Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch18- Epilogue1,000 Years Later
Several school fillies sat around their teacher in front of the memorial to the victims of the Dollmaker. A menacing bronze mare, cloaked in shadows, loomed over a small building and several silver ponies. Several trees were planted around, creating a small grove that rustled in the gentle breeze.
“. . . and that is the story of the Dollmaker. Each year on Nightmare Night we honor the ponies captured by the Dollmaker. Our tradition here in the town of Harmony is to leave one doll per filly and colt as an offering to her, so that the Dollmaker is never alone. That way, she will not return to Equestria and begin stealing ponies again,” The teacher explained.
“Hey, my mother said one of our ancestors was there,” a mint green filly said. “Why are there no Heartstrings on the memorial?”
“Bonnie, it was a millenia ago. Our town was founded by some of the survivors, and I’m sure if you had an ancestor who was invo
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch17- Brightest DayTwilight was packing her research notes up in her saddlebags. She stood over the elements in their display case. With honesty inert and the others weakened, they were not of much use. Even her element had been completely drained protecting her from Luna’s wrath. She decided not to bother packing them, they were worthless now.
Twilight began to remember her friends as she stared at the broken set. They had been disabled once before, back when her friendship had been put to the ultimate test. She smiled, recalling how the letters she had written to Celestia had in turn reminded her of the joy of friendship. She had been so naive and innocent back then; every day was an adventure with her five friends. Twilight wiped a tear from her cheek. Every memory she had used to restore her friends memories and fix the elements surfaced.
Her memories of Dash, constantly joking around and laughing. They had the least in common, and yet had discovered a love of reading together.
Rarity, who had
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch16- Blackest NightLyra shifted to get comfortable, wishing for the first time since she became a doll that she hadn’t regained her sense of touch. For what felt like weeks she had been trapped in ice, unable to move, in the dark.
Twilight looked down as she shifted position. “Are you okay Lyra? I thought I might have lost you.” She managed a weak smile.
Lyra looked up and smiled back at her. “Yes, I’m just glad you came back for me.” Her attempt to cheer Twilight up with a smile had failed.
She did little but look down at Lyra and began to frown. There was clearly something on her mind.
“Twilight, what’s wrong?” Lyra asked. She had been resting in bed with Twilight and Mac when the alicorn bolted out of bed.
“She’s coming,” Twilight said.
“Who is coming?”
Twilight growled, sensing the build up of power from across town. “Luna.” She got out of bed, leaving Mac and Lyra behind.
She flew down from her room to th
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch15- A Lavender UnicornAre my legs still there? I need to move them, I have to move them. No, they can’t move, they’re not there. It’s so cold, did they fall off? I need to twitch, kick, something!
Lyra felt the familiar cycle of despair, until it finally peaked. She let the numbness claim her and her mind drifted into oblivion. No fear nor hope, no conscious thought at all. The nothingness consumed her and offered a respite until Twilight found her.
The door opened up and Lyra didn’t want to risk getting her hopes up. She had only barely fallen into a trance and surely would panic if she started to think. Is that—no, don’t think. . .
A purple face came down and said something, but Lyra hadn’t been listening. It’s Twilight! I’m saved! Her hoof reached in, pushing Lyra’s cup back into the far corner of the freezer, before the door shut.
What? No! NO! Twilight, please! Lyra thrashed with all her might, not moving an inch. A
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch14- Scootaloo The Fugitive“This is ridiculous, how much longer are we supposed to wait?” Dash asked.
Vinyl lifted her head up from the park bench she was resting on. “It’s your plan. We have ponies all over town ready to help create a distraction. Octavia and Sprocket are expanding the escape tunnel, so unless you want to wait even longer this is our best bet.”
Dash paced back towards the unicorn. “We’ve been standing around all day! Scootaloo’s sitting on top of the door jam waiting for Twilight to visit. I even had time to tear down all the pictures from that corkboard master plan of hers.”
“Well you can try a sonic rainboom again.” Vinyl chuckled as she stretched out. “Because it totally makes sense how a little plastic toy can break the sound barrier.”
“Come on, I was really close last time! If I had a little more speed I could have broke it, and I’m fairly certain it could lower the force field.”
T. Dollhouse-Ch13- Braggart, The Fox, The PrincessSilver sighed, tearing another page out of the comic book. She wadded it up and threw it at the waste basket. It hit the rim, bounced into the wall, and fell down into the pile of missed shots. The waste basket was only half-full and she’d nearly torn all of Spike’s comics apart.
“Why did Twilight have to tell me to stay in here? This sucks. It’s not like I would tell Luna about our little secret.” She tossed the entire comic into the trash, grunting as it landed flat on top without going in. “I’m outta here, I’m going to play with the dolls.”
Silver walked to the door and opened it slowly. The house looked empty, so she quickly headed down to the basement. The door was locked.
“Darn, maybe I can read a book?” Silver looked at the bookshelf and saw books on everything from Quantum Mechanics to String Theory. “Or not. Maybe Lyra and Big Mac are in Twilight’s room!”
She ran up the stairs to