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MP - Machiavellian Anonymous & Unfaithful Twi (Complete)
By ImDoingMyPartCreated: 2023-01-24 02:36:36
Expiry: Never
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> Be Prince Anonymous.
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> And you can scarcely believe the information set out before you.
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> Yet here it was, clear as day.
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> Pictures, of your wife...
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> Your wife betraying you.
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> One of your contacts said they had something juicy for you, but you had never expected...
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"How much?"
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> You keep your voice even.
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> The lanky stallion shuffles slightly. They're always so easily intimidated.
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> "Six-hundred bits. A thousand if you want the name of the stallion."
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> Hmm. Quite the high offer.
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> An unreasonable offer.
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"I'll give you five-hundred for the pictures and the stallion's name."
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> A more reasonable offer, you thought.
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> The stallion's scoff suggested otherwise.
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> "I know how much you don't want this to get out. My price remains the same."
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> You hated when they knew they had a good hand.
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> But maybe you could convince him otherwise.
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> You swiveled your chair around, facing the gardens outside your window.
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"And I know how much you enjoy staying out of prison, Featherweight."
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"I'm being generous by offering you anything at all. And suddenly I'm in no mood to negotiate."
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> "But your reputation-"
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> You silence him with a gesture of your hand.
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"My reputation will remain sterling, if not improved by this information. It's my wife who would suffer."
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"I'll not ask again, Featherweight."
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> You hear him shuffle from behind you.
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> He then gives an exasperated sigh.
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> "Fine. It was Private First-Class Flash Sentry, sir."
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> You hear the photos drop onto the desk.
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"Perfect. Simmer will compensate you on your way out."
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> You gesture with your hand that he's free to go, and the door opens behind him.
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"It's been a pleasure."
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> He grunts, then turns to leave.
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> The door closes.
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> Your arm lashes out.
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> A fifteen-thousand bit vase is the victim of your rage.
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> A gift from a Gryphon delegation.
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> It was almost three millennia old.
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> Shattered on the floor.
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> This was unfortunate.
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> Very unfortunate.
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> Much of what you had built was dependent on your relationship to Twilight.
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> Your status as Prince was what had enabled you to build political capital.
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> It enabled you to start building up a repertoire of secrets.
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> Your livelihood depended on you maintaining that title, if this information got out...
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> But it wouldn't. Because you could stop it.
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> Because secrets were your profession. Usually they just weren't so close to your identity.
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> And usually keeping them secret didn't hurt so badly.
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> But most importantly, you had to stop this from happening again.
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> Twilight wouldn't cheat with just anyone, she's not quite so stupid as to risk her reputation carelessly.
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> This Flash Sentry must have some strong connection, something irreplaceable.
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> So really, covering this up was more a matter of dealing with him at this point.
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> Getting up, you walked over to a bookcase.
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> Pulling back the "Tome of Cyclical Entropy," the wall begins to shift.
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> Revealing your pride and joy.
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> Behind the false door, row-upon-row of filing cabinets.
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> Dirt on just about every person on this damn world.
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> Knowing exactly where to go, you navigate the room flawlessly until you reach it.
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> A cabinet labelled "E. Royal Guard - Canterlot Region."
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> Pulling it open, you move to guard assignments to Ponyville.
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> It doesn't take you long to find Flash, but you have almost nothing on him.
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> So this would have to be indirect.
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> The Captain of the Ponyville Guard was one "Gilded Light."
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> Opening his file, a grin spread across your face.
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> You did so love the game.
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> Closing it, you return the rest and close the cabinet, taking it with you back to your office.
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> You carefully navigate the shattered porcelain of the vase.
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> As you take your seat in your comfortable chair, you pull out a quill from the desk.
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> Some parchment from a cabinet.
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> And you begin to machinate.
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"Dear Captain Light."
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> Best to begin formal.
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"I am writing you regarding one Miss Shining Diamond."
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> And hit hard, and fast.
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"I am well acquainted with your improprieties with her."
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> Appear civil.
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"I hope dearly that you know the cost of infidelity in Saddle Arabia."
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> But make clear the threat.
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"If you wish to avoid a political catastrophe which could cost you your life..."
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> The threat to him.
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"And the possible costs to your family."
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> The threat to what he holds dear.
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"I have only one request."
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> Make the task easy.
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"You will order Private First Class Flash Sentry to stand guard alone at the Babbling Brook."
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> And show how simple it will be for him to keep this all safe.
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"His posting will be beside the Everfree."
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> Leave no details out.
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"Burn this letter after reading it. Tell no one, I will know if you do."
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> And make clear your power.
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"Further instructions will follow."
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> And that was all it took.
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> You'd have Flash out of the way in no time.
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> And then you'd only have to deal with your unfaithful wife.
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> Looking at yourself in the mirror, you carefully adjusted your tie to make sure it lined up perfectly.
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> Appearances were important, after all.
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> You had to make sure this event was memorable.
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"Sapphire, the platinum cuff-links, please."
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> "At once, my Prince."
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"And the matching crown, as well."
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> The blue-toned pony bowed, making an affirmative noise, before backing out of your room.
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> Moving over to the window, you looked out over Canterlot proper.
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> Your suite at the Castle was a thing of beauty.
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> An amazing view of the city.
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> While your wife lived in her castle in Ponyville, you stayed mostly in Canterlot.
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> At the castle which still represented the heart of Equestrian government.
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> Making regular trips out to the township, of course.
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> It was a necessity. Ponyville was still a backwater. There was little in the way of political gain to be made there.
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> You had carefully arranged political cover for your trip to Ponyville.
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> Ordinarily, if there was a threat, you would have someone else take care of it.
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> There was too much political risk in addressing a problem yourself.
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> But this 'Flash Sentry' had made things personal.
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> He had opted to not only risk Twilight's entire life, but yours.
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> That was something that called for action.
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> And you fully intended to deal with him yourself.
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> It had been too long since you had gotten to enjoy any real fun, anyhow.
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> While the game was still fun from afar, you missed the personal touch.
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> But you required a solid alibi. Or your wife would know something was up.
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> So you pulled a few strings.
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> The door opens behind you.
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> "Your cuff-links and crown, sir."
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"Thank you, Sapphire."
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> The train ride was luxurious, but it was what you were accustomed to.
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> You spent the duration of it looking over plans for an extension to the Manehattan train network.
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> Unlike your fellow Royals, who tended to delegate most of their labour, you preferred the personal touch.
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> It was what had made you so beloved amongst the populace.
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> Upon your initial arrival, you had been reviled; the ponies were a naturally suspicious lot.
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> But you had struggled endlessly to make the inroads necessary to win the hearts of the people.
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> In no small part by winning the heart of a princess.
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> And it was that focus on the individual issues that had won you that reputation.
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> That, combined with your ability to get what needed to be done finished.
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> Your door opened, a servant bringing in a cup of coffee.
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> "Your beverage, sir."
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"Thank you, Collar. An incredibly prompt delivery, I must say."
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> Even the stuffy old stallion becomes bashful at your comment.
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> "You flatter me, sir."
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> Of course you flattered him.
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> Flattery got you everywhere with the average citizen.
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> Made you seem humble, real. Something tangible.
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> Where their princesses were their deities, you were their messiah.
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> When the door closed, you returned to looking over the expansion.
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> It was a good distraction from the struggles that would be ahead of you.
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> Your purpose in Ponyville was ostensibly covered. You were opening a new orphanage this evening.
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> 'Anonymous' Home for The Hopeful.' Funded by one Filthy Rich.
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> One Filthy Rich with a lot of secrets.
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> But you only hoped you didn't encounter Twilight this evening.
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> You knew she would be in Ponyville, and likely know about your event.
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> But you couldn't predict what your reaction would be to seeing her.
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> You knew you had to keep your cool...
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> But you must confess, it stung. Harshly.
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> Hopefully she would wait until after Flash was dealt with.
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> Upon disembarking your train, you almost immediately spotted Mayor Mare.
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> And you also spot a veritable flood of the press.
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> They hounded you everywhere. You were a bit of a celebrity, after all.
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> Your guards move out to hold back the tide of press while you move towards the Mayor.
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> You had won her innumerable political battles in exchange for information in the early days.
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> It's why there was still a Mayor in this town when a Princess ruled it directly.
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> Something otherwise illogical.
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> As if there would ever be a 'Mayor of Canterlot,' for instance.
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> You address her.
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"Mayor Mare! It's such a pleasure."
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> "My Prince! It's been too long since I've seen you personally!"
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> You lift the small mare up into an embrace, and you hear the snapping of cameras behind you.
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> Putting her down, you brush a lock of hair out of her face.
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"Why, I was here not two weeks ago and saw neither hide nor hair of your beauty."
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> She gets a little flustered.
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> "Well, you could've dropped by City Hall! You know my door's always open for you!"
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> It's always hard to tell if she's playing the game quite like you are.
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> Or perhaps she's genuinely an admirer, like the rest.
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> You preferred to believe the former. Made it easier to deal with.
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"But I suppose we mustn't waste time with pleasantries. The sun's already falling and I have a ribbon to cut!"
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> She laughs and swats you with a hoof.
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> The mayor says to follow her, and you do, your guards moving with you.
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> You look to your watch.
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> Flash would be at his post now.
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> Your mind wanders briefly as to whether this is the right course of action.
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> When you look up, you notice you've fallen behind a bit from the Mayor, and pick up the pace.
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> Always have to look busy.
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> Because even if you spend every waking moment working for Equestria...
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> If it doesn't look like it, then they won't think you are.
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> And that's guaranteed to lose you the favour of the people.
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"And thus, it is my pleasure to officially declare Anonymous' Home for the Hopeful open for business!"
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> You bring down the giant scissors on the big red ribbon, slicing it in two.
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> As you open the doors, a bunch of foals run into the building.
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"And of course, to prove that this is a home fit for a prince, I'll be staying the night!"
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> The thundering roar of hooves on the ground echo through the township.
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> A rousing applause, merely for cutting a ribbon and giving them your presence.
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> The foals were for show, of course. The orphanage wouldn't open until tomorrow.
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> You had need of the building for tonight. Those foals would be put up at the local hotel for the evening.
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> Looking at the crowd, your entourage begin to disperse them as you move into the building with the Mayor.
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> "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Anonymous. Every time you stop by it seems a big boon for my career."
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"Happy to help, Mayor. I'm sure you realize this helps me as much as it helps you."
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> She chuckles, hiding her face behind her hoof.
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> "Oh as if you need political help. Everyone loves you."
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> You chuckle lightly.
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"I do seem to have that effect on people. But I'm sure you need to get home, Mayor. I won't keep you."
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> She bashfully kicks her hoof.
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> "Oh, I always have time for you, My Prince. But I suppose we can carry on tomorrow."
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> You move to escort her to the exit.
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"I'll see you in the morning, then?"
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> "You can bet on it!"
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> You watch her until she's firmly out of sight, before closing the door.
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> You turn to your Guard Captain, an imposing Gryphon.
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"Talon, I want you to watch this door and the windows."
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"No one comes in, no one looks in. If Twilight comes by, one of you stall and the other notify me."
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"In no other circumstance am I to be disturbed."
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> He snaps a sharp salute.
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> "Yes, Sir!"
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> Good.
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> You remove your crown and wrist-cuffs, placing them on the table.
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> You likewise remove your blazer, and place it over one of the dining chairs.
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> You roll up your sleeves.
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> Moving around the rear-portion of the orphanage, you head near the stairwell to the second floor.
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> Behind the stairs is a door, leading down to the basement.
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> Which you take.
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> And once downstairs, you go through the trapdoor beside the icebox.
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> In the sterile room there is a single occupant.
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> Your prize for the night. Bound and gagged.
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> Strapped to a table.
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> Yes, you think you'll have fun tonight.
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> You did miss the personal touch.
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"Hello, Private First-Class."
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> A voice draws you from your slumber.
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> Cracking open your eyes takes considerable effort.
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> And the intense light from the top of the stairs blinds you.
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> You move a hand to cover your eyes, and avert your gaze.
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> "My Prince, it's six-thirty."
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> You groan loudly.
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> You should have stopped earlier last night.
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> But he kept on going.
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> So you had to.
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> Your bones feel rusty as you move up into a sitting position.
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> Snaps and crackles all the way.
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> Your eyes finally adjusting, you can see your Guard Captain at the top of the stairs in the light.
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"Thank you, Talon."
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> He makes an affirmative noise, turning to leave.
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> The small door closes, returning you to the relative darkness of the cellar.
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> Small, magic-powered lamps are around the room, but they provide little light.
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> Grime cakes your once immaculate white dress shirt and vest.
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> Pulling yourself up from the floor, you nearly slip.
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> Seems you passed out in a wet spot, a terrible shame.
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> Your whole body moves slowly, aching from sleeping on a stone floor.
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> Looking down at yourself, long red splotches stain your clothes.
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> Beyond any hope of cleaning, you supposed.
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> Slowly, your hand moves to the buttons of your vest, and you discard it.
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> Then your dress shirt.
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> But the pants stay.
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> You stand tall, stretching to shake off the stiffness in your joints.
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> Your immaculate form glistening in the wetness.
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> Seems the stains weren't limited to your clothes.
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> Your gaze draws over to a table on the far side of the room, holding what you needed.
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> It was the only immaculate portion of the room, you had required that it remain so.
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> You move over, slowly, to the table, and hear something snap under your foot.
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> A long, white, yet thin stick.
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> Reminded you of a chicken wing from back home, if it was oversized.
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> Ignoring it, you continue to the desk, and pull yourself up on it.
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> You sit beside the object of your affection, your back against the wall.
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> A solid oak box, with Twilight's cutie mark emblem emblazoned on the lock.
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> Reaching down into your pants pocket, you withdrew a small key.
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> And slid it slowly into the box.
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> And as you pulled it back, it revealed perhaps your greatest treasure.
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> One of the only things you got to keep when you arrived.
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> Six cigars, Cubans.
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> Originally of twelve.
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> It was a terrible shame this world didn't have Tobacco.
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> Or at least some pony equivalent of Cuba, to reminisce at.
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> In the second compartment, your lighter.
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> Specially engraved, although you had no idea what the engraving meant.
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> You had forgotten a lot of your previous life, but you remembered what these were.
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> Flicking the lighter on, you put the cigar in your mouth.
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> You light the tip, and inhale deeply.
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> The hot feeling of smoke in your lungs makes you feel alive.
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> After holding it in for a second, you exhale slowly.
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> Letting the fire roll out of you.
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> And as it finishes...
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> You begin to speak.
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"You know, Flash, I detest murder."
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> The room remains completely silent, save your breath.
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> You take another long drag from the cigar.
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"It's terribly ineffective. Leaves too many holes to cover up."
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> You look at the state of the room before you.
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"Too much mess to clean."
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> Another drag.
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"But it's not all about the practicality. There's a personal reason."
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> The cigar is draining quickly, and you feel strength returning to your limbs.
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> Your impressive physique flexes, shaking away the stiffness.
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> The room is rapidly filling with smoke.
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"I don't like to end a life. I know it's not who I was before I came here."
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> Standing back up with the cigar, you approach the table where Flash was initially bound.
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> It's vacant now.
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> It's occupant had gone on quite an adventure.
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> Your fingers run along the shoddy wood.
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> It wasn't well built, but it didn't need to be.
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> It just needed to hold him still 'till you got here.
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"It's why I'm smoking now. Because I feel like..."
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> You pause, looking for an apropros thing to say.
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"If I'm going to take away something from you that is so precious, I should lose something too."
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> You clenched the Cigar end between your teeth, holding it there to free up your hands.
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> You picked up your vest from the floor, and laid it out nicely on the table.
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"Something from myself before I became this."
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> The cigar is nearly done.
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> You once again withdraw it to your hand, as you meander over to the lump in the corner.
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> It's not moving.
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> And it's certainly not the same colour it started out as.
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"I'm not sure what I'll do when I run out."
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> You kneel down, observing the lump.
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> There was little in the way of defining characteristics left.
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"But I do hope you understand, I didn't choose to do this lightly."
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> You rub out the nub of the cigar on the ruined corpse.
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> No reaction.
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> Not even a twitch.
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> Your work was truly done.
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> Moving back up, you gather up your vest and shirt.
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> You would leave the box for another to collect.
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> You couldn't risk sullying it further.
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> You then turn around, and look toward the door.
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> You pause for a moment.
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"I'm sorry it had to be this way. You could have avoided this."
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> You begin to move.
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"But you chose a fight you couldn't possibly win."
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> You're at the exit quickly.
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> You look back one last time.
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> And give a little salute.
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"Rest in peace, Private."
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> Climbing the stairs back up to the main room, you see Talon waiting for you.
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> Along with two of his subordinate Gryphons.
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> You hold out your clothes for one of the subordinates to take, which they do.
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"Burn them, there's a fireplace in the dining hall of the building."
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> He looks briefly to Talon, who gestures for him to go.
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> The Gryphon takes off quickly.
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"I'll be taking a shower. I expect that room to be collapsed before I finish."
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> Talon snaps a sharp salute.
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> "It will be done, My Prince. A new suit is in the bathroom."
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> He gestures to a specific door in the hallway.
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> A smile spreads across your face.
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"Thank you, I can't imagine what I'd do without you."
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> You move into the bathroom, and turn on the shower.
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> Taking off your pants and undergarments, you jump in immediately.
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> The water is like ice, but it feels like sweet relief.
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> The water flowing off you is tinged crimson.
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> Taking some of the soap, you begin to lather yourself.
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> This was reckless, you knew.
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> Coming here in person, you mean.
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> But sometimes principle overwhelmed logic.
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> And under the cold water, you knew you would be fine.
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> Your sins were washing right down the drain.
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> But as you look at the drain, you notice not all of it goes down so well.
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> A bright orange feather, tinged red.
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> Must've stuck to you with the caked on grime.
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> Picking it up, the red drains from it under the water.
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> As you turn off the water, you carry the feather with you out of the shower.
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> Your put on your shirt and new pair of of pants.
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> Your new vest.
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> And your blazer, from last night, with the cuff-links.
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> You slide the feather into one of the inside pockets of the blazer.
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> And lastly, you put on your crown.
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> You had returned from the darkness.
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> And there was only one problem left on your mind.
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> You're sitting before the fireplace of the orphanage.
