Author's Notes:

Intentionally mispelling and/or using one-off names is fun.

Megan's apparently a grill, according to Twilight, and Gen 1 Twilight is pretty much now universally referred to by Gen 4 Twilight as some variation or another of "past-me", "not-mother", or other random garbles of descriptive words.

"Eh?"

"Eh what?" past-not-me snapped back, clearly annoyed.

I lit my horn, and gently floated a small locket off of Megan.

"My locket!" Megan exclaimed, tugging back on said locket. I smirked, and diverted a bit more force into the levitation. Megan, determined to keep it to herself, rather than surrender it for study to a noble scientist such as I, pulled even harder in return.

"Do you really think that your strength alone can defeat me, an alicorn with more magic than you'd ever believe?" I asked, halfmindedly increasing the force ever so slightly.

"Let... go!" Megan exclaimed, fiercely struggling to free the locket from my grasp.

Just a bit more power...

*SNAP!*

"My locket!"

I facehoofed. "Didn't you already say that on the fourth line of this chapter?" I deadpanned, pacing towards the impact area that the locket had hit after the string had snapped.

"What?" my two captives assistants replied. The grill continued to wail over her locket, but I personally, had better plans.

*crunch*

Oh. So apparently if you throw a fragile locket at a solid wall of rock, and then attempt to carelessly scoop it off the ground afterwards, it'll break.

What a nice lesson on physics.