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Reprogramming

by sunnypack

Chapter 1: 1 - Tabula Rasa

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Chapter 1: Tabula Rasa

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Dear Princess Celestia,

I know this isn’t the most typical kind of letter you may receive from me, but I thought it best to report the findings I have made with regards to these relatively new creatures we’ve come in contact with. There’s a lot of information so I think I will split this up into multiple letters, with the important parts summarised. Please let me know what you think, I’m anxious to get your opinion on these findings.

Item 1: The Changeling Code

The one code that keeps a changeling functioning is its primary directive. The primary directive is composed of many of the same rules that we ponies and most other organisms use to live. It only has one instruction, a simple one at that:

1. Survive.

It is a simple directive. There aren’t many complications that could hinder following the primary directive. Of course, the ambiguity of the primary directive allows the queen of the colony to modify individual interpretations of that directive to suit the situation. If the survival of the colony is affected as a whole, an individual may seemingly contradict this directive in order to ensure that it ultimately does not.

It’s all a matter of perspective, really.

Another interesting property of the changelings are their secondary directives. A changeling may have a primary directive and this directive may take precedence over the secondary directives, but the interesting part of the secondary directive is that they can be programmed into the changeling. A changeling will do its best to fulfil the secondary directive, provided that the directive does not contradict the first. When the queen links up with the changelings of their hive, this is how the queen maintains their drones’ loyalty.

There are other aspects and nuances of changeling programming, but these are the main two. The changeling is a complex series of commands, programs and functions that can be predicted through a deterministic equation of simple input to simple output.

I’m convinced that changelings have yet to physically achieve higher order emotions, which is probably why they view such things as mere conduits for their feeding habits. The queen may think for herself, but her loyal servants certainly do not. In that regard, they have my pity. The same metric also builds a barrier between us and I cannot regard them as something more than a very complex series of instructions.

I’ve yet to prove this assertion, but I’m sure that if I ever laid my hoof on an un-programmed changeling, I would be able to confirm this for sure. I will say, for the record, that I am confident in my assumption. No matter how good my reflection in the mirror mimics me, it can never be me. No matter how complex the programming is, a changeling will never feel.

I’m quite certain of that.

Sincerely, your faithful friend and former student,

Twilight Sparkle

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“Princess, would you mind doing a sweep in that area again?”

I looked at the weary stallion. Sergeant Wheeler was a very dedicated pony. He took his work seriously and he never dismissed a call of concern from the residents of Las Pegasus. Though White Tail Woods was little far from the stomping grounds of Ponyville, I was happy to lend a hoof with anything anypony needed, so long as it were within reason.

“I’ve asked you to call me Twilight, Sergeant. There’s no need to refer to me by title.”

Sergeant Wheeler merely cocked his head and gave me a wry smile. “Of course, Princess,” he said and gestured to the nearby shrubs.

I sighed. Very well then.

Usually, requests on the order of magnitude of ‘could you help us patrol the local woods?’ wasn’t something that I would normally help out with. Not that I wouldn’t be happy to help out, but there were plenty of other ponies—many of them qualified guards—who were a much better candidate for search and rescue than me. What drew me here, despite that, was the mention of changelings; something I thought wouldn’t be a resurfacing problem... you know, after we banished the queen and her minions with a well-timed love spell. I was about eighty-two percent convinced that this was a false report, but Sergeant Wheeler had sounded serious, in both letter and face to face.

With a spark and a shimmering pulse, I sent off the detection spell in that area again.

“Okay, Sergeant Wheeler, but I’m relatively certain there’s no—”

I stopped, shutting my mouth with a click. Huh. That was weird. I was getting a weak pulse back, biological signature only.

Sergeant Wheeler perked up. “Princess? Did you find something?”

I opened my mouth, thought better of it, then shut it.

“Yes, I think there’s something there in the bushes” —I waved my hooves at his alarmed look and stiffening stance— “no, no, I don’t think it’s a changeling, the signature is off, I’m only getting a biological feedback on the echo. That shouldn’t be possible, so I’m curious as to what it is…” I trotted forward, my voice trailing off as my curiosity grew. The forest had a stillness to it, almost as if it had been breathing a moment before, with sounds of rustling leaves and woodland creatures filtering into my sensitive ears. Now, all I could hear was the sound of my own hoof steps and they sounded inordinately loud.