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> Watching the flame waver back and forth.
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> Your foot tapping on the floor.
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> Now the real battle began.
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> You were entirely unsure how precisely you were going to handle the situation with Twilight.
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> And that disturbed you.
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> You never left things to chance.
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> The dim sizzle of what was once an incredibly expensive suit smouldered in the fireplace.
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> The ashes would need to be removed as well.
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> But you had no viable solution to the problem presented to you.
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> Divorce would crush everything you have worked so hard to achieve.
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> And if you challenged her on her affair, it would reveal your complicity in Flash's disappearance.
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> While you had plenty of material to control Twilight's silence with...
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> Experience has taught you that princesses are volatile, and difficult to manage with your trade.
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> You look away from the flames, your eyes closing.
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> None of the scheming mattered.
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> You knew you couldn't bring yourself to control her.
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> While the rational side of your mind said to play her...
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> You knew you couldn't.
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> You rose up, and moved over to the window.
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> You couldn't sit still.
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> There was so much at stake.
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> Your father had always said 'Great men know their strengths.'
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> 'The Greatest men know their weaknesses.'
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> You couldn't even remember the man.
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> But you remembered the phrase.
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> She was your Achilles' Heel, your one weakness.
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> What an irony.
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> What is a man to do when his weakness turns on him itself?
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> Twilight was invulnerable, to most of the populace.
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> You had made sure of that.
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> Because...
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> Because you loved her.
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> Which was tainted now, forever.
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> Every time you saw her face you would remember those pictures.
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> How in the hell could you ever be intimate again.
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> She would know something was up, immediately.
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> You prided yourself on your ability to put up a face to match any occasion.
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> And yet she could always tell when you were out of sorts.
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> And always find a way to cheer you up.
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> Your hand runs up through your hair, and you find it still damp.
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> Hell, you doubt you can keep your mask on just speaking with her.
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> A circumstance which was rapidly approaching.
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> A subtle rage brewed in you.
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> The rage of uncertainty.
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> You withdraw your key from your pocket, and run your thumb along it's grooves.
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> For now, you would have to keep it under wraps.
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> At least until Flash was long forgotten.
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> For all you know, she might tell you about it.
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> Beg for forgiveness, the whole nine.
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> That would complicate things even further, it occurred to you.
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> But had she intended to do that, she would've been at the train station.
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> So you supposed guilt was likely what she was feeling.
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> The grooves of the key are wearing a cut into your thumb.
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> And as a product of that, an unwillingness to approach you.
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> It was the most logical explanation of how you managed to evade seeing her all night.
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> You were prepared with a whole song and dance to avoid her if she showed.
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> When you had a plan, you could do anything.
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> You just boiled down your action to the steps.
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> It was how you dealt with stress, ignore the surrounding context.
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> Focus on what you need to do.
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> But your brain wouldn't permit it, here.
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> You knew the easiest solution to your problem.
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> Blueblood had mentioned it repeatedly over the course of your time in Canterlot.
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> How it is that he remains a permanent Prince without a Princess or a pair of wings.
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> His dearly departed.
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> How easy it would be.
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> Your mind immediately conjures the full plan.
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> A poisoned chalice, with Baktic Acid.
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> Uniquely found in the Falstad Republic, a Minotaur country.
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> Invite the ambassador back, as an act of good will.
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> Your thumb stopped running along the key.
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> Political tensions already festered between the nations.
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> Twilight had already spoken down to an ambassador.
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> An assassination would be expected.
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> Your foot stops tapping.
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> There's a knock at the door, and your guards answer it.
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> You could mourn Twi to win their hearts...
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> And when the war inevitably started up
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> Lead battles to win their minds.
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> You can see yourself, standing in the field, donning Equestrian armor.
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> Commanding the ponies in battle.
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> And in doing so uniting Equestria...
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> And destroying one of its enemies.
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> And becoming more beloved than ever before for leading despite your hardship.
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> The familiar voice of Mayor Mare at the door.
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> It would be so easy to accomplish.
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> You knew you could best the Republic.
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> And it would help Equestria.
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> Your heartbeat slows.
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> The sound of hoofsteps entering the orphanage.
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> The plan gives you comfort, a feeling of familiarity.
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> An ability to detach yourself from reality.
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> But you know it to be a false confidence.
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> The plan failed to account for you.
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> And your weakness.
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> When the sound of steps reaches the entrance to your room, you turn.
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> A friendly smile on your face.
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> Not a sign of stress upon you.
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"Mayor! I hope you slept well!"
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> And the game begins anew.
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> "Why yes! You don't get to look this good without your beauty sleep!"
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> The mare slowly sauntered across the room until she could speak in a lower tone.
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> "The paperwork is filed for Flash's 'transfer.'"
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> A small smile spreads across your face.
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"I appreciate it, Mayor. Can't imagine where I'd be without you."
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> She titters, poking your leg with a hoof.
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> "Don't mention it, Anon. Anything you ever need."
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> And she bumps your leg with her flank.
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> "And I do mean anything."
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> She's definitely playing the game.
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> And you love it. There are so few who appreciated the art like you did.
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"I'll have to keep that in mind. Care to have lunch?"
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> You were stalling.
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> You knew you had to go to the Castle, but you needed more time.
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> Time to compartmentalize your encounter with Twilight.
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> The Mayor strikes a dramatic pose.
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> "Why Prince Anonymous, I would be delighted. You sure your wife won't mind?"
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> She might.
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> Twilight had always been a protective mare, a little controlling.
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> It was in her nature, you supposed.
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> Like you, she craved structure.
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> Things following a neatly laid plan.
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> It was what had drawn you to her.
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> It was what had drawn her to you.
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> She exposed you to a whole other dimension of organizing, the study of magic.
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> While not innately capable of casting yourself...
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> You had designed a number of devices based on its principles.
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> Like the special watch you wore on your wrist right now.
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> In return you had exposed her to a far more complicated field of planning.
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> The study of politics.
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"I'm sure she won't mind if I'm a little late to visit."
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> On your way out of the orphanage, you see quite a number of foals waiting outside.
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> Alongside the press, who had returned to catch the Prince in the morning.
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"Good morning, my little ponies!"
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> A roar of approval surged through the crowd.
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"I think I can safely say this home is one of the comfiest around, and perfectly fit for the best little foals in Equestria!"
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> You kneel down and pick one up, ruffling her mane.
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> A little dark blue filly.
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> She giggles and swats at your hand to try and get you to stop.
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> You grin as you place her atop your head, giving her a piggy-back ride.
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"But I think all of you deserve a treat, first. Ice cream's on the crown today!"
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> Yet more cries of approval, and a horde of foals swarming around you.
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> The filly on your shoulders makes a squee of happiness.
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> You start making your way to the local ice cream parlour, carefully avoiding stepping on anypony.
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> It occurred to you that knowing Twilight, she had to have some sort of plan in motion.
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> It would be unlike her to dive into an affair without checks in place.
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> She's typically not so reckless as to risk getting caught.
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> Flashes of cameras surround you, and you take it in stride, leading your troupe of foals to their destination.
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> The Mayor is at your side, chatting to a young colt.
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> You were surprised she didn't have foals of her own, actually.
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> Nor a stallion, for that matter.
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> A family was a political asset.
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> Especially given the political climate in Ponyville rapidly changing...
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> Before long, this little town would be a metropolis like Manehattan or Canterlot.
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> Being the seat of royalty tended to do that to a town.
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> And with that population, political challengers would arise.
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> Perhaps it was time to discuss her political future.
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> Well, that could wait.
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> You had appearances to keep up for now.
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"Here it is! Go in and order whatever you want, you little rascals!"
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> The filly on your shoulders practically leaps off to enter the shop.
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> Foals.
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> You were sitting in the ice cream parlour listening to one little foal tell a story.
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> Well, pretending to listen anyway.
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> You had a remarkable talent for pretending.
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> The shop owner had practically exploded with joy at your presence.
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> Oddly, not even at the financial impact of such a big purchase.
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> Nor the further financial incentives of association with your name in the press.
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> She just gushed over you from behind the counter.
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> When you had called her by name...
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> 'Bubblegum Swirl, how could I forget the owner of the best Ice Cream shop in Equestria?'
-
> She had practically exploded with glee that you remembered her.
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> It was amazing what an impact you had on these ponies.
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> But sadly, your mind remained many miles away.
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> Your meeting with Twilight grew ever closer.
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> In fact, you'd probably have to head there once all the foals were done.
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> To visit your loving wife.
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> It was a struggle to keep a grimace off of your face.
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> But you couldn't risk it with the cameras all around you.
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> The foal has wrapped up his story.
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> You start clapping your hands, the rest of the foals follow your example.
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"Why, that was terrific Skystreak! You'll be the next Shakespone yet!"
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> The colt blushes, but excitedly jumps up and down.
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> "You really think so? Thanks mister Nononymoose!"
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> You let out a chuckle.
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> You ruffle his hair as well as you stand up.
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"Well, fillies and colts, I fear I must be off to go visit my princess."
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> A collective 'awwwwwwwwh' cries out through the shop.
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> Including one from the owner.
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> Adorable.
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"But you lot can feel free to drop by the castle any time I'm in town. That's a promise."
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> That made their expressions do a 180. A cheer erupts.
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> The instructors start shepherding out the foals.
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> Chiding them about the ice cream on their faces.
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> "Good luck, My Prince."
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> The Mayor had snuck up beside you, giving you a grin.
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> She gives you a pat on the back of the leg before following out the swarm.
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> It was time.
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> As you approach the castle, the media frenzy remains relentless.
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> Constant pictures, everywhere you went.
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> While it was sometimes annoying, you knew it was for the best.
-
> It was a constant reminder.
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> To keep up your face at all times, no matter what.
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> To never give the impression of the turmoil inside you.
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> Because a frown could provoke a national outcry.
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> An inquiry into who or what had wounded the normally exuberant prince so badly.
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> And that inquiry might find more than it has any business finding.
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> When you reach the courtyard of the castle, you hear your name cried out from above.
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> "Anon!"
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> Looking up, you see a lanky purple dragon flying down from one of the balconies.
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> Prince Spike.
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"Spike! It feels like it's been forever!"
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> The dragon doesn't stop as he glides low, tackling you onto your back.
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> He was bigger than you, now.
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> "That's because it HAS been forever! I've missed you!"
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> A tight hug envelops you.
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> You can feel the heat radiating from his inner fire.
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"Well miss no more, buddy. I'm here for a while."
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> You can see the grin spread across his face.
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> He adored you more than any other in Equestria.
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> You were partially responsible for his growth, after all.
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> You had worked your magic to learn about his specific breed's ageing habits.
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> It was part of what had won Twilight's affection so many years ago.
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> You pat the dragon on the side, signalling him to let you up.
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> He gets up off of you, and then helps you up.
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> The dust slides off your clothes itself.
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> Thank you, magic.
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> The giant grin remains on Spike's face.
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> "Well, c'mon! Twi's been locked up in her study for days. God knows on what."
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> "And we both know the only one who can break her out of that daze."
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> He does an eyebrow waggle.
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> You smile back.
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"I'll see what I can do."
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> Moving toward the castle proper, Spike begins to regale you with his exploits.
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> His romantic exploits, primarily.
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> The little Drake could have almost any mare he wanted.
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> He was royalty, after all.
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> Yet his sights remained set on his true love.
-
> The element of generosity.
-
> It stunned you that she remained single.
-
> It stunned you further that she continued to play coy to his advances.
-
> When Spike still looked young, it was understandable.
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> But now, you couldn't fathom why she didn't give in.
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> Perhaps she simply liked the chase.
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> As you pass the main entrance, you gesture to your guards that they were dismissed.
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> Only Talon remained, joining the Royal Guards in the castle courtyard.
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> He was fiercely loyal.
-
> You wondered when the poor sap had time to sleep, with how diligently he followed you.
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> But he was your most trusted advisor.
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> Apart from your wife, of course.
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> Hm.
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> Perhaps he had moved up in the ranks, you supposed.
-
> Entering the castle, you're immediately struck by a feeling of claustrophobia.
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> Like the walls are closing in on you.
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> You feel trapped.
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> Yet, through it all you persevere.
-
> While you were away from the cameras, you had Spike here.
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> And it would crush him to know that you were upset.
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> Especially if he were to discover the reason why.
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"So Spike, where's your sister hiding?"
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> "The archives, of course. She's barely been eating, too."
-
> So your guilt assumption was likely right.
-
> No doubt Spike was writing it off as her usually obsession with new knowledge.
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> At least she had the decency to be upset about her betrayal.
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> Looking around while walking, a thought strikes you.
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"Where are all the guards? This place is barren!"
-
> That was generally a bad sign.
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> Spike scratches the back of his head.
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> "Gilded Light has them all on a search. One of his guys went missing."
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> Oh?
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> Seems they would find out too late that Flash went to the mayor for a transfer.
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> A terrible shame, that.
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"Oh? Is Gilded here?"
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> Gilded in person, Light in letters.
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> The differentiation gave you more plausible deniability.
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> "Nope, he's out with the rest of them searching the Everfree."
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> Useful.
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> Walking by the door to his office, you distract Spike.
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"I don't recognize that statue..."
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> Of course you recognized the statue.
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> Spike looks at you with disbelief, before turning to the statue.
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> "That's a replica of Luna's first Night Guard, Silverwing! He's so awesome, this one time..."
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> And while he's distracted, with perfect timing, you withdraw a letter.
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> And slide it under the door.
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> It should keep Gilded Light's conscience clear.
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> And your footsteps covered.
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> As Spike wraps up his little tale, you comment.
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"Fascinating. Let's carry on, though. Gotta bust Twilight out of her trance."
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> The door to the Royal Archives.
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> You had spent many a day down there, learning everything about Equestria.
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> Its culture, its heroes, its history...
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> Its villains.
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> You knew the ins and outs of what every Equestrian thought the model citizen was.
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> And what they reviled in anypony.
-
> It was essential to crafting your political persona.
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> The archives even possessed knowledge of foreign cultures.
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> Every border state to Equestria, in fact.
-
> You and Twilight had spent months combing through the collective knowledge when it was uncovered.
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> It was initially sealed away, only uncovered by Spike accidentally.
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> There was something magical about it, that it seemed to perpetually generate new knowledge.
-
> News about recent events would be found in tombs in sections you and Twilight had picked clean.
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> It was the eternal source of joy for Twilight.
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> And where she went whenever stressed.
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> It was how she dealt with stress, absorbing knowledge.
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> It helped her keep her mind off the real world.
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> You knock lightly on the door.
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> But your intentions for subtlety are lost on Spike, who barges in.
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> "Twi! We've got company!"
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> You smiled.
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> Spike's presence would make a useful excuse for yourself.
-
> It would allow you to play the game when you encountered Twilight.
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> You did have to keep up appearances, after all.
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> And if you focused on that...
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> Then it wouldn't hurt so much.
-
> Entering the Archives, you close the door behind you.
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> The room always had a certain ambiance, with it's dark blue lights.
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> While you and Twilight had attempted to integrate regular lighting, it was always snuffed out.
-
> Twilight could never locate the source of the magic preventing the light.
-
> Looking ahead, you saw down the aisle Spike start descending a stairwell.
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> There were seven floors you knew of, and Twilight could be on any of them.
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> Better to follow the drake, he probably knew where she was.
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> Keeping up a brisk pace, you reach the stairs and follow him down.
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> All the while he's calling her name.
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> Yet no response comes.
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> Perhaps she's ignoring him, deeply involved in her studies.
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> It would be like her.
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> On the fourth floor, he exits the stairs.
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> As you exit the door, you recognize a voice.
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> "Hey, wussup?"
-
> Her voice.
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> She must've been sleeping. She sounds tired as tartarus.
-
> Even still, her voice is like silk in your ears.
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> "We've got company, Twi!"
-
> You turn around the stacks, and you can see them.
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> She sits at a table by dim blue light, from one of the magic candles.
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> "Who is it?"
-
> Spike gestures in your direction.
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> As she looks up, her eyes meet yours.
-
> Your heart seizes, for a moment you think she shot you.
-
> It's the only explanation for this pain.
-
> Your mouth feels full of cotton, and you struggle to swallow.
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> But you force the mask into position.
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> You had to keep up appearances.
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> For Spike, of course.
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"Hey, Sparky. I'm home."
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> Your mind tells you to move toward her.
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> But your body is frozen in place.
-
> Fortunately for you, she does the movement for you.
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> "Anon!"
-
> She cries out ecstatically.
-
> Jumping out of the chair, she gallops in your direction before taking flight.
-
> Much like Spike, she tackles your chest.
-
> Her hooves going around your shoulders.
-
> But unlike with Spike, you don't fall.
-
> You catch her and put your arms around her as well.
-
> The soft feeling of her hooves on your back feels like fire.
-
> Every point of contact is torturous.
-
> Her face snuggles into your chest.
-
> "I missed you..."
-
> A cringe briefly lights your features.
-
> How the hell could she maintain such an air of joy.
-
> How could she play the game so well, when you could barely do it.
-
> Assuming she's playing, that is.
-
> Perhaps you never meant as much to her as you thought...
-
> If she could ignore her betrayal like this.
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"I've missed you too, Sparks. It's been a while."
-
> The words are like poison in your mouth.
-
> They come out naturally, but burn away at you all the while.
-
> She looks up, obviously aiming for a kiss.
-
> But suddenly, hesitation.
-
> From both of you, it seemed.
-
> Rather than going for the lips, she went for your neck.
-
> And you went for her forehead, at the base of her horn.
-
> She was playing the game as well.
-
> She had to be.
-
> The alternative was too horrible.
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"Spike tattled, missus. Sounds like someone's been neglecting their food."
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> The dragon huffs over by the desk.
-
> But a large smile remained on his face seeing you two interact.
-
> That was what mattered.
-
> Appearances.
-
> She adjusts in your embrace so she can turn around.
-
> Looking over at Spike, she points a hoof, childishly laughing.
-
> "Traitor!"
-
> They briefly quibble about loyalties.
-
> The topic itself feels toxic to you.
-
> But worse, is the manner of their discussion.
-
> It feels so natural.
-
> So much like before.
-
> Gods, you wish it could go back to before.
-
> When you didn't have to pretend around her.
-
> The only one you could be yourself with, who understood you.
-
> And you had lost that rock.
