2 Weeks Later…

The blast was visible from Canterlot. A great glow, like a second, Earthbound Sun. When the light faded, all that was left of the once-hidden facility was a great wound in the ground. Only one thing had survived the wreckage; A bent, twisted, but still intact sword, with a red crystal embedded in the hilt. The blade had been set up in Twilight’s Relic Room, as a reminder to those they had lost. Otherwise, life continued as usual. Everypony who had known the Wanderer was sad, of course, but all they could do was keep going. That’s all anypony can do…

“Twilight! Twilight!” A small, green and purple shape burst into Library #42, surprising the Princess of Friendship.

“What is it, Spike? I’m reading!” Twilight responded, waving her copy of ‘Arson for Beginners’ for emphasis.

“The- The- The Shishkebab! It’s gone!” Spike panted, having obviously run as fast as possible to alert Twilight. Twilight, being Twilight, was not hampered by such trivial things as distance. After a loud “What?!” she vanished in a flash of purple light. Spike sighed, and began the long trip back to the Relic Room. Why couldn’t she have been in Library #13? That one was just outside the place. Well, at least she hadn’t been looking at dream magic in Library #547 on the other side of the castle…

The Bearer of the Element of Magic rematerialized in the Relic Room. Unfortunately, panicked as she was, she had miscalculated position, and landed flat on her face. After getting up again and passing the mysterious Neverending Scarf and the dimensional box containing Gamma, she discovered that yes, the last remaining fragment (Aside from the previously-mentioned Gamma) of their hyperactive visitor from another world was gone. But before she could have a breakdown, she noticed something that Spike must have missed. A small note, sitting on the far side of the pedestal. She levitated it out, and read it. After a second, she tossed it to the side, and yelled “Spike! Stay here! I need to get our friends!” before teleporting again. Spike dashed into the room just in time to hear this, and picked up the discarded piece of paper. It had only one sentence on it.

See ya soon, Moira.

Author's Note

There will be a sequel.

Eventually.