The Element of Light

A/N: I apologize for the delay of chapter 2... but I had some issues back at home, which has now been resolved. I'd like to give credit to Vozzlefox and Untitled01 for advicing me on my writing (again I say to you all, English is not my first language). Hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Chapter 2: A New Name

“Welcome to Equestria”

As soon as he heard those three words, Anthony realized his eyes were closed... he had been asleep for god knows how long. He slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurred. He groggily rubbed his eyes to clear his vision. Only when his vision cleared up did he notice several changes to his environment, such as the surrounding inside a hut accompanied by the similar if not the same items from the residence he was in when he met Zecora.

Though what shocked him more was his appearance, as he took a good look at himself without the aid of a mirror. His hands where replaced by hooves, his body had a pure white coat and from the look of his tail it was a blond colour with white highlights running through it. He began to panic, falling off the bed he was laying in, feeling rather sore afterwards. As he tried to stand up, he began to wobble as he quickly lost his balance. hastily reaching for the bed he fell from, he rolled onto it and stayed there until he could figure out what was happening to him. Just as he began to think of how he was going to use his new appendages to be more mobile, a familiar zebra entered from the entrance with a smile as she spoke:

“You are awake I see, would you care for some tea?” as she was gesturing to a cup filled with what looked like herbal tea to the naked eye.

Nodding his head and taking the cup in his one hoof, which surprised him since he had no fingers yet was able to hold an object perfectly with a blunt hoof (which felt rather soft and rubbery compared to the hard-like hooves he thought horses had...). He took a sip of the tea and was amazed by its flavour. Sitting it down on his side, he looked at the zebra.

“Zecora, what is happening to me? Where am I?”

He sat on the bed’s end in a position he thought impossible for equine species.

Zecora came up to him, climbing up the bed, taking her side next to him as she placed a comforting hoof on his shoulder.

“You are no longer a man Anthony, I ensure you that this form will serve you better. You are in my humble home, where you will live if you wish.”

Smiling at her response, he tried to stand again. His legs gave in the moment his hooves hit the hardwood floor, causing him to fall to ground, landing on the floor with a loud thud. He groaned in pain as he shot the zebra a helpless stare. Zecora helped him up to the bed once again. and he smiled sheepishly in embarrassment for his little accident.

“I’m going to need to learn how to walk on these things if I want to be of any use to you and your friends.”

Smiling at his words, she reached out to him, hugging him in a warm embrace.

“Dear child, don’t be a fool. You are by no means just a tool.”

As she was hugging him, he felt shocked at Zecora’s sudden gesture... but what shocked him even more was how comforting it felt to him, the unusual warmth emanating from her body as she held him. Smiling and returning the hug, he only spoke two words that would always be remembered by the hermit zebra.

“Thank you”

Zecora let go of Anthony, blushing slightly as she did, she shook it off and stood up from the bed once more. She stood in front of him as she began to speak again.

“Don’t worry my friend, do not fret, we’ll have you walking again without a sweat.” she smiled.

Listening to her every word, he couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at her rhyming. whether this was the way all zebras in Equestria spoke, he could only wonder. He nodded his head to her statement.

“OK... so how am I supposed to learn how to walk properly?” he said in a kind tone.

She walked over to the end of the room, standing next to the door. Anthony could guess that the distance was about ten meters. She gestured for him to come closer.

“Try your best to walk to me, take your time.” she said with a gentle voice.

He shot her an unsure glance and looked down at his wobbly hooves, Anthony took all of his courage to stand on all four hooves again. He wobbled when he stood, but he was able to keep his balance in place. He then began to move his right leg forward, putting pressure on it as he tried to reach the zebra. As soon as he tried to move, he began to wobble dangerously. Zecora rushed over to catch him just in time.

He looked at Zecora with a sad frown, slightly disappointed at himself for not being able to walk, she simply smiled and spoke to him:

“If at first you don’t succeed, try again young one. Master it all until you are done”

He tried again, and although he was shaking quite a bit after taking the first step, he was able to move one hoof in front of the other... though he felt like an aged old man trying to do so. After twenty minutes of clumsily walking he reached Zecora, but not before falling face first to the ground where she was standing. Though before his face hit the floor, he was caught in time by Zecora, using her front legs to safe him from his sudden descent. He was surprised at how strong she was, being able to catch him and lift him with ease. She smiled at him and walked to the bed as she gestured him to try once again from where he was standing. Anthony felt like a baby walking for the first time, this was so embarrassing. But one does not simply gain a pair of legs, let alone use them.