I sent another pulse out, tracking the direction is came. It was hard to triangulate, given that the spell only considered one direction at any given time. With a little ranging, I was able to discern that it was coming from the west. I ran a few more calculations in my head, lost in the intricacies of the spell.

“Princess?”

I twitched. “Mmm?”

“What do you think it is, if not a changeling?”

“It has the biological signature of a changeling.”

“Beg your pardon, Your Highness, but doesn’t that mean that it is a changeling?”

“Yes and no.”

“Princess, you’re confusing me.”

I sighed, stopping in my tracks. “Sorry, Sergeant—” a yawn took me by surprise as I rubbed my eyes, “—I haven’t had much sleep.” There were some important documents I had to review. Rezoning around the neighbourhood was apparently a royal duty.

Applejack had made it awkward when she wanted to expand her field into the Everfree bounds. Saying no and seeing her crestfallen expression was one of the hardest things I had to do. Unfortunately the Law was clear on the matter. I couldn’t budge them for anypony. Not even for my friends. At least she agreed with me when I explained to her why the zoning rules were there in the first place. At least she could see the bigger picture. There were some ponies who couldn’t.

“Understood, Princess. About the—”

“—the changeling signature, yes,” I continued, pawing at my eyes. “Biological only. That meant I couldn’t detect the accompanying changeling magic. That in itself is very strange. I’ve never felt that before.”

I concentrated once again and sent the pulse into the woods once more. I lost the direction while I was distracted with Sergeant Wheeler’s question. Did the point move, or was I imagining it?

Sergeant Wheeler grunted in acknowledgement. “So it’s something new. Is it a threat?”

I pursed my lips thinking about it. Honestly, whether it was a threat or not never occurred to me. I was more curious than anything.

“No…” I said slowly. “I’m not actually sure. The facts don’t align so I don’t know if it constitutes a threat.”

“Hmm.” The guard dropped into a more guarded stance. “If it’s all the same to you, Princess, maybe I should go first?”

I snorted at that. “I’m glad to see that chivalry hasn’t died, Sergeant, but I can take care of myself.” I swept the surroundings again and trotted ahead. The sergeant hesitated for a moment and then followed behind me, but I could tell he wasn’t happy with me. Tough. I don’t want anypony to treat me differently just because I’m a Princess. I’m more of a servant of everypony than anypony was to me.

The sergeant muttered something, but I couldn’t hear it, so I gave a slight shrug and kept moving through the shrubbery. The undergrowth was getting denser and sometimes there would be a wayward branch or a gnarled root that would reach out and snatch at my hooves as I tried to make my way through the tangled mess of the forest. With each spell, I could tell that the signature was growing stronger and I felt my heart beat rapidly in excitement. My scientific curiosity was driving me forward. What would I find at the end of the spell? A magical artifact that mimicked changeling biology? A part of a hive that had been abandoned? I threw out another pulse.

We were getting closer, that’s for sure.

“We’re almost there…” I muttered, looking back. Sergeant Wheeler gave me a single nod and drew a dagger. I would have rolled my eyes, but they were inexplicably drawn to the source.

A twig snapped.

I held my breath, my eyes darting towards a suspicious bush rustling not three hoof steps away. Before I could say anything, Sergeant Wheeler darted forward, pushing ahead of me, shoving me roughly to the side. Before I could say anything, he let loose a guttural growl and dove into the bushes. I heard frantic struggling and the snap of twigs and branches as whatever was in the bushes and Sergeant Wheeler grappled each other.

“Ow! Ow! What? Hey!”

I took a couple of steps back as the bushes spat out a small shape that tumbled to a stop in front of my hooves. Sergeant Wheeler leapt out but didn’t push any further, just standing there with an expression of… exasperation?

I glanced back at the small bundle hair as it uncurled itself and coughed a couple of times. I realised the ball of fluff was actually a pony. A tiny filly, actually.

“Ow,” the filly repeated sourly, getting to her hooves. “You didn’t have to throw me so hard.”

Sergeant Wheeler rolled his eyes. “It was a gentle push, you did all the tripping and falling just fine on your own.”

The filly cringed and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

“Ah fine,” she muttered, crossing her hooves and pouting.

