Celestial Year 994

"Twilight, Twilight..." Spike tugged at Twilight Sparkle's hoof.

"I'm hungry," the little dragon pointed to his rumbling stomach.

"Oh, really? I thought you just finished eating some gems."

Twilight put down her homework and picked up Spike, gently stroking his head.

"Did you eat all the gems in the storage cabinet?" Twilight used her magic to check the cabinet next to Spike's play blanket. It was empty.

"It looks like we need to go out and get you some food," Twilight said, standing up and placing the little dragon on her back. "Who could resist such a cute little dragon?"
Spike blushed and hugged Twilight's neck tightly.

The evening market street in Canterlot wasn’t too crowded. Most of the ponies there were unicorn nobility. The luxurious restaurants with their expensive prices and high-end food deterred the average pony.

Twilight walked along the street with Spike on her back. The ponies they passed gave uneasy looks at the dragon, an unusual sight in the capital of Equestria. The nobles of Canterlot considered dragons to be dirty reptiles. In fact, they discriminated against any non-unicorn creature.

Twilight ignored the stares and trotted towards their destination—the donut shop at the end of the commercial street, Donut Joe’s.

Donut Joe was a loyal and hearty unicorn known for his delicious donuts, a talent reflected in his cutie mark.

When Twilight was little, Shining Armor often took her to Donut Joe’s.

Over time, they became familiar with Joe, who welcomed them warmly and occasionally gave them extra donuts.

His shop was small and simply decorated but popular with the local children. Some nobles also brought their children there for Joe's famous donuts.

"Good evening, Joe," Twilight greeted as she pushed open the door, the bell ringing to announce a new customer.

"Oh, Twilight, long time no see! You haven’t been around much since your brother joined the army," Joe said, busy packing donuts for another customer.

"Yes, my studies have kept me busy, and I’ve also been taking care of this little dragon. He's hungry, so I thought I’d get him some donuts," Twilight replied with a hint of embarrassment as she approached the counter.

"Of course, but I need to finish this big order first," Joe said, placing another tray of donuts into the oven.

The unicorn mare next to Twilight wore a hood, sunglasses, and a starry cloak, looking quite odd. But in Canterlot, where fashion trends changed daily, such attire wasn’t particularly unusual.

"Can I help you? I've always wanted to know how you make such delicious donuts," Twilight asked curiously, placing Spike on the floor.

"Sure, come on in," Joe said, opening the counter door and inviting Twilight inside. Spike stood on his tiptoes at the counter, watching them.

"Do you need a hand, little dragon?"

Spike thought the voice sounded familiar but more mature than he remembered.

"Okay," Spike replied in his baby voice.

The mysterious mare used her magic to lift Spike onto the counter, seating him across from her.

Her hood was pulled low, and Spike could only tell she was a purple unicorn. Her dark sunglasses made Spike feel a bit uneasy.

"Your life is destined to be extraordinary, my little dragon. Remember these words," the mare said seriously.

"What does 'extraordinary' mean?" Spike asked in his innocent voice, looking at the stranger with wide eyes.

"You’ll understand when you grow up. It's your destiny." The mare patted Spike's head before turning to Joe. "Joe, please give all my donuts to this dragon." She placed a bag of money on the counter and left.

"Sure thing, ma'am. Have a good night," Joe called after her with a smile.

"Wait, why did she give us her donuts?" Twilight asked, puzzled.

"Maybe she likes you two. And judging by her attire, she seems quite wealthy," Joe said, not thinking much of it. He was just following a customer's request.

After getting a large batch of donuts from Joe, Twilight took Spike back to their home in the castle. Spike had eaten donuts the whole way back and was now too full to walk.

Twilight lived in a tower within the castle since Princess Celestia took her on as a personal student. She shared the space with Spike. The cylindrical tower wasn’t very large but had two floors.

The first floor had a circular carpet strewn with toys and stairs on the right wall. Under the stairs were several cabinets of varying sizes and a magical fridge.

To the left of the entrance was Twilight’s desk and bookshelves filled with books. The second floor was the bedroom, with a large bed and a small bed near the window, clearly belonging to Twilight and Spike.

There were also bookshelves and an astronomical telescope on the balcony for Twilight’s stargazing studies.

"You little glutton. I need to get back to my homework. Play here for a while, and go to bed if you're tired, okay?" Twilight placed Spike on the carpet. The little dragon lay on his back, too full to move, and let out a burp.

Twilight put away the remaining donuts and returned to her desk, using her magic to pick up her quill and resume writing her new paper.

"Twilight, what does 'extraordinary' mean?" Spike asked, remembering what the mare had said.

Twilight paused her writing and thought for a moment. "Extraordinary means being better than most ponies in certain fields. Why do you ask?"

"The lady with the sunglasses told me, 'Your life is destined to be extraordinary.'" Spike, full and tired, struggled with his words. "Will I be an extraordinary dragon?"

Twilight put down her quill and approached Spike, placing her hooves on his shoulders. "I don't know, Spike. But I do know that you are a very, very special dragon."

"Really?"

"Of course."

Twilight gently hugged him, stroking the scales on his back. "Whether you're ordinary or great, you'll always be my special little dragon."

Spike hugged her tightly. "I love you, Twilight."
"I love you too, Spike. It's getting late. Let’s get you to bed." Twilight pointed to the clock on the wall; it was almost ten.

