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The Storyteller: Equestria Girls Lore: E2, Part 2

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Fallout Storyteller Chapter 2: Rainbow Rocks

While Sunset was initially oblivious to their intentions, once inside Canterlot’s walls the Dazzlings put their “powers of persuasion” to work on the student body itself. Using their hypnotic and enthralling voices, they managed to hypnotize the entire school into turning the Showcase from an innocent musical talent show, into a brutal “Battle of the Bands”.

 

This may have seemed like a strange way to take over the school at first glance. Why create a “Battle of the Bands” when you can simply enthrall the population to do your own bidding? Well, their powers then and there were nowhere near their former glory, but as it turns out, their plan had a pretty ingenious two-pronged effect. First, while the rest of the school was too engrossed in their competitiveness, it took the attention completely off the Dazzlings as they concocted their little scheme, meaning they could now do whatever they wanted without fear of discovery.

 

Second, as the rest of the school squabbled over this battle, the Dazzlings had a hearty supply of the negative energy that fueled their powers. The more bickering there was, the stronger their powers got, and the Dazzlings made sure that this competitive streak held tight.

 

And “competitiveness” was an understatement, EDNA. Most competitions try to keep themselves civil and have a degree of fair sportsmanship to them, Wasteland examples excluded of course. But this “Battle of the Bands” definitely had an emphasis on the word “Battle”, as within an instant, lifelong friends and companions became vicious and brutal enemies.

 

Well, that is, all but a group of five friends and a former unicorn.

 
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EDNA chirped in realization.

 

“Yep, Sunset and her new friends for sure.” The Storyteller elaborated, “They seem to have a habit for attracting the strange and magical. In fact, while the rest of the school while school was enthralled by the Dazzlings, Sunset and her friends were immune to the hypnotic effects of the Siren’s song.”

 

EDNA beeped rather inquisitively at this new information.

 

“What? Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that part? Sorry about that.” Said the Storyteller as he corrected himself, “Well, it turns out that a lot more happened on that fateful night between Demon Sunset and Princess Twilight. A certain side-effect caused by their clash of Equestrian magics.”

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While Princess Twilight was successful in bringing the Element of Magic back to the world of Equestria, part of its own magic somehow stayed behind after defeating Sunset Shimmer at the Fall Formal, and in some way had bonded itself with this world’s counterparts of Twilight’s Equine Friends.

 

This new form of magic had somewhat of an interesting side effect on Sunset’s new friends, which apparently manifested itself as some kind of transformation magic. When activated, it caused each of Sunset’s friends to take anthropomorphic characteristics of their Equestrian counterparts, such as equine ears, tails, and even more extravagant features, like unicorn horns or pegasi wings, depending on the person, a process that her friends dubbed “Ponying-up”.

 

Transformation aesthetics aside, what was even stranger was what triggered this unusual phenomenon. From what limited rumors I’ve been able to gather, this alteration occurred whenever the Mane Five exemplified traits of the Elements of their Equestrian counterparts, be it Kindness, Honesty, Loyalty, Generosity, and Laughter.

 

While these individual triggers made sense depending on the user, this power also had another way of manifesting itself: In form of a Musical Jam.

 
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EDNA stopped and hovered in place at the sheer audacity what the Storyteller said. She let out a long and low-pitched blip, as if to say, “You’re joking, right?”

 

“No EDNA, I’m not making this up,” The Storyteller deadpanned sarcastically, “Apparently, whenever the Mane Five would rock together as the “Sonic Rainbooms”, they themselves would “Pony-Up” as the music reached its gradual peak.”

 

EDNA fired a rapid succession of blips at just how ridiculous this sounded, even by their standards.

 

“I know EDNA, it’s as corny as it sounds. But, there probably was a better explanation why this phenomenon took place. Perhaps the fact that the Mane Five worked in unison as a band was enough to allow them to “Pony-up” when the practice. Maybe the rush of endorphins that they each experienced when the played music helped contribute to this transformation.”

 

EDNA seemed less than satisfied with the Storyteller, chiding him with unamused screeches.

 

“I may be an expert in a lot of things EDNA, but magical superpowers isn’t really my forte… not yet at least.”

 

EDNA yet again screeched with more questioning blips.

 

“I’m sure we’ll have such answers soon enough,” chided the Storyteller, “But let’s just keep moving EDNA. Our destination should be coming up pretty soon.”

