Night On The Sun (Ministry Of Harmony)

by jowijo

First published 10th of October, 2012

Twilight and friends discover the true history of the Kingdom Of Equestria, and embark on a mission to liberate ponykind from it's clutches. [The original 2012 version of Ministry Of Harmony!]

When tradgedy strikes the Apple Family, adversity brings Scootaloo to a new home, and questions surface about the true history of the alicorn sisters; Twilight Sparkle and her friends begin to uncover deep, dark secrets about their world, their friends, and themselves.

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This is the original, unedited, cut version of Ministry Of Harmony. The (canceled) rewrite of this fic is Night On The Sun..

This Is The End

Twilight's library was in its usual state of “organized chaos”. The Unicorn had embarked on quite the scholastic pursuit following the discovery of some loose pages from some unknown book that seemed to chronicle an alternative history to the founding of Equestria. The mare was deep in thought sitting in the center of the room with a quill and paper levitating above her head as the strung together her request she would have Spike send to the Canterlot Archives. She already had AppleJack relay a message while she was seeing family in Manehatten for some sudden and unexplained reason, and Rainbow Dash had received some papers from Cloudsdale that their own librarian had found. It was quite the collection and certain pieces were coming together but there were still some very large holes in the whole story.

Under normal circumstances this would be fun, driving, and enlightening for Twilight, and while the latter was certainly true, the information she was amassing was less than fun, in fact it was terrifying: if the collection of pages she had before her were indeed true, not only would it mean that the history of Equestria that had been passed down through the generations was wrong, it would be a complete lie. Her internal conscience was taking issue to these alleged revelations as well. Again, of said pages were found to be credible, Celestia and Luna would be regarded as one of the most ruthless and oppressive rulers of Equestria ponykind have yet to witness!

There was just one problem though, Twilight, nor did any other pony she knew, ever see any actions or behavior that would suggest otherwise. It was all a bit much to take in so it was almost a relief to the Librarian when a loud knocking broke her philosophical dueling. It was Rainbow Dash.

“Oh, hello Rainbow Dash!” Said Twilight in her usual, happy tone.

“Hey Twi” Replied the rainbow-maned pegasus who oddly enough, was on her hooves. She trotted into the tree-house as if she had not gotten the gist of how her wings worked.

“What's up?” Twilight went about putting the scattered papers on her desk and sitting with her friend.

“I dunno, I was—I guess I'm curious as to what these papers you've had us getting were about.”

Twilight grew somewhat nervous. She never really explained to her friends what these were for, and for good reason. If she couldn't fully accept the accounts of these odd documents, then for sure her friends would meet it with even more vulgar opposition, to the point of ignorance.

“Well—It's kind of a wordy thing, nothing you'd be interested in.” The unicorn watched her friend's expression hoping that back-handed excuse would work. It didn't.

“Aw come on Twilight, I may be a bit thick but I'm no fool!” The pegasus boasted, hovering now for emphasis. “Besides,” she continued as she dropped back down. “I'm not gonna run any more errands for you until I know what is is!”

Rainbow Dash was a stubborn mare and Twilight knew she was going to have to talk, but, a wonderful delay had just presented itself. It would give her time to simplify all of this in her head anyway.

“Have you spoken to Rarity today?” Twilight changed the subject.

“No. And what does that have to do with any of--”

“She invited us all to the spa, you should come again, it was fun!”

Rainbow glared at her, after the Foal-free press tabloid incident, she wasn't to privy on returning to that place. It was as if she expected the crusaders to print another expose the minute she was caught doing another “uncool” thing. She had an image to maintain.

“Pa-leeeeease?” Twilight pleaded. “We have to go now though so...” She trailed, waiting for an answer.

Rainbow simply rolled her eyes, “Oh alright.” she groaned. “I'm still not letting you off the hook though.”

“I know, I know. After the spa we can come back and I can explain every little detail. It's—rather fascinating for sure.”

The two mares strolled through Ponyville on their way to the spa. Rarity was always punctual, as was Fluttersy...assuming her animals weren't giving her trouble. They were guided to the bath where Rarity and Fluttershy were waiting.

“Ah Twilight, Rainbow! What a splendid surprise.” Greeted the fashionista.

“Um...hi girls.” said Fluttershy meekly.

“Hello Ms Rarity, Fluttershy.” Twilight replied with a slight accent as she slowly sank into the nice warm bath. “Ah, this is so nice. After a day of vigorous study and inquiry it's nice to sit back and relax for a bit.”

“My thoughts as well darling,” Rarity said, “It has been quite the week for me, a whole avalanche of orders came in over the weekend, and of course Sweetie Belle is staying all week—Mother and Father are off the Manehatten. Say, speaking of which, any word from AppleJack?”

“I'm afraid not.” Twilight replied, “I was hoping you knew something.”

“No, according to Scootaloo, Granny Smith has become ill and they are visiting family--” Rarity quieted to a whisper, “you know, In case 'this is it'.”

“Oh my, that's...that's terrible.” Twilight said sorrowfully. “Wait, Scootaloo? The crusader?”

“Rainbow Dash wanna-be” quipped Rainbow Dash.

The girls laughed at this. All it seems the filly was capable of thinking, let alone talking about was her inflated praise and admiration of the pegasus.

“Mhm” Rarity replied. She had ordered some tea and was drinking it in her normal, delicate fashion. “She lives with me now—it's quite the story really”

Rainbow Dash lost it. If anyponmy in this foursome knew that filly, it was her.

“And how's that going for ya? I'm sure she loves being your personal ponyquin.” Rainbow continued to snicker at the thought of Scootaloo resisting Rarity's demands of “ladylike” appearance and mannerisms.

“Well for one thing Rainbow no such thing has occurred. Thought it would be nice, her mane is....messy to say the least.--She's awfully quiet, isn't really one for conversation, It's rather odd actually, she hardly speaks unless spoken to; unless it's Sweetie Belle of course.” She rolled her eyes, a hint of jealousy in her voice. “She isn't a troublemaker, she's very tidy and polite which I like but—she seems to take me more as a caretaker than the adoptive mother I am.”

Rainbow Dash was still snickering on the other side of the bath. Twilight shot a glare at her. “I'm sure she'll adapt, I think we all know I wasn't the most comfortable when I first moved here but, after awhile, like anything it got much better!”

“I sure hope so, this is only her second week but the silent treatment is driving me up a wall.” Rarity sank further in the tub. “But enough of my drama, how's Ms Fluttershy?” She turned to her friend.

“Oh well, uhm....not much just—you know, the usual.” Fluttershy wasn't really wanting to talk, after having to deal with a bunny fight, a cannibalistic squirrel, and an unwelcome insect infestation, musing about her predicament wasn't really something she wanted to do.

“Rainbow?” Rarity was dying for conversation.

“Not much actually” a smirk still wide on her face, “We're getting close to summer so we're moving from weather management to cloud control. It's easy once we get there but they always throw in these rookies from Trottingham and Cloudsdale who have no idea what they hay they're doing, but of course, they know everything.” She was getting slightly irritated just talking about it.

“Ah yes summer.” Rarity quipped with just about as much enthusiasm. The first month is busy and profitable but an absolute hell—the work of it all, everypony wants to have their summer line ready to go but instead of doing it ahead of time they all decide to do it at once.” she glared as tome nonexistent pony who likely represented her clients.

The rest of the spa time involved more conversing and gossip. All in all it was a good time seeing everypony and touching base as indeed the summer months introduced a new period of busy ponies. Get-togethers like this were going to be rare soon.

Twilight had forgotten her promise to Rainbow Dash as she made her way home, she was startled, much to Rainbow's delight, when she caught up with her.

“Remember out deal?” Rainbow said.

Twilight looked at her with tired eyes, it was late in the evening and she was tired, in a good way.

“You really are wanting to know about this aren't you?” Twilight asked, somewhat unsure of the pegasus' intentions-she wasn't usually this pushy about such an “egghead” subject.

“Well yeah, as I said. I ain't doing anymore of these little trips for you if I can't know what it's for.”

“Why do I have the feeling there is more to this than just that?” Twilight asked as they went up the stairs into the main library,

“Nope. That's it.” Rainbow said dryly. Suddenly, she felt tired herself. “On second thought, you know what? I have a long shift tomorrow so—I'll bug you later.”

“Okay, bye Rainbow Dash.” Twilight said as she let out a sign of relief. She found it odd that Rainbow changed her mind so quickly but she was known to take sleep over, well, anything. She peeked out one of the windows to see Rainbow flying in the direction of her cloud home. Twilight decided a few more hours of cross-referencing and scrutiny would wrap up a pretty decent day.

Taming The Hen

It was early morning in Ponyville, the warm, golden blanket of subtle, soft light that trickled through the trees, illuminated the windows, and gave the grass a slight tint of brown, produced, at distance, a beautiful sight: it looks as if Ponyville was a real-life El Dorado, the gold-like shimmer could be seen for miles around.

Scootaloo wasn't much of a morning Pegasus but she had no real choice. She slowly lifted her head, which always seemed heavier than normal in the morning. Her futile attempt to open her eyes was impaired by the bright display of light that shined on the floor, courtesy a tall window that sat in front of her bed.

The middle of a large room, almost circular in shape with a high. Imposing ceiling that seemed to be missing out on the spectacle of illumination that sat on the floor, it of course mimicked the composition of the window.

Tired, irritated, and cursing the day she chose to be punctual about her still new morning routine, the flightless filly finally managed to navigate slowly through her room, keeping her eyes only open enough to discern obstacles impeding her path to an artful door that seemed much further away than it literally was.

She slowly opened it and poked her head out to check on two doors to her right, they were both closed which signaled an “all clear” for her to slink to the washroom and ready herself for the day ahead; as she exited the shower and finished brushing her mane from its nappy, tattered look, brought on by sleep, to its still messy but familiar style, she heard small hoofsteps approach, she knew them well enough by now and it brought a slight smile to her face: unlike herself, this pony was much more pleasant in the morning.

Sweetie Belle slowly opened the door, having learned the hard way that simply barging in could lead to a scarring sight. Knowing this wasn't the case today, she slowly trotted in and proceeded to the shower.

“Morning Scootaloo!” She chirped, exerting a vigor and vibrance that Scootaloo covetly envied.

“Hey Sweetie Belle.” Scootaloo mumbled, her lack of any sort of energy left it nearly unintelligible.

“Still tired I see,” Sweetie Belle began with the same spurt of anticipatory happiness in her voice, not to the port where her infamous voice cracks came out to play, but still enthusiastic nonetheless.

“My sis said we've been very well behaved this week so we get some treats from Sugar Cube Corner!” she continued, pausing, anticipating a response from her feathered friend, receiving none, she continued:

“I was thinking, since she's busy this morning with that order that we could go to the club-house amd hang out.”

Again, no acknowledgement, curious she peered from behind the curtain to see that Scootaloo had left at some point, she shrugged and continued her morning regimen.

Scootaloo had already trudged downstairs, seated at the kitchen table awaiting her adoptive mother to come and make breakfast. After her restless night, spurred only by a rabid nightmare that took the cosolement and coddling from Sweetie Belle to calm her nerves and permit some sleep, she was worn out beyond words, much more than usual.

Scootaloo had grown very close to Sweetie Belle over the last year, prior to her life under Rarity, she had lived in various places throughout Ponyville following her escape from the boring and uninspiring orphanage when she was but a foal.

Her final residence before this was the Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse. Sweetie Belle found her only a few months ago after sneaking out late one night to go retrieve some fabric she had left behind. Celestia forbid Rarity found it was missing—as well as its purpose--”Cutie Mark Crusader Dry Cleaning” made the cheap establishments with the odd smelling, potentially hazardous fumes look like upper escalation establishments.

From that day on, Sweetie Belle would sneak out from her parents or the boutique depending on her predicament, and bring Scoots food, water, and extra blankets on colder evenings. Having enough of being alone and deprived, Scootaloo finally followed Sweetie Belle to the boutique and, after some reluctance by Sweetie (more out of fear of getting caught than the well being of her friend), they snuck inside and Scootaloo made house in the room that is now sanctioned as her own.

Still, her relationship with Rarity is less than stellar: while it isn't terrible per se, -Rarity has curbed all desire to “transform” the pegasus into some sort of pageant princess, being wise enough to never suggest or try it lest encourage Scootaloo to return to her sour conditions, their understanding of one another is still somewhat frayed, much due to Scootaloo instilling, in Rarity's mind, that her tomcolt persona to be her default state of mind and emotion, which it certainly is not, Sweetie Belle was the only pony who really knew this, having cradled her friend to sleep from fits of tears and bawling on several occasions.

The unicorn In question finally made her way downstairs, greeted by the site of a half-asleep filly, her presence clearly sending a message: “You're late, I'm hungry, look at how sad I am because I am malnourished you spineless drama queen!”, both knew this was untrue in every sense but both seemed to receive and accept the same internal prompt and played their parts accordingly.

“I'm sorry to keep you waiting Scootaloo,” Rarity began as she made her way to the cupboards, “Let's just say you weren't the only one having a fitful sleep last night.” As expected, there was no response, this was normal for her and she had adjusted her insecure side to be contempt with this, but after the little dramatic performance of the preceding evening, she was fed up: time to get this filly to talk—it simply wasn't natural—nay—it was unhealthy! Before this though, she figured the filly had to have enough energy to at least string some words together both in mind and in practice, so she prepared their meal first.

As Rarity was nearing completion of a simple array of eggs -kindly donated by Fluttershy, made possible only because of a lie that Rarity wanted to teach her sister how to care for an egg and the offspring--, hash-browns and apple juice, she could hear her younger sister make her way down as well, letting out a loud yawn as she did so.

Rarity turned and trotted into the kitchen, food on a platter hovering over her head in a light blue aura, to the sight of her upbeat, beaming sister who was happy as a dog to see her, contrasted to the still dull and downtrodden Scootaloo –something is obviously wrong here-- Sweetie Belle and Rarity had had a discussion following Scootaloo succumbing to sleep.

Rarity was tired of being just a provider, designated in the fillies head as a unrelatable authority figure that was to be respected but not understood. Sweetie imparted her experience with Scootaloo, her likes and dislikes and her means of conversation and comfort all of course was rather easy to achieve.

The one major barrier that Sweetie could not advise in, was breaking that shell, pushing past the protective layer of stunting and egoism. She wasn't Rainbow Dash or anyone else who needed to be impressed, if Scootaloo was going to live with her, they were going to talk things out just like she does with Sweetie, or Fluttershy, or the other girls. The sister made an agreement, Sweetie Belle was not going to come to Scootaloo's aid following last night, she now had to choose: rely on Rarity and learn to trust her, or cry it out.

“So,” Rarity wasn't sure how to get the ball rolling, “what do you girls have planned for today? Any crusading?”

Both sisters waited, hoping the orange coat, purple maned pegasus would pipe up, but nothing but the clanking of silverware and ambient chewing.

“Well for one,” Sweetie Belle began, pausing enough to invite Scootaloo's interjection at any point, “we were thinking of trying to get our cutie marks in directing. Isn't that right Scootaloo?”

Finally Scootaloo made some noise, not conversation as they'd hoped but it was a step, “mmhm” she mumbled,

Sweetie Belle shot a worried glance to her sister, she gave her a look that mentally indicated that she might was well shoot to kill at this point.

“Scootaloo, is something wrong?” Rarity stammered a bit, oddly finding herself intimidated by the conversation-impaired daughter of hers, “I know you had a bit of a scare last night....you know you can talk to me about anything.”

“I'm alright.” Mumbled Scoots, again in a borderline unintelligible spill of words.

Rarity pushed only slightly, “Sweet-heart, I know we're not the most—comparable of ponies, we had a bit of a tough start but I love you, and I know you at least appreciate what I'm doing here” She bit her tongue, way to sound condescending.

“I—I want you to know that I am here to listen, I'm not going to talk about it to anypony else, we're a family Scootaloo, that means I show you just as much respect and integrity as you do me.”

No response, though Scoots had raised her head and was now looking at her, face unreadable, a fork in the road at this point, Rarity blindly charged in a random direction, hoping reward would be her destination,

“Look, I am here to listen to you, to help you out if you need it, to comfort you when you are sad, you don't need to affront to me Scootaloo, we all have out vulnerabilities and it is nothing to be ashamed of,” She paused some to preemptively assemble the next sentence, weighing her words carefully.

“I am not here to judge you, I am here to care for you, love you and support you. If my sister can do it than I a am more than capable of it myself, you just have to—trust me.” She cursed herself for the hesitation, however to her satisfaction, her target didn't seem to notice, letting out a brief half-assed smile before shuffling her food a bit, finally speaking semi-audibly, the usual raspiness signifying her comfort despite how minute,

“Well—I---” Scootaloo sighed, “No, it's pretty stupid, I'm okay Rarity.”

Rarity mentally deflated, yet physically, she walked behind Scootaloo and wrapped her into a hug, her chin resting lightly on the fillys' rough mane.

“I'm not here to judge you Scootaloo,” A hint of desperation, again, unnoticed by Scootaloo who was now steady, craning hear head up slightly just to see Rarity smiling down at her, a sudden warmth and happiness previously only achieved at the gentle words and embrace of Sweetie Belle washed through her, affirming in her mind: “She is safe, she loves me—I love her too—I can talk.”

Rarity let go slowly, returning to her seat and her food as Scootaloo began to open up, victory was hers.

“It was really dark and cold,” the feathered filly recalled as if telling a story, head up now, looking directly at Rarity, a bit of tremor seen in her hooves, her pupils tracing from her mother to her food at times but she was comfortable and confident.

“I remember being afraid, I wasn't sure of what but I knew it wasn't good whatever it was,” Sweetie Belle quietly excused herself from the table, having finished eating and heard this tale only hours ago, she was going to find something else to do and let her sister take control.

“--All of the sudden the clubhouse somehow broke loose from the tree and it was flying high in the are, these weird noises,” she shivered at the last word, remembering the terror it brought to her subconscious being, “they were mean, and close, like when a bee flies by your ear, it was—scary.”

Mentally assessing whether to confirm her absolute trust and familial love for Rarity, she made her decision and chose to continue, “they were likes ghosts, they started laughing at me, calling me names and circling around the clubhouse. I couldn't move, I don't know why but I was stuck-- I couldn't talk or yell, I opened my mouth—I know I said something” A lump formed in her throat and a tear shed at the recollection, fear of the moment again rearing its ugly head.

