With a deep breath, Time Turner headed alone into the gloom, choking back a cough. The atmosphere was suffused with radiation, a reactor that helped power the Atrocity Exhibition buried deep below. This half-dead creature had wrapped itself around the pulsing machine, slowly drawing energy from it. Left unchecked it would arise more powerful than ever.

Its alien voice telepathically spoke into her head. (Theta Sigma. Ka Faraq Gatri. Merlin. You have many names.)

“Just Time Turner if you please. I'd rather not stand on ceremony.” She'd dreaded this day for some time. But she had to face her fears. “You seem to have me at a disadvantage. How do you know so much about me?”

(I was once imprisoned in the Necronomicon, too. I broke away when a number of spirits manifested during the final battle with who you called the nemesis and decided to take root here. Entities like us can pierce the veil between realities. I see your other incarnations scattered across separate, infinite dimensions. You are the darkness even monsters fear.)

She shook her head. “I'm simply a traveler and a scientist. But I know you must be stopped.” She aimed the sonic device at the dying beast, turned it to the highest setting, knowing that while it pretended it could be reasoned with, it likewise couldn't deny its evil nature. The partiallhy melted creature hissed, withdrawing against the rocky walls, unable to put up a fight.

With a pained expression Time Turner unleashed the sonic waves which were harmless to most beings but were like a poison to these eldritch entities, unraveling their very natures as they tried to remain corporeal in this dimension. Without a body to tether it here it would be cast out into the infinite void. With bizarre howls it started to twist as it was pulled apart atom-by-atom.

She too died a little more each second she spent here. She'd always known this day would come when her final body gave out. She was an old, tired mare by now. There would always be more work to do. She'd accepted that.

(Have you no mercy left? No pity? I am unique in all universes! Let me live...)

Time Turner smiled wearily. “Everything has its time and everything dies.” She continued to pour on the sonic wave until a shrill shriek sounded and the lifeform dissipated completely like it had never existed. Once she was certain no trace of it remained she turned off the device. By now her entire frame was wracked with searing pain.

With another change of settings she shut down the generator, and for good measure sabotaged it, so even if somepony made their way back down it would be quite difficult to get back running. As a result much of the Atrocity Exhibtion's defenses were down, which would mean their nation would soon fall to invaders.

Would the new rulers be any better? Not her place to say, she supposed. She started the long trot back.

It seemed like hours had passed when Derpy turned to her, still keeping vigil over the sleeping Cherry Jubilee and stallions. “Miss Turner!” She covered her mouth, seeing how pallid and sweaty she was, barely able to walk. “Are you okay?!”

“Much as I'll ever be.” She smiled sadly. “Maybe you're not ideal, but you're my successor, Derpy.”

“What? Don't talk like that, Miss Turner! Besides, I'm not brilliant like you! I'm clumsy, dumb-”

Time Turner raised a hoof. “No matter. Even if I believed that were true, there's always a way. Of course I sometimes think knowledge is a curse.” Did she have a right to force it on her? But who else? She had heart and spirit, at least. She started to shimmer a brilliant gold once the familiar process started, but this time there would be no new body to replace this one.

Instead she directed the artron energy into her assistant, funneling it so it infused her form. “A final gift. I know you'll use it well. Take care of yourself Derpy,” she murmured as her frame started to fade into the ether.

Derpy sobbed as they reached out and touched hooves one last time. The last traces of artron infused her with warmth. And with it came a lifetime of knowledge. She cried out. It was almost too much to handle at once. Was this what Time Turner had to deal with on a daily basis? How hadn't she been driven mad by now? “It hurts,” she whimpered to nopony in particular.

She wiped her snout and picked up the fallen coat and sonic device which had fallen where her teacher once stood, claiming them for her own with steely-eyed determination. She knew what she had to do now.

Flames licked the breeding camp's interior. Vast smoke clouds caused eyes to water. Despite its humble appearance the interiors of Time Turner's caravan seemed to be near infinite, a vast labyrinth that could refigure itself on a seeming whim. The insides hummed like they were alive. Working together Shining's forces had ferried in hundreds of mares.

“Almost time to pull out,” Shining Armor noted to his closest lieutenants. “I hope Time Turner will be ready!”