Sergeant Wheeler was about to add something, but I cleared my throat, distracting him. He straightened slightly and gave me a bow, to which I waved a dismissive hoof.

“Apologies, Princess. This is Puff, she must have followed us into the forest and gotten lost,” he explained.

“I wasn’t lost! I was just… uhm…”

“You were lost,” Sergeant Wheeler grated and he poked the filly on her shoulder. “How many times do I have to tell you that White Tail Woods is dangerous?! You can’t just gallop in here and expect to come out fine every time. I’ve had years of—”

“—training and experience. I know, I know. It’s just that. I got bored… and a little lonely,” she said morosely. Her hoof dug into the soil, stirring up some of the grass and weeds on the forest floor. Sergeant Wheeler sighed and his expression softened.

“Well you’ve put me in a unique situation,” he said, then he turned to me. “Princess, would you mind letting this little filly tag along? I can’t escort her back and leave you alone” —he raised a hoof to stem my protests— “I know you can take care of yourself. I’ve heard of your recent… achievements.”

“Yeah, you’re famous!” Puff squealed. Sergeant Wheeler rolled his eyes. I was beginning to think that this filly was going to make Sergeant Wheeler’s eyes roll right out of his sockets.

“In any case,” the guard continued. “I need to be here. What if you fall down a ditch and hit your horn and hurt your wings? A simple helping hoof might be all that’s needed to get you out.”

I closed my mouth, the protest dying in my throat as I considered his words. What he said made sense.

“Okay, Sergeant,” I said. “Can’t be that bad.”

—————

I spoke too soon.

“So what’s it like to be a princess?” Puff asked, her eyes sparkling.

Though I was all for satisfying the curiosity of this foal, her questions hadn’t stopped since we had headed out. I drew a deep breath and smiled again, trying to channel my inner Princess Celestia. Patience.

“It’s not all that it’s cracked up to be,” I replied honestly. “There’s a lot of work and I have little time devoted to doing what I usually do.” I smiled wistfully at her. “Things I like.” Like reading. And experiments.

“Oh, I thought being a princess would be fun,” she said, her head drooping. “Wearing fancy dresses, talking to everypony and going from town to town to meet new ponies.”

“I like my dress,” I admitted, “but it drags a bit and it can get in the way when I want to get from place to place. Besides, I haven’t seen the other Princesses wear a dress apart from super-special occasions.” I cocked my head. “In fact, I do recall Princess Luna mentioning that she preferred her battle armour to wear everyday.” I giggled. “But Princess Celestia told her that it might not be wise.”

“Battle armour? Cool! Do you think she’s ever used it seriously? Like in a real battle?”

I shook my head, smiling. “No,” I said, pausing briefly to cast my mind back to the historical texts I had read. “There hasn’t been many opportunities to use the armour in an official capacity. Princess Luna did mention that she liked the look of it more than the function. I think it’s more ceremonial than anything.”

“Do you think I could become a princess?” Puff said hopefully. I caught her look and I couldn’t resist reaching out and tousling her wacky mane.

“Of course you can, but you don’t have to be a princess to be a good pony,” I replied simply. “Trust yourself and your friends and I’m sure you can be whatever you want.”

Puff fell silent and we trotted a few more minutes before she spoke up again.

“Princess?”

“Mm?”

“What if you don’t have any friends? Who can you trust?”

I stopped, mid-stride, facing away from Puff. Her words were like a physical wall that I had slammed into. I took a few seconds to calm myself and I turned around, afraid she would hear my wildly beating heart.

“Well that’s not true,” I said, pointing to Sergeant Wheeler. Evidently he had been eavesdropping on the conversation, because he had the same look I had a moment ago. His ears laid flat against his skull.

“Y-Yes,” he said. “You’re a pain to find and you never listen to anything I say, but I know you’re a good pony underneath all that excited hair. What other pony would put up with you anyway?” He gave her a nudge to let her know he was joking.

Puff looked both sheepish and happy, but I was gratified to see she didn’t look so down.

“And if Sergeant Wheeler isn’t enough, you have me,” I added as I drew a wing around her. I lowered my voice conspiratorially. “You can ask me anything,” I whispered into her ears.

“Oh really? Thank you, Princess!” she exclaimed, throwing her hooves around me. I was so surprised by the sudden gesture, I felt my wings flare out behind me and I almost stumbled backwards.