-
> A cold fury is building in your chest, but you keep it in check.
-
> You would have to be your own rock.
-
> For the sake of Equestria, and all those within it.
-
"Well, on the plus side, your flanks are feeling more toned for it."
-
> That earns you an indignant "Hey!" from Twilight.
-
> And an uproarious laugh from Spike.
-
> Especially when a rumble from Twilight's stomach seals the deal.
-
> You let out a laugh.
-
> You hope that sounded natural.
-
> You gently let Twilight down, before gesturing towards the stairs.
-
"But as much as I appreciate them, we'd best get you some food, before you start eating books in your sleep again."
-
> As she moves past you, lightly responding to your comment, you still feel frozen in place.
-
> Your eyes following her as she moved to the stairs.
-
> She was beautiful.
-
> Why did she have to be so beautiful.
-
> Reaching the top of the stairs, you follow her out of the archives.
-
> The hallways remain barren.
-
> You needed to know that she was playing the game.
-
> That she was hurting too, under that relaxed face.
-
> It was a risk to bring up the subject, but your conscience demanded it.
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"So Spike tells me the guard's off looking for somepony?"
-
> Twilight briefly sputters.
-
> A great burden feels lifted from your shoulders.
-
> Her composure returns immediately.
-
> But that reaction was all you needed.
-
> "Yes, one of the junior members of the guard disappeared near the Everfree Forest."
-
> A terrible shame, that.
-
"Disappeared? Do they think it's desertion, or did some beastie nab him?"
-
> You can see her façade crack again.
-
> This time she can't fix it quite so fast.
-
> "Gilded Light said he wasn't sure yet, they were looking into it. They're all combing the forest now for a trace."
-
> Then he had played his part admirably.
-
> Ponies place such value on harmony, on trying to keep things the same.
-
> Never changing.
-
> The chaos of uncertainty frightens them.
-
> They'll do anything to keep the status quo, or at least the illusion of it.
-
> Sacrifice anypony else to maintain their own harmony.
-
> It's why you had to keep this marriage together.
-
> It would rend this country asunder otherwise.
-
> Sadly, in this case, you were the sacrifice.
-
> You reach the kitchens, where a chef immediately trots up to Twilight.
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> But you gesture with a hand for her to relax.
-
"Don't worry about it, Cuisine. I'll make us all some lunch."
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"Gotta prove that what you taught me stuck, right?"
-
> The chef mare blushes immensely, but capitulates, offering the kitchen up to you.
-
> The personal touch.
-
> While you were cooking, you sent Spike out to invite Talon in.
-
> In the early days, Talon had always refused to eat with you.
-
> "I could not disgrace the Fylkir by eating in his presence."
-
> A title you had earned among the Gryphons.
-
> It made it difficult for you to build the personal connections you liked in your business.
-
> You were working a number of frying pans.
-
> The title translated loosely to Peacekeeper.
-
> It was the most respected honorific in their culture.
-
> It was a religious title, really.
-
> While they were warlike by nature, and always aggressive...
-
> They valued peace all the more for it, believing those who could attain it to be Godlike.
-
> A fire flares up over Twilight's meal.
-
> Looking over it, you see it is ready, quite a bit before the rest.
-
> Such is the nature of vegetarian dishes.
-
> You put it under a heat lamp.
-
> Four years ago, you personally had stopped a civil war between member states of the Holy Accipi Empire.
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> In return, they declared you Fylkir, and offered you anything you could want from their people.
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> It was why you had a personal guard of Gryphons.
-
> The Empire was a political body formed of all the various independent Gryphon Kingdoms.
-
> They valued you as if you were one of their own, and felt the ponies were unworthy of protecting you.
-
> On the flip-side, the ponies thought the Gryphons were inappropriate for protecting their prince.
-
> But their presence is good for Equestria.
-
> It has shown the ponies that the Gryphons are not all blood-thirsty warmongers.
-
> And it has shown the Gryphons that the ponies could exemplify the core Accipi virtues.
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> Loyalty, Respect, and Self-Sacrifice.
-
> Those virtues made them the perfect confidants.
-
> The meat is done.
-
> You begin to plate the meals. Including one for Talon.
-
> Fortunately, you managed to convince Talon it was alright to eat in front of you over time.
-
> The poor Gryphon even used to pray to you.
-
> Now, you think, he prayed for you instead.
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"And Lunch is served!"
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> Setting down the meals in front of everyone, you took your seat.
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> Right beside Twilight, as always.
-
> The long table had two chairs at either end, and twelve along the sides.
-
> Talon and Spike both went for the seat right next to you.
-
> But Talon is a little faster, and Spike has to settle for next to Twilight.
-
> It never ceases to amuse you that Talon treats the rest of Equestria's royalty like commoners.
-
> Twilight gives a little indignant huff at the display.
-
> You clap your hands.
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"No sense standing on ceremony, let's dig in!"
-
> Spike and Talon tear into their food ravenously.
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> Spike, because he always did so.
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> Talon, because he hadn't eaten in hours, instead opting to stay at his post.
-
> Beside you, you hear Twilight sigh in contentment as she takes the first bite of her meal.
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> It was Eggplant Parmigiana, one of her favourite dishes.
-
> You always made it for her the first day you were visiting Ponyville.
-
> Spike was rambling on to Talon about something or other.
-
> Him and Talon had always had a mutual respect for one another, as outsiders.
-
> It was something you knew well from the early days.
-
> Your eyes return to Twilight.
-
> You were tempted to not make that dish this time.
-
> It felt like you were soiling those memories.
-
> But you and Twilight were creatures of habit, and everypony in the room knew it.
-
> Had you done otherwise, they might've picked up on it.
-
> And that would be unacceptable.
-
> Your knife cuts through the steak on your plate like butter.
-
> To most ponies, seeing carnivores eat meat was unsettling.
-
> But for some reason, Twilight had always been relaxed about it.
-
> She always said she understood, but you had no idea how.
-
> She always understood everything about you.
-
> You feel a hoof touch your nose.
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> Her soft, velvety hoof.
-
> You had been staring.
-
> "Bit for your thoughts?"
-
> Fuck.
-
> You were sloppy.
-
> The game demanded your constant attention.
-
> Yet you allowed yourself to be lulled into a false sense of security.
-
> Could you help it?
-
> Your former security blanket was right there.
-
> Gazing up at you with her big, beautiful eyes.
-
> It still awed you how she managed to keep this up.
-
> You had taught her well, it seemed.
-
"Can't I stare at the most beautiful mare in the world for a moment?"
-
> The truth behind that statement made it hurt more.
-
> Across from you, Spike makes a 'blech' expression, poking his tongue out.
-
> It was followed by a genuine smile, though.
-
> Twi moved up and pecked you on the nose.
-
> The small action sent a chill down your spine.
-
> And an ache through your heart.
-
> This was becoming intolerable.
-
> Keeping up your expression, you turned back to your food.
-
> You couldn't keep this up.
-
> It was emotional torture.
-
> How in the nine hells were you meant to keep this illusion up for the rest of your days?
-
> You needed to get away from the castle.
-
> There was never any structure while you were here.
-
> It was the one place where you allowed things to go with the flow.
-
> It was the one place where you usually didn't wear a mask.
-
> And you were having difficulty putting one on right now.
-
"So Twilight, I was thinking we could go out for dinner tonight."
-
> Take the bait...
-
> "Oh? Where to?"
-
"Aria's Hall. Been forever since we've had a real date night, hasn't it?"
-
> Her eyes light up with excitement.
-
> "Really?"
-
> You wonder if it's genuine.
-
> Aria's Hall was where you had taken her for your first date.
-
> It was very much so a high-society affair.
-
> Dinner, dancing, the whole lot.
-
> You'd been many times over the years, but it had been a while since your last visit.
-
> "But... Reservations there go back months, and I'd hate for somepony to lose their spot."
-
> "I'm not so sure we could just decide this on the fly."
-
> You were tired of playing politics.
-
> Playing romance would enable you to distract yourself from your emotions.
-
"I may have already arranged plans, but if you didn't want to..."
-
> It was a lie.
-
> You couldn't have possibly arranged such plans.
-
> But you wouldn't have a problem getting into Aria's Hall.
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> There was guaranteed to be a wealthy sap you could... persuade to give you his reservation.
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> But when you saw the big smile spread across her face.
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> Her mouth is covered in sauce.
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> You knew you would do anything for her.
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> "Well then, I can't rightly say no now can I?"
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> Excellent.
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> "But, I'll need to get ready! I can't go there looking like I've been sleeping on a bunch of books for days!"
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> It was true, she didn't look in tip-top shape.
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> Her mane was sticking out at random angles.
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> Her fur ruffled.
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> Her feathers in dire need of a preening.
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> And yet she was still perfection in your eyes.
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> Why...
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> She pushed back the chair, and got up.
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> "I'm going to have to go see the stylist. Cuisine will clean up the plates!"
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> "See you tonight, Anon!"
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"6:30, Sparky."
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> You'd find a spot at that time.
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> "Gotcha!"
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> She spreads her wings, and flies out of the room at incredible speed.
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> With that done, you turn to Talon.
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"Find me those reservations. You know who to contact."
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> "Yes, my Prince."
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> Within a split second, he's gone as well.
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> Leaving only you and Spike.
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> He breathes deeply, before looking over to you.
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> "You guys are so adorkable."
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> The dragon's comment strikes a nerve.
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> Once upon a time, you found such a comment to be a compliment.
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> Now, it hurt.
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> Because it was referring to nothing but a construction.
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> A falsity, built out of necessity. An illusion of happiness.
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> But you don't let it show.
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"I do try to be ever entertaining, Spike. Have you got any plans with the missus tonight?"
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> Spike sighs.
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> "As if. Rarity's impossible to woo, I'm almost tempted to give up at this point."
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> It would probably be for the best.
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> But those were not the words he wanted to hear.
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"Hah! Those sound like quitter's words, and I know you're not a quitter."
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> You point your fork at him.
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"I'll have Talon rustle me up a second reservation for you, I expect you and her there at 6:30 sharp mister."
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> Panic sets in on his eyes.
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> "But Anon!"
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"No excuses! Get to it bucko!"
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> In a panic, he jumps out of his seat and tries to run the way Twi and Talon did.
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> He falls briefly, but continues out.
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> You laugh lightly as he makes his way out of the room.
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> You let out a deep sigh.
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> Your heart is finally beginning to settle down.
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> It's been almost ten minutes since everypony else left the room.
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> Leaving just you here.
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> Cuisine had dropped by once, to collect the dishes.
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> But you had told her you were not quite done.
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> Without even looking, she had left.
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> You could finally think straight, and work on how you intended this evening to go.
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> If your mind was focused on making the date perfect, then you would be fine.
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> So long as you had structure, you could handle it.
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> But your mind had been torn asunder.
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> You felt emotions you hadn't known personally for a long time.
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> Doubt. Fear. Sadness.
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> You had spent your entire life building up walls against those feelings.
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> And Twilight had torn them down from the inside.
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> As your eyes gazed over, they once again caught Twilight's plate.
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> Half-finished.
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> She had never left anything of that dish behind.'
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> Not once, in all the years you were married.
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> Not even if Celestia demanded her immediate presence.
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> You casually lifted up the plate.
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> And threw it at the wall.
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> It was a priceless artifact.
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> An irreplaceable part of the castle, having come with it from the Tree of Harmony.
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> And yet, as it shattered against the wall, spreading the leftover meal everywhere...
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> And fractured crystals across the floor...
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> You felt a certain satisfaction.
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> The heat in your chest subsided.
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> It was time to plan.
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"Cuisine, if you wouldn't mind, I accidentally dropped a plate..."
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> Looking at yourself in the mirror, you gave a whistle.
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> Looking impeccable as ever.
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> Not a sign of distress upon your features.
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> It was getting close to 6:30, and you had seen neither hide nor hair of Twilight.
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> In that time you had briefly worked out, and changed your suit.
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> And occasion as formal as Aria's Hall demanded something a little different.
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> As such, you were now wearing a tuxedo, an incredibly expensive one at that.
-
> Personally designed by one of your wife's friends.
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> A pony with whom one of your closest friends was deeply infatuated.
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> A pony with whom you would be joining this evening for dinner.
-
> You were sure she would appreciate you wearing her designs.
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> She always used to go on and on about how well you carried her work.
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> And how much she valued a challenge in designing something.
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> That was a mare who understood the value of appearances.
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> At times, you could swear she played the political game.
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> She knew precisely how to deceive an audience about her feelings.
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"I think gold will go nicer with this suit."
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> You look over to the pure white pony attending you.
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> She had just moments before finished trimming your hair.
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> "Yes, my Prince."
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> She moved over to the side of the room, and brought over gold cuff-links.
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> And a golden crown.
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> Laced with rubies.
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> One of two that you possessed, and you switched between for occasion.
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> The platinum one was better suited for playing politics.
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> The coldness it emanated gave you an air of authority.
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> It was a practical, imposing symbol of why you were their prince.
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> By contrast, the gold was inviting.
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> It felt warm and made you appear even more benevolent.
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> It could evoke passionate feelings.
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> And in the game of romance, passion was what was critical.
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> You look at how well it matches your tuxedo.
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> Yes, Rarity understood how important this all was.
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> Yet Rarity had purposefully avoided politics, opting to pursue art.
-
> An admirable goal.
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> A very different goal from yours.
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> Power.
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> You thought your choice better.
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> It meant that you could change Equestria for the better.
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> It meant you could save lives.
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> Or destroy them, if it was for the greater good.
-
> But art could have considerable impact, you knew that.
-
> Art could sway the minds of the powerful and the wealthy alike.
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> Art win the hearts and minds of millions for a cause.
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> It was a far more admirable pursuit than wealth, at any rate.
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> You rest the crown atop your head.
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"That's perfect, Gleam. Thank you so much for your help."
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> She bowed deeply, her face flushed.
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> "I-it was my pleasure to help you, my Prince."
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> You turn to open the door, leaving the salon of the castle.
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> A carriage awaits to take you to Aria's Hall.
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> You quickly get in, shutting the door behind you and placing you in silence.
-
> The carriage immediately gets moving.
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> Your thoughts wander back to Rarity.
-
> Yes, both your passion and her passion could obtain wealth easily.
-
> The wealthy adored the artists and the politicians.
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> Because you were their access to satisfaction.
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> Their wealth bought them access to you, rather than seeking to be like you.
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> It was a shallow pursuit.
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> Survival by proxy.
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> But you understood it, you incorporated it into your play.
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> They thought their money made them important, and that was why they had access.
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> But in reality, they were a tangent; their money itself was important.
-
> That was no way to live.
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> Arriving at the building, you exit your carriage with purpose.
-
> You see none of your party there.
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> But the damage is done by your presence alone.
-
> Immediately, the paparazzi swarm that always attends this locale shifted focus to you.
-
> Questions shouted from the crowd.
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> Flashes of photographs being taken.
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"Hello, my little ponies!"
-
> And the crowd goes wild.
-
> Such simple words.
-
> Said by every damn ruler of this country.
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> But so valuable.
-
> Checking your watch, you see that it is 6:40.
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> Fashionably late, as ever.
-
> Twilight and Spike were likely inside already.
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> It was sensible, you supposed. Being out here could grow tiresome for some.
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> Not for you, though.
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> You knew that this part of the game was a part that so many members of the public valued most.
-
> Seeing you as you went on a date.
-
> Something so innocuous, but so important to so many.
-
> You imagine Rarity would be slightly later than you, knowing her.
-
> Assuming the poor Dragon managed to finagle her into it.
-
> He better have.
-
> Talon had nearly had a stroke when you told him to get another reservation beside yours.
-
> But that Gryphon is resourceful.
-
> As you move up to the door, a greeter with an incredible moustache gestures for you to follow him.
-
> Walking through the restaurant, you hear mumblings from ponies all around you.
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> "It's him! It's the Prince!"
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> "Do you think he'd let us get a picture with him?"
-
> "Oh my, he's looking fetching, isn't he?"
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> You keep a sterling smile on your face.
-
> Truly, the game could be played in this environment.
-
> As you near your table, you find your suspicions confirmed.
-
> Twilight and Spike are sitting at two separate tables, right beside one another.
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> Chatting back and forth.
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> But the words cannot reach your ears.
-
> The world seems to have slowed to a stop.
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> She is immaculate.
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> Your breath is caught in your throat.
-
> Her accessories perfectly accentuates her appearance.
-
> Her mane is done in precisely the style she knew you liked.
-
> Her coat and wings perfectly groomed.
-
> And yet, the sight does not hurt you as seeing her earlier did.
-
> The very sight does not freeze your blood in your veins.
-
> Your heart does not ache.
-
> For in this environment, you could compartmentalize it as a construction.
-
> It was part of the game.
-
> You approach the table from behind Twilight, without her noticing.
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> You make a shush motion to Spike, who notices your approach but keeps his appearance neutral.
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> And when in position, you swiftly scoop her up.
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> Your arms under her forelegs to lift her.
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> She squeals in surprise.
-
> And you whisper hotly in her ear.
-
"Surprise, Sparky."
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> She lets out a long whine.
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> "Anooooon, I told you not to do that!"
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> You laugh lightly.
-
> You set her back down, and move to your seat.
-
> The atmosphere feels just perfect.
-
> Here, in this place...
-
> In the sight of the public and high society,
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> In the company of your friends...
-
> It seems like everything is real, there is no illusion.
-
> It seems like you can pretend forever, and never worry again.
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> It seems like it doesn't hurt.
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> Like it won't hurt when it ends.
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> And that's what's important.
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> Appearances.
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> You take your seat opposite Twilight.
-
> It looks ridiculous, if one's honest.
-
> Twilight looks positively tiny being surrounded by you and Spike.
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> But at least your smile is genuine this time.
-
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting to long."
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> She chuckles behind her hoof.
-
> "Oh, not terribly."
-
> She gets a sly look on her face.
-
> As reaches over for her wine, she fires a quip.
-
> "As if you didn't measure the time it would take you to get here to the second."
-
> She knew you too well.
-
> Fortunately, you knew her just as well.
-
> You raise an eyebrow.
-
"And you didn't? I'd bet my life savings you have the calculations filed away somewhere at home."
-
> A grin shows on her face.
-
> It feels heavenly to see.