Sensing this Rarity pulled Scootaloo into her lap and held her close, her trembling was almost startling, she knew this was the real Scootaloo, she had done it, now she just needed to not screw this up, first impressions are everything. She slowly stroked the filly's mane with one hoof and held her in the other.

“--But I couldn't, it was awful, then, it just stopped, the air stopped moving, the voices went away and I could move my head to look around, I did, and when I turned back to look at the door, Rainbow Dash was there, I felt happy, I thought she was going to rescue me, but she wasn't smiling, she was angry, her ears were flat. She didn't say anything, I still couldn't talk—or if I did she ignored me. She just righted me with her forehoof and bucked me into a wall. She didn't say anything she just kept hitting me and I kept screaming at her to stop—but I didn't scream--”

She was having trouble continuing, the fear finally boiling over, the emotions that claimed her dream state were now reprising their dominance in the real world, tears streaming down her face, she stuttered now as she began to choke up, but again, a part of her knew she was safe, that she was loved. Rarity wasn't going to let her go and she liked that, and while it wasn't enough to stop the crying, it pushed her enough to tell this hellish nightmare to the end.

Rarity now had borh hooves slowly swaying the filly to comfort her as much as she could, “she kept hitting me and kicking me, I could see blood, it hurt so bad, I couldn't do anything about it though, I just kept telling myself I was going to die, my idol was going to kill me and honestly, the pain was so bad I—i....I w-wanted her to.”

There was a pause as she let out a few heaves and sniffles, then resumed, a bit more relaxed now as she sank into Rarity's chest and embraced her protector, “She threw me out of the club-house, I started falling and it was all cold again, II couldn't move again either I was just falling—I felt sick, like when they drop you really fast on those roller coasters, but that feeling in my stomach wouldn't go away. I was falling into the Everfree, I could see all sorts of monsters, but I couldn't hear them, I couldn't hear anything, it was silent, I kept falling, I still had that sick feeling, then I hit the ground and that's when I woke up and screamed. I heard this weird noise for a few seconds, it was loud too--”

Stopping to see if she was missing anything she pulled back just enough to look at Rarity who still held her. New tears formed in her eyes but they weren’t a product of the sadness, anguish, betrayal, and fright of before, they were tears of joy and relief she hadn't fealt in as long as she could remember, she pulled her hooves from her side and turned the hug to Rarity.

“I'm safe now.” She wormed up so that her chin rested on Rarity's shoulder, not quite standing as that would put pressure on Rarity's back hooves and would hurt, but enough.

“I love you mom.”

That word, “Mom”. Rarity had never heard that before, not just from Scootaloo of course but ever, she had always framed what her reaction would be when her own baby, a product of procreation with one of the most dashing gentlecolts Equestria had ever witnessed, would be, but even the mist fanciful imagination couldn't correlate to the violent wash of happiness, pride, and appreciation that she was consumed with now, she had gone from “Rarity” to “Mom”, she had finally scaled the grand and harrowing ascent of obscurity and resentment.

All she could muster lest she look spastic was a simple “I love you too Scootaloo” before pulling the filly into another hug, this one had a strong aura of genuine, pure, and honest love, an undertow of understanding, compassion, and trust; tears matted the coats of both ponies as the sheer greatness that was this moment was realized and expressed.

After awhile the two released and silently went about finishing their food, smiling throughout, much to the surprise and joy of Sweetie Belle who had missed out on most of the dramatic production, taking preference in freshening up a little more and brainstorming on how to best attain their “directors” cutie marks.

“How's it going” Sweetie Belle sheepishly asked, subconsciously assure it all worked out but sill cautious on the surface.

“Well Scootaloo,” Rarity glanced over at the filly who was helping herself to seconds of food, her stomach apparently now hungry again, “What do you think?”

Scoots couldn't help from wearing a grin that if any larger could explode and lay waste to her face, despite that, she was slightly spent from the little episode and merely looked over to her unicorn friend with a face that indicated things had gone very well. After a few more minutes of eating, Rarity receded to the kitchen to clean up while Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle contemplated on how they were going to try—in vein of course-- to force the natural spontaneous event of acquiring a cutie mark, to occur at their terms.

“Maybe we could get a giant camera,” Scootaloo's usual pumped up vigor was on full display, her raspy, aggressive voice and demeanor were back in action as she stretched out her fore-hooves to emphasize her intentions, “and I could do some awesome action scenes with my scooter!” She bounced up and down as if she were on a bed, very anticipatory of what she assumed would be instant kingdom-wide acclaim, the lofty patrons of Canterlot would all know of her bad-assery in the most spectacular and well, amazing way fathomable by ponykind.

Sweetie Belle was excited that she was excited, but as per usual in the crusader's planning sessions, her desire for a fluffy, soft, and painless part in their adventures was left open for consideration—or not.

“Well that's cool and all Scoots but what do I get to do?” She squeaked, almost whining some.

“Well – we're gonna need a camera-mare aren't we?” A cocky grin still on Scootaloo's face, courtesy of her imagined glamor still playing a vivid scene in her head. “It's safe, and—you'll be famous too!”

Sweetie Belle liked this idea bit what mentally thirsty, she still failed to see how they would both get their directors cutie marks, and, arguably, Scootaloo's cutie mark would probably be much cooler, besides, she didn't want to sit behind a camera all day, she was a fashionista dammit and she was going to employ her self-recognized skills somehow!

“Maybe I could design you a costume! Ooh! And maybe I could style your mane too!” It was her turn to be bouncy and excited.

Scootaloo's smile however flattened some, she accepted Rarity as her mother, and Sweetie Belle as her—aunt? That's kinda weird but she seemed contempt with that was well so long as Sweetie didn't try to assume authority over her. She chuckled slightly at the thought of “Auntie Sweetie Belle” attempting to to control Scootaloo, she was clearly much stronger than Sweetie Belle ever would be, if anything, Sweetie Belle would be desperately requesting her uncles presence as Scootaloo overpowered her in some comical fashion.

No way in hell was Sweetie Belle going to touch her awesome mane, and using Rarity's flare for extravagance and—foo-foo frilly business as a prelude to whatever horror Sweetie Belle would bring forth, she internally rejected it with all the vulgarity her vocabulary permitted, and externally pushed to change her aunt's course,

“You're a great singer!” Scootaloo remembered several times hearing Sweetie Belle's angelic voice, while she was in no way disciplined in the art and form of music, as a listener, she could tell “good” from “crap”. To her chagrin though, like the rest of the crusader trio, including herself, Sweetie Belle wanted nothing to do with her natural talent:

“No I'm not Scootaloo,” she blushed some at the complement. “And besides, I've always had the desire to really show my stuff!” Her radiant smile returned.

Scootaloo, not wanting to crush her spirits but nor wanting to continue about this for now, hoping changing the subject would derail her momentum,

“Well, we're not really going to be able to do just one thing, especially when it's just us two—have you heard from Applebloom?” Sweetie Belle nodded, she had not, nobody had really.

It had been a good two weeks since Applebloom and the Apple family “disappeared” or at least, that's what the remaining crusaders and curious townsfolk were told, in reality, they were inside the homestead at Sweet Apple Acres. Granny Smith had passed away shortly before they entered reclusion everypony assumed they were grieving and out of respect, didn't bother them.

Rarity was one of the many ponies in the dark on this whole issue. The other four mares denied knowing anything, and they honestly did not, she found it odd as they all did, and at this particular point saw the concern and confusion in the two crusaders eyes and trotted over to them.

“Now don't you worry girls, I'm sure they're just not in the mood to come out right now, death is a very difficult thing to deal with and some ponies handle it worse than others.” She flashed a though on whether or not she should have phrased it that way but was satisfied, “I'm sure between Scootaloo's energy, and your—skills-- you'll get your film-making cutie marks for sure!”

While she was saying this, she had opened the door and motioned the fillies outside, best get them more willing to leave and go crusading than to have them in a place where they'd want to barrage her with questions and wild but well-intentioned speculation.

“Yeah!” Both of the fillies bounced up in down, re-energized by their sister/mother's words of encouragement.

Pleased she was getting somewhere, she continued, “now girls, I have quite the order today, I know I promised you treats but it will have to be later this evening”

A collective groan could be heard from the fillies below.

“--but,” she emphasized, “I promised so It will be done! Plus, this gives you girls plenty of time to get your movie ready!” She looked at them with a cheesy, toothy grin to try to shroud her slight fear of what trouble they were going to surely get into with a camera, and knowing them it would be a real camera, they may be somewhat thick when it comes to seeing their true talents glaring right under their muzzles, but they knew when they were being talked down to, and they didn't tolerate it.

“Oh, okay sis.” Sweetie Belle groaned, her grin returned though as she turned to her niece, “Come on Scootaloo! Let's go to the club-house and make a plan!” she raised a hoof as if declaring “land ho!” after a long and worn voyage at sea.

Rarity flinched somewhat at the idea of the two going to the club-house, the last thing a grieving family needed was trouble, and a sizable mess to accompany it.

“Now girls, I don't think that's too bright of an idea, remember what we talked about when we all met with Twilight?”

“Yes.” they both answered, ears flattening.

“You understand that it maybe not such a nice thing to disturb the Apple Family right now right?”

Scootaloo was desperate, “We won't bother them Ra—mom we promise!”

Not wanting to dig a whole of whining, pleading, and questions, Rarity budged, only a little, the last thing she wanted was to be responsible for anything awful, especially now that she was responsible for two of the three crusaders who were known to cause destruction and discontent wherever they went in their fruitless adventures.

“You will go the club-house, get your paper and crayons, and find somewhere else to conspire okay?”

The two, ears still lowered were happy with what they could get, both knowing Rarity was equal if not superior in her ability to be very stubborn

“Oh alright” Scootaloo groaned dejectively.

“Splendid!” Rarity finished excitedly more for her own sake than theirs, “If you two keep your word and stay out of trouble than I will see you both late at Sugar Cube corner!”

The fillies, reminded of their promised confections were happy again, seemingly contempt with the slight change in course, “YAY!”

Rarity flattened her ears to curb as much sound as possible, no use: “CUTIE MARK CRUSADER FILMMAKERS! YAY!” And with that, Sweetie Belle hopped into a red wagon attached to Scootaloo's scooter, Scootaloo then hopped onto the locomotion of her namesake and they sped off, destination: destructive adventure!

Rarity made a mental note to check on them, she trusted them, but....their antics were about as sporadic as all the other mishaps in Equestria; better safe than sorry.

The clubhouse was in the same state they had left it in during the last meeting there nearly half a month ago, to the unicorn and pegasus who entered ever so quietly, it seemed like a lifetime, every reminder of their last escapade seeming almost nostalgic, however, Sweetie Belle wasn't there to dawdle, her sister put her hoof down and she had to obey it lest she deal with the consequences, and while Scootaloo would normally be an antagonist in this situation, she was mindful as well, reminding herself they came here to get their things and then leave without a trace.

It was rather early in the morning still, when Scootaloo slept here she was almost never awake at this hour so the darkness that enveloped the small tree house was slightly displacing, regardless they collected some crayons, paper, and their crusader capes which somehow were in near-mint condition, despite the countless instances which should have destroyed them. They quietly mused about their friend as they made their way out of the clearing where the club-house resided and back into town.

“You think we'll see Applebloom anytime soon Scootaloo?” Sweetie Belle asked, slightly worried as she shot a glance towards the farm through the trees,

“I sure hope so...” Scootaloo trailed off, not sure how to continue, she sure did miss the filly, considerably more than she expected, they argued constantly, but they were still friends, and they were still Cutie Mark Crusaders, and while Sweetie Belle was Scootaloo's first friend, and yes they played and created trouble before they became acquainted with the farm filly at Diamond Tiara's Tercentenarya, they still couldn't fully adjust to going about their schemes, let alone school without her.

“You think maybe we should check on her?” Scootaloo suggested, she had no real intent on doing it—or at least, if she was the only one.

“No!” Sweetie Belle panicked, almost yelled. She stopped and looked around, sweating some, when she assured herself nopony else had heard, she firmly continued, “No Scootaloo.”

Scootaloo stopped, that sounded almost like a command, “Why'd you say it like that?” Scootaloo glared at her.

“What do you mean 'why'?” Sweetie protested, “You know what Rarity said this morning and Twilight said a few days ago 'leave them alone girls, give them time to sort out their affairs'--whatever that means. We're not going over there.”

“Don't talk to me like that” Scootaloo growled, somewhat stutters, she was shocked that she found herself somewhat uncomfortable talking that way to Sweetie Belle, at any time before now she wouldn't have thought twice, but something odd came into her mind. Could she actually punish me? She is my aunt... Scootaloo dismissed that thought, Come on Scootaloo, what would she do? You could take her easily! You're way too strong for her, she tried to pin you down she'd be sent flying all the way to Cloudsdale! Her thoughts were interrupted upon her noticing Sweetie Belle hadn't said anything after, she looked sad, her ears flat and head hung low.

“I'm sorry Scootaloo,” she mumbled weakly as she barely looked at her, “I didn't mean to be all bossy, I just don't want to get in trouble...” her voice trailed off, like Scootaloo she understood very well that while Sweetie may have an authoritative title and have slight advancement in age to back it up, when it came down to it, there was no way she could ever control Scootaloo, outside of hurting her, and that simply wasn't an option. Sweetie was soon met with a comforting hoof around here

“No, I'm sorry Sweetie Belle, I shouldn't have been so rude, I knew you weren't trying to be bossy or mean...” Scootaloo found it difficult to converse as well and with that affirmation they continued silently into town, all the while a pair of binoculars had been following their trip as soon as they entered the vicinity of Sweet Apple Acres: Big Macintosh lowered them slowly, content that the fillies were gone and out of earshot.

“They gone Big Mac” quipped Apple Jack in a slightly off tone from her usual charismatic voice.

“Eeeyup” replied Big Mac heavily, he chuckled some as he put the binoculars into an empty apple basket beside him.

“M'kay, I'ma thinkin' it's about time to get our little filly up and movin'” A sinister smile crept onto AppleJack's face, her eyes filled with hate.

“Eeeyup” The stallion agreed, with an equally troubling grin.

Domestic Oppresion

The Apple Family hadn't been dealing to well with the sudden death of Granny Smith, after all, after their parents' passing shortly after Applebloom's birth, between AppleJack's running off the Manehatten and Big Mac's teenage turbulence, Granny somehow kept the family and the farm together well into their matured age, even though the mare and stallion were now in complete control of Sweet Apple Acres assets and production, the death of their grandmother fealt like a rug being pulled from under them. The usually stable and dependable AppleJack had crumbled to a depressed, sorrowful sap; the burly and reliable Big Mac had slummed to a similar state: over the last week their had been not much done, said, or thought other than the despair and sadness that this passing all dealt to them, this week however was a turn in mood, following the denial and pain stage in the grieving process, comes anger and displaced blame.

Applebloom wasn't sure what to do at this point. She lay weakly in her bed, warm and secure in her blankets and pillow, she was awake but she dare not get out of bed; the more time she spent snuggled up here, the less time she had to be hit, hollered at, and hated. She wasn't quite sure when, why or how her brother and sister decided she was the bringer of all terrible things, the fuel of all fire, buit indeed that is what she was, Celstia forbid an apple missed the basket when she was out helping buck apples, that would result in an array of directive vulgarity and a powerful hoof connected to her face, Luna be dammed if she was in the wrong place when they messed up, a mistake, mishap or misfire that would usually only warrant a light curse and nothing more now was the catalyst for Applebloom's abuse, she was hit, bucked into walls, spat on, and called terrible things, it wasn't to the point where she was near death, somewhere in their tornadic hearts, powered by their acidic cloud of anger and depression was a tinge of love for the filly that was the one thread separating her from a likely beat-down. Despite all of this the filly with the bow chose not to attempt fleeing her home, which resembled more of a reclusive compound than the joyous and colorful acreage she'd come to know and love, be it her own internal emotional forces that kept her isolate from everyone except her siblings, be it Stockholm syndrome, it wasn't too clear to her. Either way she wanted nothing to do with it, it was already halfway through the week; she hadn't seen her friends in who knows how long, what made this worse is that she still wasn't told that Granny Smith was dead, she put two and two together and permitted herself to conclude that something had happened, and for some reason she was to blame. She looked out the window to see that since her last bout with her internal clock, it seemed that the sun was on full display, Rainbow Dash's superior workmanship permitted the beautiful blue to expand as far as the eye can see, she was unable to see her friends from her view as she was on the opposite side of the rancher, but she knew they were playing, laughing, having fun without her that sent a sickly feeling in her tummy which jettisoned to her throat as she heard all to familiar and dreaded hoofsteps approach her door, she turned her head and closed her eyes, hoping that maybe, just maybe this time this morning could be different.

Her luck was terrible.

“Applebloom, get yer flank outta bed now before I drag yer ass out by the tail!” The cowpony snarled as she stamped her hooves madly in an attempt to startle the filly awake, Applebloom failed to move, she didn't want to, she was afraid. Her sister could see her shivering from a cold sensation of dread that had consumed her—as usual.

“Ah, so I see we're gonna be stubborn again huh? Y'all just don't learn do ya?” She slowly made her way to the bed, now towering over her sister who was curled in a ball, eyes forced shut, just wanting all of this to stop. “I ain't gon' tell you 'gain Applebloom, outta bed now 'fore I make yer mornin' a sour one.”

Again, the filly didn't respond, somewhere in her mind she kept pleading this was all just a morbid, dark nightmare, that somehow she would awaken to smiling faces and frolicking friends, not so.

Apple Jack then, without another word clamped her teeth on the filly's mane, permitting a slight squeal of pain from the filly, she was then sent a good ways to the other side of her room where she landed on her rump, as she tried to steady on her fours, a big red hoof pinned her back down, not crushingly, but enough to prohibit any mobility.

“Ah thought ah told you that bein' a pill ain't gonna git you anywhere, Ah guess you're too stupid to figure that out ain't ya?” Big Mac had a look that could only be interpreted as hateful, Applebloom simply looked at him, a pleading look in her eyes, her face shaped by sadness and fear. “If I gotta get the switch 'gain I ain't gonna be nice about it this time ya understand?”

Applebloom nodded hastily, not daring to say a word. The hoof slowly lifted off of her, implying once false move would bring it back down upon her tender tummy.

