The Tragedy of Twilight Sparkle

She took a while to eat before she politely wiped her mouth, tucked in the chair behind her and closed the doors to the banqueting hall. She walked up the stairs to the resting chambers, noting that everypony were in the main hall of the chambers chatting, laughing and eating a few bits of fruit. Twilight joined the happy looking five in their conversations by walking in and soon, she was immersed in the chatting, laughing and eating of everypony in the main hall. It took, what seemed like several hours, before their speech started to be interrupted with yawns and slurred speech, after all of them realized that they need their rest, they all split up into 6 individual sleeping chambers.

As Twilight approached the bed in her chamber, she laid eyes on the adorable little figure of Spike in his cot-like bed snoring softly next to her queen sized bed, walked over to him and gently tucked her sleeping dragon. She lumbered over to the cobblestone built restroom where she brushed her teeth, while looking at a mirror above her basin. The weary markers of her effort were represented with eye bags while her drooping face showed just how tired she was, as she laid her dreary head onto the soft pillow provided by Celestia, she thought she might receive some sleep immediately but apparently her mind says otherwise, despite the fact that her eyes were drooping and she was yawning her brain was still attempting to calculate truth from a lie over today’s events. She tossed and turned on her bed, grunting momentarily in frustration at her mind’s “jumpy” state.

Twilight’s senses flickered to consciousness but her eyes remained shut, she felt a part of her body being hit with the emanating, warming glow of Celestia’s sun,, her ears twitched as heard the sound of hoofsteps, she screwed up her face and let one eye open to see a finely, hoof crafted, mahogany cabinet drawer decorated neatly with a cloth as white as snow, a vase with 4 beautiful roses and a clear glass of water, groaning in frustration at the piercing light of Celestia’s sun, she shut her eyes again before she turned onto her back. She heard a voice, a familiar one which exclaimed “Twilight!” She opened her eyes to see the face of Spike on top of her, his dragon eyes swirling with emotion

“Oh Twilight” Spike exclaimed “You could have been KILLED in that one on one showdown with Trixie!”

Twilight smiled and made an attempt to get up, Spike, instinctively knowing that she may get up, jumped off her bed as quickly and effortlessly as he could landing on the carpet which was elaborately designed featuring Star Swirl the bearded was also incredibly soft. As Twilight rose from her bed, she trotted over to her mirror where she began to brush her mane.

“Oh come on Spike” Twilight calmed her small companion while she magically brushed her mane “It wasn't ALL bad, I got to end this war didn't I? That fight to end the war was part of the fun!”

“W-What about the other part?” Questioned Spike

“The other part? Why, killing Trixie of course!” Twilight said with a smart and cheery tone

“Well I’m glad you are alright” Spike sighed “I don’t know what would happen if I lost you”

“I appreciate your worry for me Spike,” Twilight thanked as she moved on from her neatly brushed mane to her body and tail “By the way, how were things when all of us where out?” she asked

Spike was folding Twilight’s bed sheets as Twilight asked the question, while he worked on fluffing up her pillow, he answered;

“Uh…as a matter of fact, not so crummy as I has anticipated” stated Spike “The crusading team of filly's where in the royal garden trying to “be one” with nature and also taking care of some of Fluttershy’s animals while I looked after them, soon, Cadence and your brother arrived and they took over for foal sitting so I headed for the kitchen to eat gems and…” he stopped

Twilight, placing her brush down, looked towards Spike with a doubtful look, she edged him on further by saying;

“…and…?”

“Oh no!” Spike wailed

He ran around the bed and pounced on Twilight who was too slow to keep up. He knocked Twilight over and was soon on top of her…again.

“Gah!” Twilight exclaimed at the sudden change of events combined with the worried face of Spike in front of her

“Is Rarity ok?” he babbled quickly “Did she get hurt? How is she? Is she injured? That technically counts as getting hurt, but I don’t want to contradict myself because that is plain stupid but *gasp*!!”

Spike stopped dead as he thought of something dreadful, he leaned closer to Twilight dropped his voice dramatically and whispered in a barely audible voice

“Did she make it…?”

Twilight screwed up her face and her horn glowed before she teleported behind Spike whose face was touching the ground

“Yes Spike” Twilight reassured as Spike was upright “Rarity is ok, don’t worry”

Her reassurance did the trick as she noted that Spike’s quick breathing, almost to a point where it could be considered as hyperventilating, gradually began to decline into a normal breathing rate

“Oh, ok” he panted “I just hope she is alright, ack, my throat is dry, can you drink the water dispensed from the tap in the bathroom?” Spike asked with a dry mouth

“I assume so, I mean, I took a sip or two and I’m fine right now”

“Next thing you know…” Spike joked while walking to the bathroom. He stuck his tongue out, rolled his eyes back and ran one finger from one point of his neck to another “You’re dead” he disappeared into the bathroom

Twilight rolled her eyes “Oh Spike” she thought. There were 3 knocks on the door, her head darted towards the door and soon enough, a muffled stallion’s voice was heard from behind the door, it stated;

“Princess Celestia requests the presence of Spike the Dragon”

Twilight frowned, what could Celestia possibly want from Spike?

“Any reason given?” She asked, puzzled

“Spike the Dragon is part of the team of funeral planners, he is requested to partake his duty in organizing this funeral”

“Oh that” Thought Twilight, she opened her mouth to call Spike but closed it as his purple head appeared from the bathroom

“What’s this?” He questioned, the edges of his mouth wet with water

“You’re part of the funeral planning team aren't you?” Twilight asked

“Sure” Spike answered

“Well, apparently, you have to go now and meet with the five” Twilight opened the door to be greeted with the presence of a strongly built, Pegasus, royal guard with a serious face

“Is Spike the Dragon here?” the stallion asked

“Here I am!” Spike exclaimed

The guard looked down and saw Spike’s energetic face

“Follow me” he said before turning around and walking out