After 6 hours of constant practising, had he gained a small amount of mastery in trotting small steps without falling.

As he was still practising his new found limited-mobility, Zecora left him alone for a few moments before coming back with two bowls of that appeared to be filled with some kind of soup. After finishing the soup, a mixture of butternut and potato soup... which he noted was very delicious.

“What’s going to happen to me now? Am I just to be thrown into battle and hope for the best?” he asked her as he was sitting down on the bed.

Zecora looked at him and shook her head as he stood up and began to speak:

“Do not fear, I will risk your health, my dear. How could you think such a thing!?” she retorted.

Quivering a bit after her reaction and looking guilty for asking her such a question, she noticed this and began to apologize for her sudden outburst:

“I’m am sorry for that, yelling is not a habit for me in fact” she said whiles moving slightly away to not panic him any more.

“No no no no! It’s my fault! I shouldn’t be so quick to ask such questions” he said after waving his hooves in the air to keep Zecora from jumping to any conclusions.

Zecora walked over to her bookcase, grabbing a rather frail looking book with her teeth, which she placed upon the table. She opened the dusty tome to reveal a number of pictures. It resembled a foal’s book, so many pictures, so little text. Zecora cleared her throat before speaking again.

“As I have said before, the one who held the Light told my people of Nethermore’s return. He predicted that Nethermore would come back and make Equestria burn. He also predicted that the Elements of Harmony would only work with if his power was present, and that he would be reborn in a different land.” she read out loud to Anthony who was listening intently to her every word.

“What are the Elements of Harmony?” he interrupted her with an honest question. The zebra gave him a soft smile.

“The Elements of Harmony consist of six, powerful alone but even stronger when mixed. Of Honesty, Laughter, Kindness, Generosity, Loyalty and Magic they consist... but combined with Light do they create a force to make evil desist” Zecora answered his question.

Remembering Zecora mentioning two other evils when he first encountered her, he replied with yet another question:

“When you first told me of the Light, you mentioned two previous evils... how were they stopped if this ‘Light’ wasn’t there to help out?” he asked in skepticism.

Zecora merely smiled at him.

“Discord was created by Nethermore’s shard, Nightmare Moon was created from the pain of Princess Luna’s heart. All these occurrences happened because of him, though his true power did not linger in them. The Elements of Harmony were able to defeat the shadows alone, but the Light will be needed if Equestria should not burn to the bone”

“What is the ‘Light’ exactly?” Anthony asked her

“The Light is an element that reacts to the others of Harmony, it brings true power to the other. It can be seen as an elder to its brothers. It represents what you would call “good”

As he sat there for a few moments, taking in all the facts that were given to him by Zecora, Anthony began to sigh as he spoke.

“So what should I do? I don’t think I’m that powerful, I can’t even walk properly.” he said with a hint of frustration as he looked to his new legs and hooves.

Zecora stood up, trotted slightly away from the bed as she spoke.“That is why practise makes perfect. I can help you become a native of this world, but I fear that my knowledge of magic is faded.. and old...”

“So I can do magic?” he asked her with a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Of course you can, you are now a unicorn my young man” she responded

“Wait, what?.” he then reached a hoof up his head and felt a sharp long object projected from his forehead. Noticing this, he then deduced that he had a horn, he was an actual unicorn. one that could evidently preform magic. Looking at Zecora, he tried to stand up again and move towards a mirror on the wall at the opposite end of the room. Though before he could even more one centimeter, had he fallen to the ground with full force. Feeling the pain and ache throughout his body, he mumbled a few curses and groan at the pain. Zecora came over and gently lifted him from the ground into a standing position before acting as support for him to move about the hut. As he reached the mirror, he saw for the first time his new body. He had fur as white as snow, he still keep the azure colour in his eyes, his mane was semi-long with his golden blond colour and white highlights running through it, the same was true for his tail which was long enough to reach the ground and had the same colour pattern as his mane. Though the thing that caught his interest was a weird marking on his flank, looking at it closely it resembled an image of the Holy-spell in any Final Fantasy game that he used to play back on earth.

He turned to Zecora and noticed that she was smiling at him as he observed his new body, something that he found somewhat unsettling at first, but he quickly dismissed it.

“Zecora, what is that weird mark on my body?” he pointed with one of his hooves to the image implanted on his flank.