“Get up.” Demanded Apple Jack coldly, almost lifeless. Applebloom did as she was told and got up, still somewhat weak from sleep, she followed them downstairs into the living room, her head hung low, not wanting to make eye contact with the “wrong look” on her face.

“Listen here you ungrateful piece ah shit” Apple Jack spat, “Yer gonna clean house today, you're shit out on the fields, can't even buck an apple tree no more, can't afford to have a retard workin' the fields so yer gonna clean this place up real good, understand?”

Applebloom nodded, hoping that was sufficient.

“What was that?” Apple Jack said, now clearly irritated, “Didn't heat ya?”

“You too stupid to talk now” Big Mac snickered.

“I heard ya sis, I understand” Applebloom mumbled, on the verge of tears, she couldn't help it anymore, she could take it the last few days but this, this was just too much now.
“Quit yer cryin' you little bitch!” Apple Jack was suddenly yelling, “We done did that already, y'all need to grow the fuck up an' make yerself useful!” Applebloom shot into a protective ball, awaiting whatever brutality was coming her way, though, none came.

“That's what ah thought” Apple Jack hissed, now at eye level with the filly, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes very prominent, “Ah expect this place to be spotless by noon, if y'all mess up, yer gonna get fucked up, understand me?”

“Y-yes sister, ah understand.” Applebloom couldn't keep the shaking from her voice this time, she just wanted it all to end.

Not another word was said as the two senior ponies left the house and went outside to work, Applebloom, sure they were out of hearing, plunked to the floor and sobbed, years now gushing down her face like her splinters the day before, she had to get out, she couldn't take any more of this.

Inflation

The remainder of the day was, outside of the Apple Compound, uneventful and rather predictable, Rarity got her work done in time and of course, “pushed herself to excellence”, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were unable to get their directing cutie marks, but they did managed to rack up an IOU with a camera vendor, piss off a few passerbys as Scootaloo swished by them at dangerous speeds on her scooter, and Sweetie Belle had grown irritated with Scootaloo's opaque attempts to derail her from dressmaking, regardless, they all now were en route to Sugar Cube corner to have a pleasant evening.

Rarity was first of the family to arrive, automatically stirring conversation as soon as she eyed Twilight, Rainbow, and Fluttershy; Pinkie was bustling and blabbering in the kitchen.

“Oh Rarity! We were just talking about you!” Twilight clapped her hooves excitedly, “So, your order is complete I would assume?”

Rarity sat down with the girls and took a sip of coffee that was waiting for her, “Ah yes, yes I did, call me cliché but I really think I've outdone myself with this line, no matter what the season, regardless of the setting it looks simply stunning!”

“I saw it, it's very beautiful Rarity” said Fluttershy humbly.

“Why thank you Shy I appreciate it, here's to hoping the client appreciates it as well, NDA so I can't quite tell who it is—but I can tell you, very top notch Canterlot types,” She was beaming now, obviously proud of herself.

“That's great Rarity!” Twilight said with genuine excitement for her friend, “As for me its been the usual, Spike has been off to Canterlot for a few days so it's been just me studying away.” She laughed some, more at herself than anything.

“Yeah well you know--” Rainbow began, posturing in a relaxed, chill manner, “keepin' the skies clear around here isn't a foal's job, kinda light though so I've had time to sleep.”

“Huh, I am jealous Rainbow, sleep is something I could really go for” Rarity sighed, “But I did promise to the girls that they would be treated for good behavior so—Here I am.”
“Oh, how are they by the way?” Twilight asked,

“The girls?” Rarity asked.

“Yes, it's been...what two weeks now since you've had Scootaloo?”

“Ah, I think a month now actually, it has gone quickly though-- It's been a rough start but we're beginning to adjust to each other, she's actually a very, very sweet filly once she opens up, her tomcolt attitude gives way to this gentle, loving little filly, Sweetie Belle has certainly grown close to her, we've learned a lot about her, good things of course.”

“Wow, really? I never figured,” Twilight was intrigued somewhat, she had, as the other girls had, seen Scoots as a 24/7 daredevil stunt junkie who wanted nothing less the speed, style, and awesomeness.

“Neither did I, it actually came about in a rather rude way, she had a terrible nightmare the night before and Sweetie Belle had gotten up to care for her, she'd been doing this for quite some time, I finally decided it was time that Scootaloo learned to trust somepony else, might as well be me all things considered. It went well.”

“Ooh, poor thing,” Fluttershy cooed, “hat was the nightmare about?”

“Actually--” Rarity turned to Rainbow Dash who looked up from her cupcake, “It was about you.”

Rainbow snorted, the idea of Scootaloo having a negative thought about her was certainly new, but welcome, while she hadn't seen the “kiddo” in some time, she really didn't want her be her starfish again. “Strange, what did I do?”

“Well--” she glanced around making sure he subject wasn't there, she may had been okay talking to Rarity but even that took some work, she would be mortified if she found out her idol knew anything about it, “you attacked her, beat her up and sent her plummeting to her death into the Everfree”

“Yikes, kinda morbid don't ya think? Rainbow was somewhat shocked by the fillys vivid and dark imagination.

“It's like stress induced, they've been getting curious about Applebloom, they were talking about her this morning—any word from Apple Jack?”

“I'm afraid not,” Twilight said after a slight pause, she had been actively listening up until now, “Now that you mention it I've been getting a little worried myself, I was this close to heading down with Spike and checking on them last night, I figured I shouldn't—It isn't my place.”

“Darling, I understand but it has been nearly a month! I get that they are upset but you can only hide like that for so long before something is very wrong.” Rarity flinched some as she noticed a white unicorn filly and an orange pegasus filly were looking up at her, their faces didn't show they quite understood or contextualized what she said, so she quickly derailed, “Oh well hello girls, so--” She noticed their flat expressions, “No cutie mark?”

“Nope.” Scootaloo grumbled as she hopped into the booth next to Rarity, Sweetie Belle squeezing in between, “I just couldn't land any jumps, of all the days for my scooter to suck, this was it.”

“It would have been way more fun if I actually got to do something!” Sweetie Belle hissed, “I'm pretty sure there isn't a cutie mark for getting yelled at, sitting with a camera for three hours, or getting my tail run over.” A pouting look came about.

“Now girls, at least you're in one piece, and from what I understand the camera was able to be replaced so, you did very good, I'm very proud of you both.”

The fillies, who had once again forgotten why they were here, suddenly had a shot of glee and warmth when they remembered their treat, “YAY!” The fillies rejoiced, zipping to the counter and eying confections that made their moths water. As Rarity managed her filies, Twilight turned to Fluttershy,

“I guess Rarity is right, there comes a point where you need to talk about things—you think we should at least check on them?”

“I-I don't know Twilight,” the cream-colored pegasus said meekly, “I just think maybe just a little mote time--”

“Oh stop it!” Rainbow was practically yelling, “We've given them plenty of time, when we were in a rotten mood they sure didn't wait, what they hay makes them so special?” Twilight could be seen signaling Rainbow Dash to calm down so the fillies wouldn't hear her, Rainbow continued anyway. “When somepony kicked the bucket in Cloudsdale, yeah it was sad, we had a funeral, Rainbow ceremony, the whole bit; but you know what? Next day we were over it, done, no time for crying when there's work that needs to be done!” She slammed her hooves on the table for emphasis. Fluttershy had practically melted under the table at this point Twilight had hear head in her hooves, a tinge of red on her cheeks as she knew that Rainbow was clearly missing her objections and was about to cause a stir. Rarity shot a dirty glare Rainbow's way as Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle had the misfortune of hearing every part of Dash's tirade, and were once again reminded of their absent friend.

“You think she's okay sis?” Sweetie Belle asked softly, Scootaloo kept her head low, not wanting to project vulnerability anywhere near her idol or anypony else, though a strong urge was there to run into Rarity's hooves and cry, it made her very uncomfortable and Rarity could see it.

“I know she is Sweetie—you too Scoots, she is fine, we'll talk later alright?” Her tone returned to it's positive curve, trying to cheer them up as much as she could, “in the meantime, why don't we enjoy this lovely--” She noticed the two contrasting deserts: Sweetie Belle chose a simple brownie with fudge and a scoop of vanilla ice cream, whereas Scootaloo went overboard with a gargantuan brownie volcano with all sorts of condiments ranging from liquid sugar to butterscotch, a good assortment of ice cream topped this mountain of chocolate with cherry, vanilla, cookie dough, and mint, and of course, to top it all off, a peanut butter cup sat on top. Rarity was sure as hell incapable of downing such a monster, how the little speedster expected to do so was beyond her rational train of thought.

“--er Scootaloo? Don't you think this is a bit—excessive? You don't want to get sick do you?”

Somewhat frustrated with her mother's perceived lack of confidence, Scootaloo glared up at her, “what do you mean excessive? I played hard today Rarity, I think I can handle it.” Rarity knew she wasn't backing down and didn't want to upset her to the point of reverting to thinking of Applebloom, so to save the moment she caved and simply paid Ms Cake and returned to the table, helping Scootaloo move her gargantuan feast of fun to the table.
“Oh my...” Fluttershy had seen no other pony sans Pinkie Pie attempt to consume such a feast.

Twilight lost it at the sight as Scootaloo plopped down in her spot, a look of abject determination on her face,

“Careful now Scootaloo, Spike once thought he could eat all the ice cream he wanted and paid the price.” She snickered slightly.

“Yeah squirt,” Rainbow Dash was on the verge of a serious laughing fit just at the sight of her number one fan, who was barely bigger than the prize before her, going down in a blaze of tummy aches and vomit, “Maybe I should give you a head start,” she reached for a spoon and went for the top pile of ice cream when a little orange hoof smacked it away.

“Ugh!” A very irritated Scootaloo pouted, “I'm a big pony I can handle this by myself!” Her forehooves were crossed over her chest as she scowled at her idol.

“Alright alright, easy pipsqueak--” she had to let out a chuckle, this was priceless, “good luck.”

An hour had passed now, Sweetie Belle had long finished her ice cream, Fluttershy had left to tend to her Angel Bunny; all that remained was Twilight, Rainbow, Ratify and the girls—and Scootaloo's partially demolished chocolate monstrosity; and while she did manage to eat a good deal of it, surprising even Rainbow herself, she was at the point now where this had grown into more of a punishment than a reward. Scootaloo's gut bloated as large as her small body would permit, it growled and rumbled, not from hunger, but from processing an ungodly amount of sweets in one go. She groaned in misery, slumping into her seat to try to set her stomach in just the right way where she wouldn't feel her new-found gut.

Rainbow Dash was loving this way too much, “Come on chubby wubby,” she cooed mischievously, “you're a big pony right? Well big ponies finish ALL of their ice cream,” she was now poking the filly's tummy, much to Scootaloo's irritation, “every—last—bite” she made sure to jab her stomach just a bit rougher with that last word, this was too much for Scoots, it was now down to the size of at least two of Sweetie Belle's treats combined, good enough for the average pony, hell for her.

“I'm afraid she's right Scootaloo,” Rarity lectured, “perhaps now maybe you will realize that sometimes your eyes are bigger than your stomach.” She looked at the slumped, bloated, and defeated filly who lay across from her, the filly was humiliated, her idol was teasing her, she made of fool of herself, and she clearly owed Rarity an apology for being some crass earlier. She then did something she never would've conceived before now, especially in public, she slugged across the booth seat over to Rarity's lap and curled into her hooves, she wrapped her in a semi hug and started crying.

“I'm sorry Rarity” She said between sniffles, “I shoud've listened to you! I'm such an idiot!”

While Scootaloo's disposition was rather cute, with the added weight and all, the plump little orange ball was now matting her coat with tears of shame, embarrassment, and rejection. Rarity scooped her in her hooves and pulled her close, akin to the manner she had done earlier that day, she shoosed the filly softly as she held her, slightly surprised Scootaloo was crumbling and falling apart in front of her idol, to whom anytime before this wore a thick disguise of strong will, bravery, and coolness. Rainbow Dash saw this as a perfect opportunity to attack at the remainder of the ice cream which was now melting rapidly. Sweetie Belle had fallen asleep some time ago and was leaning on Rarity's side, Rarity had to take her home to Mother and Father tonight as they had returned from their stay in Fillydelphia, she knew she couldn't be too late; she looked over at her sister, who was sleeping soundly, and at the expanded fluff of orange cradled in her hooves, now sniffling, sans any audible sobbing.

“Sweetie Belle,” Rarity whispered softly, “time to wake up sis, Mother and Father are waiting.” Sweetie awoke with a sizable yawn and stretch, and hopped down from the booth. Rarity did the same and motioned Scootaloo to climb onto her back, she did not want any whining during the trip and carrying around all that weight and guilt was not going to help any. The flubby filly managed so crawl on, wrapping her hooves softly around her neck and quickly giving into sleep.

“I had a wonderful evening girls,” Rarity turned to her friends who were readying to leave as well, she chuckled, “even if we had a bit of an unexpected incident.”

“Fine by me,” said Twilight with a smile, “You're right Rarity, she is adorable when she's like that.” She gazed, almost in envy of Ratify; sure she had her Spike who had repeated this scene several different times several different ways but it just wasn't the same.

Rainbow Dash was hovering now, looking down at her number one fan, deep in a fit of sleep, the events of the evening summoning a sort of nostalgic appreciation for her reckless days as a filly in Cloudsdale.

“Hehe, well, tell her thanks for the ice cream.“ she laughed before zipping off into the starry sky.

Luna's moon in many respects is far superior than Celstia's sun, if not for the recognition and welcoming by the tired and worn ponies of the daytime, it was very welcome for the occasional late night strolls through town. Sweetie Belle had been dropped off at home and now Rarity and her still sleeping passenger were just now entering the boutique. She carried Scootaloo to her room, slowly shifting her body as such that the filly would plop softly on her bed, she wasn't so successful so some magic was required to ease the transition, as well ass pull the blankets above her.

She looked so peaceful, the moon shining just enough through her expansive window sitting to the right of her bed, enough to illuminate her motionless face, mouth agape only slightly, Scootaloo didn't snore so it was a peaceful sight. Rarity gently kissed her on the forehead,

“Goodnight Scootaloo.”

She knew there would be no response, she stood just a little longer watching her adopted daughter, fast asleep, content in her mind that tomorrow would be another day and that while this would indeed be the butt of jokes for quite some time, the repercussions would be done and over. Satisfied that her day was done and confident that it had gone much better than expected, Rarity herself retired to her own room, cleaned up her workspace some, and went to sleep. It had been a long day, with a tense start, and a calm, beautiful end.

Decisions

A calm and beautiful end to the evening was the farthest thing from Applebloom's mind, her day had been horrible, tiring, endless, boring chores, missing a spot was met with an array of hostile and brutal tirades, “Moma shoulda killed you 'fore you was born!” or “Ya'll are a disgrace! The day you call yerself an Apple is the day I hang mahself fer tha hogs ta eat!” The only positive aspect of today was that aside from the rude awakening in the morning, the physical abuse was absent, they must've figured if they kept beating her too often, she'd get scars, scars would bring questions and that is the lest thing they wanted. The red-maned filly lay in her bed now, watching Luna's moon rise to full brilliance and prominence. She let out a heavy sigh, all day she daydreamed and mused upon what her friends were doing, what of they got their cutie marks and she missed out? What if they went on some really cool adventure with Twilight and the others and she missed that too? Why do my siblings hate me? What did I do?

In her numerous fits of sobbing and bawling, she had come to terms with Granny's death, they didn't tell her but she didn't need them too, she was able to put it together on her own: Granny is old, now granny is gone, Apple Jack and Big Macintosh were real sad, now they're real mad....made sense, didn't make it okay by any means but at least she knew the cause of her misery. She turned over so she was now lying on her stomach, the soft mattress felt good on her tummy which was unusually empty, Apple Jack and Big Mac didn't let her leave even the house to go onto the farm, nor did they feed her, she “didn't deserve the fruits of their labor, bein' the slacker she was.” All of this was truly ridiculous and initially unbelievable, prior to Granny's death, Apple Jack and Big Mac were the best siblings she'd ever known, they loved her infinitely, played with her, encouraged her to go out and be happy as herself, yeah they had their trials and tribulations but they were small, they were short, and they usually taught somepony something about themselves, something to improve, room to grow, not now; now it was the opposite, Applebloom was unwanted, a waste of space, time, and air. For not wanting a damn thing to do with her they sure put in the effort of keeping her there, why? Perhaps they were past the point of letting her go, she would talk if they did, and they would have to likely answer to the Princess, they weren't about to have their hard work torn from them over their whiny little sister.

All theses thoughts kept her awake and the longer she stayed awake, she knew the less sleep she would get, she dreaded waking up, she didn't want to go to sleep, but she didn't want to lay awake musing about misery either, she didn't want to be afraid, she didn't want to be hated. Then it hit her: it's night time, she could sneak out without much of a hassle, she just had to be real sneaky about it, she could find Sweetie Belle or Scootaloo—wherever she was, now that she thought about it, she had never been to Scootaloo's house, or met any of Scootaloo's family, what if she was an orphan? What if she never knew her family? Applebloom figured she's one lucky pegasus then, at least she doesn't have to deal with things like this.

Applebloom had a plan, and she was putting it in action, she really had nothing to loose, but everything to gain, she still felt a small tug of familial loyalty tugging at he conscience, but her stubborn nature ruled the moment and pushed it aside, she crept down the stairs ever so gingerly so as not to wake them, she snuck into the kitchen area, then into the foyer, her hoof was on the knob, freedom was just beyond this wooden slab, she turned it, slowly, then her hoof slipped, suddenly she felt two hooves, much bigger than hers, wrap briskly and forcefully around her waist, within a blink she was flat on her back, Apple Jack looking down at her with bloodshot, angry eyes.

“What the hell do you think yer doin' Applebloom? Thought we told ya ta stay inside—fer yer own good...”

Apple Jack grabbed the filly up by her mane with her teeth and launched her into the kitchen tabled, and all of the glassware on it, Applebloom felt sharp stinging and cold from the air entering these new cuts and splinters. She didn't have much time to react as she was then yanked by the mane again and tossed into a barren side of the foyer, slamming hard into the old, unfinished wood floor, slivers abound her chin and forehooves, just as she came to, loud, fast hooves came behind her and kicked her, she then was in transit from the middle of the room into the staircase, good for her she stuck it flank-first, head first and she likely would have been done for. Her vision was blurred she could see blood streaming down her face, likely from her forehead where she had just been bucked by her sister's renowned, powerful hooves, there was no point in crying now, do or die.

