Chapter forty six

The castle that Celestia and Luna once called their own remains desolated today by the Ever Free Forest. Years of over growth have done their work and as of now it has only wild animals and the plant life to call it home…

Until recently that is.

Chrysalis orders several other changelings to continue with the patrols of the area, making sure that their little safe haven isn’t found out, until they want it to be that is. Cracks in the walls, broken windows, and even missing blocks are kept in place so as not to lead a distant inspection of the palace by a curious pony, to a closer look. Though on the inside things have changed to some degree.

Barriers have been erected to stop intruders, doors reinforced with extra wood, and even some of the tunnels to the place that have been dug throughout the years have been caved in to stop any advance from behind to get the drop on them. All in all, the queen has been rather busy by this point and is starting to wonder when her king will get back from his own doing… she has already went to Canterlot, did her business and came back by this point. While Sombra remains out of the picture for now.

‘Why am I starting to miss this colt?’ Chrysalis mentally slaps herself, trying to even remember her original plan with the king in the first place, ‘All I wanted to do was get him to fall a little head over hooves for one just as evil as he, maybe a kiss here and there… and perhaps a good rut on occasion,’ the queen grins off to the side to no one, as she starts to walk up the halls of the old ruins by herself.

“Yet now it’s starting to fester… grow, even,” the decaying mare feels a tight pinching in the base of her chest, right where… “No… I can’t really be…” she starts to shake her head. Refusing to believe what that hankering in her rib cage is, as she runs a hoof over her face in misery. The warmth that it brings in to her body, the way it eases her mind when Sombra is around, and the slight pain it leaves when he isn’t there next to her. “No wonder those blasted ponies like this emotion called, love,” the queen rolls her eyes as she continues to wander about.

Though the sound of squeaking hinges draws the mare’s attention to the partially broken window down the hall, as it opens and a black sort of mist seeps inside, taking its natural form in that of King Sombra on the ground. Though he doesn’t even have time to catch a breath as he is tackled by the monarch in the middle of the hallway. Pinning his form below her light frame, and the force of her hooves, the queen stands over top of him. Though Sombra doesn’t even struggle or put up a fight, by now he’s learned to just roll with it.

“Come on, what did I do this time?” he asks, waiting to see what she came up with as a reason to bring him down or possibly sock him in the face. After all he held up his side of the plan, seeing as the sack on him is full still.

“I never said you did anything…” Chrysalis leans her head down a few inches from his own, letting the warming breath exhale from her and brush by the king’s face to let him know that she really isn’t pissed at him.

That point only driven home by the fact that a small genuine smile starts to cover her wicked face as the fangs shine bright to him. Watching him open his mouth to say something, the queen cuts him off the best way she can, with a swift kiss on the lips. The little rush of attraction between them revitalizes the mare, as she feels his lure leach back in to her. Thankful that the crystals on his armor are up and doing their job, and Sombra has remained in the dark all this time. Pulling back slowly as they part, she bites the edge of her lip while looking down upon him as he finally inhales, and opens his eyes to witness her.

“I trust you’re pleased with me then?” he asks with his tone full of sarcasm.

“Well judging by your package…” the queen shakes her head, realizing what she just said, “extremely poor choice of words to be had at the moment.”

“Well I don’t know,” Sombra chuckles at her fumble, “If I would have to guess from your gasps and moans from earlier, I have quite a package on me.”

“…Just shut up…” Chrysalis gets off him and helps the colt to all his feet, as he twists around and brings out the prize that they both seek.

Six little gems levitate in a magical red aura before them. A butterfly, a balloon, one lightning bolt, orange apple, a single diamond, and of course the one that belongs to the princess herself, a star. So simple looking yet at the same time, so powerful in their own right, if used properly that is. Sombra pauses for a moment as he brings them in closer to the queen so she can admire them fully.

“See…” he holds them around, as they start to orbit the royal mare, “I can come through for my queen, when she asks me to.”

“In more than one way that is…” she starts to snicker at him. Remembering finally her previous engagement that she had with the sun princess, “…oh and by the way… while you were taking your time getting back here after going to a tree, which bear in mind isn’t far from here…”

“I took a long route around,” Sombra defends himself against her, “lose them in the woods. In case they tried to follow me from the get go.”