“That is a cutie mark young pony, one you get only. Yours represents light, with that the truth is in sight” she said whiles holding him to support his stance whilst he was looking at his flank.

After thinking for a minute, he turned to Zecora and gestured her to head to the bed. She gladly complied by moving with him to the bed’s side, where he sat down before finally speaking.

“I’m guessing names such as ‘Anthony’ or ‘Williams’ do not exist here in Equestria?”  he said

Nodding at his deduction, Zecora responded:

“Indeed such exotic names are not used, so your name will unfortunately be refused” she said

“What kind of names do they use here anyway?” he asked her.

“Names of ponies consist of either  verb or noun, such as the ponies who live in the nearby town” she answered him

“Where are we exactly? Some sort of forest?” he asked her whiles he was looking outside the window for a better view

“Indeed we are, the Evergreen Forest is where this hut lies. Though it is also home to monsters, crawling on the ground or in the sky like flies” she said

“Why do you live so far from away from civilization? More importantly, why do you live so deep in a dangerous forest?”

“Only ponies live in the city, there are no other zebras which is a pity. This place has a certain peace, though sometimes it is missing a piece..”

“I know how that feels... being different. Though what you do you mean by ‘missing a piece’?”

“I will tell you later about it, but now we must make a name for you to fit”

“Oh... ok. Hmm... Well... you keep calling me the ‘Light’, why not simply ‘Light’ for my first name... something that goes along with it? Well since you tried to find me why not ‘seeker’? Yeah that could work... ‘Light Seeker’, that has a nice ring to it!”

“A name fitting to your element, and it shows off your talent”

“Though I feel kind of bad for lying to the ponies.“

“Guess it can’t be helped”

“I’m afraid not and please forgive me for putting you in this situation, though I will be there for you since this road will lead to complication”

“Guess starting a new life and being called for to be a hero has its downs too”

“There is always a downside to being a hero, but that doesn’t mean that good things are zero”

“Yeah..”

“Shall we now begin again Light? To trot you need to learn for the coming fight”

“Any piece of advice though?”

“Four legs must work as a pair, work separately one should not dare”

“... ooook, well lets get started”

The rest of the day was spent practising his hoof work, though there were some accidents now and then. So it went on for at least a week for Anthony who was now named Light. Though he did master how to trot properly in that week, he couldn’t help but feel more welcomed to this world than he ever did back on Earth. And even though he felt like he was throwing away his identity, he took a great liking to his new name. As for Zecora, she looked and acted more lively with each passing day that Light spent with her. Though she did teach him how to maneuver without her assistance, she also taught him the basic culture of Ponyville and a brief history of Equestria from the books that she had borrowed from Twilight Sparkle, the town’s librarian. Though she did not dare tell Twilight why she needed these books, as Zecora was afraid of Twilight’s reaction and the resulting curiosity which would lead to even further complications.

A few days later, while Light was busy trotting about the house (morning exercise as he named it...), three little visitors came to see Zecora about a certain problem they’ve been having. But the unsuspecting fillies would have a run in with a certain white stallion:

“Hey Zecora! We need your help!” a filly shouted in a Texan accent.

Whiles a tomboyish filly’s voice replied:

“Yeah, something your potions can-!”

Though she was interrupted as all three fillies suddenly had their eyes on Light, they were surprised to a see another pony deep within the Everfree Forest let alone a stallion. They then asked in unison:

“Hey! Who are you mister!?”

“Ya’re not Zecora” the yellow filly with a bow on her hair said

Light just smiled as he trotted towards them to properly reply to them:

“Oh sorry little fillies, she went to get some supplies. Though I’m sure she will be back soon” he said to them whiles looking down at them with a smile.

“Awww... and we were hoping she could’ve helped us!” they replied with dissapointment in their voice as they all looked down on the floor with their ears drooped and a frown forming on their faces. The yellow filly then sighed as she spoke:

“Ah know ah shouldn’t be saying this, but this always happen”

Light was trying to figure out a way to cheer them up, since he could see they were really expecting to run into Zecora. He thought maybe if they introduced themselves, they would probably be a little happier.

“Uh... may I ask, who are you three?” he asked with that very purpose in mind.

They then looked up with smiles on their faces and began to introduce themselves, starting with the yellow filly:

“Ah’m Applebloom!”

“Sweetie Belle!” a white filly with greyish pink curly hair spoke in a high pitched girly voice

“Scootaloo!” an orange filly with dark pink hair said with a proud tomboyish accent

“and we’re... THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!” they exclaimed in unison.