-
> "In triplicate! Anything less would be gambling with the evening!"
-
> That earns a light chuckle from you as you remove your jacket.
-
"I dearly hope you got that signed off on by a guarantor, or we're flying blind here."
-
> A loud 'blech' emerges from the side.
-
> Looking over, you see Spike with his finger in his mouth.
-
> His lips curled into a smile.
-
> "You guys seriously need a room for all those nerd pheromones."
-
> You can tell his smile is forced, however.
-
> His eyes are darting around.
-
> His fangs are embedded in his bottom lip.
-
> He was always bad at hiding his emotions.
-
> He's worried Rarity won't show.
-
"Did you manage to convince the missus?"
-
> He twidles his claws together.
-
> You can practically smell the insecurity.
-
> Perhaps what he needed was a wingman.
-
> While it had been years since you had put these skills to work for another...
-
> Perhaps you could aid him tonight.
-
> "She said she would, but I'm a little worried."
-
> You look back at Twi with an expression of barely controlled excitement.
-
> You see she's looking at you with the identical look on her face.
-
"She'll be here Spike. But if you want to win her heart..."
-
> "Then there's a few steps we'll need to take. We'll walk you through it!"
-
> It felt good.
-
> To be so in sync with her again.
-
> To pretend for just a little while longer.
-
> Together you could conquer any challenge.
-
> The dragon groaned loudly.
-
> "I'm not so sure that you guys know the first thing about wooing a lady."
-
> At that, Twilight adopts a faux-outraged pose.
-
> "Hey, lady right here! I know what it takes to woo."
-
> And you take your jab.
-
"While I concede Twilight has no idea what a lady might want, I've never steered you wrong Spike."
-
> Yet another outraged gasp.
-
> But this one is accompanied by a zap to your exposed forearm.
-
> You flinch briefly, but give no other indication you noticed it, keeping your look facing Spike.
-
> This was normal.
-
> The dragon sighs loudly.
-
> "I suppose my way hasn't been working. I'm open to suggestions."
-
> You both pull your chairs over to his table.
-
> Twilight conjures up a piece of paper.
-
> While Spike didn't think in terms of the stages of a plan...
-
> He could still follow a written one.
-
> "Alright, so Spike, we're going to need to start with your introductions..."
-
"Needlessly romantic. Hoof-kiss, pull out her chair, the whole nine. You know Rarity."
-
> Twilight has a quill in her magic and is eagerly drawing out a battle-plan.
-
> He sighs and covers his eyes with his talons.
-
> "What did I get myself into..."
-
> A grin forms on your face.
-
> Your hand snakes behind Twi's head to scratch her ear.
-
> It twitches in your grasp.
-
> Your heart melts at the feeling.
-
"The best decision you ever made."
-
> "Why hello darlings! I'm terribly sorry I'm late, but one of my dresses ripped on the way here..."
-
> The plan is in motion.
-
> Spike sweeps out from his table, and takes her hoof in his claw.
-
> And he lays a chaste kiss on it.
-
> "Why Rarity, it's delightful to see you tonight."
-
> Oh God.
-
> The way he said that was cringeworthy.
-
> Why in the nine hells did Twilight put that in the plan.
-
> Though, you suppose she knew Rarity better than you did.
-
> Perhaps the mare liked a little cheese with her wine.
-
> He then swooped around to pull out her chair.
-
> "Oh my, Spike. Such the gentledrake!"
-
> She was being dramatic.
-
> But you supposed so were you, thus far.
-
> Using emotions you knew you should feel.
-
> Rather than the ones you felt.
-
> But in using them they began to feel genuine on their own.
-
> Rarity speaks up again.
-
> "My, you're all looking dapper this evening. I feel positively under-dressed!"
-
> She's being silly, of course.
-
> She's looking stunning, as always.
-
> Perfectly matched accessories and dress.
-
> Perfectly styled mane.
-
> The pinnacle of fashion and beauty that she always aspired to be.
-
> Yet, in your view, she seemed positively dull compared to the radiance sitting across from you.
-
"But of course, Rarity. My tux was made by one of the best seamstresses in Equestria!"
-
> A smile covers her features.
-
> The time to strike was now.
-
"Now... If only I could remember her name."
-
> And now you had been zapped by two mares in one night.
-
> Hopefully the papers didn't take that the wrong way.
-
> As your meals all arrive, Spike and Rarity are engaged in an intense discussion.
-
> About what, you might ask?
-
> The political tensions in the latest Daring Do book.
-
> Spike had gone off the script.
-
> And despite the best efforts of you and Twi to nudge him back on topic...
-
> The drake was just too excited to stop.
-
> But, Rarity still seemed engaged.
-
> Giving up, for now, you turned back to Twi and spoke quietly enough that the others couldn't hear.
-
"Seems like Spike had enough of our shenanigans."
-
> Her face near the plate, she chuckles lightly.
-
> The way the light strikes her hair is enough to stop your thoughts.
-
> After swallowing, she speaks up.
-
> "Maybe we should've cut down on the steps a little bit."
-
> Maybe.
-
> At this distance you can somewhat see through all the work she had put into her appearance.
-
> There were the vestiges of bags under her eyes.
-
> But you wondered how far he was going to go off script.
-
"Still think he's going to ask her to dance?"
-
> She gets a frown on her face.
-
> "He better, or I'm going to give him such a talking to."
-
> She looks over in his direction.
-
> But the two of them are so involved in their own world they don't notice you.
-
> You were hoping he made sure to as well.
-
> You and Twilight had some of the best moves around.
-
> And it would mess up his play if you and Twi left to dance and he felt too awkward to ask.
-
> The sacrifices you had to make.
-
"Even if he doesn't, we could still go dance after dinner."
-
> Her gaze turns back to you.
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> The way her eyes sparkled.
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> "I'd like that."
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> So would you.
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> "So... Want to dance?"
-
> Finally.
-
> Spike had been tittering with Rarity over wine for about eight minutes now.
-
> The food long done.
-
> You can see Twilight release a breath she had been holding as well.
-
> "Why, Spikey! I thought you'd never ask!"
-
> While Spike's face continued looking at Rarity, his eyes darted over to you.
-
> He said earlier he had no idea how to dance.
-
> And your and Twilight's attempts to explain failed utterly.
-
> Both of you had essentially said to let the music control you.
-
> To shut down your plans and let it flow.
-
> It was an interesting point of agreement the two of you shared.
-
> One of the few places you were comfortable giving up structure.
-
> Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you scoot your chair back.
-
> And Twilight does the same.
-
"Hope you two don't mind if we join you."
-
> Rarity chuckles behind her hoof.
-
> "Oh, by all means dears. I do ever-so love watching Twilight dance."
-
> Oh?
-
> Twilight's face flusters at that.
-
> "You know I've gotten a lot better, Rarity!"
-
> Hmm? Did she used to be terrible at dancing?
-
> How odd. From the first night you went here on, you and her always stole the show.
-
> "Oh, I'm sure dear."
-
> A predatory smile is on Rarity's face.
-
> A thought occurs to you.
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"I don't believe you've ever seen the two of us dance together, Rarity."
-
> She redirects her grin at you.
-
> "Why, no, I don't believe I have."
-
> Hm.
-
> Sorry Spike, but you had romance of your own to execute.
-
"Then how about a little wager?"
-
> "You should know a lady never bets, Anonymous."
-
> You do.
-
> But you also know that Rarity is a sucker for competition.
-
> You gesture dismissively.
-
"A friendly competition, then. To see who can steal the show, us or you two."
-
> You can see the intrigue on her face.
-
> And the panic on Spike's.
-
> They would do fine, you were sure.
-
> Familiarity bred a fantastic dancing partner, not strategy.
-
> The ability to know how your partner would move.
-
> Rarity makes an affirmative noise, before tossing back the rest of her wine.
-
> "It might be a little unfair, our side's short a princess to draw attention... But it is on!"
-
> She also took the rest of Spike's wine.
-
> The poor dragon made a whimpering sound.
-
> She rose up out of her chair and her magic tugged on Spike's collar.
-
> As he looked at you, getting pulled to the floor, he shot you a look of betrayal.
-
> You smiled deeply.
-
> That's what he got for dropping script.
-
> You feel a soft presence by your leg, and looking down you see Twilight rubbing against you.
-
> Incandescent as Celestia's sun.
-
"So you used to be a terrible dancer?"
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> She giggles lightly, hoofing at the ground.
-
> "I still am. Just not when I'm dancing with you."
-
> You were horrid at it without her, as well.
-
> There was something about being together, though, that usually made it acceptable to lack structure.
-
> Something that made you comfortable at all times.
-
> A shame that that comfort was gone.
-
> You hoped it wouldn't impede your ability to beat Rarity and Spike.
-
> You finished off your wine.
-
> It was time to win.
-
> As always.
-
> Reaching the floor, you noticed how immensely crowded it was.
-
> No doubt you'd have that solved rather quickly.
-
> Intimidation was a powerful force on the dance floor.
-
> You quickly surveyed the battlefield for Spike and Rarity.
-
> They were on the far side of the floor, just getting started.
-
> It was clumsy, but you knew they'd find their stride.
-
> You feel Twi's wing brush up against your hand.
-
> The soft texture sends shocks up your arm.
-
> "Ready, my dashing knight?"
-
> It was the same set of words from the first night.
-
> She said it every time you danced here.
-
> And you always had the same response.
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"As ever, my shining star."
-
> The first time, you had both burst out laughing at that.
-
> Yet now, the words held a special power.
-
> With that, she jumped up on her hind hooves.
-
> Her wings resting over on your shoulders.
-
> Her head laid against your chest.
-
> And you slowly began to sway.
-
> It was the beginning, you always had to start off slow.
-
> You were already attracting attention by virtue of your very presence.
-
> If you got right into it, then it would be over too soon.
-
> But these thoughts are barely whispers in your mind.
-
> Because while your mind wants to think about the performance...
-
> All it can focus on is Twilight.
-
> Her gentle eyes staring up at you.
-
> As you slowly swayed back and forth on the dance floor.
-
> You didn't need to concern yourself with anyone else.
-
> They would move out of your way.
-
> Nothing else mattered at the moment.
-
> Not history, not heroes, not villains.
-
> Just the dance.
-
> But, of course, the pace couldn't stay slow forever.
-
> Your once short steps began to develop into strides across the floor.
-
> Perfectly in tune with the music.
-
> Perfectly in tune with Twilight.
-
> You maintained the simplicity of the dance for now, just expanding the range of movement.
-
> And every time you went for a longer leap...
-
> Twilight's was just as long.
-
> It never ceased to amaze you how she could move like that on hooves.
-
> Yet, by shifting the weight into your chest with her hold, she could stay stable.
-
> You each kept the other in motion, and kept them from falling.
-
> But it couldn't remain so simple for so long.
-
> A smirk crosses your features as you look down at her.
-
> The music was building.
-
> It was time.
-
> Your leg kicked forward, almost as though to trip her.
-
> And her hoof slid forward, falling back into your arms.
-
> A perfect dip.
-
> Flaring her wings, she pushed back against you.
-
> And you used that force to spin around, twirling her with your arm before pulling her tight up against you.
-
> Linking up once again, you briefly sway before another pulse in the music has you push her away.
-
> Holding her by her hooves.
-
> The risky play, for most ponies such a move would mean falling.
-
> Too early, to the floor.
-
> Too late, into your partner's crotch.
-
> But you and her knew the exact moment to pull back.
-
> And as you collided once more, you were once again sashaying across the dance floor.
-
> The flash of a camera briefly blinds you.
-
> In that moment, you briefly became aware of your surroundings, and noticed that it had become mostly barren.
-
> But the touch of a wingtip against your face brought you back to what was important.
-
> Twilight.
-
> You needed only to look into her eyes.
-
> Everything was going to be fine.
-
> At the last peak of the song, you once again performed the dip.
-
> But this time, rather than a spin at the end of the move,
-
> When she pushed you up high you used the momentum to pick her up.
-
> She slid around to your back, on your shoulders, her forehooves cascading down over your arms.
-
> And she struck a pose above you, as you fell to a knee.
-
> And gestured grandly with your hands.
-
> The dance floor was entirely empty, save one other couple.
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> A drake and a unicorn, posing in a very different but still excellently executed fashion.
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> Seems that it was a draw.
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> A terrible shame, that.
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> Your face looks up to Twilight above you as cheers erupt through the restaurant.
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> Her beautiful eyes staring back.
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"Looks like a tie."
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> She smiles broadly.
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> "Looks that way."
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> And in that moment, when you didn't need to think.
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> When the world didn't matter.
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> Your lips met.
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> It felt like pure bliss.
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> And in that moment you knew that you didn't need to pretend.
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> You could fix this all.
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> It was only a matter of work.
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> Vaguely, you were aware of an incredible number of camera flashes.
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> No doubt this picture would be riddling the newspapers tomorrow.
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> But, that's not what really gets your attention.
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> You heard a gasp from Rarity silenced quickly as well.
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> Good to see the dragon still had a talent for mimicry.
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> Hopefully his night was as good as yours.
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> Your kiss ends all too soon.
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> And you know precisely what to say.
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"I love you."
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> "I love you too."
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> Returning to your tables, you found that you were incredibly sweaty.
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> An unfortunate consequence of not paying attention to your appearance for a period.
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> The skies had darkened considerably outside, and Luna's night had started.
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> But you couldn't tell that well, because it had evidently started to rain.
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> Thick, dark clouds obscured the stars.
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> "But really, Spikey, I had no idea you could dance like that!"
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> The drake has been a bubbling mess before Rarity's compliments.
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> "T-thanks Rares, I just sort of followed your lead though."
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> She pokes his chest with her hoof.
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> An indignant look on her face.
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> "Now Spikey-wikey, don't you lie to me. I suspect someone took some lessons!"
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> Hm.
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> You hadn't paid them terribly much attention, so you had no idea how good they had been.
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> The drake was blushing, but merely gestured with a claw instead of responding.
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> "I thought so. Now, to pay the bill..."
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> For a second, you thought Spike was going to be foolish enough to not pick it up.
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> He just stood there smiling like a dolt.
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> Until you nudged him with an elbow.
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> "I'll cover it Rarity!"
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> A smile covered her face.
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> But not a friendly smile.
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> A competitive smile.
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> "Oh, but Spike, I couldn't possibly..."
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> Oh, to be young and in love.
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> You tune them out at that point.
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> You had already set bits on the table for yourself and Twilight.
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> Looking back to her, you feel a sense of comfort.
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> She's looking worse for wear than you are from that dance.
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> Her perfectly styled mane fraying in a couple of spots.
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> Her fur lightly damp from working up such excitement.
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> But a genuine look of happiness on her face.
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> At least, you think it looked genuine.
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> Yours certainly was.
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> Departing the restaurant, you move to open the door to your carriage.
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> It was pouring rain.
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> You and Twilight clamber in quickly, but Spike stops outside with Rarity.
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> "Hey Spike, I had a great night tonight..."
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> You can see her eyes dart to Twilight.
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> And Twilight gives a nod.
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> They had something going on, you're sure of it.
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> But Spike doesn't notice.
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> He's probably too concerned with how soaking wet he's getting.
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> "Yeah, it was great Rarity. Thank you so much for coming."
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> But as his claw reaches for the carriage door, a blue aura holds it back.
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> "Well, Spike... You know, it doesn't have to end here. The Boutique's just around the corner if you wanted to join me."
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> The look on Spike's face was priceless.
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> You dearly hoped one of the cameras caught it from a good angle.
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> He was awestruck.
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> He briefly looked in at you.
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> And you gave him a nod.
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> "I'd love to, Rarity! See you guys!"
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> At that, he slammed your carriage door shut.
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> You and Twilight held your expressions still for a moment.
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> And as soon as you were out of earshot from Spike and Rarity, erupted into giggles.
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> You were the first to get control of yourself.
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"By Celestia, that was so adorable!"
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> You reach to a bottle of wine in the side of the carriage, and take a sip.
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> You were parched from that dancing.
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> Twilight takes a little longer to calm down.
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> "Did you see his look? Like a deer in front of an Ursa Major!"
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> The imagery makes you choke on the wine.
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> You had missed this.
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> This not having to think about things business.
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> You were always so analytical, it felt nice to be able to cast that aside briefly.
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> But the thought brings you back to the harsh reality.
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> You would have to deal with what she did tonight.
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> When you got back to the castle, probably.
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> You still weren't quite ready to forgive and forget.
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> While every part of you screamed out to do it, you knew you couldn't.
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> It would eat at your very soul to ignore.
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> And doubtless, at Twilight's as well.
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> If her recent behaviour according to Spike was to be believed.
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> You wouldn't be surprised if she was the one to bring it up when you arrived.
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> But you knew now that you could fix this.
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> With time and effort, you could both fix this.
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> "Hey, Anon?"
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> You look over to her.
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> She's gazing listlessly out the window.
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> Watching the raindrops collect upon it.
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"Yeah, Sparky?"
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> Her gaze remains fixed outside.
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> She can't look at you.
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> Reality is closing in on her as well.
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> She's nibbling one of the flowers on her neckpiece.
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> When she was nervous she nibbled.
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> "Thanks for tonight."
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> You lifted up the bottle.
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> No sense letting the alcohol go to waste.
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"It was my pleasure, and here's to many more!"
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> But as you take a drink, you watch a deep cringe flow across her features.
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> It's only there for the briefest of seconds.
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> Is she worried you're going to divorce her when she tells you?
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> That this evening was potentially the last you would have?
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> Perhaps she didn't know you as well as you thought she did.
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> She had to know you'd place your marriage above such mistakes.
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> That you'd place her and Equestria above yourself.
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> You had always sacrificed everything for them.
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> But she remains silent for the remainder of the carriage ride.
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> Which leaves you to stew in your thoughts.
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> Sadly, you couldn't use the time to plan.
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> Because you knew you would be alone with her, and you could never plan for that.
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> It concerns you immensely.
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> Stepping out of the carriage, you help Twilight down as well.
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> Her mask has shattered completely, in the privacy of the Castle courtyard.
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> A look of pure sadness highlights her features.
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> You poke her nose, breaking her out of her reverie.
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> She looks up to you.
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"Bit for your thoughts?"
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> A sad smile crosses her features.
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> "I'll tell you when we're inside."
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> You knew it was going to hurt to discuss.