 

EDNA chirped in excitement at this prospect, especially with some new “friends” to play “target practice” with.

 

<BLIP BEEP, BEEEEP?>

 

“What? Oh no, Sunset and her friends didn’t go after the Dazzlings, going in gun blazin’ like most folks back home.” The Storyteller corrected, “Sunset and her friends actually made the sensible choice in order to deal with the Dazzlings, by going to the authorities. Well, actually the school authorities, Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna. Not exactly the choice I would pick when dealing with the arcane, but for Sunset’s case, you had to start somewhere.”

 

<BLIP BLIP?>

 

“Nope, that plan didn’t work as intended, but not for a lack of trying. Turns out that the Dazzlings actually got to both Celestia and Luna before Sunset and her friends could, and managed to “convince” them to actually go forward with this “Battle of the Bands”. My guess is that the Dazzlings managed to put their “persuasive talents” to work to get even the counterparts of Princess Celestia and Luna to agree to this competition. Pretty clever, right?”

 

<BEEEEEP>

 

The Storyteller nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I figured that both of them would’ve been at least more resistant to the Dazzlings, considering how both Celestia and Luna were so casual about Sunset and her own machinations back at the Fall Formal, but like I said EDNA, this world doesn’t ask that many questions.”

 

EDNA simply groaned in annoyance.

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With no one left to turn to on how to deal with the Dazzlings invading their school, Sunset reasoned that if they couldn’t find help in this world to get rid of them, then maybe they could find it in another world, Equestria to be precise.

 

However, getting to Equestria was a problem, considering that the portal to it was closed, and it would’ve taken at least a couple of months for it to open again. Luckily, Sunset had a bit of a trump card that she had kept as a souvenir from her old life in Equestria.

 

Back when Sunset was still Princess Celestia’s prized student, she was given a magical journal that had a rather unique function. You see EDNA, whenever someone wrote something down in this journal, that same message would appear to another magical journal tied to it. Think of these journals like a magical two-way communicator, with a range that apparently can transcend the boundaries of other worlds as well.

 

And fortunately, it didn’t take long for Sunset to get an answer. Once Sunset sent out an SOS back to Equestria, she got a reply not from her former mentor, but actually from Princess Twilight Sparkle herself. This was lucky chance, if there ever was one; not only did Princess Twilight manage to deduce the identity of the Dazzlings as the Sirens, but she also managed to find a way to bypass the restrictions of the portal to Equestria, a feat that was once thought to be impossible.

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EDNA let out a short quip of inquisitive blips.

 

“Remember the “power source” I talked about back at Canterlot High, on the other side of the portal?” the Storyteller asked, “It turns out that Twilight Sparkle somehow managed to transfer the power from the journals that Sunset used to communicate with Equestria into that of the Magic Mirror back in Equestria, completely negating the limitations of the portal between here and Equestria.”

 

The Storyteller couldn’t help but sound in awe. “Now there’s a prodigal mind if there ever was one. She’d probably be able to put even the brightest of Brotherhood Scribes to shame with her intellect.”

 

EDNA simply stayed silent aside from a few grumbling internal clicks as the Storyteller praised Twilight. The little eyebot wasn’t too fond of the idea of her companion praising people outside their troupe, especially a flying unicorn of all things. Things that did garner the Storyteller’s attention besides herself had a habit of ending up… “well done”…

 

The Storyteller continued on with his exposition, despite EDNA’s sudden silence. “Once the portal was up and running, Princess Twilight wasted no time in reaching the human world, with once again her faithful dragon-now-canine assistant, Spike, in tow.” He turned his attention back to EDNA, “Once in the human realm, Twilight immediately set to work on getting answers on the Dazzlings. And, if those directions we got from those kids were correct EDNA, we may be getting some answers of our own.”

 

EDNA chirped up at this news, as both she and the Storyteller turned on a corner, whose street signed displayed “Lotus Street”.

 

The Storyteller observed his surroundings, making sure it correlated with the “Canterquest” app displayed in his helmet screen. “Well, this is Lotus Street, and if what those girls said is correct, the Dazzlings should have been sighted somewhere in this area.”

 

EDNA warbled a bit dubiously at this prospect.