“You can count on her,” called Flash who darted in the air, spear bloodied after all the slavers he'd done. He directed his own squad with a grin, blood rushing as adrenaline pushed him to greater heights. He imagined this was how Rainbow Dash and Gilda must have felt before they met their unfortunate ends. “We've done a good thing today. Saved countless lives.”

Fleur popped up from the enclosure that led below. “Fancy Pants would be proud.” She raced to Flash's side, fighting alongside an old companion-in-hooves. “How about some overtime when we return home?”

He chuckled. “You hopeless tease.” In truth he hoped he'd be able to convince Redheart to give him another chance. He'd worked hard to clean up his act. Decked in the enchanted armor Rarity had woven for them, the warriors could brush off gunfire so long as it didn't strike an unprotected portion, and while his replacement wing wasn't quite the same he could still deftly weave past most blows. Fleur would raise a magic shield when necessary, protecting them from heavier, concentrated gunfire.

Derpy emerged from the tunnel, practically having to drag a grief-stricken Lyra along. She was dressed in Time Turner's coat with the sonic tool tucked into a pocket. “Don't worry, Mr...Shining Armor. I can operate the craft fine now!”

He quirked an eyebrow without comprehending. “Time Turner...?”

“She...she sacrificed herself to stop this terrible monster. Bon Bon, Sunburst, and the cult's leader are dead, too. This is Cherry Jubilee. She was under it's control,” she explained nodding back at the disoriented mare struggling to walk behind them. “Oh, and Starlight teleport to somewhere unknown...with the Necronomicon in hoof.”

Sunset balked in disbelief. “No, no, no! Who knows what damage she could do? Oh Starlight...”

“We'll have to worry about that later. We've done what we could,” he observed looking to his forces hard at work to hold the line to the corridors. Bab Seeds had run out of explosives and the Crusader Mark Crusaders were running low on ammo. Slaver bodies were piled up in the halls as they'd tried to advance, the escaping slaves worth a fortune. “Get ready to move out!”

Sensing their prey were about to escape, the slavers seemed to redouble their efforts, another hail of gunfire erupting in their direction. One-by-one the team pulled back, starting with the weaker members, Shining Armor refusing to abandon a single one if it could be helped. Pretty soon it was down to him, Flash, Fleur, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and a number of soldiers.

“Diamond Tiara, you're the leader of the CMC, right?” She nodded her head with a smirk, liking to think of herself that way, even though Babs Seed outranked her in seniority and Silver Spoon quietly directed most of their decisions. “Get them out of here. We'll soon follow.” His closest comrades knew the score. They were ready to lay down if necessary for the cause.

“You heard him.” Silver Spoon tugged on their hooves. “We'll only be in the way now! Hurry!”

Tiara huffed, feeling she'd been dismissed out of turn. “Fine...” She beamed at them. “You handled yourselves well!”

Babs slapped them on their backs. “We did, didn't we? Those punks never knew what hit 'em!”

“Congratulate yourselves later,” reminded Silver Spoon who ran towards the caravan, followed closely by the duo.

Once everypony else was safely tucked into the wagon, Shining and his personal guards made their careful retreat back to its shelter, Fleur's and the other unicorns' barrier weakining under a steady barrage. His horn lit up to help relieve them, adding his own magic to their efforts. He'd lost track of the foes he'd cut down with his white blade today.

Several grenades were hurled at the escapees. The resulting explosion knocked them from their hooves, shattering the barrier under the impact but thankfully not before it protected them from the fiery clouds that erupted. Despite her safe position inside, Sunset rushed out to grab Shining who was closest to her, throwing all her weight into dragging him in. She screamed when a stray bullet ripped through her shoulder, toppling with him back inside as she left a bloody trail behind.

Flash had only a second to make his decision. He planted his hooves on Fleur's soft flanks and pushed her in to, smiling as she had a second to look back in a mixture of surprise and sadness, and he couldn't help but feel thankful he'd at least gotten to touch something so lovely one last time before another grenade swallowed him and a number of left behind troops in flames.

Shining Armor reluctantly slammed the door with finality. The craft was already fired up as Derpy worked the controls. It started to dematerialze, headed back to the preset coordinates. He din't really understand why Derpy was suddenly so well-spoken but that hardly mattered at the moment. “Hold on, Sunset. I'll have you patched up in no time.”