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> But seeing her this sad almost tore you apart.
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> Entering through the grand front gates, you dismiss Talon to your office.
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> You would meet him there later.
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> Looking back at your wife, her frown has returned.
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> She was normally so optimistic.
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> It almost made you feel bad for being the cause of her sadness.
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> Even if it was her fault.
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> But as the old saying goes.
-
> 'T'is better to purge a wound with salt and fire then let it fester 'neath a bandage."
-
> It wasn't a pony expression, but a Gryphon one.
-
> You rather preferred their way of thinking.
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> As you both neared your room, the tension between you could be cut with a knife.
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> She opened the door first, and entered.
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> And as you entered, you saw her staring out the window at the rain.
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> As you moved to take your jacket off, she spoke.
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> "Leave it on."
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> What?
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"What? Why would I-"
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> She looks back at you, her eyes red and teary.
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> What in the nine hells...
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> "Answer me honestly Anon..."
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> "What did you do to Flash."
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> Your blood froze cold in your veins.
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> And your mask shattered.
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"So then you know that I know."
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> The words escaped your lips before you could stop them.
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> They had no emotional inflection.
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> You needed facts.
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> You needed to sort out what was happening.
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> Her horn glows, and from the desk two white envelopes arise.
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> And from one, you can see the orange feather float out.
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> "I recognize your handwriting, Anon."
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> Your missives to Gilded Light.
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> He had turned them over to Twilight.
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> "Did you think he wouldn't tell me? He knows I'll protect him."
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> That son of a bitch.
-
> Nothing would protect him.
-
> You reach up and pull the feather out of her magic.
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> As your fingers weave through the feather, you speak measuredly.
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> This was not a direction you had been anticipating. You were blindsided.
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> You couldn't rush into things.
-
"Does it matter?"
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> She then turns around, looking back out the window.
-
> "I'll ask again. What did you do with him."
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> A white-hot rage building in your chest.
-
> You feel control slipping away.
-
> You had done nothing wrong.
-
> It was her betrayal that had prompted all of this.
-
> You had simply endeavoured to solve the problem she created.
-
> You had given up everything since day one for her.
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> And yet she dared take the high ground?
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> Your grip tightens around the feather.
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> Until it snaps in two in your grip.
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"I did what was necessary. What you could not."
-
> You begin an advance, but her magic envelops you.
-
> It holds you in place.
-
> "Stop playing the fucking game! Tell me!"
-
"I killed him, and I'd gladly do it again!"
-
> You shouted it louder than you had intended.
-
> You hoped there were no guards around.
-
> But your control was fully slipping away now.
-
> Rage was beginning to consume your words.
-
> By what right did this harlot judge you?
-
> She has not responded to your outburst, so you continued.
-
"He was a risk to everything we have worked to create, Twilight."
-
> You continue to struggle against her magic in futility.
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> Your words come out like venom.
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> You were in privacy.
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> The game wasn't needed.
-
"And had I left him alive he would've undone both of us. With him gone, we can fix this."
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> But she could not be left off the hook.
-
> Your strength is beginning to overwhelm her magical bonds.
-
"I just don't understand, what the hell were you thinking?"
-
> She had to account for what she had done.
-
> The white-hot furnace in your chest felt unbearable.
-
> You needed to get this out.
-
"Don't you care about me? Didn't you give a damn about what that would mean for us?"
-
> But you weren't the only one.
-
"For Equestria? Are you so selfish?"
-
> The words come easily to you.
-
> You had felt them all day, every time you looked upon her.
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> But had suppressed them.
-
> Now, you felt righteous rage.
-
> Had she apologized, you would've moved on.
-
> But to judge you...
-
> As if she had any right.
-
> As if she wasn't the one who had caused all this.
-
> At that, she turns around to face you.
-
> Her face conveys nothing but pure hatred.
-
> As you go to speak again, her magic seals around your jaw.
-
> Preventing you from speaking.
-
> "Now you're going to listen to me. This has been tearing me apart inside."
-
> You continue to struggle against your restraints.
-
> Fuck magic.
-
> And fuck Twilight too.
-
> "And I can't fucking deal with this. You don't think I haven't thought constantly about what I did?"
-
> Tears are falling freely now.
-
> Not only from her eyes.
-
> "That every time I saw you I felt a lance of guilt through my heart?"
-
> The fire in her expression is dying out.
-
> Replaced with a solemn sadness.
-
> It was deserved!
-
> It was your betrayal!
-
> "And now, every time I see you, I'll be reminded that I'm not only responsible for betraying you, but a pony's death."
-
> "And I can't handle that."
-
> Well she'll have to.
-
> You didn't have any other option.
-
> And she didn't deserve another one.
-
> "And so I won't. I can't play these games, and I can't play pretend any longer."
-
> ...
-
> What?
-
> "I'm filing for divorce."
-
> She...
-
> She couldn't.
-
> Those words are like a douse of water on the fiery rage in your heart.
-
> The rage drains from your face immediately.
-
> But not only does the rage flee you...
-
> So too do all other feelings.
-
> Her magic fades from covering your mouth.
-
> But the restraints on the rest of your body remain in place.
-
> She turns back to the window.
-
"Twilight... But what about Equestria?"
-
> Her words are cold and resigned, but she does not turn to address you.
-
> "Equestria will heal with time. But I can't heal so long as I'm with you, and you can't heal either."
-
> A stack of papers on her desk levitates into the air.
-
> Divorce papers.
-
> She had planned this all day.
-
> "All we can do is pretend. I know you like to do that, but I can't handle it."
-
> Your body went limp against her restraints.
-
> Your head hung, staring at the floor.
-
> Your voice was resigned, but your words harsh.
-
"You selfish whore. I won't sign those. It's a betrayal of our ponies to give up."
-
> That brings back her anger at once.
-
> She walks up to you with a glare in her eyes.
-
> "They're not your ponies, Anonymous. They're mine. Get out."
-
> Your eyes raise to meet hers.
-
> Gods, she was beautiful.
-
> But so terrible.
-
"No. We're going to fix this, here and now."
-
> At that, her face contorts.
-
> "I'll send the paperwork to you."
-
> And suddenly, your world is thrown backward.
-
> Her magic forcibly throws you out of the room, against the wall on the opposite side of the hall.
-
> A loud, sickening crack rings out from your left leg.
-
> Your body slides down the wall to the floor.
-
> Your leg bending in an unnatural direction.
-
> And the door to your room slams shut.
-
> There are no guards in the hallway.
-
> She had anticipated this.
-
> Planned it.
-
> Looking at your leg, you knew you should be in incredible pain.
-
> But you felt nothing.
-
> For what felt like hours, you simply sat there, making no movement.
-
> No sound.
-
> Until eventually, you pull out your ceremonial sword.
-
> Using it as a cane, you rise up.
-
> And begin limping to your office.
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> Your office was in shambles.
-
> Bookcases fallen to the floor.
-
> Your desk upside down.
-
> Glass covered the floor, shattered relics from bygone eras.
-
> Your knuckles were bloody from the effort.
-
> You were rather impressed with yourself.
-
> To create such damage with a fractured leg.
-
> And you had indeed determined that it was fractured.
-
> Right below your left knee, the bone had simply been snapped.
-
> You were vaguely aware that you should get it checked out.
-
> That every second potentially put you closer to death.
-
> Yet you had spent all your energy on this pointless destruction.
-
> Now, you sat in a chair on the balcony.
-
> Before you, on a table, is a picture of your wedding day.
-
> And your box of cigars.
-
> They were the two things in your office you couldn't bring yourself to destroy.
-
> They were your anchors to reality.
-
> It occurred to you that there was a real chance you die here.
-
> If that bone had punctured a vein, you could be getting poisoned.
-
> Or maybe it didn't even need to do that.
-
> You weren't a doctor.
-
> At least it would punish Twilight more to know she took your life.
-
> What's this?
-
> A knock at your door.
-
> No one should even know you're here.
-
> And if they see your office, it will be clear to all of Equestria that something is up.
-
> You couldn't let that happen.
-
"Go away."
-
> But the voice on the other side is not what you expect.
-
> "Are you sure, my Prince? A maid saw you limping."
-
> Talon.
-
> You shift around in your seat to face that direction.
-
> You briefly consider dismissing him.
-
> But you knew that would be foolish.
-
> Talon could be discrete.
-
"I didn't realize who it was. You may enter, Talon."
-
> He opens the door.
-
> His eyes first survey the state of your office.
-
> His visage remains neutral in the face of such destruction.
-
> As he rounds your desk, his eyes looking at the destruction, he begins to comment.
-
> "Seems you've made a lot of work for me toni-"
-
> Yet when he looks upon you, your leg bent at an obscene angle...
-
> Pure shock runs across his face.
-
> And his feathers puff out.
-
> An interesting response, you hadn't seen it before.
-
> Talon was always a relaxed operator.
-
> You chuckle lightly.
-
"We'll need to come up with a story to tell that maid."
-
> His eyes cannot stop staring at your leg.
-
> The skin was black and purple now where the bone had broken.
-
> "My Prince, we need to-"
-
> You cut him off deftly.
-
"I fear that you may need to start calling me something else. She's filing for divorce."
-
> His eyes snap back up from your leg to your face.
-
> Disbelief now highlights his features.
-
> Yet as quick as you see it, he returns to a neutral stoicism.
-
> But his voice continues to bleed empathy.
-
> "Then you shall return to being my Fylkir first and foremost. And you need medicine."
-
> He begins to move toward you, seemingly intending to carry you to a doctor.
-
> But you hold out your hand to stop him.
-
> A loud bark of a laugh escaping your throat.
-
> It was time he knew.
-
"I don't deserve that title either. I built it on a lie."
-
> He freezes in place.
-
> His eyes once again meet yours, as he waits for you to continue.
-
> And so you do.
-
"I was responsible for positioning your clans against one another. Lord Tungsten and Lord Yarrak."
-
> You feel a weight lifting from your shoulders.
-
> Even if he turned on you for this, it would be worth it.
-
> You have deceived him for too long for this loyalty.
-
> No more masks.
-
"The Accipi Empire was poised for war with Equestria. So I manipulated them into fighting one another."
-
> At this point, he begins moving again.
-
> But only over to the railing of the balcony.
-
> His gaze shifts over Ponyville.
-
"It was a simple task. Tungsten had a great many indiscretions, torture and the like."
-
> The Gryphon continues to stare out at the town.
-
> But you knew you had his full attention.
-
"It was enough to get him removed from office. So he did as I said and picked a fight with Yarrak."
-
> But, there had been complications.
-
> Not every plan could be executed flawlessly.
-
> Especially before you had such valuable allies.
-
"But it all went further than I had expected when Yarrak killed him."
-
> You breathe deeply.
-
> The truth.
-
> It was such an unfamiliar feeling to you.
-
> You never shared the truth with anyone but Twilight.
-
> The more who knew it, the more compromised you were.
-
"I felt joy when that happened. Accipi had no more attention to spare for us. I had created an opportunity."
-
> You remember fondly how pleased you were with Yarrak's foolishness.
-
> How you had woven it into your narrative.
-
"And so I marched an army in between coalition forces and commanded Yarrak and Tungsten's son to treat."
-
> A wonderful day.
-
> The Gryphons had been eating out of your hands.
-
> They had never wanted to fight one another, it had been pure machination.
-
> It made them so pliable.
-
"And negotiated the peace deal that got me named Fylkir. It was a lie, the title is a lie. I thought you should know."
-
> He looks over in your direction.
-
> You half expect him to lash out.
-
> He could easily kill you right now, given your state.
-
> And yet, instead, he speaks.
-
> And they are not the words that you expect.
-
> "That is what makes you a great Fylkir."
-
> What?
-
> Your mind cannot process that sentence right now.
-
> But he continues.
-
> "Your pony ethics are soft. They do not take into account the harsh realities of life, and yet you judge yourselves by them."
-
> He moves into your office, and begins fixing the furniture.
-
> As he does, however, he continues to speak.
-
> "There's a reason the Accipi do not value honesty or kindness as ethical maxims."
-
> He shows immense strength pushing back up the bookcase.
-
> And diligence in returning the books to its shelves.
-
> "Honesty is an impediment to peace. An honest answer only ever causes suffering, where a simple lie could create joy."
-
> He then moves to your desk.
-
> First removing the shelves, and then flipping it back up.
-
> "Kindness is an impediment to justice. Perfect justice and any mercy are naturally incompatible."
-
> "You will let people get away with horrendous wrongs for your kindness, and they will commit them on others as a result."
-
> He begins to collect the fractured glass and porcelain into a bin.
-
> And attempting to straighten pictures.
-
> "It is why we boil our system down to three virtues. Loyalty, Respect, and Self-Sacrifice."
-
> "They ensure that what needs to be done, will be done. And it is understood that we act in accordance with what is best for all."
-
> "Results are what is important. You stopped two wars, if this is true.
-
> "You are my Fylkir."
-
> He briefly stops, and walks up to you.
-
> One of his wings extends, resting on your shoulder.
-
> "You are not a Gryphon. But you are not entirely a pony, I think you can understand."
-
> You did.
-
> At least, you thought you did.
-
> A grin falls across your face looking at Talon.
-
"I was unaware I had a philosopher in my employ."
-
> A smile forms on his face.
-
> "Basic tenets of our religion."
-
> "We are raised comparing ourselves to the ponies. We know why we prefer our way."
-
> You had always said that you preferred the Gryphon culture.
-
> But that left you with a difficult decision.
-
"Then I suppose we ought to plan how to fix this."
-
> His wing withdraws contact as he resumes his cleaning.
-
> You churn the ideas in your head for a moment.
-
> There was one concern which needed to be dealt with immediately.
-
> A loose end that needed to be tied.
-
"I want you to get me Gilded Light. Quietly, Twilight will have agents protecting him."
-
> The Gryphon is nearly done fixing your destruction.
-
> He would depart when it was suitable that no questions would be asked.
-
> "Of course, my Fylkir."
-
> The title gives you comfort.
-
> You were doing what was right.
-
> Even if your people could never understand it.
-
> There could be no loose ends.
-
> Turning around, you open the cigar box.
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> Five left.
-
> You withdraw three cigars, and put them into the pocket of your blazer.
-
> There was no turning back at this point.
-
"His wife and daughter as well. I want them all in a room together."
-
> The floor was clean.
-
> Your office was in order.
-
> "As you wish, my Fylkir."
-
> Gilded Light clearly did not fear his secrets.
-
> He did not fear the impact of them on his family.
-
> But you would make him learn to fear you.
-
> He would learn the cost associated with betrayal.
-
> All of them would learn that cost.
-
> The time for kindness had passed.
-
> Justice was what was needed now.
-
"Oh, and Talon?"
-
> He paused at the door.
-
> He looked back, waiting on your every word.
-
> Loyalty.
-
> You knock over the picture of your wedding day.
-
> The glass frame shatters.
-
"Do send a doctor this way, would you? My leg is starting to hurt."
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> Dear Princess Celestia.
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> This is Anon.
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> I'm terribly sorry to be contacting you so early, but I know you're an early riser.
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> First of all, I hope you're doing well. Things have been great here in Ponyville.
-
> I'm writing to inform you that myself and Twilight will be hosting a dinner this evening.
-
> At the castle in Ponyville, of course.
-
> I would be ever-so delighted if you could attend.
-
> I feel like it has been terribly long since we have had a real opportunity to talk.
-
> If you could pass along the invitation to Luna as well, it would be appreciated.
-
> The more the merrier, after all.
-
> I know you have a busy schedule, I'll understand if you can't make it.
-
> But your presence would brighten up what's sure to be a drab affair otherwise.
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> And I can only imagine the joy on Twilight's face were you to show up.
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> I appreciate your consideration.
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> ...
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> Prince Anonymous I, Peacekeeper
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"I'll require a cane."
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> Talon nods, and heads out of the medical bay.
-
> But your doctor yells at him all the way out of the room.
-
> Your doctor had been droning on and on.
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> But at your interruption, her commands grow in quantity.
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> About you needing plenty of rest.
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> And not moving.
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> And generally being excessively overprotective.
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> And putting the entire wing of the castle on high alert.
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> You had refused to tell her the details of how you were injured.
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> Simply telling her that it was not her concern, and that it would be dealt with.
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> You knew there was no way of effectively preventing this scandal.
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> But you could mitigate the damage by averting responsibility from Twilight.
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> There was a plan in motion for what precisely the details would be.
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> But you couldn't have her implicated.
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> Or there would be questions raised.
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> As your doctor finally seems to be at an end to her droning, you decide to silence her.
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"I appreciate your recommendations, doctor. But I am terribly busy, and cannot stay here."
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> The look on her face is heartbreaking.
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> Like you told her you were about to go jump off a bridge.
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> "But... My Prince, surely nothing can take a higher priority than your life and health?"
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> How you wish that were true.
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> But a great many things required your immediate attention now.
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> And you couldn't be restricted to this bed while they unfolded.
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"I have faith that your splint will hold. I will keep pressure off of it."
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> She sighs deeply.
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> The poor pony was driving herself insane trying to convince you to stay.
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> You place your hand on her withers.
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"Listen, my friend. I appreciate your advice, genuinely. But a Prince must be ready to sacrifice for others."
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> She relaxes under your touch.
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> "You know I can't stop you. But please, be careful."
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"I will."
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> Shortly thereafter, Talon returned with a cane.
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> It was an immaculately well crafted piece.
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> Silver pommel, in the shape of a Gryphon.
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> Talon had a gift for art, it seemed.
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> You had to wonder how it had been crafted so quickly for a being like you.
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> Doubtless using magic, you supposed.
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> Or perhaps, given the craft, the Gryphons had prepared for such an eventuality.
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> You cared not to inquire.
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> As you rose up, you carefully balanced your body using the cane.
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> Your doctor had insisted on crutches, but that would create the appearance of a very bad wound.
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> To be fair, it was a very bad wound.
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> But you had hoped that a cane would suggest something lesser.
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> Like a sprain.
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> Something which might not cause quite the controversy.
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> Your pants effectively covered all of the splint and cast.
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> And your feet were able to remain covered by shoes.
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> The damage was not down there, it was up below the knee, after all.
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> To the average citizen, it would look simply like you were limping.
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> Not that your leg had snapped.