She chose the first option.

Applebloom made a mad dash for the kitchen, finding a fork, she hurled it madly as Applejack charged, it hit with accuracy, airtight into Apple Jack's muzzle, causing her to stumble back slightly, the chase continued quickly though as Applebloom hopped onto the counter and galloped to the other side of the room, Apple Jack, blinded by rage, topped the counter and was right behind her, but unlike Applebloom who had to doge and clear sink fossits, dish racks, and other things, Apple Jack simply smashed through them, she also smashed through the rickety old wall between the kitchen and the foyer as the filly scampered unknowingly into a corner. She was trapped, her sister menacingly inched closer,

“Shouldn't a done that, you're a dead fucker now.”

As Apple Jack inched closer, ready to destroy her own sister, she was met with a hoof to the face, and a respectable one at that, a strong tug on her mane followed and she was on the ground, Applebloom wasn't done yet, she put her karate skills to good use and sent a chair at a reasonable speed into Apple Jack's face as the mare attempted to get up. Apple Jack stumbled and tripped backwards, slamming into a grandfather clock that was recently placed near Granny's chair, she smashed into the glass, Apple Jack then tore out of the clock, not before of course ripping some fur off by shooting through glass, she winced some but was dead set on her target, however, her target was prepared as well. Apple Jack found herself lassoed around the forehooves—tightly, she plopped to the ground struggling violently to get to her back hooves, no use, the filly had the skill, and time to hogtie those as well.

Applebloom hopped onto Apple Jack's stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She stayed put and walked to the point where she was now looking down at her sister who had given up.

Appleblooms struggled to speak at first, fits of sound escaped her sporadically, she was trembling beyond measure, she finally glared down at her sister who lay there with a look of pure hatred.

“A-ah ain't gonna kill ya c-c—cause I love you..” she choked up some but she knew she had to continue, she was the big pony now and she had to teach her sister a lesson, “y'all hurtin' me—it ain't right! It ain't solvin' nothin an—a-and yer a damn fool if ya thought otherwise!” She threw up in her mouth, all the fear, the physical demands all catching up with her now as her emotions were in full swing, “Ah ain't gonna let ya do this Apple Jack, yet n-not gonna hurt me no more!--d-dammit!”

“Fine Applebloom” A defeated Apple Jack growled, “Y'all get, I don't ever wanna see you again, an I don't ever wanna hear from you again, I fucking hate you, so does Big Mac, you ain't never been good for nothin'! All we was doin' was tryin ta help you and y'all try ta kill me instead—fuck you you piece ah sh--”

“ENOUGH!!” Applebloom connected a impressive smash from her hoof into Apple Jack's face, blood and a tooth came sailing clear to the ceiling. Her sister was out, the bruise from the impact was already the size of her eye, Applebloom hurriedly scrambled for the door, leaving it open as she fled as fast as her little hooves would allow, she was covered in blood from her and her sister, she could feel stinging, throbbing pain, coldness both inside and out, she was sweating and panting, wheezing made its way ito her breaths as she kept pushing into town, the tears were flowing freely now, she knew where she needed to go, she wasn't stopping, not now, not ever.

Scootaloo wasn't sure why she had awoken abruptly from her blissful dream of earning her cutie mark jumping her scooter over six ursa majors and having everypony bow to her feet in praise of her awesomeness, really, it was pretty cool—despite that though the dream was escaping her, her subconscious scrambling to retain it—no luck. She groaned some as she remembered what had happened a few hours ago; as all of that flooded her mind again she started to hear the source of her departure from dream land, a faint knocking—no banging—on the front door the boutique. She shrugged, figuring Rarity would get it. She waited, listened, no hoofsteps from the room to her right, no light flooding under the door, and the banging persisted, growing louder it seemed. She finally mustered up the will to at least sit up to hear better, this turned out to be more of an exercise than usual, nature had yet to vacate her swollen belly and she snuggled to sit upright; that took long enough, she got down from bed and trotted out into the hallway.

She wasn't hearing things; somepony, or something was certainly slamming on the door, she thought she could hear words too, but she was too tired to strain her ears, instead she looked one more time to see if Rarity had been jostled from her “beauty sleep”, it appeared not. Either she had cotton in her ears or was doing an amazing job ignoring the persistent pounding. Scootaloo grumbled something and made her way downstairs towards the door. Much to her surprise, Opalescence wasn't in Rarity's room, instead it stood diagonal to the door, back arched, fur frayed, and hissing violently as it anticipated this unwelcome guest. The cat stopped at the sight of Scootaloo approaching the door, now watching as if it were a show.

Scootaloo was terrified by what she saw rush intro the house. Applebloom was—almost unrecognizable. Her signature bow was gone, her mane was tattered and the front portion that normally hung over her face had obvious signs of bite marks, blood was still trickling down her face, bruises both fresh and faded were opaque on her cream colored coat which was matted all around. Before Scootaloo could pose any kind of question, the bleeding earth pony was now pressed into her, in a tight hug, much like she had been earlier in the evening, she was sobbing heavily and wasn't showing any intention of letting go. Scootaloo simply watched in confusion and horror as fresh blood continued to stream down her friend's hooves and now staining her own coat.

“A-Applebloom, what happened!?”

The farm filly continued sobbing frantically for awhile, she didn't bother moving her head, which still was buried in Scootaloo's chest, Scootaloo could feel see this bleeding wasn't going to stop without bandaging, she figured there was only one thing she could do at this point:

“RARITY!” She screamed with all her might, countless times. Her voice cracking at the sheer force behind her hollering would make Sweetie Belle jealous for sure. Finally, her caretaker stumbled to the top of the stairs and stampeded down as soon as she saw Applebloom and her horrific state.

“Applebloom, what in Equestria—!” Rarity shrieked as she snatched the filly and whisked her into the washroom, Scootaloo was quick to follow.

Applebloom relayed her awful story as Rarity cleaned and bandaged her wounds, Applebloom didn't move, she didn't even flinch, not even when Rarity had to sew a gash shut with just a needle and spare thread, it was primitive but with a bandage over it, it would have to do until she could get her to the hospital. By this point Applebloom had calmed some, tears still flowing down her face as the pain was still fresh; Scootaloo sat in the doorway watching and listening, cursing herself inside for not following her instincts and checking on her when she was with Sweetie Belle, maybe they could have prevented this.

Rarity was overwhelmed, between the sight of blood and trauma, let alone having to address it first hand, coupled with the graphic and vulgar descriptions from Applebloom of her these last few days, she was close to fainting.

“I—I am so sorry Applebloom” Is all she could manage, “If we knew—We--” Applebloom placed a hoof on her muzzle,

“No sense in thinkin' like that Rare, Ahm okay now—I guess. Ahm still scared though, what if they find me?”

“That isn't going to happen.” Rarity said sternly, “You are going to stay here for the night, you will be safe—I promise.” She turned to Scootaloo who was staring at her friend “Scootaloo, please, I need you to go get Twilight for me.” Scootaloo shook her head to pull her from her fixed gaze and looked at Rarity for a second, as if that would help her in recalling what she just said,

“Scootaloo,” Rarity was irritated now, “Hurry, go get Twilight I said!”

Without another word the orange filly scampered out of the boutique and through the empty streets of Ponyville, it was still in the thick of the night and Luna's moon was very bright, almost lighting the streets completely. Finally she found Twilight's tree-house and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, Spike answered.

“Scootaloo?” He said wearily, obviously he was stirred from bed like she was, “What are you doing here? Isn't it a bit la--”

“I don't have time to chat Spike!” Scootaloo startled Spike a bit by the volume of her voice, “Applebloom is really hurt and we need Twilight to come to the boutique now!” Before Spike could turn around to fetch his friend, Twilight had already shoved past him and was galloping to the boutique, Scootaloo in tow.

Twilight was sitting with Rarity on one of her “fainting sofas” which was located in the parlor room of the boutique, Applebloom was lying comfortably on an adjacent sofa, Scootaloo had gone to bed, satisfied that her friend would be in good hooves, and was also very tired from the other series of draining events that came to define today. Applebloom was still awake, passively listening to the older mares converse, her injuries weren't too critical, or damaging but they sure were pronounced, though most of the bruises had either disappeared of faded to near transparency, the cuts and gashes were still covered with bandages, and it would take some time for the stitched one to fully heal. What bothered the filly the most, and arguably, what still caused an aching feeling through her whole being what that her sister had done this to her; Applejack, the pony she trusted, loved, and coveted ad an example of honesty, work ethic, and morality, all of this now smeared and strained, the very fabric of what she considered reality was falling apart as questions continued to unearth contradictions. Her body was comforted and at ease but her mind was miles away.

“...I should have listened to Rainbow Dash,” Twilight sighed, while she knew very well that hindsight was always 20/20 and really, would anyone had suspected, even in the extremes realms of speculation and conspiracy that the two most respected workers in Ponyville, whose family had provided for this community since its inception were even capable of conceiving, let alone executing such acts of verbal and physical abuse on such a trusting, impressionable filly?

“What could we have done Twilight?” Rarity had every intention of moving out of this phase of 'what ifs' and pitying as soon as possible, if she were sucked into that mode, they'd be there for weeks;

“I—You're right, you are absolutely right. I guess we have to just be thankful it wasn't any worse...” She trailed off as she looked over at Applebloom who seem uninterested in what they were saying, the filly let out a yawn and curled up into a ball, hoping sleep would soon come her way. Both mares were silent, Twilight fidgeting some as she distracted herself with the odd figures that the lighting of the moon and the shadows it inspired made on the various ornamental pieces that defined this room. With this a thought cane to her: it wouldn't be long before AJ and Big Mac came looking for her, nopony else other then herself, Scootaloo, Rarity and Spike knew anything of this and she was certain the farm mare had every intention of keeping it that way, no matter what the cost.

“She isn't safe here.” Twilight stated dryly.

Rarity was somewhat caught off guard, “What do you mean Twilight? I am perfectly capable of taking care of he--”

“Are you perfectly capable of staving off Applejack and Big Mac? She is lucky she only faced one of them, and look at what happened! I mean no offense Rarity but—I mean, I can cast a force field spell around my home, she'll be much safer there.”

Twilight paused some, trying to think of a way to sugarcoat this back-handed assessment,

“You already have Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle, with how busy you are the last thing you need is another mouth to feed, and all the emotional attention she is going to require.”

Rarity simply nodded in understanding, verbally admitting her friend was right was out of the question but she wasn't about to push back, at least, not this time however she did have one point to throw in,

“You mentioned emotional requirements—where I am deficient in practical magic you are most certainly inferior in—dealing with such things delicately, how do you intend to deal with, you know, questions? Hard moral questions? Night terrors? I mean this kid had a near death experience at the hooves of somepony she loved! This simply isn't just going to wash over overnight, this is going to scar her for life!”

Twilight had never considered that angle until now, she knew she was more than capable of combating the surface implications, the injuries, and caring for her provisional needs but her friend had a point, she wasn't the best when it came to dealing with deep, personal afflictions—if anyone knew this it was Spike, cold calculated logistical abstracts were not really the perfect remedy for a heartbroken dragon looking for a soft shoulder to cry on.

“Fluttershy could help I'm sure...we really don't have much of a choice and right now if we expect to keep her out of harms way I'm afraid that addressing emotional baggage is going to have to wait awhile, give us enough time to get her away from this.”

Rarity simply nodded and excused herself to her room, it had been a ridiculous turn of events and she about had it with everypony and everything; between the sickness incurred witnessing and tending to Applebloom, to the heaps of stress and worry that Scootaloo created, it was enough to make anypony go mad. Twilight turned to Applebloom who still seemed either oblivious to the mare's conversation or in not much of a mood to talk, she raised her head as Twilight came to her,

“Applebloom, how about you come stay with me and Spike for a few days? I'll be able to maintain a force field around my house so nopony can hurt you—not that Rarity wouldn't do her best—I'm sure you understand.” She smiled, hoping that the filly would at least come along without hassle, and she did.

The two made their way silently out of the boutique and into the thoroughfare of Ponyville towards Twilight's residence. Once inside, Twilight hollered for Spike to prepare cocoa and cookies for the filly. In the meantime, Applebloom, watching the magical force-field take form outside, went to where Twilight was studying; initially she simply sat on her haunches and watched quietly, not focusing on anything in particular, but watching nonetheless. After some time she spoke, her normal voice intact:

“Twi?, Why do ya think she did that ta me?” Applebloom shot her head down and was fidgeting, she wanted to ask but, it felt wrong for some odd reason.

Twilight took some time to process how to answer something like this, one false word and the filly's life could plunge further into despair and confusion. She trotted to where the filly sat and sat next to her, she put a comforting hoof around her which immediately cued Applebloom so snuggle up next to her. The big, beady eyes of the filly prompted Twilight to speak:

“Well—I don't know Applebloom....I know deep down, if not now, then eventually, she will feel terrible for what she did—she loves you Applebloom, it's just not a good time right now.”

She paused for a second, disappointed by her loss of balance on the tightrope of cautious counseling.

“When ponies go through hard times—or are in a desperate situation, they do things they later regret. They aren't thinking clearly.”

“Ya think she woulda really killed me?” The filly stammered a bit.

Twilight was taken aback somewhat, Applebloom was obviously very displaced by the whole thing, and while the purple unicorn was unsure of whether her friend was capable of coldly killing her sister, it didn't happen so, it wouldn't have.

“No.”

Applebloom was quiet now, seemingly satisfied with those answers, she scooted closer so now she was wrapped in Twilight's hoof and pressed into her soft fur, it was warm and comfortable, especially on the wounds there which itched excessively. Spike, who had been eavesdropping, figured now would be a good time to bring out the snacks. He did so and the three of them ate in silence, Applebloom never leaving Twilight's side. When they finally retired to bed—it was dawn by this time—Applebloom insisted on sleeping with Twilight, and while it was a slightly awkward fit, Twilight's bed being small enough just to suit her, they managed to make it work.

The Dragon's Den

Sweetie Belle was never one to look forward to school, save the time she was able to spend with her fellow crusaders, she trotted, saddlebag slung on her side as she made her way to Ponyville's schoolhouse. As the unicorn ascended a small hill, the school and its occupants revealed itself: she could see the usual cast of characters, Diamond Tiara, Snips and Snails, Scootaloo—still no Applebloom. Sweetie had grown used to Applebloom being gone but it still summoned a slight knot in her stomach, she wondered where she was, and why she wasn't around. She made her way to Scootaloo who sat in front of the fence-line just shy of the school's entrance, she seemed oddly downtrodden looking at her hooves that were dumbly pawing the grass below, something was certainly on her mind.

“Hey Scootaloo!” Sweetie Belle began as she sat next to her friend, “what's the matter?”

Scootaloo was quiet for a moment, she looked up at Sweetie, and then wheeled around to do a scan of their surroundings. After a few minutes she signed, turned to face Sweetie again.

“Can we go over there and talk?” Scootaloo said quietly, gesturing a hoof to an enclave in between some high shrubbery behind the school, nice and private. “It's—was a rough night last night.”

Sweetie immediately followed her friend, a concerned look on her face. She had seen Scootaloo upset, and was pretty much considered a motherly figure in the regard that Scoots would confide and seek guidance and comfort from only her, even as the pegasus was comfortable with Rarity, it just wasn't the same. Besides, this news affected Sweetie Belle just as much as it did her, and frankly, the last thing she needed was Diamond Tiara making noise about it.

They climbed under the shrubs and into the small but secluded clearing, litter and love notes, as well as a recently discarded beer bottle were found up against the cement foundation of the schoolhouse. Scootaloo was silent initially, Sweetie realized she had to coax this out of her.

“What's wrong Scootaloo?” Sweetie asked, head cocked and face set in a concerned fashion.

The feathered filly opened her mouth to speak but retracted the effort. She was trembling some now, subtly but noticeable. Sweetie instinctively scooped her into a hug, Scootaloo had grown tired of being a sobby little cry baby, and indeed she kept that impulsion in check, she did let out a few sniffles though as the emotions crept up.

“Applebloom is really hurt.” Scootaloo began, voice normal, albeit a bit less raspy. “She came to the boutique late last night and----it was awful, she had bruises amd cuts and was—very hurt.”

Sweetie Belle tensed up some and was shaking herself, her voice cracked and shook,

“I—is she okay?”

“Yeah—well – kinda” Scootaloo continued, pulling from Sweetie's embrace and staring at her friend.

“She's with Twilight now, Rarity told me she has a force field around her house so AppleJack or Big Mac can't get her.”

Sweetie was still a bit confused. “Wait—her own brother and sister did that to her? Why?!” That last one was a bit louder then she intended, she darted a look around to make sure nopony heard her. Contempt nopony did, she listened further.

“Applebloom said they were being mean to her after their grandma died—Granny Smith—they were calling her names and being bullies. She tried to leave the house and Apple Jack attacked her and I guess threatened to kill her if she tried to leave.”

Sweetie Belle's mouth fell agape, her memories of AppleJack were scarce, her older sister wasn't too fond of her etiquette, and she spoke with a funny accent like Applebloom. One memory that stuck out though and played in her head as she put the story together was the Sisterhooves Social only a few months ago: Sweetie and Rarity had been feuding, Sweetie felt her sister didn't love her. Applebloom had suggested they participate in the Social, Sweetie refused until finally realizing that, through seeing how AJ and Applebloom worked together and got along, all sisters have their moments of disagreement and disappointment. She had a grand time, especially when she learned Rarity violated ever dictate of her code of conduct just to have fun with her and see her happy. The same AppleJack that encouraged Sweetie and her own sister to make amends and learn to love one another despite their contrasts and conflicts was now responsible for imprisoning and attempting to murder her own baby sister? It hurt her head thinking about it.

Scootaloo only watched her friend enter the same state of disbelief as she did the night before.

“Can we go see her after school?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“I don't see why not.” Scootaloo said, “Your sister is super-busy again so she wants me to be out and about anyway.”

Sweetie Belle chuckled some, she knew exactly how that conversation went, word for word. Her smile faded again though as her mind traveled back to the present. The school bell and the faint hollering of Cheerilee jarred them from their peaceful acquaintance and drew them into the schoolhouse.

