A/N: I didn't think Twilight losing her voice was all that bad… apparently the public thought differently. It put a new twist on something, and besides, how am I supposed to put my sequel up called Voice without a new twist?

Thank you all so much for all the reviews, it made my heart warm up.

This is the last chapter for this story, but it will continue – I swear! Be on the look-out for Voice, it is the sequel to this. Enjoy!

Twilight sat alone on the top of the hill looking at the sun-setting with a few clouds framing it. It had been two days since the incident happened, and for the most part none of her friends let her be alone for fear she would try something reckless. It had gotten on Twilight's nerves very much, and she wanted to be alone for once. So she stole away when her friends weren't looking.

Some birds dashed about, flying to their homes before darkness settled the land. Noise was heard from them, chirping, crowing – any of the noise birds make.

A butterfly flew in front of Twilight's face, she smiled. It looks so delicate, she thought. But then again, all butterflies are. The butterfly's wings were red with yellow and orange lines, its body a modest brown, and its antennas long and slim. It looks like a fire butterfly…

Twilight was too busy studying the butterfly that she didn't hear Big Macintosh come up the hill behind her. He looked at her for a few moments more making sure she was okay and for any tell-tale signals of her mood. Finding that she was in a peaceful state-of-mind, he sat down next to her. "Hello," he said.

The Unicorn next to him jumped and scared the butterfly off. She whipped her head at him and opened her mouth to say something, when she remembered she had lost her voice. Her ears flopped downward and she hung her head shamefully. Why does he want to talk to me when I can't even talk? I feel like an invalid. Twilight thought depressed.

"I know ya can't talk, but I have come up with an idea ta help ya communicate better." Twilight looked up at Big Macintosh, her eyes growing large. "See's it's when someone asks ya question an' ya respond by writin' somethin' in ta dirt or on a piece of paper."

It won't work, her eyes seemed to say. I can't communicate right now because all there is is grass and grass and more grass. I don't have a piece of paper right now, either. And what of the future?

Big Macintosh tried to read her face – especially her eyes – but couldn't decipher the mystery they held within. Frustrated, he dug at the grass until her cleared a small patch with enough dirt for Twilight to write something.

Twilight watched afraid, the expression Big Macintosh held in his face while he dug at the ground scared her. She wasn't used to seeing him frustrated, and was not sure what to do. After a few minutes of watching, she found where his hoof had been, there was a patch of dirt; enough for her to write in.

So she wrote all she thought about his idea with her hoof, it took a few moments to do but it came out all right in the end. I hope he can read, Twilight considered looking up at the Earth Pony who was trying to read the text.

"Hmm, true, that idea was a tad bit off. But we'll think of somethin' – I promise." He said looking down at Twilight. "Ya'll get yer voice back one way or ta other."

She nodded. I just hope he's right…