Fluttershy hummed softly to herself as she trotted through the Ponyville market. Today was her grocery shopping day, and she was aptly prepared. Resting on her back were a set of old brown saddlebags, full of small scrapes and a patched up hole here and there, but otherwise intact. Sitting on top of her head, snuggling into her soft pink mane was Angel, who idly looked around at the various vendors. Every once in awhile he would perk up and gaze hungrily at a nearby vegetable stall, but he knew better than to run off and take something. His mistress would get to it eventually.
The pegasus moved at a relaxing pace through the street, taking i
“That’ll be four bits, hun.”
Lyra threw four coins on the counter and levitated a paper bag next to her. Behind the desk was Bon Bon, smiling cheerfully as she put the money away. It was a normal day at the candy store, and Lyra was picking up her usual snack. The unicorn grinned as she peered into the bag, then said “Thanks a lot, Bons. I’ll see you later, alright?”
“Of course, Lyra. I get out at my usual time,” Bon Bon replied, poking at the cash register.
“Got it!” With that, Lyra walked out of the store with a bag of candy and a spring in her step. She pulled one of the treats
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 tric
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
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
“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
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 glas
“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 al
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
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&rsquo
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 h
Deep within the basement of the Ponyville library, a mare sat hunched over a work desk, horn glowing with energy. Around her, in a cacophony of production, various books and pieces of stray equipment laid. She was focusing on a cylindrical piece of metal, no bigger than the horn on her head, with a small protrusion on one of the ends. It was split cleanly down the middle, with a small, spherical reservoir in the middle. Straining herself, a small orb of magic began to form in the hole.
After a short period of time, her horn’s glow faded, but the ethereal pool of energy still remained in the middle of the device. Quickly, she snapped th
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