He broke out the bottle of healing elixir that Sunburst had given him years before. He'd tried never to touch the stuff, saving it for the most dire of emergencies, since he knew how rare the ingredients were. And with Sunburst dead and Starlight missing he wasn't certain the notes to make it even existed anymore. He uncorked the bottle, pouring a small dab onto the bullet hole.

However a hiss sounded like he'd poured acid onto Shimmer who wailed and winced. Steam rose from the brunt area that had now joined the wound. “Forgive me,” he cried not understanding. Something that Redheart had said struck him. He'd tried to keep it from her but couldn't anymore. “Is it because you're...undead? It's like your body's...falling apart...”

She nodded weakly, pale eyes glazed over. “It's like my body's natural healing has slowed down.” She rubbed the split lip Bon Bon had caused some time back. “Now it's almost stopped completely. Maybe it will soon. I'm dying,” she stated matter-of-factly and turned away. “But at least I made it out. Poor Flash Sentry...” She quietly wept for him as he pulled her close.

He bowed his head. Flash was almost like a brother to him. They'd had plenty of fun times in the past. He couldn't afford to dwell there, though. A funeral would be held for the fallen heroes later. They'd brought down the greatest known symbol of evil in Equestria. Now he'd have to find a place for these freed slaves and take stock of the situation before Starlight did something irreversible. He prayed she wouldn't attempt to hop back in time and negate everything they'd worked to build...

For hours the unicorns kept the Smooze at bay. It rolled overhead, more tiny holes puncturing the force-field, drops of acid rain claiming the occasional unfortunate pony. Some were panicking, and Octavia and Redheart led the efforts to keep order, knowing a bunch of trampling ponies would lead to many casualties. However they were only delaying the inevitable.

The protective dome continued to shrink, its casters trading radius for more power, and even so the acid threatened to eat even further in with each minute that transpired. Octavia frantically looked around. “Any ideas?”

Capper shrugged. “Pray? Nah. Never been my style.”

“Be serious,” replied Tavi who pursed her lips. “Wish I could dig tunnels like Maud Pie...”

Trixie removed her pointy hat, dug inside, and drew out a few smoke bombs. “We could use these to perform a short-range teleport. However, I've never been able to perfect them. We could end up right in the center of the Smooze!”

“That would be a rather nasty end,” noted Capper staring at the steaming skeletons of acid-eaten ponies.

“It could be the best option we have,” said Tavi. “But it can only transport a few, correct? Not many bombs to go around...” She shuddered at the idea of leaving the villagers to die. How could they choose? “Perhaps we can return with help...”

“They're mine,” reminded the witch. “Trixie shall decide who's worthiest!” Not that she relished the idea either. But she couldn't let sentiment get in the way of survival. Some of them were too soft for their own good.

“I can't abandon the wounded,” said Redheart who tended to an acid-burned victim. “So count me out, dearie.”

“Better...hurry,” reminded Vinyl whose brow was drenched in sweat from drawing on her last reserves.

But when the time to make the choice came Trixie hesitated, raising her index finger like she was ready to point, looking from one terrified and hopeful face to another. In particular she felt a certain responsibility to Fuschia and Lavender. Damn it! When had she become so caring? Must have been the terrible influence of ponies like Shining Armor and Sunset Shimmer.

She closed her eyes tight, waving her digit in a circle. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe...”

What sounded like tons of glass shattering sounded from far beyond, and the very air rippled, a portion of reality itself seeming to collapse, much like when the Smooze breached the walls between parallel worlds. From the rent leapt a purple dragon that towered over any stallion, wings spread as it glided down, and upon its back rode an alicorn and a humanoid pony dressed like a witch. “Hurry Spike,” called the mare in the lead, the rider behind her clasping her midsection with her hands.

“No way,” called Capper with a cheeky smile. “Couldn't be...!”

“Beatrix Belladonna?!” Trixie choked back sobs, not daring to hope despite how in denial she'd been.

“Flurry Heart.” Redheart beamed. “Shining Armor will be so happy! Oh, assuming we survive this predicament...”

Puffing up his mighty chest, Spike unleashed a cone of emerald fire, and the Smooze parted like a curtain, a shrill scream sounding. Normally even the insanely powerful Spike of Equestria wouldn't have been able to make the Smooze back down to such a degree despite his much larger radius of fire; but between them Beatrix and Flurry had whipped up a number of potions that had enhanced his natural abilities and developed his breath into a weapon that was anathema to the monster.

