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Humming Brew
With a trail of glitter, a small cloth levitated into the air to wipe the sweat off of Twilight Sparkle's brow. The heat from her cauldron provided just enough heat to bring the brew to a calm simmer, which produced bubbles so small and so frequent that the mixture was humming like a hummingbird. Twilight had never seen a liquid quite like this before, and the combination of the nervous excitement, the heat, and the recipe specifically calling for a closed air environment for some reason had her sweating.
"Be careful with that vial, Spike," said Twilight through the glow of magic covering her lips, before Spike even had time to trip. Her voice startled the small dragon into stumbling and almost dropping the very thing she trying to protect with her warning.
"What is this stuff, anyway?" asked Spike through his own enchanted gas mask, staring at the contents of his small container.
"That is the blood of a dragon that breathes ice," says Twilight, staring at her mixture carefully, stirring the pot slowly with a spoon made of bone. Wood or iron would react chemically with the mixture and alter the delicate balance.
"Dragon blood?" asked Spike with a twinge of fear. "What do you need dragon blood for?"
"Not just any dragon's blood, Spike. A dragon that breathes ice," she explains in the tone of voice she always took whenever she'd explain something. "And that sample was very expensive so don't let anything happen to it."
"H-how did you get it?" asks Spike, nervously. Spike felt like he was going to be sick with grief.
"I bought it from a hospital. I just said that it was expensive. Dragons are rich because of their huge hordes of gold, so the whole dragon economy is ridiculous. A tiny vial like that costs more than some pony's house!"
Spike felt relieved, but had new questions to ask. "Dragon economy?"
"Later, Spike," said Twilight, cutting him off. "Now please when I give the signal, pour it into the pot. I measured it out perfectly so you pour it, and don't let it drip."
"Relaaaax," said Spike, confidently, pointing at his chest with his thumb. "I can handle it."
"FAMOUS. LAST. WORDS." said Twilight, staring directly at the reader, unblinking, for a full 10 seconds.
"Alright, here we go," says Twilight, snapping out of it. "Three... Two..."
"Wait, are we doing on ONE or on GO after one?!" inquires Spike in a panic.
"Now, Spike!!" shouts Twilight.
Spike pours the whole vial into the mixture, and then flicks the vial back up quickly to make sure it doesn't drip. Too quickly! A drop flips up out of the vial and into the air!
Spike and Twilight stare at the drop. The air is so thick in the room that it's as if time is standing still. Twilight and Spike stare at the drop, paralyzed. There's no way either of them could move fast enough to catch it, if they even had the coordination to.
Spike does the only thing he can think to do and breathes a quick spark of green flames on the drop, to send it to Celestia.
"Wait! Spi--" shouts Twilight for a brief moment as the air in the room catches fire and lights the entire room ablaze.
Twilight Sparkle, Spike the Dragon, the cauldron, the recipe, and everything else in the room crashes to the floor of Princess Celestia's throne room, spilling the mixture all over the long carpet. Twilight lands flat on her rump, but springs to her feet, panicking, looking up at the Princess as the Princess looked down on her.
"If you wanted to visit, you could have told me ahead of time. I would have prepared a dinner," said Princess Celestia, winking at the reader, as a circular wipe closed in on her face, to the sound of applause and laughter.
The End.
"Be careful with that vial, Spike," said Twilight through the glow of magic covering her lips, before Spike even had time to trip. Her voice startled the small dragon into stumbling and almost dropping the very thing she trying to protect with her warning.
"What is this stuff, anyway?" asked Spike through his own enchanted gas mask, staring at the contents of his small container.
"That is the blood of a dragon that breathes ice," says Twilight, staring at her mixture carefully, stirring the pot slowly with a spoon made of bone. Wood or iron would react chemically with the mixture and alter the delicate balance.
"Dragon blood?" asked Spike with a twinge of fear. "What do you need dragon blood for?"
"Not just any dragon's blood, Spike. A dragon that breathes ice," she explains in the tone of voice she always took whenever she'd explain something. "And that sample was very expensive so don't let anything happen to it."
"H-how did you get it?" asks Spike, nervously. Spike felt like he was going to be sick with grief.
"I bought it from a hospital. I just said that it was expensive. Dragons are rich because of their huge hordes of gold, so the whole dragon economy is ridiculous. A tiny vial like that costs more than some pony's house!"
Spike felt relieved, but had new questions to ask. "Dragon economy?"
"Later, Spike," said Twilight, cutting him off. "Now please when I give the signal, pour it into the pot. I measured it out perfectly so you pour it, and don't let it drip."
"Relaaaax," said Spike, confidently, pointing at his chest with his thumb. "I can handle it."
"FAMOUS. LAST. WORDS." said Twilight, staring directly at the reader, unblinking, for a full 10 seconds.
"Alright, here we go," says Twilight, snapping out of it. "Three... Two..."
"Wait, are we doing on ONE or on GO after one?!" inquires Spike in a panic.
"Now, Spike!!" shouts Twilight.
Spike pours the whole vial into the mixture, and then flicks the vial back up quickly to make sure it doesn't drip. Too quickly! A drop flips up out of the vial and into the air!
Spike and Twilight stare at the drop. The air is so thick in the room that it's as if time is standing still. Twilight and Spike stare at the drop, paralyzed. There's no way either of them could move fast enough to catch it, if they even had the coordination to.
Spike does the only thing he can think to do and breathes a quick spark of green flames on the drop, to send it to Celestia.
"Wait! Spi--" shouts Twilight for a brief moment as the air in the room catches fire and lights the entire room ablaze.
Twilight Sparkle, Spike the Dragon, the cauldron, the recipe, and everything else in the room crashes to the floor of Princess Celestia's throne room, spilling the mixture all over the long carpet. Twilight lands flat on her rump, but springs to her feet, panicking, looking up at the Princess as the Princess looked down on her.
"If you wanted to visit, you could have told me ahead of time. I would have prepared a dinner," said Princess Celestia, winking at the reader, as a circular wipe closed in on her face, to the sound of applause and laughter.
The End.