With a chuckle I wrapped a hoof around her and patted her on the head. “Just send a letter to me in Ponyville,” I said, putting her down on the ground. “We can be pen pals.” As she beamed at me, I felt a strange tug of my heart and wondered briefly if this was what Princess Celestia had felt when she took me onboard. I dismissed the notion with a flick of my tail. No, she was much more composed than that. She was always kind to everypony, I was just a good student.

My musings were interrupted as I heard Sergeant Wheeler chortle.

“Don’t make too many friends, Princess,” he said. “Or you’ll have a mountain of letters to reply to as well as your paperwork.”

I shook my head at him, but I grinned at Puff.

“Hear that?” I said to her. “Sergeant Wheeler says I can’t make too many friends. So that makes you special.” I waggled my eyebrows at her to emphasise the point. “Make sure you write to me everyday.”

“I will, Princess,” Puff replied, nodding.

“You don’t have to call me Princess, Puff. Just call me Twilight. We’re friends.”

“O-Okay Twilight.”

“Good,” I affirmed, then scanned the area again. That was strange… why was the feedback like that? I let loose a pent up sigh of frustration.

“What is it, Princess?” Sergeant Wheeler asked. Evidently I was too loud. He stopped as I paused and let loose another spell.

I struggled to put the feeling into words. Sometimes magic was part feeling, part intuition and a touch of luck. I didn’t like working with unknown quantities like luck and feelings. My lips pressed together as I tried to answer the sergeant’s question.

“I feel like we’re getting closer,” I explained awkwardly, “but it’s also getting further away.” I moved my head slowly from side to side, scanning left and right.

Puff looked excited and she waved at me when I turned to her direction. “Are you talking about the changeling?” she asked.

Sergeant Wheeler shot her a look. “How do you know that?” he demanded, nostril flaring. “That’s classified.”

Puff giggled. “If it’s classified, half the town would know before you even finished reading the report. You know how much Miggle would gossip.”

“Yes. That mare has a real motor-mouth on her,” he grumbled. “I think we need to tighten our confidentiality policies.”

“Wouldn’t work. We’d find a way around it,” Puff said, causing Sergeant Wheeler to huff in frustration.

Though reluctant, he slowly nodded. “Well, nothing we can do about it now, unless there are other wayward foals wandering around here.” His ear flicked as if he expected to hear the sound of light hoof steps out and about in the forest. He glanced sidelong at Puff. “Though I doubt it,” he chuckled. “The rest were probably scared to go in alone. Unlike you, headlong into everything.”

“Hey—” Puff began, but shrunk when Sergeant Wheeler gave her a pointed look. “—yeah okay, but I don’t do it all the time!”

Her cheeks flamed as Sergeant Wheeler continued to stare at the cream-coated filly.

“Oh fine,” she muttered. “Maybe a lot, but I can’t help it, it’s so boring back there.”

I let their teasing conversation wash over me as I concentrated on the feedback coming from the spell. I frowned, trying to cross reference what I knew with what I had. The signature was biological and it was definitely from a changeling. The signal was supposed to get stronger the closer I got to it. It wasn’t and we weren’t moving away from it, because it wasn’t getting weaker…

“I don’t know what’s happening with it,” I half-murmured to myself.

“The signal, you mean?” Sergeant Wheeler peered into the darkness as if he could discern the location with just his sight.

“Mm. The biological signature is holding steady,” I said.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Sergeant Wheeler offered.

I shook my head. “The closer we get, the stronger the signal, the further we get, the weaker the signal should be.” I sent another pulse. “No wait, it’s getting weaker right now...”

“Is it moving away from us?” Puff asked.

I almost smacked myself in the forehead. Of course! The signal would be holding steady if we were travelling at the same pace as the changeling in question.

I gave the filly a grateful grin. “Thanks, Puff. That could be it. The changeling must be moving away from us.”

Sergeant Wheeler jerked and his expression cleared.

“Hey, isn’t that direction towards Las Pegasus?” he spoke urgently.

I darted forward. “Quick, we have to meet it, before it leaves the forest. It’ll be harder to track if there are other ponies.”

We jerked forward, running through the scrubs as I sent pulse after pulse to track down the changeling... or whatever it was. It was unlikely to be anything else, since it was moving. At its current pace from the signal decay, I calculated quickly that it would reach the forest limits in ten or twenty minutes. Once it was out of the forest, it could fly away towards the town.