However he couldn't keep up the blaze forever. The earth crackled and smoke, embers floating in the air, scorch marks marring the land as he poured on more. “Hurry,” called Flurry Heart who waved a hoof. With her older and regal form she resembled Cadance more-and-more. Vinyl reluctantly lowered her shield once she was certain it was safe, almost collapsing into Tavi's hooves. They shared a quick kiss. The villagers broke into a sprint, seeking shelter behind the newcomers.

“Hold hooves everypony,” said Flurry. She wrapped her wings around those closest, teleporting the lot of them somewhere much deeper into the Everfree Forest, where the Smooze hadn't penetrated. She took stock to make certain nopony was left behind. “It took forever, but we found a way back! Unfortunately, the Smooze has consumed that world to the point where it now makes up the entire ocean! Spike here was the sole creature we managed to save...” She stroked his fin-like ears.

“I don't follow any of this,” admitted Trixie. “But it doesn't matter!” She threw her arms around her daughter as the pair embraced. “Oh, I always knew you'd make Trixie proud! You've grown so tall and voluptuous! All from my side, of course.”

“Of course, mother!” Beatrix batted her eyelashes, proud to show off her lovely new shape. “Looks like the potions we worked on paid off! I'm an adult now!” She was dressed in a garb similar to her mother's, showing off her purple curves.

“H-hello,” managed Spike who rubbed his throat with a claw.

“We've been teaching him how to talk in anticipation of our arrival,” explained Flurry who rubbed his back. “In that world he's a dog so he didn't exactly have vocal chords, but here? He'll finally be able to put all that work to use!”

Sobs sounded behind her. A number of ponies had lost loved ones and all of them had lost their homes and posessions. Casualties had been relatively low but that was little comfort to many of the survivors. Flurry Heart smiled sympathetically. “Well, maybe it would be best to catch up later. Spike, would you mind doing us the honor?”

He nodded in understanding at the bundle of sticks Beatrix had gathered, carefully setting them alight until the glames danced and crackle. They would have to take shelter here for the night. Fortunately there was an abundance of berries around them that Capper assured were safe to eat, munching on a few to demonstrate. Soon a number of ponies joined him.

They slept under the stars while a cool breeze settled in. While a number of ponies volunteered to keep watch, Flurry Heart told them that wasn't necessary, deciding to keep vigil with Spike who lounged nearby. She wondered how Cadance had felt when she looked upon Equestria's beauty? Maybe she wasn't the real Flurry Heart, but she liked to think she'd inherited her spirit.

She'd live the life that was denied her and make her father proud to call her his own.

The craft materialized in a massive underground workshop situated near Baltimare, somewhere far below the desert wastelands which now surrounded the habitat. Time Turner had abandoned one of her most ambitious projects, figuring it would take lifetimes to complete. A number of the travelers filed out to explore a bit and stretch their limbs. The area was lined with workbenches, equipment, and schematics, all messily piled about, but otherwise it was sparse of decoration.

Derpy made her way in like she intimately knew the place. And in a sense she did thanks to Turner's transferred memories and knowledge. Of course it still seemed a tad alien to her as she adjusted. “Hmmm, it seems so obvious now!”

“I don't follow,” admitted Shining who looked about. “It looks impressive, I'll admit.”

“All I need do is find a way to connect the two ships together and voila! Capper can finally ha ve the airship he's always wanted! It will take some modifications, of course...” He stared at her, flabbergasted. “Oh, don't be like that, Mr. Shining! It's still the same Derpy you adore,” she teased with a slap on his muscular flanks. “I couldn't be happier!”

She started to connect tubes from the workshop to the caravan. “Oh, didn't I explain? Sorry, should be used to it, usually having an assistant. Always nice to have somepony to talk to, other than myself! This wordshop is actually an unfinished aircraft of sorts. Never thought of combining it with my other ship. What a solution! Simple, yet elegant...”

“Is there anything you can do for Sunset?” He'd patched up her wound the best he could with bandages.

“Afraid not. Magic isn't really my field. She'd probably have a much better clue than me, actually.” Derpy suddenly looked rather old and haunted, like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. He understood that well.

He frowned. “Can this ship be launched?”