“Hmm… I see… well I may-y-y-y have pissed them off,” she answers innocently while they both walk down the hallway, making their way to the throne room of the castle. Watching the rather curious expression build up on his face, eventually Chrysalis has had enough and stops tormenting him, “I went on my own little mission, to Canterlot…”

The mention of her stopping by the capital causes Sombra to stop mid stride and process what he just heard again, “to say hello to all the troves of friends we have there?”

“You could say that…” she starts to snicker at the sarcastic nature of him, “though I don’t think they’ll miss me after this one.”

“What did you do this time? Crash a funeral…”

“Well no, but there will be a rather royal funeral to pay respects to Celestia’s and Discord’s son now…” the sentence falls off her tongue while the king remains trying to keep up with her, “and on top of that, Celestia herself has now become a three legged princess.”

There’s an eerie pause between the couple as they both stop in the middle of the hall before picking up again with their walk, as Sombra has finally got a reply, “You mean to tell me you’ve cut off her leg, and killed her son?”

“Well I would hope you were able to put that together without me having to say it so bluntly,” Chrysalis prods at him as they enter the main hall now. Both seats of the regal sisters still sitting where they were left as the long corridor remains, with banners and fallen columns about every which way.

“I think it’s safe to say you have royally pissed off Canterlot as a whole…” Sombra remarks to her.

Rather pleased to see the ruthlessness in his queen as he catches the smug expression on her face as a result from her telling her tail. Even in her mind the images replay themselves… the fight she had with Celestia, the blade being brought down upon her limb and severing it from her… finding the prince under the bed and watching the princess plead with her to let her own son live even if it meant the death of herself.

‘So that’s what it’s like to be a mother?’ the monarch thinks to herself while remaining silent and letting her facial expression speak for her, as the queen starts to grin at the image of Tia in despair, ‘…hmm. If I fed off of the love between a parent and their child, instead of a couple, I may be able to take on more than I could have ever imagined,’ the more she thinks about it though, the more some rather surprising thoughts, come to the still rather young and fertile queen.

‘Now what if he and I had-’ Chrysalis mentally slaps herself with her own hoof at some of the abominations that would result, ‘there’s an image for you…’ she tries to picture the disturbing off spring that she would bear by his name, ‘… that would be a rather disconcerting family in its own right. Then again… If someone the likes of Discord could turn out to be quite a dad, than maybe…’ the mare changeling looks towards her malevolent partner while Sombra remains unaware of her current mindset. Only giving him a simple, but true, smile.

“You’re smiling at me…” Sombra returns the simple gesture to her. All the while trying to figure her out, “That's a bad sign, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

Realizing that she is staring at him this whole time, Chrysalis snaps too and swings her head so that her face is covered up with her bangs. “Ahh… nothing, nothing at all,” she attempts to change the subject as best she can with something at hoof, “Here give me a hoof with this now.”

The pair stop in the middle of the room as they use their magic to clear a small space for her to work. Spreading the elements out around her, the mare takes a seat down on her rump as she lets the magic flow in through her own horn from the Corruption spell that he taught her earlier. A single green glow rises out of the base from her head, and on to the tip, enveloping each element that represents the mane six in her grasp as the enchantment starts to slowly but surely seep inside. Chrysalis can feel them fighting back to resist her, with all the good and peace that fills them, but bit by bit, more of the dark magic flows as the spell does its job.

“I will hold it from here… though I can imagine that this will leave me rather busy for now,” Chrysalis responds, feeling the spell work as she holds the concentration on it in the back of her mind.

“Remember, the spell isn’t powerful, but it will do the job…” Sombra reminds her as he watches the queen work her magic, literally. “You can still move about, eat, cast other spells, and heck even sleep. It’s just going to take time for them to be affected.”

“So then I guess I’ll see you in the bed later?” she winks at him tantalizingly as she sees the king start to flush even under his darkened coat.

“Oh you better believe it, though for now, keep to your work.”

“Yes, my king…” Chrysalis answers him, watching the jaw on Sombra almost hit the ground in response. She has never called him that, for that matter, she has never called any other that either. In all her years, the queen has never had one worthy of the title of king to take the empty place by her side. ‘Until now that is…’ she mutters in her head, ‘…Sombra… King Sombra. This will taste like vinegar, that’s just my nature, but… I love you,’ without a single word spoken to him, she puts herself back together. Acknowledging the truth to herself, though happy to keep him in the dark for now, on that particular feeling. “Though I have a task for you, one I believe you will quite enjoy,” the seductive tone, laced with venom, is music to his hears as he listens up.

