Chapter 10

Days past. Apple Bloom had taken to always wearing a cross around her neck. Aside from always a pot of powdered garlic around with her, she had almost fully recovered from the trauma. But the effects of the battle were still lingering in a certain filly.

Twilight entered the library.

"Hey Twilight." Said Spike "Did Zecora have a cure."

She sighed.

"I'm afraid not Spike. She doesn't even know how to make one. Take a letter, please."

He got the stuff out.

"Dear Princess Celestia,

It is with the deepest regret that I must request a leave of absence. The battle with Dracalion and the wounds he inflicted upon me have left…"

She paused all of a sudden. She stood motionless, frozen in her dictating posture, with her mouth between words.

"What a horrible night to have a curse."

"Some very unusual side effects on me. Every five minutes my body freezes over and Dracalion's voice says that it's a horrible night to have a curse. I will need time to discover a means to rid myself of this problem.

Best wishes, Twilight Sparkle."

Spike breathed his teleportation fire and the parchment vanished in the twinkling of an eye.

"Come on, Spike. It's time to go."

The two went towards the back garden. Spike hauled the basket out of the wooden shed and dragged the huge canvass of the balloon out.

"So where exactly are we going?"

"I think the best place to start would be Ponyvania itself. But I sure hope a cure exists. My back just hurts so much…"

"What a horrible night to have a curse."

"…not to mention how annoying that voice is!"

"I'll say. I hardly slept a wink last night with Mr Creepy Saddle ringing in my ear every five minutes."

"In that case, first thing to do when we get there is buy some ear plugs."

"Took you long enough to think of that, Twi..."

When the preparations were complete, Spike blasted out a jet of normal fire. The sort he uses for self defence and/or roasting marshmallows. The hot hair inflated Twilight's Twinkling Balloon and they rose into the heavens.

Spike burped out a letter.

"It must be from the Princess." Said Twilight. Spike was going to point out that it was a bit of a no brainier. Nobody else ever sent her letters that way. Her friends in Ponyville didn't have any dragons of their own to act as fax machines and even her parents preferred messenger pigeons to D-Mail. But he was interrupted by, another chorus of "What a horrible night to have a curse."

So he unrolled the letter and read it.

Then he stared.

Then he laughed. It was the laugh of someone who thought their cat had fowled their apple pie, but it turned out to be a very large blackcurrant.

"Listen to this! Dear Twilight. I am familiar with the curse you have described and I am happy to inform you that there is indeed a cure. First, you must bring me the ashes that form Dracalion's rib and bring them to me in Canterlot. I will perform the purification ritual myself. I look forward to seeing you soon. H.R.H Princess Celestia of Equestria."

Twilight was so happy that it took what little of her self control that remained to resist jumping all over the place. She contented herself with hopping up and down in place.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ye...!"

"What a horrible night to have a curse."

"…yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yeeeeees!"

She grabbed the control stick and turned the balloon in the direction of the Old Princess Castle. In the glow of the morning sun, it was beautiful. Twilight's eyes danced as the sun caught her lavender hair.

"Come on Spike! Let's go and prosses Dracalion's rib!"

"Don't you mean, posses his rib?"

"I know what I meant Spike…" she said through gritted teeth.

The End.

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