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> The unfortunate part was that it was unlikely to ever fully heal.
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> Which meant you had to get familiar with this cane.
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> Even in the best case scenario, according to the doctor, it would still hurt to put full weight on it.
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> You would never run again.
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> You would never dance again.
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> But those were small sacrifices, looking back.
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> Running had never been terribly important to affairs.
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> If speed was an issue, you had individuals who could work far faster than you.
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> But dancing...
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> Well...
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> You supposed you never were very good at dancing alone anyway.
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> Hobbling back to your office, you find a number of documents on your desk.
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> You had one of your Gryphon guards return to Canterlot and obtain them.
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> Along with dropping off your message to Celestia.
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> They would be critical to setting up your plans after tonight's dinner.
-
> However, as you walk past the slightly fractured mirror, you notice something.
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> You had no idea where your crown was.
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> Your clothes were a mess, still wearing the suit from last night.
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> And your crown was missing.
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> The doctor definitely didn't remove it.
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> Which probably meant that it had fallen off your head at some point.
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> The logical side of your mind told you it likely fell lose when you were thrown at the wall.
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> But the emotional side told you that meant it was in front of your room.
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> But the emotional side was an irrelevancy.
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> Your clothes were in that room.
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> You swiftly about-faced.
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> Well, as swiftly as you could given your circumstances.
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> And began the march to your bedroom.
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> The halls remained mostly barren.
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> An occasional maid or guard.
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> But far fewer than there typically were in the castle.
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> Were they still out looking for Flash?
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> That suggested that Twilight had not told anyone.
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> Which was good.
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> As you neared your bedroom, you notice the door still closed.
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> Your eye was caught by a shimmer.
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> Right by the potted plant.
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> Your crown.
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> It was slightly dented along the back.
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> One of the rubies knocked loose.
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> But you still picked it up.
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> But as you bent down to grab it, a voice catches your attention.
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> "Hey Anon!"
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> It was Spike.
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> What the hell was he doing back here so early?
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> You swore he was making a home run play last night.
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> He should still be over at Rarity's.
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> You look up at him.
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"Spike? What the hell are you doing back?"
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> He's got a huge grin on his face.
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> So he had some degree of success, at least.
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> "Oh, Twilight showed up at Rarity's about something urgent. Girltalk, apparently."
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> That... was unfortunate.
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> If Rarity knew, then there were more lose ends.
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> Sorry, Spike.
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> But you could not tolerate lose ends this time.
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"Yeah, she ran out of here in a rush this morning. Celestia's coming for dinner tonight."
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> He scratches his head at that.
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> You bend back up, the golden crown in your hand.
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> "Why couldn't I be there for them to talk about that?"
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> But as you straighten back up and make a move for the door, he notices the cane.
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> "Anon! What happened to your leg?"
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> Hmph.
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> You supposed it wouldn't hurt to start the plan a little early.
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"A guardspony attacked me. Not sure which one, but Talon is investigating."
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> He gasps in shock.
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> He quickly leans down to get a closer look, but you shy the leg away from him.
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"You don't need to worry, Spike. It's nothing too serious."
-
> He looks skeptical.
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> "If you're hurt, Anon, you should be resting in bed. Not up and about!"
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> His concern was adorable.
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> You reach out with your right hand and pat his shoulder.
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"I'm fine, Spike. Now, you go get out of that suit. You smell like Tartarus."
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> He chuckles at that.
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> But the concern still remains on his face.
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> "Like you smell any better. But take it easy, for me, alright?"
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> You nod.
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"Of course."
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> Upon entering your bedroom, a sense of dread overtakes you.
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> The previous night flashes through your mind.
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> Your rage.
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> Her rage.
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> This room was forever tainted by that memory.
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> A flicker of a powerful fire still roared in the fireplace.
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> Magically created to last a long period without risk.
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> Moving over to the closet, you open it up.
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> Your clothes remain in tact.
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> That was a good sign.
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> Pulling out a new suit, you lay it on the bed.
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> Sitting down, you carefully remove your jacket.
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> Then your shirt.
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> But the hardest part came now.
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> Removing your pants was an immense struggle.
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> The Doctor had initially simply cut them off, then re-attached them via magic.
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> But you didn't have that option.
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> And shifting your leg through it sent immense pain shooting up your body.
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> You dearly hoped that would get more manageable with time.
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> If that pain had to be a constant feature of dressing yourself...
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> You imagine your appearance might suffer.
-
> But perhaps appearance did not matter as much as you thought.
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> Your philosophies had gotten you nowhere.
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> They had cost you everything.
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> You regarded the crown once again.
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> The golden crown, giving the impression of warmth.
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> When you finish getting on your new clothes, you move over to the couch in front of the fire.
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> You hold the crown in your hands.
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> It was damaged anyway.
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> You cast the crown into the flames, and for a time watch it sit there.
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> It's fascinating how the gold flakes off slowly, in pieces.
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> How the gems begin to slide out as the tension weakens in the metal.
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> But you of course didn't have time to watch the full event.
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> You had documents to review for this evening.
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> There's a knock at your office door.
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> Hmm. You hadn't been expecting anyone.
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> There was no way Talon was done that quickly, was there?
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"Talon, how the hell did you finish so quick?"
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> There's a bit of a cough outside.
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> Then, a clearly feminine voice attempting to sound masculine rings out.
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> "Uh, you know me boss. Super fast."
-
> God damnit.
-
> This mare did not deserve to be a princess.
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> But you'd play along.
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"Oh, that's fantastic. Then you have the key, you can open the door yourself."
-
> It was a silly little game.
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> But it meant the world to you right now.
-
> "But, uh, boss, I lost the key."
-
> As if Talon would ever do such a thing.
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"Well, I'm sure you know about a million and one lockpick spells, Celestia."
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> You put the documents on the table into your desk.
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> You can practically feel the pout that accompanied the whine on the other side of the door.
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> The knob is briefly illuminated with a golden glow.
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> And the door swings open.
-
> And there's the pout.
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> The pout that could render any sensible stallion subject to her every whim.
-
> "You're no fun, my faithful student-in-law."
-
> Her nickname for you.
-
> Yesterday, such a comment would have hurt to hear.
-
> A reminder of better times.
-
> But today those nerves were numb.
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> They had to be, because that title could soon be lost.
-
"Gotta be careful who you tell about that spell, or the royal treasury will be empty in a week."
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> She chuckles lightly, before moving into your office proper.
-
> "I've been very careful over the past millennia, don't you worry sweetie."
-
> She practically treated you like a son.
-
> Which made sense, given that Twilight was practically her daughter.
-
"So, didja manage to get Lulu to cave in?"
-
> Celestia sighs, rolling her eyes.
-
> "She's sleeping right now, but she said she'd be here for dinner."
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> She pokes you in the side with a hoof.
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> A brilliant smile illuminating her ever-beautiful face.
-
> "But who knows with her, that mare seems to have no concept of time."
-
> She walks past you, heading to the balcony.
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> But stops suddenly.
-
> "What happened to your mirror?"
-
> Now, you could begin your plan.
-
"Unfortunately, a deranged Guardspony broke into my office last night."
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> Her serene expression turns dark very quickly.
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> "Who?"
-
> Always to the point when it was serious.
-
> She truly was an artful ruler.
-
"We don't know yet. He was in full armour and had white fur, but that describes a million guards."
-
> "You saw him?"
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> Hook, line, and....
-
"Yeah, he came in to attack me, not the office."
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> Her eyes go wide.
-
> She rushes over to you.
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> "Did he hurt you?"
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> Sinker.
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> You instantly feel her magic floating over your body.
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> Searching for damage.
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> H-er eyes widen as the pulse centers around your leg.
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> "Anon! You get back to that medical ward right this second!"
-
> It always warmed your heart how concerned she was about you.
-
> But it was getting rather tiring how everyone thought they knew better what you needed.
-
> How best for you to 'heal.'
-
> You knew what it would fucking take to heal.
-
> It would never heal.
-
"But Celery, I've got a dinner to plan!'
-
> She loved it when you played up the petulant child role.
-
> Made her feel like a mother, something she never had the opportunity to be.
-
> Terrible shame about the sterility associated with ascension.
-
> Twilight had a terrible time dealing with it.
-
> "I think I told you not to call me that mister. And that injury is serious!"
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> You feel the chair softly, slowly pull back in her magic.
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> And the leg of your pants simply phase out of existence.
-
> "Goodness, Anon... What could he have possibly wanted?"
-
> And now you plant the bait.
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"I'm not sure, but he was blabbering a lot about Twilight. Not sure if it's just deranged obsession or what."
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> A look of steely determination crossed her features.
-
> She backed up, and you saw the aura of her magic fall over the room.
-
> Feeling for all the inconsistencies and damage.
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> "What the... Did you try and fight him? Everything's damaged, it's just cleverly hidden!"
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> You let a grin fall onto your face.
-
"Yep, and I beat the fucker too. Had him running with his tail between his legs."
-
"Talon's been on his trail since last night, we're hoping to figure out who it was."
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> Her eyes match yours again.
-
> It was time for a lecture.
-
> She never did approve of your choice of guards.
-
> "He should've been here to protect you, Anon."
-
> Sadly, had he protected you he'd be in a lot worse trouble.
-
> Assaulting a princess and all that.
-
"To be fair, Princess, given that it was an Equestrian who assaulted me..."
-
"And Talon at least helped clean up after."
-
> That causes her expression to change in an instant.
-
> The look on her face is sympathetic.
-
> Like she feels partially responsible.
-
> It broke your heart to lie to her like this.
-
> To make her feel like it was her ponies who had hurt you.
-
> But it had to be done.
-
> For the greater good.
-
> "Anon, I swear I'm going to find who did this. You have my word."
-
> You were counting on her finding him.
-
> Terrible shame the Captain of the Guard couldn't be trusted.
-
> That would make her feel even worse.
-
> She had personally appointed him, after all.
-
"You don't need to worry, Celes-"
-
> She cut you off.
-
> Now she looked angry, not sad.
-
> "I do need to worry. One of my guards hurt you. And I will deal with them."
-
> "You can tell Talon to relax his search. The criminal will be brought to justice."
-
> Celestia was incredibly protective of you.
-
> While you and her shared the same rank and state-sanctioned powers...
-
> Everyone knew who the big fish at the show was.
-
> You let a smile show.
-
"I understand. I'll back off the investigation."
-
> She lets out a sigh.
-
> "I know you probably want revenge, Anon. But... this is my responsibility."
-
> She turns around, looking in your cracked mirror.
-
> "I've taken great strides to keep the guard always in their best state. To avoid abuses."
-
> It was crushing your heart to hear this.
-
> To know that your lie made her feel like she'd failed.
-
> She didn't deserve this.
-
> But then, neither did you.
-
> "And it's my duty to bring them to justice. I will solve it personally."
-
> And it had become necessary.
-
"I trust I'll still see you for dinner?"
-
> She lets out a soft chuckle.
-
> "As if I'd miss it for the world. You know how much you and Twilight mean to me.."
-
> A terrible shame, that.
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> Loud whining.
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> The crying of a young filly.
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> "Please, Shimmer, just calm down. It's going to be fine."
-
> The voice of a stallion.
-
> The sound grates on your ears.
-
> It is a voice you were only somewhat familiar with.
-
> You didn't spend a terribly vast amount of time here in Ponyville.
-
> But his attempts to quell the filly's screaming fall on deaf ears.
-
> "B-but the rope hurts!"
-
> Thank the Gods this room is soundproofed.
-
> You enter the room with two Gryphon guards.
-
> Talon stands watch outside.
-
> You limp into the room slowly.
-
> Your cane making loud taps against the ground.
-
> At the sound of your movement, the filly silences herself.
-
> All of them remain silent.
-
> As you turn the corner into the main room, you remain out of view of your guests.
-
> They're all facing a wall.
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> Bound to chairs.
-
> The lights are dim, but bright enough to cast shadows on the wall.
-
> But the shadows lack definition.
-
> You rather enjoyed the ambiance.
-
> You remain silent, to watch their behaviour.
-
> To see how they react when they don't know what's happening.
-
> When people are uncertain, they show their true character.
-
> They lash out in ways they wouldn't if they understood.
-
> It was a lesson you had learned well.
-
> You don't need to wait terribly long for the Stallion to speak up.
-
> "Who's there?"
-
> You remain silent to his question.
-
> Lash out.
-
> "Who the fuck are you? I'm the Captain of the Guard!"
-
> He's pulling rank.
-
> Adorable.
-
> But quickly, his ferocity vanishes.
-
> "If you're the one who sent me those letters, I had no choice! The princess knew something was up."
-
> You imagine she did.
-
> If only he knew the cost of obeying her.
-
> Surely, he must suspect that he's not leaving this room.
-
> You continue to stand in silence.
-
> Awaiting another response.
-
> Yet, he's not the one who speaks next.
-
> The mare beside him is.
-
> "Please, we just want to go home. We won't tell anyone about this."
-
> You tap your cane on the floor.
-
> The Gryphons head back into the small hallway leading to this room.
-
> Out of sight.
-
> "Please..."
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> Out of mind.
-
"Enough."
-
> A gasp rattles out from the ponies.
-
> They must've recognized your voice.
-
> You suppose you had on occasion seen the stallion around.
-
> "My Prince? Oh by the sun and stars we're saved!"
-
> The mare is optimistic.
-
> A terrible character flaw.
-
> You would have to remedy that.
-
> "There are traitors in your ranks, my Prince. Gryphons abducted me and took me here."
-
> You withdraw a cigar from your blazer pocket.
-
> And light it.
-
> "They were working for Talon, I just know it! I knew they couldn't be trusted!"
-
> You take a deep inhale of the tobacco.
-
> And slowly exhale it.
-
> Pony guards always were suspicious of your entourage.
-
> Felt like they were an affront to their dignity.
-
> It was part of why Celestia had always disliked your guards.
-
> Her military advisers were against them.
-
> But unfortunately, you could not permit his delusions to carry on.
-
"They brought you here at my behest, Gilded Light."
-
> His back goes stiff at that revelation.
-
> "B-but I..."
-
> His jaw is slack.
-
> No doubt his precious little world is crumbling around him.
-
> With his idealized Prince and Princess, to whom he was eternally loyal.
-
> Whom would defend him no matter the situation. Give up everything for him.
-
> Unfortunate that the man he dreamed of was an illusion.
-
"You need not worry for your life or the lives of your family, Gilded. Provided you do as I ask."
-
> Visibly, you can see some degree of stress melt out of his withers.
-
> He's trying to look back in your direction.
-
> But his restraints prevent him from doing so.
-
> "What... Do you need me to do?"
-
> Wonderful.
-
> It was so much better when they cooperated.
-
"As I imagine you're aware by now, I was the one who sent you the letters. Betraying the order of a Prince is treason."
-
> He quickly begins stammering.
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> "But, I had no idea it was you! Had you signed them, I would've destroyed them at once!"
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> You shuffle slowly over to a table at the side of the room.
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> And withdraw a knife from the table.
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> At the sound of the slick metal being picked up, he freezes again.
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> You move over behind the smallest chair., every step accompanied by a tap of your cane.
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> They know precisely where you are at all times.
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"You may claim that, Gilded. But your loyalties are in question. I need insurance."
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> Your hand rests on the shoulder of the filly.
-
"I need you to stay still, alright sweetie?
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> She nods, and otherwise remains still.
-
> "Ok, mister prince."
-
> Her fear-filled voice tears at your heart, but you ignore it.
-
> Gilded is struggling to look over at you.
-
> You push the blade into his field of view.
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> Right at the neck of his filly.
-
> "Please! No! Anything but that! Anything!"
-
> The blade is close enough to split fur.
-
"I need you to be cognizant of the costs of disobedience. Remember this picture."
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> You withdraw the knife.
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> And move over to his chair.
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> And slice the ropes.
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> They fall around him with a loud thud.
-
> But he does not move.
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> He remains frozen in place, staring over at his filly.
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> Moonlight Shimmer.
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> Such an adorable name.
-
> To his other side, his wife.
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> You hadn't bothered with her name.
-
> She was more incidental to this situation.
-
> But she had the most lustrous orange fur you had seen.
-
> It reminded you of somepony you despised.
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> Somepony responsible for all of this.
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> You let the knife rest at her neck.
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> But you do not look at her. Your gaze remains fixed on the wall.
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"There is a table to your right, with a quill and parchment on it."
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> At first, there is no response.
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> He just continues staring forward.
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> And after a minute passes, you feel rage beginning to build.
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"I am not making a suggestion. Go to the table."
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> He continues to stare bleakly forward.
-
> But, in time, his body begins to move.
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> He robotically rises, and trots over to the table.
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> "What do you want me to write?"
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> A defeated soul.
-
> Perfect.
-
> It was suitable for what you needed done.
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"A suicide note. I will tell you the specifics as you write it."
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> There is barely a reaction.
-
> But his voice sounds out again.
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> How you wish you could silence it.
-
> "Do my wife and daughter get to live?"
-
> At that, his wife lets out a gasp.
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> But you lay a reassuring hand on her head.
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> Honesty.
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> Honesty could cause great suffering.
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"You all get to live. Just not here. I will find somewhere suitable for you."
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> When a simple lie could create such joy.
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> You could see the relief in his expression.
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> It was better this way.
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> "Where do I begin?"
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> The dinner was soon.
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> You stared at yourself in the cracked mirror.
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> You could scarcely recognize the man before you.
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> Never before had you allowed such bags to form under your eyes.
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> You had barely slept in three days.
-
> Only a short period when you dealt with Flash.
-
> Your posture was horrible.
-
> A natural consequence of walking with the cane.
-
> You had always taken a pride-filled stance.
-
> Yet now, it required more effort than you could expend.
-
> Your hair, freshly cut yesterday, now was messy atop your head.
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> Five o'clock shadow along your jaw.
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> Your suit was messily wrinkled.
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> This would not do.
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> You may have lost drive to wear your mask.
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> But you would not give her the satisfaction of breaking you.
-
> You open the door of your office and address the Gryphon out there.
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"You, Seraph. Fetch me a new suit from my room."
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> "Yes, Lord Fylkir."
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> One of Talon's subordinates.
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> Talon's work was too critical for you to be taking up his time right now.
-
> Moving into your bathroom, you turn on the shower.
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> Once within it, you withdraw a razor blade.