“Let me hear it, my Queen,” he for the first time, bows out of sheer respect towards her, as Sombra rises after the act. Leaving her speechless for a few moments.

“While the final piece is slid in to place,” she remarks to the elements in her, or their, possession. “I would say it’s time to get a certain pony's attention and have an audience to watch the fall of everything she loves. The patrols have already been sent out to keep the place quiet for now, so you have some free time. I’m sure you already know who I’m talking about?”

Sombra grinds his teeth in anticipation of the soon to be prisoner that will be here to bear witness. Nodding to her like a foal, the king affectionately blows her a kiss before he dissipates in to his shadow form and leaves her be. The queen sits there motionless while she feels the magic work to their inevitable benefit.

Catching the sweet gesture from him with her out stretched hoof, she places it to her own lips. A faint but growing genuine smile drawing itself on her face as she sees Sombra’s puff leave her sight out the cracks and holes in the roof above in the throne room.

“Stay safe now, Sombra… you may be a huge pain in my ass sometimes,” ‘literally on those lovely nights,’ Chrysalis reminds herself from their first encounter, “and you may not hear this any time soon, but I need you… you are, my king… and I, your queen.”

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The patrols that Chrysalis had sent out have started making their rounds of the perimeter. Careful to remain out of sight, and there for out of mind, for now as they take note of any and all that make their way to the ruins of the once great castle. Taking their time in doing the rove, it can get boring after a while and although many will stick to the routine, some do fall out of that favor and make their own path. After all changing it up a bit can make the night watch a little more bearable. As a pair of them make their way through the outer wall of the woods that lead to the bridge to the castle.

Having not slept in quite a while can lead to some to either pure restlessness, or delusion as many can start to lose their minds in an effort to stay awake. Coking and joking back and forth isn’t something that is uncommon in the changeling environment, and although ponies may not see them as such. They can have a rather good time and act quite normal, once you get used to them. The pair are fairly young at that, a male and a female. The two sexes may look the same in some respects, though if you look closer, they have their differences that can tell you which one you’re dealing with.

The male carries a battle axe strung across his broader shoulders, having a thicker neck than the other, and also sporting a slightly longer horn and squarer jaw line. While the female herself keeps a short sword close, as her more slender form slicks its way through the forest while the more flexible joints bend better, and thinner frame goes through tight spaces in the foliage just as strong legs carry her swiftly. As time has dragged on though, with one another close by, they do have something to occupy themselves before they have to report back in.

“Okay, okay… out of the four princesses in Equestria, which one would you go for?” the female asks him, although they are changelings, that doesn’t mean they can’t have their own fantasies.

“Hmm…” he ponders, knowing that the thought has come to mind before, “I would have to say the younger of the two regal sisters… oh what’s her name?”

“Ahh… Celestia is the older one…Luna?”

He lightly stomps a hoof to the ground, “yep that’s the one. Dear, the darker side of her as Nightmare moon was one attractive mare, plus Moonbutt looks fantastic,” the male starts to quiver at just the thought of the evil incarnation of the now sweet sister.

“Like the bad girl image, don’t cha?” she teases.

“You have no idea…”

“How long do we have before they are expecting us back,” she tries to judge from the moon in the sky. While a sly grin starts to stretch from either side of her jaw.

He soon does the same, squinting his eyes to get a general height from the horizon line, “I would say about five hours or so… though you know they could care less. They want to sleep just as much as we do, and are probably expecting us just to go straight to bed afterwards.”

The female does a double take at the moment, looking every which way and direction for one that may be watching, “What do you say we ahh…” she slides a little closer to him, “… kill some of that time…” she bumps her rump against his own as a taunt.

The mare starts to trot off in the distance, swiping her translucent wing in his face to urge him on. The colt doesn’t need much more than that to get him chasing after her like they’re both in heat. Finding her now standing with her back to a tree, eager to have him. Within seconds, like a pair of horny teenagers, their fore hooves are wrapped up and intertwined with in one another. The lips of them locking in the center as the restrained whimpers and coos pass between them with each draw of breath they take. The colt rides his hoof down her back and grasps as best he can on to her rump bringing himself closer to her as she brings herself higher up on him. Giving the two a rather easy position to take up as she pulls her wings around his torso and brings her mouth kissing down his neck as her teeth make contact, and the mare bites his shoulder playfully.