Looking at them with a black expression as he was trying to figure out why they called themselves that, he noticed that their flanks did not have a symbol on them. Light then replied to their introduction:

“Oh? So you don’t have your cutie marks? Why?”

Shuffling a little in their place did Applebloom spoke with a tone of slight embarrassment whiles walking towards Light and looking him in the eyes:

“Well some of us get it later than expected... we just try anything to see what our special talent is...”

“Is there a need to rush?” Light asked them.

The three fillies then looked at each other trying to find a reason for needing their cutie marks as if their lives depended on it. Sweetie Belle then sighed as she replied:

“No... but we’re the only ones at school that don’t have their cutie marks yet.”

“Oh... I see, peer pressure and social life in school can make you pretty desperate for somethings...” Light said as he remembered how in primary school and high school peer pressure can make you do desperate things.

Applebloom replied to that statement:

“Well ah just want to know what my special talent is... well, we all do”

Light then thought of how old these fillies were (he couldn’t tell due to the size of them and he couldn’t compare them to the fillies on Earth as those fillies’ aged faster than what humans did. Also Light was certain that Equestrian ponies lived longer than 30 years, the average life span of a horse on Earth). He asked them hesitantly (as he knew asking a woman or a girl their age was rude):

“How old are you fillies?”

“12 and you sir?” they replied with an answer and with the same question to him.

He simply answered:

“24”

The three fillies then walked up to him and examined his flank. The saw what his cutie mark was but they did not know what his true talent was. They did not even know his name, so they asked in unison (Light began to wonder if these fillies had a hive-mind):

“Say, who are you and what your cutie mark mister?”

“My name is Light and it represents light”

“How did you get it?” Applebloom asked

Light began to sweat bullets as he did not have a back story for his cutie mark. He tried to think of an answer but all he could say was:

“Um...”

Scootaloo noticed his nervous state and began question him as she trotted towards him, whiles he was backing up to the wall:

“You don’t know how you got it?”

Trying to find an excuse for the time being, did Light finally say with a weak smile:

“I just can’t remember now, sorry”

Sweetie Belle then thought to herself why this stallion was in her in the first place. So she moved towards Light and asked him with her eyes narrowing as she stared into his eyes:

“Wait... what you doing in Zecora’s hut anyway?”

Trying to find a reasonable answer knowing that telling them the truth would only make matters worse, did he only utter words:

“Oh... um... that’s because... um -”

“You must be a thief!” Scootaloo shouted with her eyes bearing daggers at him

“What?! No I’m not a-!”

Then the fillies began to smile devilishly with their eyes locked onto him as they shouted in unison whiles raising their one front hoof in their air as if they were performing a battle cry:

“Cutie Mark Crusaders Police Force is a go!”

All he could say to this was:

“Wait, what?!”

As soon as he said those words, the Cutie Mark Crusaders began  to ‘capture the thief’, which was their attempt to subdue him and earn their cutie marks as Police Mares. Applebloom was charging from the front whilst Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were on either side of his left and right (forming a pincer formation to take down the stallion that was before them). Light began to look rather worried at what these three fillies were about to do to him, though before he could respond they made their first move. Scootaloo tackled Light with a mighty head-butt whilst Sweetie Belle was on his back trying to wrestle him into submission.

Applebloom began to lasso a rope around him to hold him in place, something she was still novice to. Falling to the ground hard face first as he was being assaulted by these three fillies, Light was beginning to lose his patience with the foals. Assuming they were victorious, the three crusaders cheered as they tried to drag him off for their ‘bounty’, but they had no idea... of what was coming next.

Light’s eyes, which had been azure in colour before, now glowed with an infinite white. Just as the three fillies took notice of this change, did the rope which bound him begin to disintegrate into nothingness. Then a a white aura began to glow around the three fillies and they were lifted up into the air, as they were now squirming to get out of this situation. They saw the face of Light, which was now full of rage. No trace of the kindness he once had was there, only eyes that brought the deepest fear into the young fillies hearts. Beginning to panic, they could not see how they were going to get out of this situation alive. Just as they thought they were going to meet their end, did a familiar voice boom from the background of the hut.