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> And begin fixing your facial hair.
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> And then the hair on your head.
-
> Exiting the bathroom, you find the suit waiting for you.
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> You put the fresh suit.
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> Platinum cuff-links.
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> Yet, there is one thing you do not keep from your typical garb.
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> Your platinum crown remains on your desk.
-
> And you leave it.
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> You didn't need it.
-
> It was time for dinner.
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> "Good evening, fair Anonymous. We hope you are well this eve."
-
> It was always fascinating talking to Luna.
-
> She had been waiting for you in the parlour, along with the other guests.
-
> Dinner would be soon.
-
> But it could not begin without Twilight, of course.
-
> Who had still yet to arrive.
-
> You dearly hoped she would at least continue to play the game at least one more day.
-
> While she had mostly adopted her speech, she liked certain words.
-
> Like calling you fair.
-
> If you didn't know better, you'd swear at times she was hitting on you.
-
> But you suspected she was teasing.
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"As well as can be expected, I suppose. I imagine Celly told you all about what happened?"
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> Her face takes on a grim expression.
-
> "She had mentioned you suffered a wound most dire. Your leg, I believe?"
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> You nod.
-
> There was no sense hiding it from her.
-
> While Luna did not have the protective instinct over you that Celestia did...
-
> She remained concerned. In her own special way.
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> "At least you haven't let it keep you down. Better to die standing up!"
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> You let out a polite laugh at that.
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> Luna was another who shared a good deal in common with the Gryphons.
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> No doubt a product of being from another time.
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"No doubt, but I do so hope that things aren't quite that dire."
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> She lets out a chuckle, before moving to another topic.
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> You mingle for a short while longer, when the doors to the castle open.
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> And in moves your wife.
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> You feel your breath leave your lungs as you gaze upon her.
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> Her mane is...
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> Not done.
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> Her dress...
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> She doesn't have one.
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> She looks...
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> Normal.
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> Immaculate.
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> So beautiful, and so terrible.
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> A swarm of partygoers move over toward her at once.
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> They had already had their fill of gossiping with you, Luna and Celestia you supposed.
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> Even Spike had been dragged in on the action, much to his chagrin.
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> Although Blueblood remained, as ever, a center of attention.
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> As the only stallion royal, you suppose it made sense.
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> But, casting your view over to Twilight, you see her desperately looking about.
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> Ignoring the party guests.
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> That was... unconventional.
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> She did say she was tired of playing pretend.
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> She continues to scan the room until she spots you.
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> When her eyes meet yours, they light up.
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> But as her eyes fall, they take on a deep sadness.
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> They lock on to the cane in your hand.
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> Perhaps someone had told her.
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> Perhaps it had been Celestia, it would not be unexpected.
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> She begins to move through the crowd toward you.
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> But you cannot allow her that small mercy just yet.
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> Holding up your wine glass, you tap it with a fork.
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"Everyone, we've officially got the full party here. To the dining hall!"
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> The ponies begin aggressively shuffling out of the parlour and into the hall.
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> And you allow yourself to be swept up in the flock.
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> Luna keeps to your left side to ensure your leg is not bumped into.
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> But it seems Twilight will have none of this.
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> She flies over the crowd, and lands right beside you.
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> The other partygoers huff and puff at her display.
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> Even you find it hard to resist the urge to scold her for her indiscretion.
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> "Anon, we need to talk. Please."
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> There is an expression of sincere sadness on her face.
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> But you could not allow yourself to be concerned with that.
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> She was feeling guilt only now that she had wounded you physically.
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> It was clear she did not feel guilt for the real damage she had inflicted.
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> Perhaps she was worried that divorcing you after you were wounded would hurt her reputation.
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> She had proven herself so selfish.
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"We can speak over the meal, dear."
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> You had taken your place at the head of the table.
-
> While typically for such affairs you were at the side, in Ponyville you were the primary Prince.
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> And Twilight the primary princess.
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> So you sat at the forefront, with Celestia and Luna to one side.
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> And Spike and Blueblood on the other.
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> And nearly fifty aristocrats following each of them down the sides.
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> The time was so close.
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> You stand up, carefully, and slowly.
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> And raise your glass of wine into the air.
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"My friends and colleagues, I appreciate your taking the time to visit us on such short notice."
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"I recognize that we all have terribly busy schedules, minus Prince Spike and Princess Luna."
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> You get a couple of indignant 'HEY's out of that and some light laughter from the aristocrats.
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> They were ever-so easy to entertain.
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"But the reason I have called you all here tonight is for a day of celebration."
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"I have with me a treaty, bound and signed by the Farin Woods, consenting to peace with Equestria."
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> Gasps ring out throughout the room.
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> Celestia, in particular, has a look of shock on her face.
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> The Farin Woods, a Deerborn country, had been harassing Equestrian borders for ages.
-
> Because of their guerilla tactics, they had never been fully dealt with.
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> But now, they had.
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"And so, I propose a toast! To peace in our age!"
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> An uproarious cheer echoed through the halls.
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> As you clinked your glass with your wife and the other princesses, your eyes focused on Twilight's glass.
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> As she drunk deep from the crimson wine.
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> Deeper than you had expected, actually.
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> You sit back down, and the table quickly breaks off into conversation.
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> While the rest of the conversation interests you, you address Twilight.
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"So... what did you want to discuss?"
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> She looks about briefly, to ensure some degree of privacy, before moving her face close to yours.
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> Her eyes are puffy, like tears are about to fall.
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> "I... I..."
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> "I'm so sorry Anon."
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> She should not be doing this.
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> Not right now.
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> You needed to control this situation.
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> If anyone else heard...
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"Twilight, calm down. We can discuss thi-"
-
> "I burned the divorce papers. Last night."
-
> What?
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> But, no, she couldn't...
-
> "I... I need to explain myself. If you'll let me. I understand if you won't."
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> You are barely cognizant of her words.
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> Your eyes affixed to her glass.
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> "But I beg of you, please, give me a-"
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> She coughs into her hoof briefly, before continuing.
-
> "-a chance to fix this."
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> You turn to look at her.
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> Her brilliant, shimmering eyes.
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> Her perfect hair.
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> She couldn't do this to you. Not right now.
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> And yet, you could not deny her.
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> You never could.
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"Speak quietly."
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> She nods, and reaches for her glass of wine for quick drink again.
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> You do not stop her.
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> "Last night, I..."
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> A look of discomfort falls across her face.
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> She corrects where she intended to begin.
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> "I suppose I should start at the beginning. With why I... was with Flash."
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> A dodging way of putting it.
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> But suitable.
-
> You had been curious about that detail.
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"Continue."
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> "We were incredibly drunk."
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> You almost laugh at the bluntness of her statement.
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> But the sombre atmosphere prevents you.
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> Your gaze continues to scan the tables, ensuring your conversation remains private.
-
> "And... It had been almost a month since I had seen you. At the Royal Soiree in Manehattan."
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> "We had barely even spoken that night either. You had ambassadors to please."
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> Had you truly spent so little time together?
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> You suppose you had been distant.
-
> Twilight attempts to clear her throat, but is struggling.
-
> "It's not a justification, but it's what happened. And... After, when I woke up, I told him never to speak to me again."
-
> That was... curious.
-
> Featherweight had given you the impression that this was a repeating cycle.
-
> "I had hoped I could bury that betrayal, but even when I thought you didn't know... It ate me up inside."
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> Her hoof runs over her chest.
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> She's nibbling on a bit of salad.
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> She always nibbles when she's nervous.
-
> "When I had heard you were coming from Canterlot, I thought I could tell you all of what happened."
-
> Her expression is heartbreaking.
-
> The look of a defeated mare.
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> Of your mare.
-
> "When Gilded came to me with the letters, asking me to protect him, I... I couldn't believe it."
-
> "Like I could say we were even. Like... Like I didn't have to feel guilty any longer."
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> She lets out a loose chuckle.
-
> But it leads into a bit of a coughing fit.
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> "And then I realized what happened to Flash was my fault, and I felt even more guilty."
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> Her eyes cast down to your meal.
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> Eggplant Parmigiana.
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> Her favourite.
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> "But when we went to-
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> Another cough.
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> "- dinner... I just felt so relieved. Like the whole world was right again."
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> She takes another drink of wine.
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> And moves to refill her glass.
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> She has been drinking it down incredibly quickly.
-
> "And when we left Aria's... The whole world came crashing down around me."
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> She's swallowing thickly.
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> Another cough.
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> You maintain your look on the table.
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> You can't look at her.
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> Not now.
-
> "I had initially ordered those papers for you. If you wanted to leave me."
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> "But when I was cornered... I panicked. And I've hurt you for it..."
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> Her hoof lays on your leg.
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> She tries to get you to look at her.
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> But you can't.
-
> "If you're still willing to try..."
-
> "I think we-"
-
> She starts coughing, but tries to talk through it.
-
> "I think we can fix-"
-
> The coughs overwhelm her for a moment, but it calms.
-
> When she thinks she's calmed down enough, she tries again.
-
> "We can fix this."
-
> And she coughs again.
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> And hot crimson flies over the table.
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> A scream erupts from your right.
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> As you look over to Twilight, a look of pure shock is on her face.
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> Blood drips down from her muzzle, staining her fur.
-
> She pushes back the chair in panic, but another racket of coughs cause her to fall on her back.
-
> And you feel hot panic flow through you as well.
-
"Twilight! Someone get a doctor!"
-
> The words were supposed to come out as authoritative.
-
> But they come out as a struggled plea.
-
> Vaguely you're aware of Luna running out of the room.
-
> And Celestia attempting to command the nobility to calm.
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> You push back your chair to move to her.
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> You were meant to get up on your right leg and move to her.
-
> You attempt to get up on your left.
-
> The splint snaps, and your bone flies loose.
-
> Yet you do not feel the pain.
-
> Your collapse atop her.
-
> Staring into those beautiful eyes.
-
> As the whites around them slowly filled with red.
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> Her hoof lightly pressing against your chest.
-
> "A-anon?"
-
> She's barely whispering.
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> She hacks up blood once more, and it strikes you across the face.
-
> You lean in close to her ear.
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> Your body is heaving with unshed tears.
-
> It wasn't supposed to be this way.
-
"I'm so sorry..."
-
> It was barely a whisper in her ear.
-
> The movement of her hoof is slowly fading.
-
> You can feel her pulse through your hand on her neck.
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> Through your cheek at the side of her face.
-
> She weakly croaks, trying to form words you cannot bear to hear.
-
> Neither can you bring yourself to look back at her eyes.
-
> To gaze into those brilliant orbs.
-
> And so you stay beside her head.
-
> Listening to her pulse.
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> "I..."
-
> It is slowly fading.
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> Her body is seizing in your hands.
-
> "Still..."
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> Her hoof holds still against your chest.
-
> Her back hooves cease movement as well.
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> "Love..."
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> She can't do this to you.
-
> She betrayed you.
-
> "You."
-
> And like that, her body stops seizing.
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> The hoof falls down against her.
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> And her pulse stops.
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> And with it, so too does yours.
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> And neither would start again.
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> Slowly, you cracked open your eyes.
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> The room you were in was shrouded in darkness.
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> A roaring thunderstorm rages outside the window.
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> A dull beep by your head.
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> You're back in the medical bay.
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> Alone, at the moment.
-
> Your mind attempts to piece together what happened.
-
> After what happened to Twilight...
-
> After what you did to her.
-
> Panic had ensued.
-
> Celestia and Luna had managed to keep some degree of order.
-
> You don't know how long you laid there by her side.
-
> It felt like an eternity.
-
> They had to pry you off of her, eventually.
-
> The first time they tried...
-
> You had lashed out at them.
-
> At Spike.
-
> You supposed that was a poor decision.
-
> Doubtless the situation was as hard for him.
-
> Well, not quite as hard.
-
> He wasn't the cause.
-
> But you weren't thinking straight.
-
> You weren't thinking at all.
-
> Irrespective, eventually you had lost the strength to resist their efforts.
-
> When you were pulled away...
-
> Seeing her fur matted with blood.
-
> Her body shock-still.
-
> Seeing her eyes.
-
> Wide, and stained fully red with blood.
-
> But no longer shimmering.
-
> That was when you had lost control of your tears.
-
> Dimly, you were aware that you were still covered in her blood.
-
> You would have thought they would have cleaned you.
-
> But perhaps they were still too busy with the fallout.
-
> You had no idea how long it had been since that time.
-
> Once they had separated you, time was a blur.
-
> A blur of oaths for vengeance from Celestia.
-
> Cries of rage from you.
-
> Talon.
-
> He had taken you to the medical bay, at Celestia's order.
-
> And he had been the target of your rage.
-
> You had told him and his entire troupe to get out of your sight.
-
> To never set foot in this castle again.
-
> It appeared they had complied.
-
> But the cinders of that rage had burned out.
-
> You felt numb.
-
> This was her fault, yet again.
-
> Had she not...
-
> Had she not apologized.
-
> Then your plan would have worked.
-
> Had she come back playing the game.
-
> Wearing her mask.
-
> Then you would have felt like this was a victory.
-
> Like you had won the day.
-
> You would have been a saviour to Equestria.
-
> The prince who put Equestria above his own losses.
-
> You know the words to be lies.
-
> They feel empty, and hollow.
-
> Honesty.
-
> Perhaps there was more to it.
-
> Perhaps the Gryphons weren't always right.
-
> Looking down, you see an IV drip inserted.
-
> But you have no idea why.
-
> Surely, you weren't lacking fluids.
-
> Perhaps some sort of painkiller.
-
> Your leg had to be in a much worse condition after your foolishness.
-
> A crack of lightning.
-
> You were stunned at how much rain had been falling.
-
> Two nights in a row, no less.
-
> Sitting up in your bed, you look around the room.
-
> A lancing pain erupts from your leg as it shifts in the bed.
-
> It seemed those painkillers were not working.
-
> But there was another concern.
-
> You were naked.
-
> Your suit, still stained with grime and browned blood, sat on a chair.
-
> Your cane beside it.
-
> Your watch, however, remained on your arm.
-
> It was close to one in the morning.
-
> If you stayed here, things would work out for you.
-
> Gilded's manifesto would be found in about five hours, in your office.
-
> Neatly folded into an envelope and slipped under your door.
-
> Everyone would know of the Captain of the Ponyville Guard, who killed the princess.
-
> And then himself, with his family.
-
> Celestia would never forgive herself.
-
> Her selection for guard, after millennia of experience, not only crippled someone who was like a son to her...
-
> He killed her most faithful student.
-
> It's possible she might even begin to withdraw from political life.
-
> The stress and grief of this weighing on her.
-
> You knew she had done so in the past, when intense strife had struck.
-
> Typically when she was naive enough to take a lover.
-
> Or The Banishment.
-
> Or any number of other circumstances.
-
> There was an entire executive council in place to assume control should that happen.
-
> Although, with Luna back, who knows how things would work out.
-
> Either way, you would be clear to take on a more prominent role.
-
> You could unite the world as the proper leader of Equestria.
-
> But, you had come to realize...
-
> You were not the proper leader of Equestria.
-
> You never had been.
-
> You pull out the IV drip.
-
> Turning to the side, you unplug the heartrate monitor.
-
> And you pull off the heartrate monitor's attachments to your chest.
-
> You couldn't allow that to happen.
-
> A kindness could allow someone to escape great injustice.
-
> Did you deserve to escape?
-
> Your body moved on autopilot.
-
> You knew what you had to do.
-
> You attempt to move out of the bed.
-
> But when your torso reaches the edge, your leg moves.
-
> White-hot pain lances through you, and you feel dizzy.
-
> Unfortunately, your position meant that this caused you to collapse off the side.
-
> Onto the tile floor.
-
> You suppress a scream.
-
> You lay on the ground for a little while.
-
> Waiting for the pain in your leg to subside.
-
> They had re-splinted it.
-
> However, now the splint glowed with a dim light.
-
> It had been magically reinforced to prevent a break.
-
> When you feel stable enough, you pull yourself over to one of the chairs.
-
> Pulling yourself up, you sit in it.
-
> In the chair beside you is your suit.
-
> You pull out the blood-stained dress shirt first.
-
> And begin to put it on.
-
> You leave behind the blazer.
-
> You put on the dress pants next.
-
> That part of the process takes you easily an hour.
-
> An hour of intense agony.
-
> But ultimately, you are dressed once more.
-
> Taking your cane from the wall, you rise up.
-
> And move out of the door.
-
> The medical bay was barren.
-
> Not a nurse or doctor to be seen.
-
> You imagine at this time of night they have a skeleton staff keeping an ear out.
-
> It wasn't a public hospital, after all.
-
> Strictly for guards, most of the time.
-
> Speaking of guards, you were surprised there were none here.
-
> Even when you exited the medical bay, the castle was barren.
-
> But it worked well for you.
-
> You imagine they would not be as permitting as yesterday about your movement.
-
> You know where you are headed.
-
> And as your office comes into view, you're struck by the lack of guards.
-
> Seems Talon had taken your words to heart.
-
> Loyalty.
-
> What did it really mean.
-
> Obeying your command, or doing what was best for you?
-
> Perhaps they were synonymous in this case.
-
> Opening the door, you see the room exactly as you left it.
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> Even the small white envelope on the floor.
-
> Picking it up, you shamble over to the fireplace.
-
> It is nothing but cinders at the moment.
-
> But you can fix that.
-
> Your cigar box is still out on the balcony.
-
> Getting rained on.
-
> You move out, and open it up.
-
> You withdraw the lighter.
-
> You pause for a moment.
-
> And throw the box off the balcony.
-
> You didn't need it any more.
-
> You then move back to the fireplace
-
> And you hold up the letter.
-
> You stop for a minute, in consideration.
-
> Before a steely resolve washes over you.
-
> You bring the lighter up, and ignite the letter.
-
> Before casting it into the fireplace.
-
> Gilded didn't deserve that.
-
> He would be remembered as a hero.
-
> But a thought occurred to you.
-
> He wasn't the only loose end you had planned to tie.
-
> And looking to your watch, the other would be tied soon.
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> You needed to move.
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> When you turn around to leave the room, you're once again struck by your mirror.
-
> You had spent such time fixing your appearance yesterday for dinner.
-
> To make everything perfect.
-
> And yet now, you couldn't bear to see yourself.