“Ugh… really now?” he says while she tantalizes him, “this is going to be interesting when we have to go back, and I end up explaining why I have hickys all over me.”

“Not nearly as interesting when we both end up explaining why we are both hot and sweaty, even though the night remains crisp and… Ohhh my,” he shuts her up by nibbling on her ear while she remains lower to him now, her eyes sealing shut at first at the feeling he gives her. The mare feels a slight thrust against her flank, as his chest presses in to hers as well as his sex, already feeling it against her.

“Take it easy now…” she starts to crack her eyes open, looking down his back side, “…there is still plenty of time for… What the hell?!” she screams out in a high pitched squeal as the changeling rover sees a short blade sticking out of him.

Easing him down to the ground she tries to find any other life in his body, but there is nothing now. The sheen in his eyes have left him, and even the heart rate that kept him erect, now goes limp. Instantly going back in on her training, the remaining follower of the queen grasps on to her own blade and even rips the one out of him. Looking about to see where the one that caused the death of her comrade is, at first she sees nothing.

That is until with a slight whistle, from nowhere comes a short throwing hatchet…

The mare hits the ground with a thump as the weapons sticks cleanly in to her skull. Now lying next to her one night stand, while their dark emerald blood starts to mix on the ground, the culprits step out of the shadows to claim their kill and assess the situation. The trackers that Luna had sent out are very good at what they do. They learned everything they needed to know from going to universities… practicing in the Crystal Empire… and many, many hours of practical field testing on different tracks that can be left behind by creatures moving about.

Whether it be a disturbance of a previous natural track, a broken twig while the others are intact, or even upturned dirt as the rest remains undisturbed. Like the lunar guards, they see everything, even in the dead of night. The specialized royal guards wear armor not adorned with the bright and shiny metals, but more dull to blend in while they do their job. And they are there to do one thing and one thing only. When they are called upon, it’s to find somepony or something…

And that they have just done.

The leader of the pack uses his magic to pull the hatchet out of the rather cute changeling. Holstering it after wiping the blade on the ground, he signals a few of the others with him to move the bodies off and in a controlled burn, incinerate them to ash with magic. As that’s done he and another brings out a pair of binoculars. Looking closely to the ruins, they have to look ever closer to see what they are in fact hoping to see.

“There…” one points out with his horn, “nine o’clock, high, right window.”

His partner follows the instructions and peers in, “Ah… there, got em,” he sees only a glimpse, nothing but a glimmer, but from what he has been taught. There is only one other thing with wings designed like that that will shine in the light, and right now from their previous encounter, he highly doubts they are about to come face to face with a banshee. “Alrighty, make the call?”

“Why me?”

“Because I out rank you… and I don’t feel like doing it this time.”

“Ugh…” the guard rolls his eyes at his superior. Knowing full well that, just like the changelings, they have some fun here and there, “…changelings have made their way in to the old ruins of the regal sisters, and set up shop there after the cave was found?”

“Ah, but they were already gone when we got to the cave,” he points out.

“Okay… either way, they still have moved here.”

“Exactly… now let’s get back to Canterlot,” he stands back up, as the others come out from taking care of the corpses. “All said and done with?”

“Yes sir, little uneasy burning ones that still have their eyes watching us,” the guard starts to hold his stomach in, “but never the less, it’s done.”

“Good to know… by the way we have what we need now… the princesses will be over joyed to hear this one,” the guard gallops out and into the forest, soon followed by his own comrades. Heading back to Canterlot to inform the royalty that the trouble makers have been found.

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The noon ride back to Ponyville has not been kind to those that journey it now. Multiple stops to check that each pony is who they say they are, and the genuine bumpiness in itself leaves those welcoming hard ground to place their feet on in the end. The gang that was in Canterlot have given their best possible wishes to the royal family in their recovery and their guaranteed presence in the burial of the young prince. Though in truth, they don’t know how long it will take to set that up, for one a funeral would just give the queen and her new found king an easy time to attack again and leave another crucial blow to them. On top of that, no parent wants to bury their own child, even if it is the only thing on their mind to lay him to rest.