Meanwhile on the other side of town, Spike was finishing the dusting of the first floor of the Ponyville Library. Applebloom had busied herself with a book about zebras and witchcraft, Twilight had gone to fetch some food and playthings for her temporary guest. Spike finally climbed down the ladder and put away his cleaning tools, he then proceeded to sit on the stairs leading to their bedroom and longingly looked at the red-maned filly in the center of the room. Spike had come to admire the fame-filly after quiet a few adventures together, and while he didn't think of her liked he did Rarity, it was certainly close. He got up and went to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to see what was inside. It had been a long day already, he decided to relax with what appears to be a petite bottle of juice, Unknown to him, this was actually an alcoholic beverage. Twilight had meant to return them to Rarity who was kind enough to give her some for her recent studies which had been anything but relaxing, also, Rainbow had suggested that she “lighten up” if she was expected to be taken seriously—at least by her. Spike chugged the entire drink and discarded the bottle in the trash, he then went to the basement to do some much needed organizing. After awhile he began to feel a little heavy in the head. As he finished his duties he came across a picture of the mane six, smiling and happy—it must've been some time ago. He focused on Rarity—she never payed attention to him like he wanted—Twilight always treated him like a child—he wasn't a baby, he was s dragon some pony out there loves him, he just has to get them to say it, A small thought entered his mind, why was he thinking about this right now and why did it seem....so painful? He put the picture down and a wicked smile crept on his face . Applebloom likes him—she just doesn't know how to say it. Spike mused about the filly, his memories of her simply trotting around town were transformed and amplified in his intoxicated mind, resembling more of a slow motion scene from a romance film, all the light in the world shined on the filly's cream coat, she glowed, her mane, her bow, everything was so amazing about her. She was a goddess in Spikes mind, they were alone now, it was time to make his dreams come true.

Applebloom had put the book away and was now examining the kitchen herself, her stomach growled, Twilight was supposed to have come back some time ago and have Spike make sandwiches. She grumbled, where was that dragon anyway? Her question was answered as his voice slowly swept from the other side of the house,

“Applebloom?” he said in a sing-song voice. “pssssssst! Come here, I want to show you something really neat I found!”

“Ahm hopin' its food.” Applebloom said dryly as she trotted in the direction of his voice, she was excited though as any filly, something neat, in a room she'd never been in before. She finally saw the door to the basement open, a purple clawed hand beckoning her to come. She made her way to and down the stairs. Spike had gone already was was waiting for her near a messy pile of books and picture frames, a sincere smile on his face now.

“Hiya Spike, ah was lookin' fer ya—what'd ya find?” The filly was slightly nervous for some reason. The room seemed dimly lit and the dragon seemed awfully happy. She shook it off and trotted next to him.

“There.” Spike pointed toward the pile of books, behind it was blackness, whether this was a room or just a poorly lit part of the wall she couldn't tell. She initially skimmed the books and then looked back at Spike somewhat confused.

“Ah see some books—and that's it.”

“Look closer, at the wall” Spike mused.

“Why don't ya get a flashlight? It's awful dark over here and ah can't see that well.” The filly strained her eyes and bent forward some to look closely at the way, she squealed as the suddenly was pinned to the wall and a dragon had started kissing her.

“Hey!” Apple Boom was startled and stumbled on her words, “S-stop it Spike!”

The dragon didn't listen, he had his arms around the filly as he looked at her longingly.

“Don't you love me Applebloom you beautiful, beautiful girl?” The dragon crawled onto her back and was stroking her with his claws. The filly winced and tried to buck him off, she didn't want this, not at all. The dragon then dug one of his claws into her side, a slight hint of anger and annoyance crept into his voice, his hot, smelly breath emminated a smell all too familiar to the filly, it reminded her of her sister on that horrible night, though she was frozen this time, confused, scared, but feeling completely helpless. She flinched as the dragon's sick paw stroked her flank and tail.

“You really need to be a good girl Applebloom, you can be naughty all you like but—but--” the drunk, scaly pervert found it hard to string words together at this point, “you need to be a good girl too.” he kissed her on the cheek, tears were starting to form on the filly's face. She did nothing as the dragon hopped down from his previous perch and he now forced the filly down own her back, she was shaking now, crying, somepony else she trusted was going to hurt her, she wasn't sure how, all she knew is she didn't want this, she wanted him to snap out of it and go away.

Spike crawled onto her stomach, he didn't do what his frantic instinctual impulses demanded he do, he figured his goddess would panic and escape, he didn't want that. Instead, her simply lie on top of her face to face, kissing her again, this time forcing one on her mouth, she turned her head and tried to avoid him but his claws pulled her back towards him.

“Please Spike! Stop! I don--” her muzzle was silenced as a paw went over her face,

“Shhhh,” said the dragon, “you do want this, and I want you, and now I'm going to show you how much I love you—you beautiful girl.”

Applebloom was scared, but she had a thought—she was bigger than he was, she could most certainly put this punk our of her misery and that's just what she was about to do, she just had to wait. As the dragon slid to where he was sitting on her tail, she went for it. Both of he back hooves knocked the dragon clear into the wall with a loud slam. She scampered up, still shaking madly, not wasting any time she bolted up the stairs. She slammed the door shut and looked for a way to block it shut, she managed to find a few chairs and pushed them in such a way that the handle of the door would not move. She ran for the door leading outside, just as the was to open it, it flew open, knocking her on her haunches.

“Oh my gosh Applebloom I'm so sorry!” Twilight gasped as she dropped her bags and went to the injured filly, she noticed some claw marks, the way this filly clung to her and was sobbing uncontrollably couldn't be from the door alone.

“P-pla-please Twilight! Don't let him out!--don't let him out!” The filly pleaded as she wrapped tightly around Twilight.

“Wh-what do you mean Applebloom? What are you talking about?” Twilight began to panic...was it a monster? A thief? What in Equestria was going on? Instinctively, she called for her assistant.

“Spike?--Spike!” she hollered, just then the trembling hooves shook even more and an ear piercing wail came from behind her.

“NO TWILIGHT P-LEASE NO!” Applebloom was screaming now, she was growing ill, she vomited in her mouth some, she was horrified, violated, and scared for her life.

“Applebloom!” Twilight was certainly scared now, She cradled the filly in her hooves, “What happened? What's wrong? What did--” the thought hit her—Spike did something, she wasn't sure what but she knew that at least. A lump formed in her throat, whatever her did, it was awful. “What did he do to you?”

“He--” the filly stammered between hysterical fits, “Ah—Ah don' know!”

She piece by piece, as her state of mind would allow, recited the events, her naivety was clear in her description of it all and for that Twilight was relieved, had she known his intentions, this likely would have been much worse, however, an unfathomable wash of rage took hold in the unicorn, she gently put the filly back down.

“Wait out here.” Twilight said coldly, “I'll deal with him.”

Applebloom watched as the door shut. Through her hazy vision she could see the semi-transparent pink tint of the force-field that sat just in front of the mailbox, it's massive dome shape arched high above the tree-house. She plopped down onto her stomach and buried her face into her hooves and cried. She felt used, useless, and a myriad of other horrid things, why was everypony trying to hurt her? Who would it be next? Her friends? She didn't want to know.

Twilight used her magic to simply incinerate the chairs and door that stood between her and a dragon that was about to have his ass handed. She found her assistant, passed out against a wall in the basement. She could see clearly where it all went down, she was sick, literally ill as Applebloom's descriptions now played out in a sadistic, horrific vision that seemed to appear as if a holographic recording was being presented. She marched toward the dragon, grabbed his tail with her mouth and dragged it up the stairs and into the main room.

This dragon was about to have a very rude awakening.

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle made their way out of the schoolhouse and towards Twilight's Library. They noticed the force-field, and then they noticed their friend, face still covered and heaving sine vomit could be seem as well. They rushed to wards the giant bubble and stared shocked for a moment before Scootaloo attempted to penetrate the wall, only to be zapped and thrown back like a rag doll.

“Ow!” the pegasus groaned. It got Applebloom's attention. She shot up and looked at her friends, bags under her eyes which were bloodshot and shown the look of pain and betrayal. It was Sweetie Belle's turn to take a trip backwards as she tried to push inside. She then used her limited skill of magic, and while it started a small fire she had to stamp out, it did nothing else.

“Applebloom!” Scootaloo shouted, thinking that this wall was a sound barrier as well. “How do we get in?!”

“AH—don't know girls. AH don't know, Ah don't know--” her voice trailed off, she felt guilty for some reason, she wanted to see them so badly, she wanted a hug, but even she didn't have the means to go through the force-field and so she sat as close to the perimeter as she could, her friends did as well.

“Spike attacked me.” Applebloom mumbled as new tears manifested, “He had the same awful breath AppleJack did an—he tried to hurt me, he was kissin' me and being all weird—AH asked him to stop and--” she stopped, the lump in her throat prohibiting any more from being said.

Sweetie Belle was unaware of what she was hearing but Scootaloo knew very well what the dragon did to her, she was furious and apparently had forgotten about the force-field.

“That son-of-a-bitch!” Scootaloo screamed as she was sent backwards again, “The minute I get my hooves on that stupid dragon he is DEAD!”

“Twilight told me to stay out here.” Applebloom continued, “Ahm tired of being--” she choked up as her friends looked pityingly at her, at a loss as of what to do. “Ah want someone who—won't hurt me.” she whisped, head sunk low, ears flat. She put her hoof to the bubble, it wasn't rejected. The other filly did the same and were shocked to find that worked for them too, they couldn't go through but they could touch it as if it were a glass pane. Silence ruled for very long time.

Spike was suddenly awakens by a cold splash of water, the alcohol out of him now (much to Twilight's further dismay as she cleaned it up) he had no memory of what had happened. Twilight did though, and he was going to know it.

“So you're awake huh?” Sneered Twilight, a look of disgust on her face. “Of all the things I thought you would do this, this wasn't it!” Twilight was fuming, Spike knew this was serious.

“What did I--” was all he could let out before a powerful hoof clocked him in the jaw, sending him on his back.

“You sick piece of shit! I-I can't believe you would be so brazen as to try to take advantage of her like that! She's a filly you monster!” An aura of purple surrounded the dragon and he was sent sailing into a shelf of books. Blood now started to trickle down over his eyes, pain was everywhere, he tried to open his mouth but couldn't, somehow Twilight cast a spell to make him unable to use it, he knew how, but for some reason the commands from his brain to speak misfired and produced nothing. He looked up at his mentor, the same look of hared in her eyes.

“You are going to pay for this Spike, I swear to Luna you will pay for what you did to her.” She turned around and bucked him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him and cracking some of his back spines, some splinters from the shelf pushed into his skin as well, his eyed widened in pain. He still had no idea who she was talking about until it hit him, the one memory he did have prior to blacking out. He was scared now, he knew exactly who she was talking about. He wanted to tell her he had no idea, he would have never done it, he drank something funny and he couldn't remember a thing shortly after, it was all a big mistake, he felt awful but again, he was unable to speak. If Twilight kept this up he would certainly be crippled, if not dead, there was one thing he could still do, his fire breath was still operable, when Twilight charged at him again he frantically sent a distress signal, a specially encoded magical message that only Canterlot royally could decode and detect. He sent it to the princess. He was now on the other side of the Library, a magical ascent, followed by another buck sent him there, her was in serious pain, unable to move. He was facing the wall and frankly, he was fine with that, the less he needed to see the hare in her eyes, the less painful this would be. As he braced for another attack, a bright light overwhelmed his sense and a booming voice brought a splash of relief.

“Twilight Sparkle!” Princess Celestia boomed. She was clearly upset and had seen most of this assault.

“Princess! Spike--” Twilight was desperate to have this dragon banished.

“Silence!” Demanded the Princess, “You have violated one of the most sacred rules as my student--”

“Princess! You have to listen to me please! Spike--” Twilight was scared by her lack of usual warmth and patience.

“Enough!” The princess was clearly angry now. “One more outburst and I will subject you to a less than linnet punishment. Your treatment of Spike is unacceptable, I don't know what has gotten into you but I will not have one of Equestria's dragons being abused like this!”

The Princess paused, anticipating a frantic response, Twilight had given up however, head low and ears flat.

“Now please, explain your reasoning for such malevolence.” The Princess attempted to calm herself some.

“Your highness—Spike has done a very horrible thing, he took advantage of a filly and attempted to have his way with her. I wasn't simply going to let him do that!”

“Did you witness the act?”

“No Princess, I was away at the--”

“Until I have sufficient proof that such an act occurred, I am not going to pass judgment. I trust you Twilight but I cannot persecute this dragon based on hearsay, that is unjust and immoral--”

“She's outside! I can go get her ri—”

“Twilight.” The princess patience was waring thin. “Spike is a baby dragon, he is the equivalent of a filly in our species, I doubt he would do any such thing. You read into things far too much”

“But--”

“I will address this some other time, for the time being I am taking Spike with me. I have a very important meeting to attend and so I must go now.” The princess enveloped Spike in an aura and levitated him above her head. “This is not how we treat of fellow ponies, or dragons. If somepony has done an act of immorally, you do not respond with an immoral act yourself. “

With that, the princess once again dissipated in a brilliant display of light, Spike went along with her.

Twilight sad on her haunches, silent. She stared blankly into space, her thoughts racing now. Spike had done something awful, was she to blame? Where did she go wrong in raising the dragon to encourage such rancid thoughts? Spike. The dragon she hatched, promised to care for and protect. She never envisioned the day where her endgame would be to end the very life she brought into the world, she was her child in a way—her baby—Applebloom. She snapped from her barrage of “what ifs” and remembered that Applebloom was still outside/ She scurried out the door to find Applebloom sitting, staring down at her hooves. On the opposite side of the force-field were the other two crusaders. Bored. Scootaloo lay on he back, hooves behind her head and staring up into the sky, Sweetie Belle lay on her tummy, a bored look on her face, a small grove in the ground indicated she had been pacing—no—scooting back and forth for mote than awhile.

Twilight knew as soon as she parted the field, the crusaders would smother her endlessly, she took some time to walk up to Applebloom who was startled by her sudden company. Twilight placed a soft hood of the filly's shoulder, tears escaping the unicorn's eyes,

“Applebloom--” her voice trailed off and she found it hard to speak, “I—I'm so sorry. That should have never happened.--I failed—I failed you.”

Applebloom simply looked up at her, a flat look on her face. “It's alright Twi, did ya give him what for an how come?”

Twilight smiled some, she was soldiering through this pretty well. “Yeah, I beat the shi—stuffing out of him.”

Applebloom let out a bit of a chuckle, both their smiles faded though. Applebloom looked over to her friends and back at Twilight. The pleading look in her eyes was enough to know she wanted them to come in. Twilight's horn glowed brilliantly as a small gap parted in the field, enough fro the two fillies to run through, in an instant they had Applebloom trapped in a group hug, Scootaloo being especially embracing.

“Well girls,” Twilight was going to make this a pleasant evening for Applebloom, this filly had been through more than most ponies could handle in a lifetime, “does hot chocolate and cupcakes sound good to you?”

“YEAH!” The three fillies seemed to forget for a moment the travesty that brought them here and they rushed into the tree-house, bouncing in anticipation.

Ministry Of Harmony

Throughout the evening the events of the last few days were discussed, explained, and questioned, however the majority of the time was spent playing board games, mindless fun, and a wide assortment of treats, Needless to say, everypony was in a rather spirited mood. Remarkable considering it all.

Rainbow Dash had now joined them. Rainbow had only intended to quickly check out a book. However, the lure of some relaxed, wholesome fun was too much for her after a very stressful day.

Following the incident with Spike, courtesy also of some much needed explanation and an untold precession of hugs and tissue, Applebloom's altercation with her sister seemed pathetic, still, nopony was willing to leave Applebloom alone or out of sight, the filly had had enough trouble and didn't need anymore. The crusaders were happily playing on the balcony of the tree-house, various books and toys scattered about Twilight's bedroom. The older mares were downstairs in the main room. Rainbow Dash took this as an opportunity to probe Twilight on a promise that everypony but Rainbow Dash had forgotten:

“So...” The Rainbow-maned pegasus began, “Remember that promise you made about those papers I got for ya?”

Twilight glanced over at her bedroom door. It was closed and she could hear all three fillies babbling on about something.

“Alright, Rainbow. Same condition as last time: nopony but me can hear about this, understand?”

The mare nodded and followed her to her desk. Twilight made one last glance to the door to make sure the fillies were occupied and away.

“Now,” she began, shuffling the papers in order, “none of what I am about to share with you has been verified or confirmed so, take it with a grain of salt.”

Seeing that her friend was still interested, she cleared her throat and began:

“You remember the history of Equestria, how there was discord and disharmony among Earth Ponies, Pegasus, and Unicorns? And how following an age of discord, the extermination of the Alicorn civilization, the war between Order and Chaos, the three remaining three predominant races became more integrated following the return of Luna and Celestia, thus leading to modern history?

“Yeah....Sorta. So, after Discord and the Fae took over, Luna and Celestia survived and kicked their flanks and....yeah I think so.” Rainbow didn't quite know the meat of the story but that synopsis was enough to bring forth what she did.

“Well, if these stories I have here are true, then all of that is completely false.” Twilight had a very affirmative look on her face, twitching some. There was no going back now.

“So....the princess is a liar?”--What do you mean it's all wrong?” Much to Twilight's relief, Rainbow was surprisingly accepting of at least considering the idea. Though there was more to be explained.

“Well—yes. I'm finding it hard to believe myself! I mean, I was practically raised by Princess Celestia! I regard her as my best friend, mentor—it's hard for me to believe too.”

“So if it is all a bunch of fluff then....what really happened?”

“Well, according to this, or at least what I've obtained thus far, the Age Of Discord was more prosperous and peaceful than we've been lead to believe. According to this, all the races, from Allicorns to Earth Ponies lived in harmony in a massive megalopolis, where Manehatten sits today. They had advanced technology beyond our imagination, they somehow harnessed the power of electricity for lighting, electric powered trains and carriages that didn't need stallions or magic; their homes were made of granite and something called 'steel', with all sorts of strange amenities. Their food was grown without the need of Earth Ponies, it was all produced and shipped to massive markets where machines would sell it to them.”

“This is....kinda crazy Twi. Not gonna lie here.”