 

“Now, would you stop being so paranoid?” The Storyteller retorted, “I know you didn’t like those two girls back there, but I already told you I checked their story after we left. All we have to do now is find this “Djerda Villa”, and finding the Dazzlings should be as easy as finding a Vault-Tec Vault.”

 

EDNA shot some doubtful blips back.

 

“Well, finding a Vault is easy for me at least, when you’ve been around as long as I have.” He said confidently. “Now, let me see,” he muttered as he did a quick double-check of his helmet display, “if this “Canterquest” app is accurate, then the Villa should be right-”

 

WHHEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR!!!!

 

“….There.”

 

Following where the Storyteller was indicating, instead of an apartment complex or housing unit of any kind instead stood a large… construction site, rife with sounds of all manner of tools working hard to build whatever structure was being made, along with the voices of dozens of mean shouting orders, along with a slew of other “colorful phrases”.

 

The Storyteller simply stood in place, dumbstruck about this little error, while EDNA simply chided with some low-toned beeps; as if to say “Told you.”

 

The Storyteller ignored EDNA’s accusatory beeps and proceeded to regain his composure. “I’m….pretty sure there’s an explanation for this misinformation.”

 

<BEEEEP, BLIP BLIP>

 

“We are NOT lost EDNA.” The Storyteller uttered, slightly annoyed, “We probably just have had a… form of misdirection of some kind.” The Storyteller wasn’t satisfied with his answer, as well as the current result. A result that EDNA didn’t hesitate to remind him of, as she shot him some more accusational blips.

 

The Storyteller was starting to get more and more annoyed. “Would you stop it about those two? I already checked their story out before we left them, so I figured we’d at least have some sort of lead.”

 

EDNA simply retorted back to how yet it was so easy for them to be duped regardless.

 

The Storyteller only sighed in resignation. “Look, maybe all isn’t lost here, EDNA, there’s probably a reason why they directed us here and why our data is a bit off.” EDNA warbled another quip. “ASIDE from them trying to mess with us.” The Storyteller retorted back. “Perhaps one of these gentlemen could help clear up this story.” He gestured to one of the construction workers overseeing the site, and beckoned again for his companion to follow him.

 

Both EDNA and the Storyteller proceeded to approach one of the workers; a tall middle-aged man with a greasy mop of brown hair hidden under a white hat, with an unshaven look to his face. He wore a light-orange sleeveless work shirt, that had a badge of a hammer and two nails ready to be hammered in sown on the left breast pocket.

 

“GET THAT BEAM IN PLACE ALREADY JIMMY! I AIN’T PLANNING ON DOING OVERTIME TONIGHT IF YOU GUYS JUST KEEP SLACKING OFF!” The construction worker yelled irritably into a megaphone to his co-workers on the I-beam rafters of this half-building. He would’ve kept yelling even further, if he didn’t feel the sudden tap on his shoulders.

 

Feeling the stress and rage of a tumultuous day’s work rising up from this interruption, the worker spun to whoever had the gall to tap him, and scream back though his megaphone an alarming:

 

“WHAT?!?!”

 

Luckily, for The Storyteller, any problems of sudden deafness were swiftly avoided, thanks to the noise-cancelling filters his state-of-the-art helmet offered. Atomic explosions were hazardous to the ears, after all.

 

EDNA on the other hand, momentarily sparked as the sudden sharp increase in volume overloaded her circuits. Once she had recovered, the faint sound of a power cell charging up could be briefly heard from the little Eyebot, aimed directly at the construction worker’s head. Fortunately, the Storyteller, who simply raised his hand at the sign of “At Ease”, interrupted such a gruesome fate from happening.

 

“Pardon me for interrupting,” the Storyteller addressed nonchalantly, “But I don’t suppose you gentlemen can clear something up for me? Me and my friend here apparently have case of misdirection on our hands.”

 

The construction worker blinked in surprise, not only in sheer confusion at WHAT he was looking at, but on how calm this stranger was acting, despite taking a megaphone blast to the “face”. The realization of how lucky he was on how calm this stranger was. If this were any normal person, he would’ve been in serious trouble.

 

“Oh, s-sorry about that,” the worker stuttered, as he shut off his megaphone, “Name’s Rivet. You lost or somethin’?”