-
> Especially with... Her all over you.
-
> Looking in the mirror, your body locks up.
-
> Her final words repeating endlessly in your head.
-
> Frustration builds within you.
-
> It wasn't fair.
-
> But it was.
-
> The guilt building up in you...
-
> You somewhat understood what she felt now.
-
> The guilt of betrayal.
-
> It burned worse than anything you had ever felt.
-
> Your leg paled in comparison to the ache in your heart.
-
> The ache of guilt which had festered in you for years.
-
> With every betrayal.
-
> With every justification.
-
> Every time you did something for the greater good.
-
> You had signed it away as being for the best.
-
> That you couldn't do wrong.
-
> Looking at yourself now, your eyes have gotten worse.
-
> The dark rings thick under them.
-
> Bloodshot.
-
> Like a man driven to madness.
-
> The responsibility of ruling demanded darkness.
-
> All of you understood that, to a degree.
-
> The royalty, that is.
-
> And yet, you had never considered it darkness.
-
> It was necessary.
-
> But perhaps there had been other ways.
-
> You just had never considered them.
-
> Your right arm lashes out, and smashes the mirror before you.
-
> The glass shatters, and flies through the air.
-
> A shard slices cleanly along your hand.
-
> The sting feels nice.
-
> It feels like the beginnings of justice.
-
> You had always lashed out when angry.
-
> Destroying things.
-
> Ponies.
-
> Because you could not express yourself properly.
-
> Because the slightest infraction would cause a national outrage.
-
> Because you were perfect for them.
-
> There was only one pony you could ever be yourself with.
-
> Looking back, it had been ages since you had spent real time with her.
-
> You had been caught up in the sway of politics.
-
> Neglectful.
-
> And you could never be with her again.
-
> Never look at her shining smile.
-
> Never slowly preen her wings as you discussed your days.
-
> Never intricately plan something meaningless, just to do it together.
-
> Never discuss magic for hours on end.
-
> Never love.
-
> You move over to your desk and withdraw a cloth.
-
> This wallowing was meaningless.
-
> You couldn't save Twilight at this point.
-
> And you couldn't save yourself.
-
> But there was still somepony you could save.
-
> Somepony who meant the world to your closest friend.
-
> Your brother.
-
> You would not betray Spike as well.
-
> You had your fill of betrayal.
-
> You wrap the cloth around your hand, tying it tight.
-
> The cloth is immediately stained red with blood.
-
> A substance you had seen far too much of lately.
-
> Taking your cane, you move to exit your office.
-
> Looking to your watch, you realize you had to hurry.
-
> Your reminiscing was costing you precious time.
-
> Your agent would be at Carousel Boutique any moment.
-
> As you walk through the empty halls of the castle, the only sound is that of your cane on the tile.
-
> And the relentless pounding of the rain and thunder outside.
-
> This would not be easy.
-
> You had difficulty enough walking in general, right now.
-
> Walking in the muddy, rainy conditions outside...
-
> It was an irrelevancy.
-
> You had to do this.
-
> Equestria needed a prince who could lead her into a new era.
-
> That was no longer you.
-
> But there remained one who could save this country.
-
> You were confident in that.
-
> But if he lost her tonight...
-
> He might never recover.
-
> Not so soon after Twilight.
-
> Reaching the front gates to the castle, you finally encounter some guards.
-
> Not your Gryphons, but the regular staff of the castle.
-
> They move toward you, but you will have none of it.
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"I'm going out."
-
> They attempt to comment, but you ignore them.
-
> One of them moves to get in your way.
-
> You look down at him.
-
"Move, or so help me you will lose everything you hold dear."
-
> No doubt the look of pure insanity about you influenced his capitulation.
-
> Once upon a time, you would have persuaded them to let you pass.
-
> With pretty language and compliments.
-
> But you couldn't do that any longer.
-
> Your mask was long gone.
-
> The storm continued to rage outside.
-
> The winds were intense, blowing trees to their sides.
-
"You will stay here."
-
> You couldn't risk them knowing.
-
> If you were implicated in this assassination, then the story might come to light.
-
> That would crush Spike. And potentially Celestia.
-
> Perhaps it would be better if they knew the truth.
-
> But not like this.
-
> The guards remain at their posts as you take your first step out into the mud.
-
> Your cane sinks deep into the earth.
-
> As does your right leg.
-
> This would be difficult.
-
> And so it proves to be.
-
> Every step takes an immense amount of concentration.
-
> The wind whips at you harshly, irritating the cuts on your hand even through the bandage.
-
> The cold of the intense weather seeps into your heart.
-
> And the rain has you soaked to the bone.
-
> But you carry on.
-
> When you are almost to the boutique, a particularly strong gust of wind knocks your cane out from under you.
-
> You fall face first into the mud.
-
> Searing pain erupts from your leg as it jars against the ground.
-
> Desperately, you attempt to find purchase to lift yourself up.
-
> But your hand continues to slip on the slick ground.
-
> Pulling your head up, you look at the boutique.
-
> The lights remain on.
-
> And you can see, atop the front awning...
-
> A dark pony-shaped shadow.
-
> Peering in from the upper level through a window.
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"Hey!"
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> You attempt to call out, but it comes out as a croak.
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> It would be impossible to hear you in this weather.
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> You needed to get close.
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> And so you once again attempt to push yourself up.
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> And succeed.
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> You begin to move to the boutique.
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> You would not fail this time.
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> You couldn't.
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> You eventually reach the side of the boutique.
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> And collapsed against it.
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> Your entire body ached with exhaustion.
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> You had so little sleep...
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> But you had to carry on.
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> You tried calling out to the shadowy individual, but they still could not hear you.
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> As you looked up, you saw the awning not too far up from you.
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> You needed to get even closer still.
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> Which meant climbing.
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> Ordinarily, you would have little trouble climbing up there.
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> You had a powerful physique.
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> But you were weak right now.
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> Weak and crippled.
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> Just focus.
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> Focus on what needs to be done.
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> Balancing on one leg, you throw up your cane to the awning.
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> The silver pommel hooks over the edge, the cane hanging down.
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> You grab on, and try to pull yourself up.
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> But your hands slip right off.
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> The rain had made it too slippery.
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> You pull down the cane.
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> You had an idea.
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> Tearing off your shirt, you wrap the cloth around it.
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> While the shirt was wet, you could still grip it.
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> The shirt was still stained.
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> With her blood.
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> It pained you to see it.
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> How could the rain not wash it away?
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> Why couldn't it just go away?
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> You nearly lapse back into a shocked state.
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> But you tear yourself out of it.
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> You needed to do this.
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> Hooking the cane back on to the awning, you heave on the cloth.
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> It makes a loud stretching noise, but holds.
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> With one leg against the wall, you start pulling yourself up.
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> Desperately, you slowly ascend.
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> Your one leg is burning with the effort of pulling up.
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> But when you're near the top, a slippery spot strikes your foot.
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> And you fall back into the mud.
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> Immense pain blossoms across your body.
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> Particularly from your leg.
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> You hear a loud ringing sound in your ears.
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> And your vision flashes white.
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> The world is spinning.
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> You can't focus...
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> You can't do it.
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> But you have to.
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> You push yourself up, swallowing your nausea.
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> Your muscles scream in resistance.
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> The world continues to spin as you reach out to grip the cane.
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> You miss it, falling against the wall again.
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> You can't do this...
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> You're too weak.
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> But if you don't, then everyone loses.
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> And you won't let that happen.
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> Your hand takes up the cane again.
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> And you make another attempt.
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> Your vision is darkened around the edges.
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> And you can't concentrate.
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> Your foot slips again.
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> But this time, you shoot out your other leg.
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> And catch the wall against it.
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> You can feel the bone shift out of place again.
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> An incredible pain shoots through you.
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> But the magically-enhanced splint prevents it from giving in.
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> You attempt to scream in pain.
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> But it comes out barely a gasp.
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> Forcing yourself to overcome it, you push up on your shattered leg.
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> Before catching the wall again with your right leg.
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> Relief floods through you as the pressure is released on your bad leg.
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> And you catch the ledge with your hands.
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> You slowly, but surely pull yourself up and over.
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> You could see him from where you were.
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> Pulling up the cane, you struggle to your feet.
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> The surface is slippery, but with great care you manage to rise.
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"Hey!"
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> That gets his attention.
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> But you notice something horrifying.
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> The window is open, and his crossbow is out.
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> You move in his direction.
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> And he pulls back from the window.
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> Perfect timing, as ever.
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> Now you could solve this.
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"Apologies, but I no longer require you-"
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> A loud twang sounds out.
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> Your breath catches in your throat.
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> Pain spreads out from your chest.
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> You look down.
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> A shimmering steel bolt.
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> Embedded in your chest.
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> Your eyes can't look away from it, but you force them to.
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> Your eyes look back up to him.
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> There is a panicked expression on his face.
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> Time seems to stand still.
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> The only thing moving being the rain.
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> Until you speak.
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"You shot-"
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> Another twang sounds out.
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> The bolt hits you in the stomach this time.
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> You can feel it penetrate deeply.
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> And a third twang.
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> It lands beside the second shot, another in your stomach.
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> The pony then turns, and sprints off the roof.
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> You watch him go with a look of disbelief on your face.
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> Fucking mercenaries.
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> Your body resists your commands to move.
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> But slowly, your hand moves to one of the bolts in your stomach.
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> It's wedged in deep.
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> Removing it would kill you faster.
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> You prepare to call out to Rarity for help, her window still open there.
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> When suddenly, fatigue overwhelms you.
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> Your legs give out from under you.
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> Loudly, your body smashes against the roof.
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> And you roll harshly off the side of the building.
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> You land on your back in the thick muck.
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> You would think that fall would hurt quite badly.
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> But you can barely feel a thing.
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> The bolt in your chest was pushed in further by your fall.
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> You focus on your breathing.
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> In and out.
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> When you hear a door open.
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> And a male voice ring out.
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> "Is anypony out there?"
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> He shouldn't be here.
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> He can't see you right now.
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> Please, just go back inside...
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> "Anon?"
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> "What're you doing here?"
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> You can barely hear him over the continuing roar of the rain.
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> You try to lift your head to acknowledge him.
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> To tell him it's all fine.
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> But you can't.
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> You don't have the strength.
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> "A-anon...?"
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> You hear a gasp.
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> So he's noticed.
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> He runs quickly to your side.
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> And sits beside you, looking over your body.
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> "No..."
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> You feel his claws touch the bolt in your chest.
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> He's shaking.
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> Uncontrollably.
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> "Rarity! Rarity get help!"
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> His voice is a screech to your ears.
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> He's on the verge of tears as it is.
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> He collapses beside you.
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> "Please, Anon... Don't do this to me..."
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> A morbid sob escapes his mouth.
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> He can't control himself.
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> "Rarity!"
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> His screams echo into the night.
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> You muster the strength to speak.
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"Spike... listen to me."
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> He looks up to you.
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> His eyes filled with hope.
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> "Anon! You're ok!"
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> It hurts more than your wounds to dash his hopes.
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> But he needs to listen.
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"Not for long. Listen closely."
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> You can feel the darkness closing in on you.
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> You didn't have long.
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"You need to find Talon, and tell him to stop the plan."
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> The door opens once again.
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> And you hear Rarity say something, but you can't make it out.
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> But you hear Spike's scream.
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> "Anon's dying! Get help! Now!"
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> You can't see her, but you presume she left when he turned back to you.
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> "You'll tell him yourself, Anon. It's going to be fine..."
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> It pained you to see such denial.
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> You wished you could play pretend for him one last time.
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> But he needed to hear this.
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"It's not, Spike. And there's more you need to do..."
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> You cough, and pain flares up from your wounds.
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> They're oozing blood.
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> "No! You can't just give up! We can save you... We have to..."
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> You managed to lift a hand.
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> You hold the side of his face.
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"You need to take care of Velvet for me. And Celestia."
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> His eyes are bloodshot.
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> Tears falling freely.
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"They're not going to do so well after this. See them at least once a week."
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> "Stop! Stop talking, it's just making you weaker."
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> He puts his claws under you, and attempts to lift you.
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> But that causes more blood to ooze up from your wounds.
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> And you cough intensely from it.
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> So he immediately sets you back down.
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> "Anon... Please, just not right now... I can't..."
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> Sobs break up his words.
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> Your hand falls from his face, back to the mud.
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> He starts coughing, choking on his tears.
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> "You're all I have left..."
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> His claws cover his face.
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> He can't bear to look at you.
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"That's not true. You have Rarity."
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> He lays down beside you, his arms wrapped around his face.
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> The puddles from the rain around you had turned crimson.
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"And you need to remember her. Always."
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> Yet more crying.
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> But you knew he was listening.
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"Cherish her every day. When she's your princess, never neglect a second."
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> You wish you had someone to tell you this before.
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> But you never had anyone.
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> You lost that when you came here.
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"Because she'll be gone before you know it. And you'll want those memories."
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> This cough is accompanied by blood.
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> A lot of it.
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> You spit it out.
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"Above all, never change."
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> You tilt your head to the right.
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> He's staring forward, blankly.
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> Tears freely running.
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> "I won't, Anon. I promise you. I promise..."
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> His eyes look back at you.
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> You attempt a serene smile.
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"Good. You always were a better prince than me."
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> You can hear the shouts of guards in the distance.
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> But the darkness is closing in on you.
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> But at the voices, Spike perks up.
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> "They're here! You're going to be fine!"
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> Sorry.
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> You're so sorry.
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> That you can't be stronger.
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> But you're so tired.
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"Goodbye, Spike."
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> "What? No! Anonymous, stay with me, please!"
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> Your eyes close.
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> They're too heavy to keep open.
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> "Stay with me, just a little longer!"
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> You wondered if you would see her again.
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> If you would get to be with her.
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> "Help him! Now! Hurry!"
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> To see her smile.
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> "Please..."
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> Would she forgive you?
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> "I don't care! Save him!"
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> You had long forgiven her.
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> But you had done so much worse.
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> "What do you mean stopped?"
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> But who were you kidding.
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> You wouldn't get to see her.
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> "No. Do it again!"
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> She deserved so much better.
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> "Again!"
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> But still...
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> "Please..."
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> A man could hope.
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> A man could dream.
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> And with that final thought...
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> You let the darkness consume you.
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> And the voices fade.
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> And you begin your everlasting dream.
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> You are Gwalor Skytalon.
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> Best known among the Equestrians as Talon.
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> And it has been three years since Equestria lost it's royal couple.
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> One, a national hero, who had saved the world time and time again.
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> The other, their most treasured Prince.
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> Your best friend.
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> Your only friend, at the time.
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> You are currently visiting their grave.
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> A monolithic statue, rising tall into the sky.
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> It depicts Anonymous with Twilight hanging from his back.
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> Both pointing to the skies.
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> It rests on the border between Equestria and the Holy Accipi Empire.
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> It was the only place they could be together.
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> Their deaths had caused such immense political upheaval.
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> The Gryphons had blamed the ponies, because it was a pony who had slain the Fylkir.
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> The Ponies had blamed... Well, you. And by extension the Gryphons.
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> They blamed you for your failure.
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> That you could not protect Twilight and Anon.
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> If they had known the truth, you had no doubt you would be dead now.
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> Both lives weighed heavily on your conscience.
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> And they forever would.
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> It made these trips to this monument painful.
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> So painful you nearly wished you could leave.
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> But you made them once a week.
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> Not alone.
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> But alongside your new Fylkir.
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> The second in almost four centuries.
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> It would figure that it would be another Equestrian.
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> They seemed to have a talent for peace.
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> The dragon was laid out before the statue.
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> Speaking to them about the events of the week.
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> He did so every week. He said he did it so he wouldn't forget.
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> Often times he would fly around the statue.
-
> The years had not been easy on him.
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> The tensions between Equestria and Accipi grew quickly.
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> Especially when Celestia withdrew from public life.
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> And, rather stunningly, so too did Luna.
-
> When the executive council assumed control, that left only two Princes to challenge them.
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> And Blueblood was hardly capable.
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> So war brewed, as the hot-headed politicians debated whose fault the tragedy was.
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> And skirmishes broke out.
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> You had avoided them, trying to find peace on your own.
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> But you didn't need to.
-
> Equestria provided an answer.
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> When the Ponies and the Gryphons had clamoured for war, he rose up.
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> Like the Prince he was, he brought all parties to the table.
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> He was the one who had proposed this monument.
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> And rallied Equestrians and Gryphons alike to build it together.
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> A symbol of unity.
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> An instruction to stay true to the wishes of the late couple.
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> A reminder.
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> So no one would forget.
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> Spike certainly hadn't.
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> And neither had you.
-
> The young drake had aged at an incredible pace since their passing.
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> While he did not grow larger, he unquestionably grew wiser.
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> In his gaze now was a wisdom surpassing any you had ever known.
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> You admired him.
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> He could reconcile justice with kindness.
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> Truth with joy.
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> "He does love to be dramatic, doesn't he?"
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> The Fylkir's wife.
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> She always accompanied him here.
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> They were practically inseparable.
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> Even when you were discussing security with him, she was present.
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> They did everything together.
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"I think he's earned the right to a bit of theatre."
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> A smile creeps upon her face.
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> As she gazes back out at Spike by the statue.
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> You suspected she knew the truth.
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> Or at least suspected it.
-
> Since there was never a culprit found.
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> Only two dead rulers, and a dead guard captain.
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> With his family.
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> There was a reason she was meant to die, after all.
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> But she never revealed it to Spike.
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> You could respect that.
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> "Well, if we don't go bug him he'll be there all day."
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> She was the only one who could break him out of these reveries.
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> You watch as she trots down to him.
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> She always broke him out of it the same way.
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> Her hoof to his muzzle.
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> 'Bit for your thoughts?'
-
> It reminded you of another couple you had known quite well.
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> You see them moving back toward you, and snap to a salute.
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> Spike chuckles as he approaches.
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> "How often do I have to tell you to relax, Talon?"
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> You keep your steely appearance, but reply.
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"Too often, sir."
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> He moves past you, and you move to follow him.
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> Three years ago, Equestria lost two of its greatest heroes.
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> Only you would ever know what actually happened.
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> And in their place rose one to best them all.
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> Your Fylkir.
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> The best hope for peace.
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> And you would follow him until the end of your days.
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