“Probably not soon. Have to see what I can rig up for fuel.” She flitted about in a hyperactive manner, blonde tail swishing about. “Oh, so much to be done.” She rigged up more capables. “Hmm, think I can borrow some of your soldiers? I know they're worn out from what we just did, but I'll need a sizable crew to get this project off the ground, and choices are limited.”

“Sure. I'll have them work in rotation.” He figured his allies back in that unnamed village should be okay for a while. They were more than capable of looking after themselves. He'd picked them up later once they were ready. “Start with the reserves. They should still have plenty of energy, I hope.” He took his leave to a private room in the wagon to rest his tired bones.

Sunset was already waiting for him on a small cot, her shoulder wrapped neatly in thick bandages. He winced at the sight, still feeling guilty, but she simply smiled. “Why the long face? I'm fine. Here, take a seat.” She patted the space by her.

He removed his blood-stained white armor, set aside his broadsword, and settled next to her. He was at a loss what to do about her condition. It seemed all he could do was slowly watch her waste away, never knowing when she'd finally expire.

She stroked his lined cheek. “Would you...like to make love?”

He turned his head aside. “I...I can't.”

“Really.” She ran her hoof down to his groin, feeling it stir a little under her caresses. “Your equipment certainly seems to be working fine. Is it...me? Do you no longer find me attractive now that you know I'm undead?”

“No, it's not that! You look fine.” Her eyes and coat were paler, and her cool body temperature took some adjustment, esepcially when their flesh intimately intertwined, but otherwise she was delectable as ever. “I'm...afraid to hurt you.”

“Don't be. I can take it. If I can't make love with the stallion I love, I might as well be dead.”

“If I injure you in any way it could be permanent. I'd never be able to forgive myself if I hurt you.” He rose and started to leave, but she nestled up to him when he opened the door, stopping him before he entered the hallway.

“Hey Derpy!” She waved to the pegasus who was passing through. “I know you're busy, but...surely you have time for a little rest and relaxation?” She wasn't sure Derpy was into mares, but shot her a sultry look and subtly wiggled her hips anyhow.

Derpy tapped her chin with the sonic tool. “Sure, why not? I left them instructions. Should be easy enough to follow!” She and Shimmer guided a still somewhat reluctant Shining back to the cot and sealed the door behind them. In no time she'd thrown off her coat, the pair of mares tossing him to the sheets, clambering atop and greedily kissing the paladin.

His hooves wandered over the duo. On occasion Sunset would wince, and he'd have second thoughts, but she brushed off the pain, biting her lower lip and sucking on the split's scar. Sensing her suffering, Derpy decided to try an experiment, changing the settings on her device until it radiated a rather subtle but pleasant vibration, and placed it directly over Shimmer's clit.

“O-oh...that feels wonderful,” she moaned, her swollen lovebud pulsating, her flower parting and dripping over her anus.

Derpy had never taken a sexual interest in mares, but she found herself getting into the moment anyhow, lust making her try things she'd usually hesitate to do. She buried her nuzzle in Sunset's moist snatch, took gentle licks, discovering it didn't taste unpleasant. She stuck her own bubble butt in the air and raised her tail, shaking her rump and taunting him to mount her.

He took the hint, rubbing his stallionhood between her buttcheeks to make certain he was nice and hard, then used his hooves to spread her sex open, pushing himself inside. He rocked into her while Shimmer gripped Derpy's mane and drove her tongue in deeper. Derpy continued to keep the tool lined on the twitching, throbbing clit, which she'd occasionally flick and suck on.

In response Sunset raised her back legs up all the way to the sides of her head in submission to her desires, using her free hoof to fondle one of her heavy breasts. He brought hooves down hard on Derpy's cheeks, leaving red hoofprints, the flesh rippling under repeated blows. Her eyes rolled into her head in different directions while he drove harder, seizing her messy mane with his teeth and pulling hard, making her squeal directly into Shimmer's cunt with a muffled, ceaseless cry.

He grunted, driving his hips into her fleshy, unbelievably bouncy cheeks. “I-inside?”

She reluctantly pulled herself loose from Sunset's pussy to answer, a thoroughly wetted snout connected by strings of marecum and saliva to the gaping pink hole which she continued to stimulate with the wand and her free hoof. “Wherever you want!”

With a groan he hilted himself deep as he could inside her, smashing upon her cervix, and she cried out a bit but didn't complain, still ministering to Sunset's needs. He fired shot-after-shot into her pulsing foalhole, filling her eager womb, thinking there was nothing more wonderful in the world than cumming inside a beautiful mare.