Spike nodded. Twilight carried him upstairs and placed him in his small bed.

"Goodnight." Twilight tucked Spike in and waited until he closed his eyes before heading back downstairs.

"Oh, I still have nearly half of this paper to finish. Looks like it’s another all-nighter,"

Twilight sighed. Taking care of a dragon at her age wasn’t easy, but she never thought to complain. He was her responsibility.

The quill scratched on the paper, and before she knew it, it was midnight. Moonlight poured through the castle windows, illuminating much of the tower.
Tonight was a rare full moon. Twilight looked up at the view outside. From her tower, she could see most of Canterlot.
She gently pushed open the window, letting a cool night breeze carrying a faint floral scent wash over her. Her gaze swept over the castle’s tall walls and out to the night-lit Canterlot.

In the outer city, moonlight glinted on the quiet cobblestone paths, occasionally broken by a dog's bark. The inner city was ablaze with lights, like a river of stars.

Lanterns swayed in the market, and laughter and music emanated from taverns, giving the city an enchanted, warm feel.

It was very late. Twilight yawned, her paper finally completed. She tidied her desk and quietly climbed the stairs.

As she reached the bed, she heard Spike's moan. Perhaps the moonlight was too bright, as the little dragon woke up, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Are you awake, Spike?" Twilight asked softly, turning to sit by his bed.

"Mm, Twilight, the moonlight is too bright," Spike said, his eyes wide open in the moonlight.

"Maybe I should have drawn the curtains," Twilight said apologetically. Her magic pulled the curtains closed.

"Are you still tired, Spike? How about I read you a story?" Twilight had three years of experience caring for the little dragon and knew what to do.

Spike nodded immediately. Despite being three years old, he rarely got bedtime stories from Twilight.

Twilight used her magic to grab a book from downstairs. Its cover had a violet flower and the title "The Village Hero: The Story of Night Blossom." The author was anonymous, which Twilight found odd, as she didn't remember seeing this book on her shelf.

Twilight began to read.

"In a faraway village, there was an earth pony girl named Night Blossom. She lived with her parents and younger brother.

She was ordinary in appearance, quiet, and hardworking, always taking care of her brother and helping with the farm chores.

She was kind, diligent, and quiet, a pony as ordinary as could be, rarely noticed by others.

Her days were simple: feeding the livestock, cleaning, and taking her brother to and from school.

Her days repeated, simply and routinely, and she was content with this life.

Her brother worked hard and soon got into a famous earth pony university to study physics. The news spread throughout the village, and their parents held a celebration for him, with drums and festivities.

In the village square, her brother received congratulations from every pony, proudly standing on the podium and telling his story.
Night Blossom was happy for him but also felt a bit lost.

Compared to her brother, she was so ordinary. She envied him and wondered what it would feel like to be so admired. She grew tired of being ordinary.

But soon, the feeling passed, and she continued with her life.

After her brother left, she had more free time. Sometimes she would pause, sit under the apple tree, occasionally flipping through a book her brother had given her, or looking at the distant sky, pondering questions she had never thought of before.

Yet, she still felt happy. Her brother wrote to her every week, and her parents cared about her, though not as much as they did about her brother.

One day, as usual, Night Blossom was reading her brother's letter under the apple tree. The sky suddenly darkened.

When she looked up, it was covered in thick clouds. A storm was coming. She needed to get home quickly. Running along the path, rain poured down on her, and the sounds of wind and thunder mingled.

It had been a long time since such a heavy storm had hit. A loud noise in the distance caught her attention—a tree, struck by lightning, was floating down the river.

The recently repaired dam was already groaning under the pressure of the rising water, and it seemed like it wouldn't hold much longer against the impact of the tree.

Night Blossom changed her direction without a second thought and ran straight towards the dam. She had to stop the tree from hitting the dam. She found a rope near the dam, tied it to the floating tree, and then to herself, trying to pull the tree to shore.

But the swollen river wouldn't yield to this ordinary pony. They fought against each other, the surging water tugging at the tree and at Night Blossom on the shore.

She struggled to pull the tree towards the bank, every step an ordeal. She persisted for nearly twenty minutes. One end of the tree was almost touching the shore.

But then, nature's fury whipped up waves that pulled the tree and Night Blossom into the river. She struggled in the water, using her last bit of strength to swim to the riverbank, waiting for an opportunity.

She clung tightly to a small tree passing in front of her. The river kept battering her body, and branches floating from upstream hit her stomach and legs, causing her such pain she almost lost consciousness. When she could last sense anything, she heard the sound of approaching hooves.

Thus, Night Blossom saved the entire village. On that day, she was no longer ordinary. She ended her life with greatness.

At her funeral, she seemed to hear the pastor's praise: "Heaven intended to destroy this village with a storm and flood, but it gave rise to a pony to stop it." Her epitaph read: "June 7, 824, she was born for this."

The story ended, and Spike was almost asleep. Twilight kissed his forehead. As if speaking in his sleep, Spike whispered, "Twilight, what was I born for?"

"For every day, my child," Twilight said softly.

Twilight climbed into her bed and soon fell asleep.

"You've never forgotten what she said, have you?" the Rainbow Dragon asked impassively.

"Maybe. But that doesn't mean anything," Spike replied.

"Then let's continue," the Rainbow Dragon said, unhurriedly.

Author's Note

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