“I know but just bear with me here: the weather in those times was like the Everfree forest, it was unpredictable and uncontrolled. It says pegasus didn't even have the means to alter the weather in any way. Cutie marks didn't exist either.”

“Okay okay, get to the good stuff.” Rainbow was growing bored. “What about the war of Chaos and Order?”

“Alright, well I'm not sure of all of it but based on what I have it states that all the magic of the world was located on a large floating city ruled by alicorns, which were a genetic mutation of sorts, brought on by—inbreeding.” The unicorn stuck our her tongue in disgust. “The alicorns never traveled to the surface and the surface ponies never traveled there either. A massive force-field protected the alicorns. Until one day when the unicorns below, coupled with Earth Pony and Pegasus scientists learned how to possibly break the force-field. They knew of the magic above through folk lore and urban legends and wanted to capture and use it for themselves. They constructed this machine--”

Rainbow let out a loud yawn, a look of absolute boredom now apparent.

“I'm getting there!” Twilight was annoyed.

“Anyway, the had this machine, called a--” she shuffled through some notes until she found the one she was looking for, “An Ariel, a ship capable of carrying many ponies at once with a tool capable of destroying the alicorns force-field. Just as they were preparing to finish this machine, the alicorns, anticipating their arrival, took control of the weather over the city and created a massive rainstorm which induced flooding. They produced horrific other disasters which lead to the ponies unable to grow food and most of their machines destroyed; there was massive hunger and homelessness. The Ariel was sent to the alicorn island with a team of soldiers and diplomats from below to negotiate a truce.”

Twilight paused for a second, sorting some things out, noticing that the door was still closed, she assumed the fillies were still inside. Rainbow was sitting now, eyes wide with anticipation.

“They managed to break the force-field and enter the alicorns kingdom....” Twilight paused. This is the part of the story that still opened a black hole of denial and disbelief in her mind.

“Then?” Rainbow was bouncing much as a filly would. Excited no less.

“The alicorns responded with force. They destroyed the ship, killing all who were inside, they sent it crashing into the ground, causing massive damage to the already weakened city. Many ponies fled into the wilderness where they perished of starvation most likely. The remaining ponies used whatever they could to attack the alicorns who now descended into the city and were destroying it and killing whoever stood in their way. The leader of the alicorns, whose name isn't mentioned here, ordered that a filly from each race be abducted and taken to a new, uninhabited location of Equestria to be raised by alicorns and bred into subordinate citizens. The remainder of the city was eviscerated and sunk into the ocean. The alicorns lowered their city slightly above where it sat and founded the initial capital of Equestria--”

“So wait....where is Discord in all of this?”
“Well, apparently Discord was a dragon. The dragons were summoned all throughout Equestria to finish off the remainder of the ponies from the Old Equestria. They initially showed some of the more valiant and acclaimed dragons how to use magic. However, the dragons learned of what the alicorns had done and feared for their own future. They put up a rather short-lived and fruitless revolt, lead by Discord. They encased him in stone for all the dragons to see prior to their demise. They released a small portion of baby dragons into remote wilderness where they continue to live to this day.”

“Oh....this is really, really intense. All that in those few pages?”

“Well...no. I managed to find an old book in the basement that was allegedly penned as fiction, it's really old. However, there are references and other things relating to it in these pages, which is how most of this began to make sense anyway.”

Rainbow nodded. She sat silent again, awaiting further details.

“We now reach the modern age and starts to correlate with some of what we've been taught: the three races, still in a remote end of Equestria, headed east in search of food and fresh water, they had drained their supply and corrupted the soil of the old land. What they found is where Canterlot sits today. Their Cornwallis leader established the city, according to this that leader is Princess Celestia. Luna lived on the eastern shore, where the Old Pony Megalopolis was, the two leaders declared themselves Eternal Princesses and overthrew the parliamentary monarchy that had ruled the alicorns for years, using the magic they acquired to make themselves immortal. The remaining alicorns perished as well though the specificities of this I have yet to find...one of the many things missing. Regardless, the unicorns were given Cloudsdale as sort of a 'gag order', and after a century following these events, we have the founding of Ponyville, and...that's pretty much it. “

Rainbow was silent. Mouth agape, she wasn't to the point of accepting it as fact, after all even Twilight was skeptical of it all. It seemed so sensational and so....contrasted to what they had been told their whole lives. It was a lot to take in, that realization was clear on both of their faces.

“I wanna hear the part about the war again!” Both mares were startled. They had no idea the crusaders had been there. Listening almost the entire time. Scootaloo however, was more than pleased by the looks on their faces.

“G-Girls!” Twilight was mortified, nopony was supposed to know about this...especially them.

“So...the princess is evil then?” Applebloom asked, genuinely curious.

“W-well...” Twilight was in panic mode. There was no way these fillies were going to forget it, and no way they were going to let her lie to them too.

“Maybe—But we don't know if this is true or not. For all we know this could be just silly fiction.”

“Then why can't we tell anypony?” Sweetie Belle was somewhat confused by Twilight's repeated insistence that this be kept secret.

“Yeah!” Scootaloo stood up now, a determined look on her face. “If Celestia really did do that then we should—uh....we should....do something!”

“Take back the magic and bring peace to all of Ponykind!” Sweetie Belle knew where her friend was headed, and liked the sounds of it. Twilight stood there, unsure of what to do or say.

“Yeah! We could have Sweet Apple Cider for everypony with one of them fancy machines ah reckon!” Applebloom mused.

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS FREEDOM FIGHTERS—YAY!”

“Girls, Girls!” Twilight was worried now. “N-No! We will be doing no such thing!--a—and nopony is going to hear about this!”

“They kinda have a point Twilight...” Rainbow Dash was silent until now, the declarations of the crusaders helped simplify the sum of this story for her. “I mean this is all pretty messed up, and honestly, the idea that my hometown, everything I know and love is just some—some appeasement?”

“Again, girls, and Rainbow too, we have to approach this as literature, fictional ponytales--” Twilight backed into her desk, she felt threatened by the foursome who seemed now dead set on overthrowing the monarchy, and in her mind, ushering in an era of chaos and turmoil.

“I just have one question.” Rainbow asked, Twilight looked eager to get them out of her mane. “Why did Luna become Nightmare Moon and try to bring eternal night? By the sounds of it she should be pretty happy.”

Twilight sighed. There was no use now, they all knew it and heard everything. “Well, whenever this was written it was clearly before Nightmare Moon's banishment. It ends shortly before she is banished to the moon, it states at the end that there was a feud between the Eternal Princesses, the least liked, I would presume Luna as they refer to her as: 'Bringer of the Night', had plunged Equestria into perpetual darkness. The writer writes this in such a manner one would gather her or she didn't think they had much time to spare...That is it. I promise. And please--”

“Don't tell anypony else.” The crusader groaned in unison. “We know.”

“Good.” Twilight wasn't too happy about any of this but she figured given all that has happened lately they wouldn't be in much of a trouble making mood....or at least she hoped, for her own sake more than anything. After what happened with Spike, she did not need rumors swirling about that she was an 'extremist' or some other damming accusation.

“Now if you'll excuse me, I actually have to get some sleep. The princess wishes to see me in Canterlot tomorrow to—deal with some personal things. Rainbow would you care to take them home? Applebloom can stay with Rarity.”

“But!--” Applebloom wasn't too sure about leaving her safe place.

“Applebloom you will be fine. Rarity is a very feisty unicorn when she wants to be.” She obviously thought otherwise, AJ and Big Mac would most certainly decimate her without a second thought, but the idea of being subjected to more inquiry from a stubborn filly was something she didn't want on the eve of such a stressful trip.

“You can say that again.” Sweetie Belle groaned. “But, we get to have a sleep-over!”

“YAY!” The crusaders happily bounced along behind Rainbow Dash as they left the library. Applebloom sticking by Rainbow's side.

Once they were gone. Twilight let out a massive sigh. Tonight was inconvenient. Tomorrow? She was worried to find out.

Equestrian Inquisition

The train ride was agonizing for Twilight. A million thoughts raced through her head at a million miles, “Have the fillies kept their word? Or will I be greeted back home with pitch forks and torches, worse yet, Celestia will have heard by the time of my arrival?”, “What of these stories are correct? What if my whole life, my whole purpose was all based upon wretched lies?”....”Of all the ponies I would loved to be with right now, it's the one I hurt—based on hearsay! What have I become?”

She pondered these troubling questions, distracting herself from the commotion around her. When she finally could see Canterlot as the train began to slow, her heart sank and her stomach churned. It felt different for some reason. Part of her was trying to squash the seemingly absurd conspiracy theories she had so recently obsessed over, and the other was fidgeting about her head, throwing question upon question at her uneasy mind at a relentless pace. Sweat could be seen collecting at the base of her mane. She made her way through the streets, simply waving to the guards as she made her way to Canterlot Castle.

The halls seemed hollow, the ceilings seemed higher, the whole journey from the main doors to Celstia's throne room seemed so long and so imposing, the unicorn's heart pounding faster still as she approached the door.

“You may enter now Ms Sparkle,” one of the guards addressed in a husky voice, “Her highness wishes to speak to you.”

Twilight found it incredibly difficult to push the door open, her hoof trembled wildly, a lump shot up in her throat and she found it difficult to breathe. She made her way into the throne room where Celestia awaited. It was dimly lit, windows shuttered. The only real source of light were fair sized torches that lined the sides of the room. Celestia sat on her throne, an unreadable look on her face. Spike was not there. This couldn't be good.

“Twilight.” She began, passing the formal introductions, her voice flat, another bad sign. “I have taken some time to asses our—recent incident. I have reviewed it with the royal council and we have reached a verdict.”

She paused for a moment, unsure herself if she wanted to do this. She had to, she commuted to the decision of the council upon hearing Spike's plea (a complete lie). They were all overcome and blinded by emotion, there decision was made without the consent of the accused.

“The council demanded banishment, what you did was unacceptable Twilight. It would be one thing if this were somepony else--” The princess acquired a hint of anger as her voice started to rise, disappointment building. “He was your child Twilight....you had a duty—no, an obligation to care for him! Not only did you fail, not only did you cause immeasurable emotional and physical harm to such a helpless and dependent baby dragon—You lied. You lied to me Twilight, my most faithful student has become a heartless, cold, liar.”

Every impulse in her brain was demanding she object, make her case known, plead for a hearing, have her voice heard. She could get Applebloom here. She had it all planned out. However, her heart and her body were paralyzed, brought on by the stinging, painful words.

“All of this considered, I do not have the heart to banish you, you have done immeasurable good for the ponies of Equestria, however, this cannot go unpunished. I was able to negotiate something all parties, including the victim found appropriate.”

Celstia's horn began to shimmer, only slightly as she stood up and took a few paces forward.

“The council has ordered that you be stripped of your magic and your contributions to Equestria erased. “She choked up on the last bit, all the memories together, the defeat of Discord, Nightmare Moon, and a host of others. This was going to hurt her more than anypony, this decision was going to haunt her conscience forever.

“From my heart, I do not wish to do this Twilight, all things considered I wish we could hear your side, I insisted we have a fair trial, the emotion was too strong, including myself. It only took the calls of blasphemy, among other things. From my mind however, it is my duty to maintain law, order, harmony in this land. A violent act such as this, regardless of it's cause is immoral and inexcusable.”

Twilight bowed her head. The last internal assertion to counter, to deny this fallacy was silenced by the knowledge that her punishment could have been and could be much worse. “I understand.”

Celestia stalled one last time, a small tear escaped her eye as her horn began to glow brilliantly now.

“I, Princess Celestia, hereby declare Twilight Sparkle, to be defaced from the articles of history, to be stripped of her magical power, and to be dejected from her title as the 'Element of Magic'.”

As she said this, Twilight's horn began to glow, the same spark that once initiated the bondage and release of the great power that was summoned by the Elements Of Harmony. She could feel her horn, it grew cold and felt heavier than normal, her mane frayed some, and she felt a tinge of emptiness inside her being.

When it was all said and done she had collapsed. She felt drained, weak, and powerless. She barley noticed the guards who escorted her out rather briskly, she didn't seem to take much account of how she was herded onto the train bound for Ponyville, she cared not for the sights or sounds that composed the ride home. She felt nothing now, nothing but pain.

The crusaders sat in Scootaloo's room, busying themselves with a variety of board games and books. They had promised Twilight they wouldn't speak to anypony about what they had heard, thought she hadn't explicitly forbade them from discussing it amongst themselves. Or so they assumed.

“Ah wonder what kind a cutie marks we'd get fer saving Equestria!” Applebloom pondered aloud,

“I'm sure mine would be something awesome! Like maybe a sword and shield, symbol of the fearless filly who would topple the empire and bring peace to all--”

“Wait a minute! How come you get a cool cutie mark and we don't?” Sweetie Belle interjected.

“Come one Sweetie Belle, let's face it.” Scootaloo snorted, “You're not really much of a fighter—or really anything. You'd just cower in the corner while I kick flank and save the day!” Scootaloo wasn't really thinking, the splendor of envisioned glory taking pace ahead of consideration at the moment.

“I am too—a fighter!” Sweetie Belle wasn't sure how to prove this but she wasn't one to be pushed around, by her niece no less.

“Ah think Scoot's got a point Sweetie Belle.” Applebloom stated matter of fact, “Ya ain't never been much of a brave filly, ya don't like gettin' dirty, or hurt, or anythin' that isn't fluffy an' boring.”

Sweetie Belle's heart sank, here she was being downsized by her two best friends. Her ears fell flat as she pondered a defense,

“Yeah and you're not really one to come up with any cool ideas,” Scootaloo added, “It's always me and Applebloom that have to come up with the cool stuff. We want awesome cutie marks not lame girly ones.”

Sweetie Belle again was saddened, why were her friends doing this? They teased her every now and again and she could take it but this felt different.

“I am too tough!” Sweetie Belle thought out loud. A mistake.

“Oh yeah?” Scootaloo glared at her, “Prove it.”

Sweetie Belle darted her eyes around, she needed something to attack, something that she could take out her pent up anger on. Then she saw it. It had a purple mane, an orange coat, tiny wings, and a stupid smirk plastered on its face.

She pounced on the feathered filly, bringing her to the ground, swinging wildly, missing half the time, and hitting the other, her hooves equated to rabbit paws in Scootaloo's mind, the only hurting she endured was from fits of laughter as the whit filly giving it her all—which wasn't much.

Sweetie Belle was flung on her back, Scootaloo was on top of her now looking down with that same smirk, her mouth deforming as bursts of uncontrollable laughter threatened to bust her muzzle open. The pinned white filly began to cry, this was humiliating. Scootaloo was supposed to be her friend—no, family. Family didn't do this to each-other, but she figured she did have one advantage on the orange filly who was living it up with her facade of power and dominance.

Applebloom sat and watched, unsure of whether to stop this whole thing or stick out till the end. In pursuit of entertainment, she chose the later.

“Look at you, acting all big and strong Scootaloo.” Hissed Sweetie Belle through tears, “Y-You think you're so tough now huh? How many times have I had to coddle you like a baby because you couldn't handle being lonely! You needed me, you couldn't last a night without me! You act all powerful now, it's all a joke, you were scared of my sister!--Rarity! It took Auntie Sweetie Belle cuddling you like a whiny little foal for you to even think straight!--”

Scootaloo got off her friend and backed up, she was stunned. All her secrets were pouring out, her dirty laundry was being shown in all their glory. Sweetie Belle's chest swelled with pride as she stood up and smiled,

“You're gonna be in big trouble Scootaloo.” Sweetie hissed. “When I tell Rarity what you did, she's gonna let me take all your toys, and then you're gonna be grounded!”

Part of Sweetie was slightly shocked at this nagging, assertive side of her, the other was damn proud of herself. She was finally sticking up for herself and putting Scootaloo in her place.

Scootaloo's gaze of disbelief became a glare of anger. Sweetie had gone too far, making out for a foal was one thing, but going so far as to get her in trouble over nothing? Talking down to her? She wasn't going to take it, and Sweetie Belle wasn't saying anymore.

The filly leapt at Sweetie with all her might and had her on her back again, this time though her hooves were anything but at her side, they were bombarding Sweetie Belle's face, one of her forehooves jabbed into the unicorn's stomach. She pulled her up by the name and winded the unicorn who stumbled back into Scootaloo's bed-frame. Blood was trickling from the fillies nose as her attacker approached for another swing.

“Scoots! Stop!” Applebloom dared not move but she feared her friend was out of control, she had snapped.

The assault continued, Sweetie Belle held her hooves in front of her face as Scootaloo continued to beat her. The pegasus eventually grew tired of the punching bag and converted it to a rag doll, holding the feeble filly by her forehooves and spinning around before tossing her into a pile of toys on the other side of the room.

Scootaloo didn't have a chance to pounce again, a large white hoof stood in her way, Said hoof belonged to a very, very upset unicorn.

“Scootaloo!” Rarity growled, she had seen the last bit, she had seen the blood on her sister's face and was this close to knocking the orange filly unconsciousness.

“That is enough! What in Equestria would justify you—hurting my sister! After all she has done for you! There is simply no excuse for this young lady!”

Scootaloo sat on her haunches, she kept her head low as the high came down and she began to realize what she just did. Behind the fuming mare was a bleeding, defenseless filly, tears freely flowing down her white coat as she lay in the mess, sobbing fiercely,

“You so much as move and you are out of this house do you understand?!” Rarity roared as she went to tend to her sister, she whisked her away to to washroom, shooting an angry glare at Scootaloo before leaving the room.

Scootaloo kept her gaze to the ground, a trace of blood remained on her hooves. She began to shake uncontrollably as tears of her own began to take form. Applebloom slowly walked to her and had a look of disgust on her face.

“Ah can't believe you'd do that—why you ain't any better than Diamond Tiara!”

“Applebloom, I—I didn't mean to, I didn't know...” The filly was mumbling, her head remained low.

“Didn't mean nothin'?” Applebloom lectured, “Horseapples! Ya still did it an' that's all that matters! Ah thought you'd know better after what ah said 'bout mah sister but obviously ya don't listen!” With that the farm filly stomped out of the room to go check on her friend.

After what seemed like an eternity, Scootaloo left her room. Nopony had come to see her following the incident, she wanted to apologize, she wanted to do whatever she could to make things right, she felt like a monster and she hated it. As she made her way down the stairs, she could hear them, talking. Rarity was the first to acknowledge her presence.

