! I even made you grass pancakes!" Felicitously continues spike, handing a half-asleep Twilight a crystal-clear plate with a palatable stack of pancakes.

"Thank you Spike, I am gratified! Just give me a few minutes to get cleaned up!" With a weary, fatigued voice, Twilight replies, with a small yawn, followed by a itch on the nose.

"Alrighty then! I'll go and fetch some more quills for you!" Providently remarks Spike behind his shoulder as he closes the door behind him.

"Now, lets clean up, where did that hairbrush go?" Queries Twilight to herself as she seeks her hairbrush down.

"Aha, Here it is!" Heeds Twilight as she bends down to retrieve a clearly aged and diminished hot pink hairbrush.

She soon finds herself humming a song to herself. Once had skirmished all of the knots out of her coiffure', she trotted down the few wooden steps towards her writing stand. Thankfully, she still had one quill left. Twilight levitated the red quill with her pinkish-purple magic, and started to write.

Dear Princess Celestia,
This is your most faithful student, Twilight Sparkle. I know that I have already written you a letter about my lesson of friendship, but what I have to tell you is extremely important. I was on my way to Zecora's hut, like I usually do on a Monday morning, when I ran into a remarkably eerie, unnatural tombstone, sitting in the middle of the Everfree Forest. It then freakishly glowed and a mare shot out, knocking me over. I later found out that she owns a restaurant here called 'To Die For', her name is Queen Mysteria, (Which, to be honest, I don't know if that is even true), But she prefers to be called Misty. She says she is one million years old, she is white with a highlighted green mane and tail. I thought that she might be big trouble, so I decided to write this letter and tell you.
Your most faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle.

"I'm back! I've got some quills, they're your favorite ones too!" Hollers Spike as he waves the assorted quills around.

"Good, you're back! I need you to send this letter!" Urges Twilight to Spike.

"What is it about?" Interrogates Spike, about to unravel the scroll containing the message.

"Oh, nothing, just send the letter, okay!?" Rapidly hurries Twilight, pushing the scroll in Spikes face, before he could look at it.

"Alright, geez!" Collectively replies Spike.

As soon as he breathes is green fire and the letter disappears into a cloud of green smoke, Twilight breathes a sigh of relief.