Opalescence played with the mouse. It was one of the things she did on a weekly basis, right after the reset. Finished playing, she ate it without a second thought, and stalked past Sweetie Belle’s room, sneaking a look inside. Sure enough, there was a flash of light as a note appeared on the bed.

Yawning, Opal skulked downstairs, eating her food and drinking her water. Finished that, she paced in a circle a few times in one corner of the room, and then curled into a ball. Closing her eyes, her ears flickered once, and she was soon asleep. After a moment, a spark seemed to rise out of her head, and pass through the wall of the house, becoming invisible.

Rising into the sky, the magic spark rocketed toward Canterlot, heading purposely toward an Inn. Arriving at it, it went through the wall, and found a spider in one corner of the room. The spider didn’t react, however it did slowly turn toward the one heat signature in the room. Its web vibrated as it spoke. Slowly, the vibrations formed specific patterns, and the spider translated them into words.

“Okay, let’s try this again, hrrrg!” Sweetie concentrated, focusing on the spell she had used Twilight Mode to create. Slowly, her hoof began to dissipate slightly, becoming almost a shadowy outline. Two more followed, before the spell fizzled, and she sighed. Pulling out some fabric from her bag, she smiled to it.

“Oh well, if I can’t do Sombra, I can pretend to be Mare-Do-Well.” Giggling, Sweetie changed her height, and got dressed. Concentrating, she also grew wings, ensuring they were hid expertly under the cape. Nodding, she opened the window, glancing toward all her items. The chances of her accidentally causing a reset were low, so she took the chance and left them in her room.

As Sweetie flew out of the room, the spark also left the Spider, once more passing through the ceiling and making a beeline for a bird high in the sky. There was a brief moment where the bird faltered mid-flap, before steadying out and settling into a glide above the flying pony. As Sweetie flew, she began to sing a merry tune to herself.

Gliding to land, the bird picked a spot on top of a house, watching as Sweetie used her knowledge of events to both cause and stop events. Preening, the bird merely watched, doing nothing. Eventually, the Elements confronted Sweetie, who never gave away her disguise. Eventually, it became night time, and the bird closed its eyes, the spark leaving and following Sweetie once more into the inn room.

“Glad the Ponyville inn is cheap,” she spoke, taking off her disguise as she closed the door, and closed the curtains. Looking out at everything from a crack, she smiled at today, and then turned toward the desk. Writing on it, she began to plan out her actions for tomorrow. Giggling, she wondered just how much mischief she could get away with before being caught.

As the light turned off, the spark once more rose out of the spider, and dissipated. Opal opened her eyes, stretching casually as Rarity came in the door, giving her a weak smile, quickly going back to worry about her sister. Stalking upstairs, Opal swished her tail, heading for her bed. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep in her cat bed.

’She is growing stronger, that much is certain. We’re nearing the end, finally.’

‘I was lucky, in some aspects, to gain such a strong resourceful filly, no matter. When this is over, I will gain what I want, and she will return to her life, unharmed, unknowing.’

‘There are two rogue elements in my spell, I must prepare for the case that they might interfere. Both are powerful, maybe too powerful. Hopefully my safety measures hold. The Dragons shouldn’t be able to gain access, and Discord would need to go against his very nature.’

‘Still, I must prepare. As the images blur together, she will soon descend to the most destructive part of this process. The Dragons might resist now, but I must include them in the spell before that happens.’

‘Or at the very least, I must prepare to limit the damage she can do. As her power grows, her chains must grow tighter.’

He laughs

‘The years of waiting, finally I will succeed where I failed.’

‘And no one can stop me.’

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