“What do you want Scootaloo? I don't believe I told you you could come out.”

Scootaloo simply ignored her and set her eyes to Sweetie Belle who was now facing her. There were no bandages, and the only bruise resided on her right cheek, glaring on her white coat.

“I'm sorry.” Scootaloo said dejectedly, “I-I didn't mean to hurt you. I--”

She fell silent for a few seconds, looking at her hooves before facing Sweetie again.

“I love you. You were right. If it wasn't for you I'd be a sad sappy mess still living in the club-house. I had no reason to do this to you I just—you just really hurt my feelings. I was just kidding around and you had to belittle me.”

She wasn't too pleased with that last line, it was more of a complementing thought that wasn't supposed to come out. As she looked down at her hooves expecting coarse words from Rarity, she was instead wrapped in a tight hug, two little white hooves were the culprit.

“I'm sorry too Scootaloo.” Sweetie Belle sniffled a bit, her bruise was still throbbing. “I shouldn't have said those things in front of Applebloom. We both messed up.” They both faced each-other since their altercation, one face had a look of shame, the other a look of understanding. Sweetie Belle stood up high on her hooves and lightly kissed Scootaloo on the forehead.

“I love you too.”

Rarity's heart simply melted at the sight, what was once resentment and total anger had morphed into a mixture of bittersweet happiness and satisfaction. This certainly was a better ending than she had planned for.

Applebloom looked at this scene before her and she thought of her own sister, the damage she had done to her. For the first time since the whole thing, she pondered that her own sister may be feeling the same way Scootaloo did, ashamed. She wondered if she was maybe too scared to come out and say it, perhaps she figured all of Ponyville knew of what she did and didn't want to face it. A ping of guilt hit her which prompted her to shift those thoughts aside and live in the here and now.

Scootaloo's face was beet red, she still stood, face to face with “Auntie Sweetie Belle” who forgave her for quite possibly the worst thing she had ever done. She was a true friend indeed.

“I wonder if the princess would apologize, you know, for the things she did.” Sweetie Belle mused out loud, forgetting her sister's presence. She froze when she did. If the fur on her face were not white, it would've been so then.

“What do you mean Sweetie Belle? What ever did Celestia do?” Rarity was curious now.

Scootaloo, if nothing more than to score a few more appeasement points, stepped in front of Sweetie Belle, hoping to stop this before it started.

“N-nothing, totally nothing Rarity. It's—uh not Princess Celestia, we're uh... were making up a story!”

“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle agreed, “A story about a...uh...”

“A different princess!” Applebloom interjected, trying to save flank. It didn't work however, the mare's suspicions were piqued, and her still unsettled mood was not letting this go.

“Girls, why do I have the feeling you're not telling me something?”

“Twilight told us not to—dammit!” Scootaloo face-hoofed at her stupidity.

“Twilight what? Girls! I don't like secrets, not at all, now speak up! What is it that you were referring to? Must I go to Twilight?”

“NO!” The three fillies shouted, the sheer force of the sound pushed Rarity back an inch or two. She knew something was afoul now, and she was going to find out.

“Well then one of you ought to spill the beans, spreading nasty rumors about her highness is simply unspeakable! Of all ponies, Twilight no less!” Rarity now loomed over the three fillies who were huddled together, unsure of what to do now. They were cornered.

“Can we go up to my room?” Sweetie Belle asked, Rarity had a stream of customers that started around this time of day and they didn't want this to leak more than it was already about to, they were going to feel enough shame from this.

They made their way to Sweetie's room, glancing into her room to the large window by her bed, Scootaloo could see the sun starting to set, it was getting late and she was certainly growing tired.

The door was shit behind them, and Rarity took a seat at the door, assuring the fillies wouldn't make a break for it.

“Now girls, let's start with what if anything the Princess herself would be so inclined to apologize to us, her subjects for. And how you know about it.”

“Well....it's kind of a long story sis,” Sweetie Belle started.

“Please Sweetie Belle, we have all the time in the world.” Rarity wasn't going anywhere.

Call to Action

Twilight entered the tree-house, as she made her way to her bedroom she didn't bother to light any candles, or clean up the mess that last night's comradely produced, she didn't care that a dozen ponies in town asked why she was so glum, she didn't care. She wanted silence, she wanted darkness, ignorance of her punishment. She had no thoughts, she had no emotion, she had nothing. In her mind she was just a carcass with fur and a mane on top, a horn that was nothing more than a paperweight. She collapsed on her bed and stared out of the only source of light in her dark, desolate room; the window. Said window didn't show much, she could see Sweet Apple Acres if she craned her neck to the left, the top of the crusader club-house peeked from behind an endless score of apple trees, further still, but out of view, was the homestead itself, where Apple Jack and Big Mac likely were, doing Celstia knows what.

'At least they have something.' Twilight thought to herself, 'At least despite what they've done, they'll be of use to somepony. Who am I? Without my magic I'm....capable of nothing, I have nothing to contribute to the world.'

Twilight let out a heavy sigh and sank into her bed, a grim look on her face. She thought back to all the times she had spent in Ponyville, from her first encounter with Pinkie, to Applebloom's escape from her despotic assistant. The light was bothering her, it represented Celstia's sun, and frankly, any reminder of that thick-skulked snob was the last thing the unicorn needed. She traveled down to the one room devoid of natural light—the basement. Not much ever happened here, sans the recent events of course. She hardly ever came down here since she moved in. She spotted the toppled pile of books, 'likely where Applebloom was pinned down.' The unicorn dismally thought. She made her way to that spot, a scattered pile of books pertaining to a wide swatch of subjects from 'Equestrian Phonetics' to 'Techniques on enhanced procreation for mares and stallions'.

Her skimming brought her to a picture, it appeared to be rather dated—due more to the messy state of this room than the age of the photo itself. It was Twilight and her friends: this had to have been taken not too long after her arrival. Twilight sat down and looked into it, all smiling faces, all had their own trials and tribulations. They were so close, their bond was held together by some unknown force, they had been through their highs and lows, confronted their worst fears, and yet they all stuck around. Dependable, reliable, loving friends.

Twilight put the picture down, she smiled. She still had her friends, and they would have her back no matter what. For the first time in days she had a reason to be happy, considering all there was to be miserable about, Rarity respected her, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie was—well—yeah.

The unicorn went upstairs and lit some candles, she opened the curtains, tidied up her mess and examined what sat before her on her desk. Those stories, fables, damming accusations of the Equestrian Monarchy. Any other day she would have looked the other way and labeled these as an engaging work of fiction, though, unlike yesterday and the days before, she had seen nothing but kindness, understanding, and good will from Celestia, they had a bond and a mutual respect for one another. That was gone now, and so was her cautious skepticism of these controversial rags before her.

As she examined the words, scrutinized the dusty, fragile book that complemented them, she began to form correlations and confirmations, both in these text and long running folklore deemed unfit and uncivil. She played these tragic and awful scenes in her mind. The vivid, graphic scenes of famine, slaughter, fear, and an unquenchable lust for immeasurable power. As the pieces of this puzzle began to align and connect, the shackles of propaganda from her youth and her studies began to crack and crumble.

As day became night, the scholastic endeavor continued, only amplifying in reward as she came across new revelations and theories. Coupled with the fresh memories of her encounter with Celestia, one of the crusaders' uttered a phrase that plagued her mind repetitiously,

'..take the magic back.'

The princess was more than capable of removing her of her magical prowess, Discord was turned into stone, deprived of any substance, it seemed everything under Celstia's hooves had limits. There would have been countless times her magic would have come in handy, there are many times it failed when it shouldn't have, why was this? Her studies guided her to the answer, and she didn't like it one bit. A particular passage in another rustic book she uncovered made it all very clear:

'...and once the monstrous duet of oppressors ascended to the highest order, they depleted the magic of all unicorns and alicorns alike, they brought forth an elixir, said tonic held a farce magic. Enough to substantively work, and meet the needs of the magically inclined, however, never enough to pose a threat to the oligharchy. Never again would anypony turn the soils of power....for this farce magic was limited, rationed, and never constant in strength.....'

Many years of damage to this text required here to re-assemble these torn pages by hoof. Agonizing but well worth it,

'...this magic, dare we call it this, is fiat magic, its power and dispersion is controlled by the princesses, only the Elements Of Harmony are immune to this rationed, debased magic hence their fierce protection of the elements, hence they are entrusted to their highness most loyal, submissive subjects...'

Twilight paused, and read this final line a multitude of times. Her disgust building with each new pass, if the Canterlot royal family wished to remove all magic from Equestria they could most certainly do so. Most of their world ran off of magic. They did not have the machines of old to free themselves from this system of control and—enslavement. She couldn't think of a time in which it was ever used malevolently but that didn't matter. In Twilight's mind, she already had enough of a reason to be disgusted and horrified by what was being made clear to her: They knew of this amazing technology, they have the reigns over an untold some of unused magical force that could in one fell swoop bring the standards of living nation-wide to an unprecedented level. And they knew this, and with this knowledge they kept it away—to keep their subjects at their mercy, to ensure nopony pose a threat to their unquestioned eternal reign.

She thought about the Everfree Forest, and its real purpose. It wasn't always there, the world they lived in once was ruled by natural forces, unregulated weather, spontaneous life-forms. Without magic, these confined, coddled, and powerless ponies had no means of defense as their ancestors did.--The fury began building in the unicorn's heart and mind.

A world without cutie marks? Cutie marks, a form of social hierarchy, these stamps of perpetual occupation were pointless. She had always wondered where they came from, and what magical force dictated their existence, and she found it. It was taught to young school-ponies that cutie marks were simply happenstance, they were just an effect of natural order. As Twilight discovered they are anything but. The Ministry Of Marks, a cloaked bureaucracy determined, guided by the census and other information at their disposal, who was assigned what cutie mark. Those who posed a threat to the monarchy were given insignificant, materialistic cutie marks, whereas those who were presumed loyal enough to serve the monarchy would attain something at the very least enviable. And of course, as she had expected at this juncture, the magic that powered MiniMark was the very same fiat magic that was thrust upon the plebeians, the servants, the slaves.

A knock at the door interrupted her stream of impressive findings. She could see from the window that it was Rarity and the crusaders. She must be returning Applebloom. She smiled as she approached the door, she could finally spend some time with somepony who appreciated her. Though she was a filly, Applebloom was far from stupid, and while the same couldn't be said for her siblings, she and Twilight share a stubborn pursuit of knowledge and adventure that she had yet to really see in anypony outside of the mane six.

Sadly though, Rarity's face was far from anything positive.

“May I have a word with you Twilight?” The unicorn seemed rather peeved about something. The evasive looks of the fillies made it clear what it was.

They croaked.

“Do you mind explaining to me why you are burdening my sister and my daughter with such inexplicably tasteless filth?” Rarity was yelling now. “Why if you weren't a friend I would let you have it! What possessed you to even think that such ridiculous nonsensical garbage was something these fillies ought to be subjected to? Have you lost your mind?”

Twilight took this torrent of ludicrous babbling and simply looked at her friend with pity in her eyes.

“Rarity, allow me to tell you what happened to me this morning.”

She strolled to a window at the opposite of the room and took a look outside, turned around and sat on her haunches.

“I am no longer the Element Of Magic, nay, I am incapable of magic. My horn is nothing but an ornament at this point. Everything I have ever accomplished has been defaced and everything I ever hoped to accomplish has been destroyed—at the hands of your beloved princess. Why you might ask? Why I had the audacity, the nerve to commit one of the most unthinkable acts in Equestrian history.”

She paused for dramatic effect.

“I stopped a filly from being raped.”

Rarity was going to speak, she hadn't even heard of what happened to Applebloom.

“Yes Rarity, for future reference so you don't make a fool of yourself, I, Twilight Sparkle, the greatest disgrace to the royalty of Canterlot, did what I felt was necessary to protect a filly from harm. And for this, I have been deprived of most everything that made me who I was, my countless hours of tenure, trials, and travels, were all for nothing.”

“But Twilight--”

“Shut up. Everything I had ever worked and lived for was mercilessly stripped from me at the hands of a heartless, spineless, totalitarian monarch! Did she hear my side of the incident? No! Did she even bother to see what the victim herself had to say? I don't think so! No, instead she saw me as a threat to her eternal reign of oppression and absolute power, and so instead of acting in the name of justice, she acted in the name of self-serving vigilantism. Like any low living savage.”

“Twilight...what on Earth are you talking about?” Rarity sat baffled at what she heard. She could tell there was something different about Twilight, something seemed off or missing.

“They didn't tell you?” Twilight cast her gaze at the crusaders who were reminded of the last time she had 'snapped'. They feared the return of the potion induced doll.

“Spike attempted to rape Applebloom Rarity. He pillaged the alcohol in the fridge, became intoxicated beyond reason, and attempted to rape a filly. I ask you one thing, would you have acted by your facade of lady-like conduct if he had done the same to Sweetie Belle? Would you have been understanding and cautious about your conduct? No. and don't tell me you would be.”

“I—is this true?” Rarity asked no-one in particular, though Applebloom was in her view and she hung her head low and let some tears fall as she remembered.

“I--” The purple maned unicorn was speechless. “I didn't know.”

“There's plenty more where that came from Rarity.” Twilight hissed as she made her way to her desk, “And if you have the time to barge in here and call me a heartless liar for telling these girls the inconvenient truth then you have the time for me to show otherwise.”

As the night wore on, and Rarity's queue of objections began to shrivel into acceptance of this initially blasphemous series of assertions, Twilight’s mood have improved significantly. She remembered if there is one thing she could do that nopony else could, its simplify a vast and harrowing quantity of information. The crusaders knew most of the story, but were further impressed by the newer details that Twilight shared, especially the one regarding cutie marks.

The fillies had remained silent and attentive up until this point. They were of course, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, their misadventures, their misery, even their very friendship was originally based on their pursuit of something that, they were told to believe had weight and meaning in not just society, but in the very nature of existence itself. A cutie mark was supposed to be your special talent, it was supposed to represent who you were and what you contributed to ponykind. And while indeed cutie marks tended to correlate with one's talent, the fact that it was all artificially conceived and contrived was nothing less than devastating to their whole cause.

“So...” Sweetie Belle began cautiously once Twilight finished her rant, “we've been going through all sorts of trouble, tree sap, and teasing for....nothing?”

“I'm afraid so girls.” Twilight gave them an apologetic look. “We all fell for it. Heh, of all the things Celestia took from me, I'm kinda now wishing this thing was one of them.” She glanced at her flank, her cutie mark was still there.

“I still—this is simply morbid Twilight.” Rarity said, somewhat deflated. “If this is all true then....what could we possibly do? I mean by your very words it sounds like any resistance would be futile.” She had a point.

“But...if anything, what yourself, these girls, and Rainbow have proven, we can spread this message—perhaps we can get at the very least all of Ponyville to hear of these autocracies and get Celestia to act!” Twilight was slightly excited.

“Darling, if she managed to exterminate an entire species of alicorns, wipe out nearly all of ponykind and reign for a thousand years following without question than I doubt our quaint little village would have any effect, at worst it would cease to exist.”

Twilight deflated once more. She was right.

“We gotta do somethin'!” Applebloom stood up and leapt onto a table as if it were her soapbox, “Ahm right tired of these ponies gettin' away with these awful things! Mah own sister ain't been punished fer what she did ta me! How fair is that?”

“Well, Applebloom we already discussed--”

“She's right!” Scootaloo proclaimed, joining her red-maned friend atop the table, hoof held high, “We can't just sit here while she makes our lives even more lame than they already are!”

“Yeah!” cried Sweetie Belle.

“Okay then girls,” Rarity said, apparently unamused by any of this, “What do you suppose we do then?”

The fillies sat for a moment, thinking vigorously on an idea, only to be met with nothing. They simply shrugged. Sweetie Belle then came up with something,

“If-If we could get the Elements Of Harmony than we could take down Celestia for sure!”

“That's all fine and good but...I'm no longer the element of magic, we have no idea who bears that title now.” Twilight was delighted that the fillies were engaging in this discourse, but was wary of this idea.

“Yeah an' mah sister ain't gonna help any.” Applebloom groaned, “Element of Honesty mah ass!”

“Applebloom!” Twilight gasped. “Language!”

“Sorry.” Mumbled the dejected filly.

There was silence for a moment, save some snickering from Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.

“Well, perhaps we should get Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy, the more minds the better.” Twilight suggested.

“This late in the evening?” Rarity was almost whining, it was getting awful later. The girls had school tomorrow.

“Hm, I guess you're right.” Twilight said, “We'll convene tomorrow night. I'll get Fluttershy, Rainbow will likely come on her own...she needs to re-new a copy of daring due she's had out for a disturbing amount of time.”

“Awwww!” The fillies groaned, they were having fun in the excitement of it all.

“Come now Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo.” Rarity crowed, “It is well beyond your bed times and you musn't be late for school.”

“Isn't school run by the government?” Sweetie Belle asked,

“Yeah! All a bunch of prop-propa—malarkey!” Scootaloo wasn't too pleased with her phonetic impairment.

“Girls, it's Cheerilee.” Twilight couldn't help but giggle at Scootaloo's slip-up. “We'll all see each-other tomorrow, now remember—”

“We--” the fillies began.

“No, it is obvious I have to remind you. Do not tell anypony else about this understood?” She gave a stern look to the three fillies. They simply nodded. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle followed Rarity out the door. Applebloom remained sitting on the table.

“Can ah stay here Twi?” The filly asked, those big beady pleading eyes playing their part.

“I don't see why not, but as Rarity said, you must get some sleep. Don't go thinking we're off to adventure just yet, not even close.” Twilight had a small smile as she escorted the filly to the bedroom. Once again, Applebloom opted to cuddle with her. The filly felt oddly deprived last night. Scootaloo wasn't the touchy-freely type, and Sweetie Belle was on the other side of the squished bed.

Diamonds, Feathers, and Lettuce

Fluttershy had awoken rather early today, her animals had no real needs to attend to, but she had made a habit of getting up to make herself and Angel Bunny some breakfast and tea before she went into her morning routine.