“The signal is a lot weaker now!” I yelled. “I’m going to get out of the forest and try to fly after it.”

“Wait, Princess!”

I galloped forward to get some momentum, then suddenly my hoof caught on something and I pitched forward. Unable to stop myself, I let loose an embarrassing squawk and tumbled to the ground. I grunted, feeling something solid hitting me in the shoulder.

“Princess!” I heard hoof steps frantically coming closer to me.

“Go tend to the Princess, I’ll keep an eye on this thing.”

What?

I got to my hoof somewhat shakily. I shook my head of the gathering fuzziness and blinked a couple of times until the slight double vision came together. Puff was looking at me, her face creased with lines of worry.

“Are you alright, Princess?”

“Twilight,” I mumbled absently. I shook my head again and smiled at Puff. “I’m fine, Puff.”

Puff heaved a sigh of relief. “Oh good, I thought you really hurt yourself when you tripped over that thing.” She pointed a hoof behind her. I looked up ahead and limped over to the object that I had tripped over. Sergeant Wheeler had his dagger out and he nodded at me, his expression relieved at seeing I was okay.

“It looks like it’s barely conscious,” he commented. “But nothing is certain. It could be a deception.”

I cautiously approached the changeling from the side. The sergeant was right, it looked like it was struggling for life. Each breath was a wheeze and the wings on its back twitched and spasmed. I wasn’t an expert on changeling physiology, but this one looked like it was struggling. Maybe even dying.

Sergeant Wheeler glanced at Puff, then slowly slid his dagger back into the side sheath.

“What should we do with it?” he asked me.

The Law dictated that changelings were to be removed from Equestrian soil following the changeling invasion. There was no embassy or consulate or diplomatic equivalent for changelings. The only thing we knew was that changelings had a queen, but Chrysalis had disappeared and we didn’t know another. The Law was clear in this matter. I should hand the changeling over to the guards and let them carry this drone to our borders and set it off there.

The Law was clear, but the situation was not.

I glanced at Sergeant Wheeler. Sergeant Wheeler nodded grimly and stood at attention. He was making a statement. He was a soldier and would follow any orders I gave. Right now, as royalty, I held the arbitration of law in this forest. As Princess, I could decree that this changeling be carted off to the border, without treatment. The best thing would be to take it to a Hive, but since there weren’t any we knew of, we should take it to a hospital. Would doing so set a dangerous precedent? I looked at Puff, who looked back at me with wide eyes. I knew the answer from just one glance. There was no question.

I couldn’t, in good conscience, just abandon this changeling at the border when it was clearly suffering. Though it could pose a threat to Equestria later, the most ethical course of action would be to heal it, then send it on its way.

I had to help this changeling.

“Stand back, everypony,” I ordered, my wings instinctively unfolding as my horn glowed. “I don’t know what’s wrong with this changeling, so I’m going to give it a little bit of everything.”

“Princess, do you think that’s wise—”

“I’m not going to let anything die, especially if it hasn’t done anything wrong,” I declared.

He nodded. “And you don’t have to, we can take it to the hospital, perhaps you could teleport it there.” I was already shaking my head.

“I know you’re worried about me, Sergeant, and I appreciate that, but it’s too far to teleport it or fly out of here. The rate of decay of the biological signature is linked to its life force. It’s got no more than an hour left. I don’t think that’s enough time for anypony to do anything.”

Sergeant Wheeler subsided. “I understand, Princess. Just… be careful.”

I smiled at him. He was a good soldier. I quickly amended that thought. He was a good pony.

“Don’t worry Sergeant, it’s just a healing spell. Everything will be fine,” I said.

Puff shook her head at my blatant disregard to Fate’s whimsy.

“Even I learnt not to say that a looong time ago,” she commented wryly. “But I hope you’re both going to be okay.”

“Thank you, Puff,” I said, shaking my head at that. I closed my eyes and felt the magic flowing through my body. This was going to be a delicate operation. First I’d have to scan his body for trauma. Usually the spell would use (for lack of a better word) an ephemeris of equivalent physiology to heal the stricken pony. Anything that looked like it was out of place would be fixed. The process was very manual, automating healing was considered foolhardy in the extreme. What the spell thought was perfect positioning was not what we considered healthy. In the early days of modern medicine, spells like that often led to ponies waking up with something missing, added or… moved around. I shuddered, trying not to think of that. I concentrated on trying to see what was wrong with this changeling.