The train screeches to a halt in the station as the doors open and the ponies get off the train finally with their bags around them. Each of them taking a moment or two to breathe and get their minds straight before going about with the farewells. Applejack extends a hoof around her princess friend as she bids goodbye to a temporary end to the adventure, “It’s been a heck of a few days with ya sugar cube…” she beams. Even though it was sad going to the castle and seeing them all as such, the company is what makes the reunion, not the cause.

“Likewise, AJ…” Twilight smiles wholeheartedly at her, “and I’m sure there will only be more to come as this continues.”

“Sadly I think you’re right,” Rainbow states the obvious, “I don’t see Chrysalis or Sombra letting up. Especially that they are closer together as an enemy than we would have hoped…”

While at the same time Spike tries to hold his gut, the churning inside becoming apparent as the spikes along his back aren’t the only thing that’s green, “Rainbow… please stop bringing them up. Even the idea of those two together is enough to… ugh,” he feels his stomach flip yet again, as Rarity holds a hoof on his back to ease him down.

“He’ll be fine… though you two take care now, will you,” the mare gestures to the couple.

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll manage to keep him in one piece…” Twilight snickers back at Flash.

Fluttershy steps up and gives a polite curtsy to Flash, “I hope you two enjoy the rest of your afternoon now, and do try and catch up on some sleep please…” she leaves off, not even catching the awkward snicker passing between the two.

Mostly because it’s true, they didn’t get as much sleep because of their antics last night, and the coffee they chugged in the morning is starting to wear off by now. So the couple is more than happy to finally get some much needed rest… for now that is. Sentry is about to shake Pinkie pies hoof at first. Though that’s before the fanatical mare wraps her fore hooves around the guard, and almost crushes him like a tin can in his suit.

“Oh Flashy you are a friend to us!” the sugar high mare yells proudly, “you should expect a hug not a hoof shake…” though the mad mare stops midsentence when his own hoof does the same to her, though a little more tamed.

“Great to know, Pinkie Pie…” he smiles back, watching his beloved roll her eyes with a grin off to the side, “though… Flashy?”

“What?” Pinkie responds, as they set one another down finally, “nicknames come with the territory… oh, oh, oh! And like I mentioned before, but you probably didn’t hear it because you were busy carting off bodies and all,” she manages to say still with a smile, “You’re dating Twilight, which make you both, Flashlight!!!” she and the others start to giggle as the couple just facehoof themselves. A welcome thing of laughter, when they have so much to grieve on at the moment.

Waving farewell to their friends, the couple head back to the house. They would more than welcome the sun setting now, so at least they don’t feel guilty in going to bed so early. Though, sleep should be the last thing on their mind at the moment. After all they now have two past scoundrels to contend with, no idea where they are, and with a plan of their own that has already been set in motion. So at least in the back of one princess’s mind, a little research is in order, among other things.

Opening the front door, Twilight realizes how much she misses the place after being gone for what seems like such a long time. Walking in and seeing a few books still laying out she starts to head straight up the stairs to drop her bags off when her guard calls to her from below.

“Should I get a pot of coffee going?” Flash asks, drawing her attention away.

“Hmm?” she tries to piece together what he just said at the moment and wondering why he would ask when she would have fully expected the guard to crawl in to bed after the last few days, “Aren’t you tired? I mean Applejack was right when she said it has been a heck of a last couple days.”

“Oh I can stay up longer, Twilight… though I know you well enough to know that you wouldn’t let this day slip away while you can still try and figure where the Queen and her King have gone,” he makes a valid point while taking a few steps to the kitchen, as he pauses midstride and glances back at her with a smile, “So tell me, am I wrong?”

“No, Flashy…” Twily starts to giggle to herself, seeing as she is already becoming a creature of habit to him, “I just want to put a few things away from my bag and I’ll be back down, there’s something else I wanted to look at as well before going in to that subject,” she trots off while he goes to his own task.

Walking in to her room, the princess stops just for a moment to catch her breath and let one out. Setting her bag down, Twi draws out the sword after having stowed it away while in Canterlot, and places it by the side of her bed. Emptying the rest of it in one flip, she picks up what remains of her rations for the trip, and magics the bag in to the closet before making her way back down the stairs with the empty food container and canteen in her aura. Along the way, the scent of fresh grounds being brewed, fills her nostrils as she perks her muzzle up in the air to get a better whiff.

