A New Spell
The old wizard studied his reflection in the large hourglasses polished surface. Heavy wrinkles creased across his forehead, while bags hung under his faded violet eyes. Below his chin lay a mighty, snow-white beard, which he couldn’t help but smile at. It was his namesake, and something he took the utmost care of, because they didn’t call him ‘Starswirl the Bearded’ for nothing. After the momentary reflection on his title, he looked back to the rest of his features. One thing was certain: he was getting old.
“Tell me, Clover, how is the luxury of youth treating you?” he asked, glancing over the sands trickling into the bottom of the hourglass. A moment of silence passed before he looked to his side and saw his student huddled over one of the many library desks, poring over a book. With a slight smile, he trotted over to Clover.
The moon’s light poured through the top of the room, shining onto Clover’s pages. How resourceful... Sta
A Sound In the Forest
Pale moonlight flowed through the window, illuminating a yellow pegasus with a messy pink mane. She was snuggled beneath the covers of her bed, snoring peacefully as the night wore on. Every so often she mumbled something about one of her animal friends, but otherwise the only noises were the quiet chirping of crickets and the hoot of an owl.
Fluttershy turned over in her bed, dragging the sheets with her. It had been a long and tiring day. Most of it had been spent searching for a goat who had wandered into the forest and gotten itself lost. By the time Fluttershy had found him and returned to her cottage, it was past dinner time. When she finally collapsed into bed, all she wanted was a good night’s rest.
Yet Fluttershy was drawn from her peaceful slumber. She cracked open her eyes and sat up in bed. She didn’t know what had roused her, until a sound drifted through the window. Turning her head, her ears swiveled forward, trying to pick up the sound again. Sure enough, it
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Twilight’s eyes slowly opened as the morning sunlight glinted through the shutters and onto her face. With a yawn, she sat up and rubbed her face, waiting for the tiredness to wear off. “Daily... daily routine,” she mumbled, beginning a chain reaction in the room.
As her hooves swung off the bed and landed on the floor, the shutters flipped open, allowing the light to flood in. On the far side side of her bedroom, the television switched on, displaying the daily news channel. The smell of coffee made its way to her nostrils. She took a breath, and sighed happily. “Today’s the day,” she said, trotting over to her dresser and looking into the mirror.
She brushed her hair as she usually did, humming as she gently stroked through it with the comb. Twilight wanted to look her best for her first day back since she’d been captured, and right now she was looking better than ever. After she was satisfied with her mane, she walked to her closet. As
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“Day twelve.” Twilight looked into the camera lens and sighed. “Flight test number four. Attempting mid-air navigation and thrust control. Let’s... let’s get this over with.” She adjusted the mouth control and positioned it in front of her. “On three. One... two... three.”
With a pop, jets at the bottom of each boot flared to life as they were pumped with magical energy. The flames increased in intensity as they lifted Twilight off the ground, and she desperately fought to keep herself stable. It reminded her of the single time she attempted to go ice skating.
Once she was several feet off the ground, her acceleration slowed and she came to a delicate hover. Her limbs wobbled and swayed, but otherwise kept her upright. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she leaned forward and began inching in the same direction. Alright, good, this is working. I am in the air and moving forward. Yes. Good. she thought, beads of sweat beginning
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The dark carriage rolled up to Twilight’s estate, stopping in front of the decorated iron gate. It had been a suggestion from Rarity, who had urged her to ‘move closer to where the action was’ and to live in a protected home. After her business had picked up, she’d had more than enough bits to finally get around to purchasing a Canterlot home.
The carriage door opened and out stepped Spike, who held out a claw to Twilight. She took hold of it and stepped down, then motioned to the driver, who began to trot off. Twilight approached the gate, and as she came within a few steps of it, beams of light shone from small glass orbs in both of the stone pillars the gate was attached to. The soft blue beams sweeped and cascaded down her body, scanning her several times. “Good evening, Twilight,” a voice said, originating from an unseen speaker system. A click was heard, and then the gate slid open. “And good evening, Spike,” it added, as the
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“Here! I’m over here!” Twilight screamed, flailing her forehooves in the air. The colors in the distance began to take shape, turning into a V-formation of pegasi. In their wake were stormy trails which briefly crackled with energy before fading off, except for the pegasus in the middle, who had the seven colors of the rainbow following her.
“Rainbow Dash!” Twilight yelled again, stumbling over herself and landing in the snow again. She was quick to regain her footing, and by then the Wonderbolts were nearly upon her.
Dash landed a short ways away from Twilight, but that didn’t slow the pegasus down at all. She skirted across the snow, kicking up powder behind her, until she had gotten within several yards. “Twilight!” she called back, flaring her wings in attempt to stop herself. She dug her hooves into the ground and tripped, rolling along the snow. With an athletic kick, she jumped upright just in time to grab Twilight in a hug.
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Twilight awoke to a soft beeping, and when she opened her eyes she found herself in a hospital bed, hooked up to various medical devices. Looking around, she was the only one in the infirmary. She slowly took in her surroundings, observing the pale green walls and the bland, tiled ceiling. Covering her were a set of snow white sheets, which was much more than she had expected, being a prisoner.
She then noticed the soft glow coming from her chest. Pulling the sheet down, she found the mage reactor planted firmly inside her, and all the memories from before came rushing back. Twilight groaned as the soreness began to kick in.
Then, a griffon poked her head through the door. “Finally awake?”
“Ah!” Twilight cried, startled by the sudden voice. “I mean, uh, yes.”
“Right on time for me to check your vitals.” The griffon fully entered the room, revealing soft pink feathers on top of a coat of light fur. Her eyes were accented with pink markings
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Her eyes fluttered open, revealing only darkness. From the feeling of cloth around her head, she was blindfolded. She made an attempt to levitate the cloth off her head, but was cut off by a sharp pain coming from the base of her horn. “Grr, magic suppressor...” she mumbled, breathing heavily. Twilight’s sense began to come back to her, starting first with a throbbing headache, then a dull, constant pain in her chest. She made an effort to stand, but found her legs bound together by heavy rope.
“Think, Twilight, you can get out of this...” she said, struggling against the ropes, but to no avail. “You’ve gotten through worse. Nightmare Moon...” She ground the material against the floor, hoping to weaken it. “Discord...” The same maneuver was done with her hind legs. “Grr... Queen Chrysalis...” She grit her teeth now, fighting through the pain surging through her chest. It wasn’t long, though, until she wore he
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20 Years Later
Twilight sat behind her desk, looking over a series of blueprints laid out in front of her. Adorning her was a dark suit, expertly tailored to fit her and complete with a tie. She levitated a pen near her and occasionally made a note here and there or circled a portion of the design. The drawings themselves depicted a large structure with multiple floors, each labelled with a purpose or function. “Hmm... now if we put the generator down here...” she thought out loud, marking a section of the blueprints. She brought a nearby cup to her mouth and took a sip of the drink, her eyes never leaving the pages.
The light hiss of doors opening sounded through the room, and a clearly older dragon strode in, carrying a clipboard and looking over numerous sheets of paper. Twilight glanced up briefly and gave a soft smile before returning to her work. “How are things, Spike?”
“As good as usual,” he replied, flipping through the papers.