Twilight Sparkle was enjoying a nice, lazy afternoon. She was currently having lunch spike had prepared for her. It was a tomato salad if she wasn't mistaken. Not that she cared about what she was eating, or that she was eating in general. She was currently set on the future of her friendship school and her busy mind allowed for little else to occupy it.

She had a notebook next to her bowl and periodically wrote some of her ideas about the school, or more specifically, lack of therfore. Her plan for her very own friendship school was denied by the Equestria Education Association. While she had anticipated the possibility of her school being rejected, the reason why it was rejected was something entirely unexpected for her.

On the other side of her bowl laid a letter from the Equestria Education Association. On it was a lengthy explanation that essentially boiled down to: "We reject your school because it provides, nor is able to provide, no classes stated in the Equestrian Minimal Mandatory Lesson Plan."

In all her time thinking about the idea of a friendship school, she never stopped to think if her scho would even be a school. While her school of friendship might have sounded nice on paper and when explaining to her friends, it would be a school about essentially nothing. Sure, it's nice to teach friendship to all those who want to be taught, but if you want to learn friendship so badly you would go to a dedicated school for it, you probably don't need a friendship school. And the problems kept adding up from there.

Her school offered only friendship classes, as such, if someone were to actually want to go to a friendship school as a legitimate part of ones studies, said one would have to sacrifice a year or two that could have been spent on other more academic schools. Additionally, teaching friendship isn't that difficult or time consuming, especially to those who want to listen. It would almost certainly take less than a year of dedicated classes to convert someone to the ways of friendship. And to take it to the letter again, she wouldn't be able to run an EEA school anyways, since her school had none of the recognised classes. All in all, establishing a school solely dedicated to friendship was a stupid idea.

So now she sat there, eating salad and trying to scrap the last parts of her once thought excellent idea. She tried to take a sip from her glass of juice, but to her displeasure she found it empty, again. So she stood up and walked towards the fridge to refill her glass.

"Looking for something?" Asked Spike, standing
next to the fridge with a bottle of orange juice in hand.

"Oh, hi Spike. How long have you been standing there?" Said Twilight, suddenly brought from her trance like state of absolute focus. She did not expect Spike to be waiting there.

"About ten minutes. You don't tend look around much when you're in the zone."

"Ten minutes really? Asked Twilight to wich Spike merely nodded. "And what do you mean in the zone?"

"Seamed like a fitting description for one of your episodes. Also, you probably shouldn't eat any more salad, this is your third bowl if I am not mistaken."

"Realy, I am pretty sure I only had two. Spike, I know you have my well being on your mind but you don't hace to exaggerate."

"Do you even now what kind of juice you've been drinking all this time, Twilight?" Replied Spike with slightly annoyed tone.

"Orange juice. Obviously." Said Twilight, as if it was the simplest thing in the universe.

"Twilight, you've been drinking grape juice. Just look at the glass." Spike pointed with his finger at the glass that was levitating beside Twilight to signify her to look at it.

Twilight brought the glass in front of her and tilted the it so she could look at the bottom. There was a faint purple stain, clearly showing that there was something purple in the glass. "So you been hold a box of orange juice just to trick me?

"No, you just drank all the grape juice, although seeing if you paid attention to what you were drinking was a nice bonus." Spike explained. He held out the box to Twilight. "You want some?"

"No thanks. I think I've had enough juice as it is."

"Your loss." Said Spike as he took the glass from Twilight and poured himself some of the orange juice from the box.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Exclaimed Spike suddenly, nearly spilling his glass. "The princes has sent you a letter." Spike pulled out a a familiar looking scroll fron one the cabinets nearby and showed it to Twilight.

Wait, what! Shouted Twilight. She, rather forcefully, took the scroll fron Spike's hands and breaked the seal.

Before she could open it however, Spike nabbed the scroll back from her. "Because these things come at least once a week. And besides, it's probably another notice to pay rent anyway."

"Spike, besides the fact that taxes are sent by Equestrian Revenue Service and not by the princess, I own this castle, we don't pay rent. Have you been paying someone just because they said it was rent?"

Instead of answering Spike unfolded the scroll and started to read it out loud to Twilight. Whether it was because he didn't hear her, or because he didn't want to answer the question Twilight didn't know, but she strongly suspected the latter.

"Dear princess Twilight Sparkle, I know you have been rather busy with your student, friendship lessons, The Cutie Map and your personal project, the friendship school."

"Busy is an understatement." Interjected Twilight.

"Ehm." Spike cleared his throat. "You know I wouldn't ask you to do something if it wasn't urgent, but I am afraid the situation is guite dire. I need you and the Elements to investigate several disappearances of /size] the ponies of the town ofCobblehoof. Witnesses report tall... Yeah I am not reading that." Said spike before he fully trailed off. "You read that yourself."

"What do you mean, you're not reading that, I barely understood a word. Did you say disappearences?" Asked Twilight worriedly.

"Just read it Twilight. But not out loud, First I am going to the Sugarcube Corner to salvage the last of my good day. I'll see you in 30 minutes." With that Spike turned on his heel and walked away. He thrown the scroll behind himself, leaving Twilight alone with the letter from Celestia.

Twilight thought for a moment why had Spike asked her to not read it out loud if he was leaving anyways, before she decided it was not important and picked up the message from the ground with her magic.

As she rolled it out and prepared to read it, she pondered what could be so disturbing that spike would simply walk away rather then read it to her, but she didn't alow herself much time to wonder, she had a letter to read after all.

Dear princess Twilight Sparkle, I know you have been rather busy with your student, friendship lessons, The Cutie Map and your personal project, the friendship school. You know I wouldn't ask you to do something if it wasn't urgent, but I am afraid the situation is guite dire. I need you and the Elements to investigate several disappearances of the the ponies of the town of Cobblehoof. Witnesses report tall red figures stalking the mountains. I will tell you more once you're in Canterlot. Please, gather the Elements and those you deem necessary for the investigation and move to Canterlot with haste, time is if the essence.

This was rather unusual for Celestia to say, or write really, not that that that was important right now. She usually isn't this vague, nor urgent, but if Celestia thinks it was necessary to do so, it clearly must be, right?

"No! Now is not the time to doubt Celestia!" Said Twilight to herself suddenly. "What I need to do right now is study these figures so I would have a head start." She skimmed over the letter again in search of more clues.

While finding nothing she hadn't remembered, at the end of the letter, there was small print. It read: Ps: Before you indulge yourself in study, you will be pleased to know that the Canterlot scribes did it for you. You can review their work in Canterlot.

While unusual for Celestia, or indeed any noble, to use postscript, the letter looked as if it was made in a hurry. She probably didn't have the time or will to write it any better.

She must pack her things, gather her friends and buy tickets to Canterlot. Not necessarily in that order. If she is fast, maybe she can do that before Spike returns from Sugarcube Corner.

Author's Note

Here we go! Another thing I made. Isn't it awesome I am actually writing something?

Anyway. I know I said I will try to write more briefly and this was not brief at all. But you know how I can be sometimes. Well actually, you don't know how I can be sometimes. At least I hope so. That would be seriously creepy.

Ps: I am starting to get too many servitors. I don't know what to do with them all. If you want one, DM me and I will give you a discount.