Once he pulled free the mares immediately pounced on his dark and veiny cock, licking and sucking on it to clean it, his hooves digging into their manes as they bobbed their heads up-and-down. They stared up at him with glazed, lust-filled eyes, and he rubbed his wetted penis upon their faces, playfully slapping them with it a few times in a show of dominance.

Unwilling to leave Sunset hanging, and despite the ache of tired muscles, he threw her back on the cot and pinned her down, roughly impaling her with his stallionhood in the fierce manner she liked to be taken ever since her return. After spending so much time having to rely on hybrids to sate her needs she couldn't reach a truly fulfilling climax without a bit of violence.

More than that she was physically and psychologically addicted to the feel of his virile mana gunking up her innermost parts. Without his seed sloshing inside her she felt so empty. Since her revival her sex drive was out of control, like her body sensed it was nearing its end, and it wanted the pleasures of the flesh, simply to remind her she was still alive...in a sense.

She huffed and wrapped her forehooves around his back, raised her spread backhooves high, the bed creaking each time he wrecked her sopping pussy with his powerful cock. Derpy draped herself upon his sweaty back, rubbing her swollen breasts upon him and nipping at his ear. “Harder,” growled Sunset. “I don't care if it kills me! Fuck me as hard as you can!”

He banished his reservations and slammed full-force into her, bottoming out each time he smashing into her cervix, which would surely leave it sore and bruised from the abuse. She howled with cherry red face, tears forming into the corner of her eyes, begging for more as she gushed upon him. He went balls deep one last time, painting her womb with his hot spunk.

He rolled free, the pair panting, as Derpy cleaned her out with playful laps, licking her chops. He held them close to him, a sense of fulfilment overwhelming him. He'd smashed a symbol of evil, saved numerous lives, and had the love of beautiful mares. Of course he couldn't help but think about the loss of his daughter and old comrades like Flash Sentry, too.

Would it ever be enough? There would always be more evils in Equestria, after all.

One such evil already started to fester. For years the Necronomicon coveted Starlight Glimmer as a potential host, her magic potential seemingly unparalled, and with far less moral scruples than somepony like Twilight or Sunset. With her willingness to take shortcuts and the loss of her beloved Sunburst it hadn't taken much to tempt her over to its side.

Its alien voice subtly echoed in her head while she scanned its pages for knowledge about ressurection spells. Already it had warped portions of her psyche but hadn't completely subsumed her spirit yet, as she still subconsciously knew it could possess her and attempted to resist its pull. Dark circles had formed under her eyes while she soaked in the information.

She'd teleported to the ruins of the Crystal Empire, correctly guessing that was their domain once she knew who their leader had been. She hated Foal-Bearer for getting Sunburst killed almost as much as she'd loved her twin Wet Nurse for saving her. But that mattered little to her now. She sat upon a crystalline throne out in the open as cultists gathered.

A cold wind blew through the wreckage, small flakes of snow occasionally drifting through. “Mother is dead. But I can lead you to victory.” She almost dared them to challenge her but nopony did. They bowed low, desperate for anypony to lead them, especially since their numbers were comparatively few and they would face extinction without direction.

They were a lost and broken lot. Easy to manipulate. Not that she cared about the fates of this murderous bunch.

“Good.” It wasn't unlike the cult she'd once headed. She even whipped up a staff that resembled the one she used to wear, and redid her mane in that old style, getting into character with who she used to be. She knew her friends wouldn't remotely approve. All the more reasons she had to take steps to separate herself from that new identity she'd built over time. They couldn't understand. She'd loved Sunburst since they were foals. Without him there wasn't any reason to continue on.

The black tome constantly whispered that she could easily have him back if she simply jumped back in time, no doubt hoping to spread its corrupting influence on Equestria from the dawn of time, but she ignored its urgings and her own temptations to seek the easiest route. It's true she could undo all this horror, but likely it would turn out worse.

No, there had to be some other way, and she would discover it, even if she had to peel out every last secret from the forbidden tome. She settled her cold bottom back onto her throne, cheeks smooshing upon its polished surface, book in one hoof and staff in the other while she smirked. There was nopony left to match her in magic power. Nopony that could stop her.

Author's Notes:

And now we say goodbye to Time Turner and Flash Sentry!