Prologue:
AN:
Before I go any further I would like to say that I dedicate this story to my black Gerbil who died on August twenty third two thousand and fourteen. His name was Mello. When I first got him he came along with his two buddies a white Gerbil named Near and a black and white Gerbil named Matt. They did show traits of Mello, Matt and Near. Such as that they all started out as great buddies but then Mello and Matt started picking on Near awhile later so we had to move Near to a new cage. A little while after that Mello and Matt started roughhousing in a playful way but we went with what was recommended to put Matt in a different cage in case it turned into actual fighting. Near was the first to die followed by Matt but the first time I thought Mello was going to die I sat with him for hours working to help him either survive or die happily in his owners arms and he bounced back the next morning only to act as if he wasn't old even at nine years when Gerbils live for two to three years. He loved going around the house in his ball and I often had to lay my body across the piano to help him not get stuck under it or on the vent. He was a great friend and the one major thing I will remember him for is that especially when I would feed him he would touch his nose to my lips in a kiss. It was so loving. I'm sorry I am rambling about this but he really was a wonderful pet. RIP Mello.
I am writing this through my grief of losing my beloved friend so I am trying my best.
Warning. This AN contains talk about MLP as well as where this story is coming from. Not interested in either of those? You can move on to the story.
This is the way I see things playing out of the Death note crew were a part of MLP. The episode I'm using for this story is the crystal empire. They will be human but I will be making a few changes to help with the story. I might release a story like this or this story with the pony versions but that is no guarantee.
Anything from those MLP episodes belong to Hasbro.
So yeah hope you enjoy.
Mello.
The queen sighs to herself as she is looking over important documents on how things are going in the kingdom.
A guard bursts into the room rushing over to the queen. He kneels to the queen. "I'm sorry to barge in like this your majesty."
The queen looks up. "What is it?" She asks curiously feeling a little worried due to the guards entrance.
The guard looks up to the queen. "I'm only afraid that it has come back." He reports looking grave.
The queen gasps and knows something must be done. She turns to a guard that was standing guard by her to keep her protected just in case. "I want you to get me some spare paper."
The guard nods and rushes off only to come back not long after then he hands it to the queen.
The queen takes it with a thanks and writes something.
Once done she rolls it up and feels lucky she decided to have the equipment she needs to roll up the paper and everything needed.
She hands it to the guard. "Deliver this to the address on it." She tells him.
"Of course." The guard nods taking it and rushing off to do so.
Later...
The queen and king stand at a large window.
"Are you sure one of us shouldn't go?" The king asks turning to look to his wife.
The queen nods. "I am sure. I have faith that one way or another they will succeed without our help."
The king nods and turns back to look out the window. "I trust you and I trust their capabilities."
The queen closed her eyes for a moment. "That's good. It is a good thing to have."