But I couldn’t sense anything physically wrong.

The spell didn’t have anything to compare values to and neither did I. Body temperature was below normal, but they were insectoids, so I couldn’t be sure. Blood pressure was low. Heartbeat was fast. Breathing shallow. I didn’t know what were normal values and what weren’t. Physically, the changeling seemed fine. The spell couldn’t find any obvious signs of trauma, no poisons, or what would be considered poisonous to plants, or animals, or insects or ponies. This changeling was looking healthy. There was something I was missing… Something not physical…

My eyes widened as I realised the answer.

“Magic!” I blurted suddenly as I mentally flipped through my internal compendium of spells. There was something about transferral somewhere...

“What?” I heard Sergeant Wheeler say, but I was too focused on finding the solution to answer.

Every changeling had a small spark of magic. I thought it had something to do with their ability. What if they needed that spark to live as well? Then this changeling needed a magic transplant.

Was it dying of hunger? Did it need emotion? I didn’t know if I could feed my emotions into the changeling, but I knew I could give it some of my magic. I paused, uncertain. Would doing what I was doing kill it?

I gritted my teeth. If I didn’t do anything it would die here. There was no spell template for this, I would have to make it up as I went along. I gathered my magic, feeling the raw power gather in my horn. I touched the tip of my horn to the changeling’s.

I couldn’t convey my emotions, but I couldn’t help but send a thought, or perhaps a prayer through the link.

Live, I thought feverishly. Don’t die on me. Stay with me.

With a jolt, a bolt of purest power flowed through our horns and the changeling jerked on the floor. Sergeant Wheeler took a step back and Puff gazed wide-eyed, unable to shift her gaze from the dramatic tableau that was unfolding in front of her.

I couldn’t say anything. All I could do was pour magic into the changeling. I only intended to send it a spark, but the link I established suddenly pulled more magic from me. Surprised, I had tried pulling back, but the link kept me connected with the changeling and I was rooted to the spot.

Stop! Why are you taking so much? Take what you need!

A flicker of something drifted across the link. Suddenly, the flow ebbed and I sagged to the earth like a marionette with its strings cut. The changeling took a deep gasp of air and my head flopped onto its chest. I could hear its heartbeat slowing down. Thoughts swirled around in my head. Did I succeed? I struggled to focus my eyes on the changeling. Its eyes were closed but the breathing was becoming more regular.

I breathed out a sigh of relief.

“I think it’ll be okay,” I called out. I tried to lift my head but I felt a hoof push me back down.

“Don’t overdo it, Princess,” Sergeant Wheeler said firmly. “I’ve seen mage’s malaise before. Don’t make it worse.”

I nodded weakly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go to Las Pegasus and get some help. Puff, can you stay here?” he asked and I heard him trot off to the side. “Take care of your friend.”

“Okay,” I heard Puff answer and then I heard Sergeant Wheeler gallop off.

After a few moments, I found the strength to raise my head. I saw Puff standing stoically at the edge of the small clearing we were in. I smiled. Although it took much more magical energy than I thought, I was glad the changeling survived. Everything turned out fine.

“Hang in there,” I whispered to the changeling. “Don’t die on me now.”

There was a pause and the changeling croaked. Was it trying to say something? I leaned in closer.

“As you wissshhh…” it hissed weakly. “My… Queeeen…”

Oh. I thought. Oh dear.

Author's Notes:

Sorry I haven't been active lately, I'll give you the old I've been busy. But hey! At least I'm writing. I think I'll release a couple other chapters across my other fics. In other news this fic has been an idea that has been playing around in my mind for some time. I don't know if it's original, but heck have a read and I hope you enjoy it.

Next Chapter: To connect with another being through magic is a powerful thing in Equestria. Can Twilight escape it?

As always, my accelerating readers, thanks for reading!

P.S. I did some minor edits to some mistakes I caught, but you know I'm not the best at catching my own mistakes. Thanks everyone for giving this a try, see you soon, I hope!
P.P.S Some more minor edits, I'm really, really sorry! You know me, I'm headlong into everything!

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