 

“You could say that. You see, me and my robotic companion here were directed here by a girl in a tiara to this location. I don’t suppose you would know anything about the “Djerba Villas” by any chance?”

 

Rivet blinked a bit. “Wait…did this kid with a tiara have a really FANCY tiara, and purple hair to boot?” he said, his brow furrowing.

 

“I take it from your question, you know her.”

 

“You could say that. Her dad, Filthy Rich,” Rivet explained, putting a rather annoyed emphasis on the name, “Is actually our boss for this job at the moment.” He thumbed behind him towards the construction site. EDNA grumbled an incoherent warble at this news.

 

“And, does she send a lot of people toward her father’s projects?” The Storyteller asked.

 

“You have no idea,” Rivet groaned, “She’s been sending random people all over town to gloat on how rich her dad is. Mr. “Oh look at ME, I’m so freakin’ RICH, I can buy any plot of land I want and build whatever I want”, he said in a rather mockingly-placed accent, “Bunch of spoiled rich brats if you ask me.” He then made a pause. “Just don’t… tell him I said that, ‘kay?”

 

“You’re secret’s safe with me. Though, I have wonder if this Diamond Tiara gets some kind of twisted pleasure of sending random strangers on wild goose chases?” Asked the Storyteller, which EDNA blipped in agreement.

 

“Trust me pal, you ain’t the first, and I doubt you’re gonna be the last.” Rivet then gave the Storyteller a rather perplexed look over. “Speakin’ of which, what’s your deal, pal? Never seen you around these parts.”

“Well, that’s actually kind of a long story. This here is EDNA, my “Eyebot Documentary Narrative Assistant”, and my name is-”

 

“WOOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEE!” Suddenly, both the Storyteller and Rivet’s attention were drawn up to one of the other workers, a rather large portly man with a scruffy and unshaven appearance, screaming down from one of the steel rafters, “Get a load at this freak-show fellas! Didn’t know the noid’ convention was in town!”

 

The Storyteller was taken aback by surprise by this sudden outburst. “I beg your pardon?”

 

“Yo, Frankie’, come look at this weirdo!” The worker gestured to another hard-hatted colleague, “Boy, this guy REALLY knows how to fill out a suit! What is that, one of those cardboard getup's?!”

 

“I’ll have you know that this is a T-49 Model Power Armor, one of the more advanced models used in the Alaskan Front!” The Storyteller retorted back in irritation, “And the size of the armor has nothing to do with my weight!”

 

The worker didn’t bother acknowledge the Storyteller. “And boys, check out THAT balloon floatin’ there!” He gestured to EDNA, “No wonder you losers never get a gurl, you spend all your time playing with toys like that! Why don’t you freak-shows get a real job, like the rest of us!” He gestured to himself with a rather large pair of sausage-thumbs.

 

EDNA was utterly outraged, and shook violently in anger. Once again, the sound of a power cell began to charge and the floating eyebot was really hoping that she would get the chance to use it this time.

 

Fortunately before any bloodshed could be enacted, Rivet yelled at the top of his lungs, “DON’T MAKE ME COME UP THERE, JIM BEAM! I WILL KICK YOUR KEESTER FOR GOOD IF YOU DON’T GET BACK TO WORK!”

 

“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, YEESH, JUST HAVING A LITTLE FUN YOU KNOW!”

 

“IF YOU DON’T GET THOSE BEAMS IN PLACE IN FIVE MINUTES, YOU WON’T KNOW THE MEANING OF FUN ANYMORE!!” Once Rivet had calmed down, he turned back his attention to the Storyteller. “Sorry ‘bout that. Jim Beam is a bit of a heckler to everyone, WHEN HE SHOULD BE WORKIN’ ALREADY!” He suddenly shouted again.

 

“Trust me, I’d had my fair share of critics in my time,” the Storyteller shrugged, “But it seems that me and my partner here are obviously having our share of bad luck. I’m hoping though that you’d be able to help us. Does the name “Djerba Villa” mean anything to you?”

 

Rivet blinked in confusion. “Where the heck have you been mac? The Djerba Villas were torn down around two years ago! Something about it being an “environmental hazard”, which if I remember, had something to do with this really old lady and her dozens of cats.”

 

“That’s… a fairly disturbing story.”

