Trial and Damnation

Spike knocked on Zecora’s door silently praying that she was home. When he didn’t hear anything he knocked again. Some rusling, and bangs but no answer; but he didn’t try to knock again. Zecora opened the door confused at who was knocking then she looked down to see the dragon.

“Oh I did not see you there, please do come in, as I see you brought wares.”

“Actually, Zecora I came to tell tales. And buy something to help Twilight.”

Spike and Zecora entered the hut, Spike taking a moment to look around in his new found surroundings. There was the cauldron filled with some unknown chemicals and such. There were of course her tribal masks on her wall, and books on alchemy and other subjects some were laying on tables or others organized messily on the bookshelf.

“ I have all kinds of knick and knacks, but what time do you need to be back?”

“Why?” Spike inquired.

“Because certain remedies need time and preparation and I need to fix my workstation.”

Once again, the dragon looked at the misplaced books, and scrolls then answered.

“Probably before sunset, and let me help you fix up the place.”

Zecora smiled before both began to fix up the hut before making a remedy for his friend.

• Cut To Twilight -

Twilight and the holographic conscience memory cup, stood still in the quiet library home. Tension still rained in the air getting heavier and the silence grew on.

“You know she still loves you, even after you stopped contacting her. Pinkie Pie too.” It spoke softly, careful not to make the purple unicorn angry again.

Twilight sighed painfully at the sound of her name.

“I don't think they love me anymore especially after what happened.”

“Don't beat yourself up like that, you did everything to protect Pinkie Pie, and I'm sure Celestia will understand your actions if you explained to her.”

“Can I explain to her? Without breaking down? I can't I barely contain my grief without throwing myself a pity party over it, and drinking myself to sleep every night.” Twilight croaked.

“ I can’t even tell Spike..”

“Yes you can he cares about you a lot even though he doesn't know or what happened on that day. He is willing to listen to you, and is willing to go great lengths to hear you out. And you know that.”

Twilightsmiled at the thought of Spike, who had been there whenever been depressed, feeling joyful, or sorrowful he been there through it all. And I’m pretty sure the conscience memory smiled too but it was hard to tell since it was a cup.

“Alright I'll tell him, I'll tell him everything when he gets home.”

“Good, and by the way you might want to grab me.”

“What for?”

The cup stopped glowing and started to fall to the floor.

“OH FUCK!” Twilight grabbed the cup with her magic before it hit the floor.

“Holy hell, that was close…” Twilight puffed.

She moved the cup closer to her face closely examining it to make sure the side effects of the memory memory spell worn out. She sighed in relief when no magic residue was found. No more of that shenanigan again. But she did feel a bit better after the fact, and confidant. So she promised herself, that she will tell Spike and not chicken out. Perhaps she thought, she deserves a cup of tea, and a good book to congratulate herself. So she washed out the cup she was holding, grabbed a pot filled it with water and turned on the stove, and place the pot on the stove. Then, walking in to the library to pick out a good book; Ah, A Catcher in the Rye. This was one of Twilight’s favorites besides : The History of Magic and Alchemy, Chasing Vermeer, The entire works of Shakespeare honestly she could go on and on but this story will grow awfully boring, and too long so let's get to the point. Twilight waits a bit until the pot of water boils, and grabs a tea bag and sugar from the pantry, and her cup from the countertop. She fills the cup with water puts a tea bag in and grabs the cup and sugar, and heads out into the library and sets the tea on the table next to the book she choice, and pulls up her favorite chair to read and drink tea, waiting for Spike to come home