“Hmm that smells good…” her tongue starts to salivate in response to the scent while she walks in the kitchen and sees Flash there getting two cups out for them both.

Her doing her part and making the table clear so that she can fill it again as they stay in the kitchen. Carting the books back to the library, the mare places them right back in their respective spots, before pulling out a few atlases of Equestria, and a book of her own to make a note in, as she heads back in to the kitchen. Plopping herself down at the table as Flash greets her with a mug, and pours in the warming caffeinated elixir.

“Ahh… thank you dear,” she smiles just as warmly back at him.

“What I’m here for,” he grins at the mare he is proud to call his marefriend.

“Among other things that is…” she glances over the top of the book. Watching him respond with a foalish smirk, before he heads out of the kitchen to tend to his own matters.

Instinctively he goes to the guest room and checks the bandages around his ribs, and the one on his wing. The latter already being healed up to the point that he doesn’t think he needs it and removes the wrapping, tossing it in the trash. A fresh scar on him now to tell a story later, the ribs though are a slightly different story. There is still a minor sting, likely just the last cracks healing up, but never the less, it’s far more healed then it was not too long ago. The meds taking their effect, and doing him wonders, as he can finally breathe without hurting and even enjoy a laugh without having to stop and wince.

‘At least they didn’t hurt during sex…’ Flash thanks his lucky stars that at least he didn’t have to stop during that little action, ‘Make mental note. Thank Sterile, again, for patching me up and taking care of me while Twilight was away,’ he ponders while he leaves the bandage on and goes back down to the kitchen.

Only to see Twilight still sitting there, already half the cup gone, muzzle deep in her book. Chuckling to himself at the sight, he picks up the pot and tops off her glass while pouring his own, though almost drops the entire pot when he gets a better look at her. The mare has taken it upon herself to put the glasses on, knowing full well his thoughts on that matter.

“What?” she plays around, as she adopts a seductive tone to her voice to play the part, “does the guard want homework from his teacher?”

“By the way you have your muzzle in your book, looks like you already gave yourself some,” he mentions, before taking a second look at the title of the book, “‘The Seductresses guide to magic’, I doubt there’s anything on Chrysalis in there… or at least I would hope not.”

“Well, you’re right on that account, I just wanted to dog-ear something before I got to the atlas. However… don’t get me wrong, for the first time, the sex was…” Twilight’s eyes momentarily roll in to the back of her head as she recomposes herself, “yeah, you get it. Though, there’s no harm in looking up a few spells to help the feeling along.”

“What did you have in mind?” Flash asks her, wondering where her mind had wandered.

“I was thinking an Impotency Spell,” she watches as his ears perk up, “to do away with the latex and get things feeling more, natural. Am I wrong?”

“Aren’t you seldom ever?” Sentry answers her with a question of his own, before the guards mind goes to something that has been on his mind, “Although, I would like to read some of those books that you read to get your… Information.”

“Oh really now?” she tries to think of the ones that come to mind right now, “Well let’s see… there’s Of Sables and Lust, Knight of the gala, and of course there’s always, Sunflower's burde-” Twilight stops immediately, after having the final name cross her tongue, eyes shooting open as she comes to realize one crucial thing that she forgot.

Though you really can’t blame her… after contending with an injured Flash, finding out the Queen has returned, getting back to Canterlot only to go to the Tree of harmony again, learning King Sombra has returned, getting back to the castle to find it in ruins, Celestia having lost a leg and Havoc dead. It’s safe to say the princess had the right to have this one detail slip her mind. Seemingly all at the same time, the mare closes the book, puts the glasses on the table and slides out of the kitchen, while the cup is left on the table doing circles from the loss of her grasp.

“Umm,” Sentry draws a blank as he follows his mare, up the stairs and on in to her room. Watching her pick up her blade and checking to make sure the balcony is still locked before seemingly getting ready to head out again, “Where are we headed?”

“I can’t believe I forgot about this…” she starts to guilt trip herself at first, while she passes by him and back down the stairs with her guard not far behind.

“What? What did you forget?”

Only one word comes out of her while Flash gets to the door first and holds it open for her, in the split second that she passes him again, Twilight mutters one word, “Sunflower…” with that, the pair are back out in to Ponyville.