 

“No kiddin’,” Rivet agreed, “And from the rumors I hear, some say it was a member of the Apple Family. Huh, I guess even every family has a few “bad” apples.” He muttered as his face contorted in bewilderment. “Nah, the Villa has been a sandlot for the past couple of years, and a lot of the kids around here have used it for a baseball lot instead… that is until Filthy Rich came in and bought the lot for ANOTHER SPA. As if we need more, we already have four in this city alone.”

 

“Ah, then I take it that there is some inaccuracy with its location on this “Canterquest” app? Two years is a long time to update a map even.”

 

“Canterquest? That app’s old news. Nobody uses that anymore. We all use “EquiMap” now. Where the heck are you from anyways?” Rivet questioned.

 

“Let’s just say that I’m from ‘out of town’ doing some investigating at the moment.” the Storyteller replied, “I’m actually looking for a trio of young women who may have ‘supposedly’ been here.”

 

Rivet gave him a strange look. “You a cop or somethin’? Would ‘splain the, uh….. outfit, I guess.” He muttered, as he gave the Storyteller’s Power Armor a brief look down.

 

“I’ve done my fair share of research into criminology, but right now, I guess the more apt description for me would be a detective.” The Storyteller explained, “And actually, I guess you could say I’m somewhat associated with the law, as I’m looking for a trio of troublemakers, known as “The Dazzlings”. Do they sound familiar to you?”

 

Rivet paused for a bit, trying to remember. “…Sorry mac, never heard of ‘em”.

 

“You sure? They’re a pretty vibrant trio, even on their appearance alone. They probably wouldn’t have been difficult to spot. They have a lot of flamboyant color in their attire.”

 

“Look mac, as much as I want to help, I don’t think I could anyway,” Rivet admitted, “My job has been just making sure that these wackos,” he gestured to the site behind him “Get the work done in time before Filthy Rich docks our pay AGAIN. Besides, even if I did see them, I wouldn’t be able to tell who’s who in this town anymore. Have you seen the getup's of what kids are wearing these days?”

 

The Storyteller’s shoulders slumped dejectedly. “Well, that’s certainly a disappointment.” EDNA agreed with a resounding warble.

 

“Sorry I couldn’t be more help, as much as I hate to disappoint a detective at work at all. You guys must have it rough.” It was then that one of the hecklers from the rafters decided to make another “witty retort” back at the Storyteller.  “Yo, Robocop! Got any other “tools” hidin’ under that suit? Not you gonna need em’ anyway!!” Rivet’s eye made a slight twitch as it looked like his anger was hanging by a thread.

 

The Storyteller instead chose to ignore the outburst. “Some days, it is, but thanks for the sympathy. Come on EDNA,” he gestured towards his floating companion, “Looks like we’ve got some trekking to do.”

 

“AW! WHERE YOU GOING FREAKAZOID?! YEAH, RUN HOME TO YO MAMA’S BASEMENT WITH THOSE OTHER CLOSETED SWEAT-SMELLING “GUILD MASTERS” OF YOUS!” Jim beam yelled as the Storyteller turned to leave.

 

“JIM, I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP AND GET BACK TO WORK, I’M GOING TO SHOW YOU EXACTLY WHAT THAT CAULK GUN IS USED FOR!” Rivet yelled before leaving to deal with his coworkers.

 

While the Storyteller left to continue his search, EDNA stayed behind for a bit as she eyed a one of the cranes hanging a rather precarious pile of steel beams over the site. When she made sure that no one was actually looking, she emptied an energy cell at the steel wire holding the beams up, which all came tumbling down with a loud and resounding CRASH!

 

“AAAAAH!!”

 

“WHAT THE <BEEP>?!?!”

 

“MY LEG!!”

 

“I’M GONNA KILL SOMEONE IF SOMEBODY DOESN’T TELL ME WHAT THE <BEEP> JUST HAPPENED!!”

 

EDNA warbled a good chuckle as immense satisfaction filled her circuits, as she rushed away to catch up with her companion.

 

Once she met up with her comrade however, she already began to unload her grievances with a metallic groan, annoyed at their lack of results.

 

“Alright, I’ll admit going off that girl’s word was poor planning on my part EDNA,” the Storyteller admitted, slightly ashamed, “I figured that this world inhabitants would at least offer some form of hospitality like their Equestrian counterparts, but I guess even some people slip through the cracks.