“Stop Light! Do not fight!” The zebra yelled

As Zecora stood behind Light and yelled out those words to him, the white aura which engulfed the fillies began to vanish. They fell to the ground ,though luckily, they landed safely on the floor. As for Light, his eyes returned back to their normal azure colour. Just as his eyes began to adjust themselves to their natural colour, he fainted and fell to the ground. Rushing to the fallen stallion, Zecora held onto him to check if there were any sings of serious injury. Taking note that he was only exhausted from executing so much magic for his first time, Zecora looked at the Cutie Mark Crusaders with a stern look on her face. Looking down to avoid the gaze Zecora emitted, the little fillies realized that what they did was not right. Zecora carried Light to the bed and after she  laid him down, she begin to walk to the fillies and said.

“You three have some explaining to do, and one may only speak whilst silent be the other two”

Looking away from the zebra’s gaze, did Sweetie Belle finally spoke:

“Well... we thought he was a thief because he was stuttering when we asked him some questions... we thought if we captured him, we would help out”

“I understand you were scared, but rather then act you should have thought instead”

“Zecora! What’s up with his magic!? Ah neva saw such magic before since Twilight!”

“Yeah! What’s the deal? Who is he?”

“He comes from Zebrafrica which is my home and lies far in the distance of the rising sun...”

“Though to be precise he is family, he is my son”

“Eh!!!”

Just as the the Cutie Mark Crusaders were expressing themselves over the revelation that Zecora gave them, did Light open his eyes as he was waking up. Feeling dazed by his sudden outburst of magic, his vision was a blur and his hearing was deafened temporarily as he lifted his head from the comforts of the pillow.

When all of his five senses were functioning properly again, Light noticed the three fillies looking at Zecora with surprised expressions on their faces. As he was waking up, Zecora looked at him with relief in her eyes, and the three fillies turned around to look at the stallion they had so mercilessly attacked earlier. Just as he was looking down at the Cutie Mark Crusaders, the fillies’ expressions turned to remorse and tears were about to be shed. Now having a confused expression on his face, did Light finally spoke:

“What did I miss?”

Seeing the fillies who were in tears, he wondered why they were crying. So he asked:

“Why are you three crying?”

They replied in unison with tears in their eyes, their ears drooped and sad looks on their faces:

“We’re so sorry!”

“If Ah’d known that you weren’t a thief, Ah’d never had hurt you like that”

“Attacking somepony on a whim is just wrong, and we feel bad”

“Yeah, we’re sorry mister”

“Please don’t hate us!”

“Aww... I’m such a softie when it comes to this sort of thing”

“It’s ok, you were only trying to help a friend... I should have been more clear on my part”

“Really?” they pleaded

“Really” Light said as he gave the fillies a kind nod.

“Yay!”

“It’s so cool to have you here, especially if your Zecora’s son”

“Pardon?”

“Yeah, Zecora told us when you were asleep”

“She did?”

“Yeah, just after you used your magic on us”

“I did?”

“Don’t you remember?”

“Um... not really”

“Oh?”

“Sorry if I hurt any of you...”

“Nah you didn’t hurt us, just scared maybe”

“Ah was kinda scared, but that was so cool!”

“Yeah!”

As the fillies were going on about Light’s magic, he looked at Zecora who was shying away from the whole scene. Perhaps she was feeling guilty for lying to the little fillies, perhaps she wanted Light to get to know other ponies better... whatever the reason, he could not stop thinking of one question that was embedded to his head:

“Why did she say I was her son?”

Though before he could respond in anyway, did Zecora motion to the fillies to gain their attention. She looked at them as she spoke in a calm voice:

“Girls, it’s time to head on home now, staying out here this late I cannot allow”

“Aww...”

“Though visit you can do, since tomorrow is a day anew”

“Yay!”

“Bye Zecora, Bye Light”

“Bye girls”

“See you”

Five minutes later, after they left the hut, Light turned to Zecora and asked her:

“I feel really bad now”

“Why do you say that? They have not been hurt and that is fact”

“I know that, but I feel more bad for lying to three little girls” he said dejectedly

He then looked up at the roof with and said to himself as if someone was looking down on him and judging him for the lie:

“Forgive me, father”

Noticing Light’s expression, did Zecora try to reason with him:

“I know what you mean, but the truth could be bad from how it could be seen”

“Yeah... anyways, could you tell me more of ‘the Light’?” he asked Zecora as he was looking up to face her

“Rather then tell, why don’t you read the book that fell?” she indicated to the floor with her fore hoof

He then looked to the ground and saw another old book lying there. He then reached out and saw the cover of the book with an image of his cutie mark on it. When he opened it, he saw text in there and it certainly wasn’t English. Though one thing that shocked him was that he could fully understand the words written in it. He began to read the first page as it was written:

Long ago from past well forgotten

Chaos overwhelmed the world

As a deity known as Nethermore ruled with an iron-hoof

Using the power of darkness

Draining all hope and joy from every living being

All seemed lost and hope was naught

Until another deity came forth to challenge Nethermore

The name of this deity still remains unknown to this day

He wielded the power of Light within him

With this he was able to seal Nethermore in the realm between realms

Knowing his power would vanish with his passing

He separated the power in seven parts

Each fragment representing a bond with harmony

Honesty

Kindness

Laughter

Generosity

Loyalty

Magic

and Light

Six of the seven he gave to the alicorns Gaia and Terra

Whiles the Light he could not give

As he foresaw that it would be reborn in another form

Though the knowledge was only shared to the zebra-kind

Who he trusted beyond any other

When it would be needed

After the defeat of the two lesser evils left by Nethermore

Would the zebras act

To deliver the missing element

To combat the inevitable return of Nethermore...

After reading these words, Light closed the book and place it on a nearby table before heading off to the bed and lying down to take in all the information that was shot into him on this day. He then Turned to Zecora and asked.

“So who are Gaia and Terra?”

“They were father and mother to Priceness Celestia and Princess Luna, who are the rulers of this words’ flora and fauna”

“What of the two lesser evils?”

“They are Nightmare Moon and Discord both created from him, defeated they have been by other six. Though as said, with Nethermore... Light would be needed in the mix”

“So who holds the other six elements?”

“The ones who carry them are all mare, and they are all in Ponyville’s care”

“... I guess I will have to meet them if we are to stand a chance”

“Indeed you will, but not now as you need your strength to refill”

“Say Zecora?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you call me your son to those fillies?”

“... Another time I shall tell, but now you must rest to get well”

“... ok”

Just as Zecora left the room to allow Light some peace and quiet, He noticed a droplet on the floor from where she stood whilst speaking to him. Light could tell she was crying after his one question, but he wondered why? So many questions left unanswered, he laid on the bed thinking about his future in a different world. He didn’t think of it too long, as he was steadily drifting to sleep in the warmth of the bed he was lying in.

Meanwhile, in the dreams of a certain lavender mare, something strange was happening in her mind. She saw her five other friends standing with her side by side as they faced a black stallion who bared blood red eyes and was occupied with a number of pony minions who were made only of pure darkness. They charged to the six mares with the intent to kill them but they halted as an orb of pure light formed between the gap of the black stallion and the six mares. What came from the light was a pure white stallion with golden blond mane and azure eyes, as he was facing his darker counterpart. He then looked at her and smiled whiles uttering three words to her.

She then woke up with a jolt. She was sweating, shocked about what she saw in her dream. Looking at the clock, did she see it was 01:30 am. Wiping away the sweat and trying to ignore what she saw in her dream, did she try to fall asleep. But she was interrupted again.

Hearing the loud snores coming from a certain baby dragon, did she see his blanket lying on the floor next his bed (which was in actuality a basket). Getting up from her bed, she trotted towards the baby dragon. Looking at him with caring eyes, her horn glowed with a purple aura and the blanket was engulfed in magic as it was levitating and was placed onto the dragon.

She then smiled at how the dragon was now clinging onto the blanket for warmth. As she was turning around.

“Mom...” Spike said softly.

Looking at the baby dragon with surprised eyes, did she think he was dreaming of what his mother dragon looked like. Though these thoughts were dismissed as soon as he said another word.

“Twilight...” he whispered

Now looking at the dragon with joy in her eyes, did she know what he was dreaming of. It was of her. With a single tear forming, did she trotted towards to baby dragon and moved her muzzle quietly to his forehead. Placing a single kiss on his forehead, did she look again at the baby dragon with motherly eyes and a smile that reached from ear to ear.

“Sleep well, Spike..” she said in a caring tone.

She then made her way back to her bed as she was trying to fall asleep again. However, two thoughts kept her from sleeping peacefully. The first was the dream she had. Who was that black stallion who looked evil with those minions of his? Who was that white stallion that looked at her and said those three words? The second was of what happened just now. She could remember the first day she met Spike, how she literally brought him to life by hatching him from his egg, which was also an entrance exam for Canterlot’s school for gifted foals. That was also the day she received her cutie mark, but that was also the day when she met her dearest companion Spike.

Only after tossing and turning for more then an hour, Twilight Sparkle had finally fallen asleep again.