 

“And it looks like we’re back to square one in our own search. I’ll need to remind myself to do my own research of these “Internet” apps before downloading them, instead of picking the first one that pops up on my browser. But bear in mind EDNA, we we’re far from the first people who’ve had their share of misdirection.” EDNA perked up intently to listen.

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Even Princess Twilight had her fair share of disappointing results when dealing with the Dazzlings. Once she had arrived, she and her five human counterparts tried the very same tactic they used with Demon Sunset: Using the Elements of harmony to purge the evil from its host. They even made an attempt to ambush the Dazzlings at the opening party of the Battle of the Bands, hoping that with them exposed, the entire school would be enough to drive them off.

 

Unfortunately, that effort didn’t really go as planned. Even as they tried to use the “Power of Friendship” against the Dazzlings, they instead got a whole lot of nothin’, as the magic somehow refused to activate. Not to mention, from what rumors I’ve managed to gather, they all looked pretty ridiculous in the attempt.

This “attack” against the Dazzlings backfired considerably, as it not only fueled the competitive nature of the school against the Rainbooms, but also revealed their identities to the Sirens. Even if the Rainbooms were immune the Siren’s song, the fact that they each were imbued with Equestrian Magic made them very special in this battle. If the Dazzlings got a hold of that power, they could easily return to their glory days as choral conquerors.

 

Despite their rather embarrassing attempt at taking down the Dazzlings, Twilight managed to deduce why their magic didn’t activate in the presence of the Sirens. Apparently, “zapping them good” wasn’t a viable attack strategy at this point. The fault of this tactic wasn’t just the wrong type magic to fight the Dazzlings, but also how the magic was wielded in this case. Because the Sirens themselves were using their songs to enthrall the rest of the students, then perhaps a similar technique was need to fight them: A “musical counter-spell” as it were.

 
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EDNA let out a rather dull-sounding blip, commenting how cheesy this sounded.

 

“Look, I know it sounds a bit corny EDNA, but you’d be surprised how much influence the power of music can have towards others.” The Storyteller retorted.

 

EDNA simply uttered a disapproved warble.

 

“Well, it’s a much better option then simply stumbling about trying find a better solution. Having the idea of a counter-spell is at least better then having no counter-spell; I’m no magical expert after all.” The Storyteller paused, “Well, not yet at least.” EDNA let out a condescending beep, which the Storyteller ignored as he looked around. “Speaking of stumbling about, that tactic doesn’t seem to be doing us any favors today.”

 

As he looked over his surroundings, he spotted one particular building that piqued his interest.

 

“Maybe that pawn shop over there may yield some fruit to our investigation.” He gestured as he beckoned EDNA to follow.

 

EDNA offered a series of questioning beeps as they neared the shop.

 

“Well, pawn shops are excellent sources on rumors and information. People from all over the city may come around to sell off items that they don’t need anymore, and hopefully the Dazzlings themselves visited here to earn a few bucks; they’d definitely need it if they were going to survive in this world after the debacle of the Battle of the Bands.” The Storyteller answered, “Plus, I’d figured it would help us a lot more to ask for directions from actual professional adults this time around.” He admitted in an irked tone. EDNA couldn’t help but agree with a robotic snicker as they entered, setting off the shopkeeper bell.

And FINALLY, the second chapter of "The Equestria Girls Lore" series is finally UP!

I'm really sorry that it took so long to finally come out. It's been a hectic life-changing year and a half for me, so I didn't have that much time to sit down and organize my writing. This was a heck of a chapter to write, especially being the most popular of the Equestria Girls movie. Though, I have a feeling the next chapter will be a treat to write and may come out a lot faster, since now the Storyteller has some new "Companions" to tell stories to.

I want to give a shout out to, of course, Shoddycast for once again creating probably the best lore teacher for the Fallout series; and even though this is old news, I want to thank them again for their tribute to this fic with their episode dedication. Check it out if you guys have the time.

I also want to give a special thanks to LanceOmnikron and Tarbtano, two very good friends of mine for taking time out of their days to edit my fic. Thanks guys, every bit helps.

Also, because deviantart won't accept word document because it's TOO big, I have to seperate the story into seperate "parts". XP

Stay tuned for the next chapter everyone, as the Dazzlings will soon find out that not everyone is as gifted as controlling magic as they once were, even down to a science....
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