The cream colored pegasus was completely unaware of the drama that had gone on since Scootaloo's little show back at Sugar Cube corner. She found it odd Rarity had not invited her to the spa—nor was she there when Fluttershy went on her own invitation. She had not heard from any of her friends in the better part of a week, however she was somewhat happy about this, it gave her ample time with her animal friends, tending to her cottage and garden among other things she enjoyed doing. It had been a tranquil week for the pristine pegasus.

“Ahh,” Fluttershy relaxed as she sipped her tea, “Isn't this such a lovely morning Angel Bunny?”

The abusive, self centered rabbit didn't acknowledge her friendly caretaker's question, as he was busy eating an unnecessarily nice salad with special trimmings just for his spoiled little flank.

“I do wish my friends would stop by soon, I do miss them—oh but I'm sure they're enjoying the sunshine too. I know I most certainly am!”

Again, no response from Bunnicula, but the animal-over didn't seem to mind. She blissfully exited her cottage and began her array of housekeeping tasks which consisted of many things, from feeding the birds, squirrels, and everything in between, to repairing the dens and burrows of the underground critters, to keeping her own house pristine and beautiful, humming a sweet song to herself all the while.

She decided that she would go into town and get some food from the market as her feed and fruit were in low supply, and given that mating season was closing for most of her creatures, there would be plenty of new mouths to feed. Fluttershy made her way into the center of town, taking an alternate route that passed Twilight's library. The giant force-field seemed rather odd to her.

'Well that's strange, I wonder why Twilight has a force-field around her home?' The Pegasus thought to herself as she continued through the main road into the Ponyville market. As she made her way to each stall, seeing the wares for sale and purchasing what she needed as she saw it, she noticed a familiar filly walking oddly through the market.

Applebloom was mortified to be here, though she was the one who wanted to “get some fresh air” while Twilight did her shopping. Her curiosity lured her to a candy stand, but her paranoia compelled her to keep returning to where Twilight stood. To any passing pony it looked as if she was trotting in circles. This last trot back to Twilight did not end successfully though. Twilight was nowhere to be found, she must have left, to busy to notice the filly was gone. Applebloom instantly ran to Fluttershy.

“Why thank you so very much sir.” Fluttershy thanked the less than enthusiastic vendor who was selling lettuce. She really felt the price her had set of thirteen bits for one head was a but much, though she figured the stallion wasn't in much of a bartering mood. She squealed as a filly appeared right behind her.

“Hi Fluttershy! Sorry ta scare ya like that.” The filly said, nervous for some reason as she fidgeted with her hooves.

“Oh it's okay—Applebloom.” It took Fluttershy some time to remember her name, after all she hadn't seen anypony she really knew for quite some time. “What brings you out here? Aren't you supposed to be in school?”

Applebloom raised her gaze from her hooves to Fluttershy, “Well—Ahm lost actually. Twi an' ah were just getting' some errands done an' ah went to go look at some candy an' she done left me.”

“Oh dear, well, come with me. We'll find that silly unicorn.” Fluttershy was surprised somewhat by how quickly Applebloom took clung to Fluttershy, all the times she had seen the Applebloom she'd been a stubborn, independent, and awfully whiny filly.

Fluttershy decided to take this time searching for Twilight to see if the filly could fill her in on what her friends were up to. Naturally of course, this being AppleJack's sister...

“SO, how's AppleJack?”

Applebloom pondered for a second, she was having an awfully fun day—well, up until getting left behind at least, she still was somewhat confused that Fluttershy didn't know about what had happened. She figured Twilight would be the best mare to explain everything.

“Uh...she's—uh—just fine ah reckon.” She lied.

“Aw, that's nice. What about your little friends?”

Finally, a cozy, safe subject. “Well, mah friends are great! Scootaloo lives with Rarity ya know?”

“M hm, I sure do.”

“Yeah well—uh, she's great. And Sweetie Belle is doin'..... alright too.” Applebloom's voiced trailed off.

Now that she thought about it they hadn't really done anything noteworthy for nearly a month. Certainty no crusading, the club-house was in a very unhappy place and with what had happened, all three fillies were under constant supervision.

Fluttershy was put off by this as well, this filly usually had a million things to say, no crusades? No mishaps? Weird. She wasn't sure what to do at this point, they had walked through most of the market. No sign of Twilight.

“Where do ya think she went?” Applebloom asked. At this point she had climbed on Fluttershy's back and was surveying the view from above. “Ah don't see her anywhere.”

“Don't worry Applebloom, we'll find her.” Fluttershy assured with a determined look on her face. They left the market now and were headed back to Twilight's house when somepony—or something smacked into them, sending Fluttershy on her back and Applebloom on her flank not too far behind her.

“Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I—Applebloom!” Twilight squealed. “There you are, thank goodness you're okay!” She wrapped the filly in a hug. “Thank you Fluttershy, I was so worried! One minute she was with me buying some bread and the next minute—poof!”

“Oh it's no problem Twilight, I had just come in town looking for one of you anyway, it's been an awful long time since I've seen anypony. I was starting to get worried.”

Twilight let out a groan, “Let me tell you, it has been one hell of a week. You have time for tea? I'm taking these groceries home anyway.”

“Sure, I finished my morning chores, tea sounds lovely.” Fluttershy helped Twilight with her things and they made their way to the tree-house.

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The day seemed to drag painfully for the unicorn and pegasus filly that sat in the back of Cheeriliee's classroom. Their recent shift in world-view had made school a grueling, agonizing snore-fest. They did their best to act like they cared, but really there was nothing there. Cheeriliee's lesson of the day pertained to the war between Chaos and Order. The two fillies had remained incognito, save the times Scootaloo couldn't help but snicker at the obvious nonsense the school-teacher presented as fact. Good for them nopony seemed to care much so they remained unnoticed.

It was finally time for recess The fillies stampeded out into the playground, Again, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo really didn't find much fun in any of the activities, and certainly none of the fillies would be worth wasting time with. Especially the one who seemed to take the most pleasure in seeing the dejected and empty looks on their faces as they sat under a tree.

“Well, well well if it isn't Sweetie Fail and Scoota-looser!” Diamond Tiara crowed mockingly as she approached the two fillies, her side-kick Silver Spoon at her side, providing the mandatory courtesy laugh.

“Go away Diamond Tiara!” Sweetie Belle hissed. She wanted nothing to do with this brat.

“So you're inbred redneck friend hasn't been around for awhile?” The snarky filly began, “They finally figured out how stupid she is and show her the door? Pssh, we don't need trash like that anyway.”

“I said go away Diamond Tiara!” Sweetie Belle was offended by this careless slander against her friend, not enough to do anything aside from hope she'd get the hint and leave.

“D'aww what is it Sweetie Belle? You should be happy! Now you have that dirt eating doofus to drag you down, you can hang with the cool kids now!”

“Shut up Diamond Tiara.” Scootaloo growled.

“Wha? You think I'm going to listen to you Scoota-looser? Ha! Why don't you Cutie Mark-less crusaders just go die and do us all a fav--”

Diamond Tiara didn't have a chance to finish that sentence, she was on the ground, one hoof pushing her down by her face, and the other one firmly planted on her tail.

Scootaloo stared at this scene in amazement.

“Say one more thing you brat!” Sweetie Belle was fuming.

Scootaloo feared for the worst. Diamond Tiara was a very tough pony, despite her dapper demeanor and seemingly feeble appearance, Scootaloo herself likely wouldn't start anything with her unless it was last resort.

And, her fears were confirmed, Sweetie Belle's next location was in a pit of mud, nearly body slammed into it. The pink filly on top of her glared at her.

“You think a puny little unicorn like you is going to take me down? I don't think so!”

Sweetie Belle was audibly crying, that impact must have hurt considering there was a tree nearby and she likely smacked into a raised root somewhere. Diamond Tiara wasn't letting up, she began to punch the unicorn filly brutally, making Scootaloo's assault seem like foal's work. The sound of the unicorn being beaten was loud enough to summon the school fillies in a circle around the scene.

“Get off of her!” Scootaloo yelled.

“Make me!” Diamond Tiara roared. She yanked up the unicorn and slammed her into the ground again, a squeal of pain let out of the white filly, tears mixing with the blood, mud, and dirt that caked her matted face. Suddenly though, Diamond's vice grip on the filly was ended. It was her turn to be the target of precise and painful bombardment. Scootaloo had her on the ground and was relentlessly letting her have it.

Hoof by hoof Diamond's face became an inflated, bruised and bloody wasteland. As the pink filly struggled to free herself from this physically superior pegasus who was going to damn near end her at this rate, was met with sharp teeth to her mane. Scootaloo tore at it as if it were cotton candy. Loud screams from the filly could be heard as her mane was literally being ripped off, with hooves still bearing down upon her, now on her stomach.

“Okay Okay! I give up! I give up! Please stop!” Diamond Tiara was beyond tears now, her pride didn't matter. For the first time in a long time she was scared. This filly was going to kill her.

Scootaloo obviously had no intent in doing this, though she did want to make something very clear to her. Scoots picked up the pink filly by the sides and slammed her to the base of a tree and held her there.

“I want to make something very clear to you Diamond Tiara.” Scootaloo spat, a look of unmistakable hatred on her face. “Don't you ever lay a hoof on my friend again you got me?”

Diamond nodded desperately, she wanted to get away.

“I'm not done with you. You have no idea what Applebloom has gone through, and you never will. My advice to you would be to shut up. Talk about her again and I won't think twice.”

Diamond was sobbing now. “Okay, Okay! I'm sorry!”

“GIRLS!” Cheerilee pushed through the gathering of fillies to see a horrid sight. “Scootaloo put her down NOW!”

Scootaloo abruptly dropped Diamond Tiara into the same puddle of mud that she had shoved Sweetie Belle into. Scootaloo turned around and walked past Ms Cheerilee. She wasn't going to deal with this.

“Scootaloo get back here this instant!” The teacher hollered while tending to the two injured fillies, however the orange pegasus ignored her and continued through the back door of the school-house and out the front. She made her way down the road to Ponyville. She wasn't returning to that place ever again.

Sweet Apple Animosity

Sweetie Belle looked around, she had been listening to Cheerilee for quite some time, however she looked over when she noticed Scootaloo asleep. She had glanced over nearly an hour ago, her face was flat and unreadable, now however it had morphed into a smile, obviously whatever this dream was about she was enjoying it. It appears Cheerilee had been hoping the filly would wake up at some point, she never liked sleepers, however this did not happen.

The class had been pretty mellow, Sweetie and Scoots were in no mood to be there following their recent discoveries, and Scootaloo frankly didn't see a point in any of it so off the dream-land she went.

“Scootaloo!” Sweetie Belle whispered, nudging her friend with a pencil, “Scootaloo! Pssssst!”

The pegasus slowly opened her eyes at first, then they shot open like a deer in headlights. Her eyes darted around scanning for two ponies in particular. She could see Diamond Tiara in normal condition, not a scratch on her....yet. Sweetie Belle was of course fine and well and had a worried look on her face.

“You okay Scoots?” Sweetie asked.

“Yeah....” Scootaloo began slowly, “I think we should stay inside for recess today.”

“Oh my, Twilight this is awful!” Fluttershy had said this several times by now. Twilight was now wrapping up her explanation of the interesting findings she had the last few days, as well as updating her friend on all the mishaps of the week.

“That's pretty much all of it.” Twilight ended dryly, “Kinda wish I was you...or anypony else at the moment.”

Fluttershy quickly pulled Twilight into a hug. “Don't you say those things Twilight, even without your magic you're still my friend. And I think that can be said for the rest of us.”

“Aw, thanks Fluttershy—really, it means a lot.” Twilight smiled, that sincere comment warmed her heart which had been cold for some time. She always knew she could count on the gentle animal-lover for nothing short of uplifting and lofty complements.

“I do have....uhm, one question though.” Fluttershy began, “If the princess did all these nasty, awful things, what are we supposed to do about it? I mean, no offense but I don't really think we stand a chance against Celestia...or her guards.”

“Very true, though I think the crusaders made a good point.” She chuckled some as she remembered their quick rush to leave it all behind and 'liberate equestria' under the banner of 'freedom fighters'. That trio was always thinking of absurdly adorable, occasionally destructive yet whimsical things.

“We can't just sit here and wait for what happened to the Discordian ponies to happen again.” Twilight had come to label the inhabitants of the pre-Celestia society, 'Discordian Ponies' for the mere fact that they lives in the alleged 'Age Of Discord'.

“Though you are right Fluttershy, without my magic, we really don't have much of a hoof up on this whole thing—But I think it would be better to address this when everypony else comes by tonight.”

“Hey Twi?” Applebloom piped up; she had been reading the book that Twilight had been studying, upon promising multiple times that she'd be super-extra-ultra-very-careful with it. Though now she was a bit hungry. “Can we have a snack? Ahm kinda hungry.”

“Oh yes, sure thing Applebloom!” Twilight answered as she made her way to the kitchen, Fluttershy behind her.

“Who's all coming tonight?” Fluttershy was curious.

“Well...” Twilight remembered as she assembled some sandwiches, “Rainbow and Rarity for sure, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo too, That's it though I'm afraid, really those are the only ones I've been comfortable taking about this with, Pinkie is just—Pinkie will tell ponies she's not supposed to, we don't need that.” Fluttershy nodded in agreement and took one of the completed sandwiches to Applebloom.

Rarity looked at her progress thus far and was pleased. Her orders from Canterlot had gone very well, so well in fact that they already commissioned a season-long fashion line, with her name on it! Slightly overwhelmed but all in all very pleased. The day had gone pretty well for her. No customers to force her away from her project, no chaos from the two fillies she had to care for, despite everything on her mind things had gone very well today.

She glanced at the clock and noticed it was time to meet the fillies at school. Normally they would come home on their own, but today Twilight wanted to see them. Rarity figured it was about her recent findings. The snow-colored unicorn was still airing on the side of caution when it came to fully embracing these things, she certainly didn't deny them but with where she was business wise it made no sense to “go primal” as she put it. She did some modest tidying of her workroom and headed for Ponyville's schoolhouse.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo managed to get through the day, dodging Cheeriliee's questions about their quietness, Scootaloo's sleepiness, and every other out of place thing they did. The mare wasn't aware of any of the recent incidents, which likely was good for them, if it had been otherwise, they would've never gotten away from her curiosity.

Scootaloo let out a sign of relief. “I am so glad this boring day is over with!” She waved a hoof for emphasis, “If Cheerilee asked any more questions I would've lost it for sure.”

“Aw she's just concerned Scoots.” Sweetie smiled. It had been a pretty normal day, or at least as normal and uneventful as it could possibly be. She was taking this with a glass-half-full mindset.

“Didn't Rarity say to wait for her?” The orange pegasus asked, straining her eyes to see if Rarity made her way over the obtuse hill that arched in front of the school on the way to Ponyville.

“She seemed busy too Scoots.” Sweetie Belle added, “Maybe we should meet her halfway, you know, to be nice.”

Scootaloo nodded and they made their way up the hill and down. They trotted into Ponyville, slowing some as they when. Rarity finally came into view, she seemed in a good mood herself, much to the filly's relief.

“Ah, hello girls! My apologies for running a little late—well, you know how it is, I got pretty busy—a good kind of busy today.”

“Great news sis!” Sweetie grinned. Scootaloo smiled but not much else.

“We're going to drop your bags off at home and then we're headed straight for Twilight's, she wants us there as soon as possible.”

Scootaloo's ears perked up a bit. Finally, something exciting.

Sweetie Belle then remembered something she failed to ask until now, “Hey Scoots, what was that dream about?”

Scootaloo stopped, forgetting for a moment. “What dream?”

“I dunno.” Sweetie shrugged, “You seemed pretty happy about it whatever it was.”

Scootaloo's faced burned red, “Oh...that. Heh, uh, well, let's just say that it wasn't really that great—until the end.”

Scootaloo was being evasive again, Rarity never liked this. “Do tell Scootaloo, what was it about?”

“Well—Diamond Tiara was picking on us about stupid stuff and you--” she started laughing as she looked at Sweetie Belle, “You of all ponies tried to pin her down and make her shut her trap.”

Sweetie Belle laughed as well. She wasn't one to do something like that. If Scootaloo taught her anything, never mess with a fuming filly.

“She beat you pretty bad, you didn't really do anything either—so I jumped in and took care of her.” Scootaloo let off a wicked grin, the memory of letting that brat have it was still just a vibrant and just as satisfying as it was hours ago.

“Well that sound quite unpleasant Scootaloo.” Rarity dead-panned.

“Yeah, good thing it was all a dream huh?” Sweetie added.

The trio shared a laugh as they made their way now to Twilight's tree-house.

Rainbow Dash had already arrived and was finishing off the uneaten food Twilight had made, much to her chagrin. She hoped Rarity and the girls weren't hungry. Making food without magic proved to be pretty laborious.

“Let's save one for Rarity and the girls Dash.” Twilight said, “It took me way too long to get these simple sandwiches done. How do you Earth Ponies do it?”

Applebloom was happy to be apart of the conversation at the big ponies table, all day she was pretty much left to her own devices, which she spent reading and drawing.

“Well, there's a few things Granny taught me when we made zap-apple jam and pie. It's pretty easy once ya figure it out. “

“Well then it looks like I'll have to have you teach me one of these days.” Twilight laughed.

“Yeah me too, I can't cook to save my life.” Rainbow added, now plopped on the bottom step of the main staircase.

Rarity and the other fillies entered, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle instantly ran to Applebloom for a hug. It had only been a little over a day but felt like it was forever since they were last together.

“Good evening Twilight,” Rarity began without invitation, “Work was simply marvelous, how are you today?--and hello Ms Fluttershy! It has been some time since we last saw each other hasn't it been?” She went to hug her feathered friend.

“Fair enough, there is some food--” she glanced to make sure it was still there. “I made some sandwiches, you and the girls can divvy up that one and help yourselves, heh, It looks like Applebloom is going to have to re-teach me how to make food. It's funny how you take things for granted.”

“Oh you poor thing, I forgot all about that! I would've prepared something along the way if I would've known.”

“No biggie Rarity, we already ate.” Rainbow interjected.

“You can certainly say that can't you?” Twilight scolded softly.

“Hey! I had a crazy day today, I had to eat something.” Rainbow pouted.

The three fillies were marveling at Applebloom's rather elaborate drawings, she had more than enough time on her hands to produce some refined renditions of Ponyville, apples, and the crusader clubhouse.

“Man I miss that place.” Scootaloo recalled, “How long has it been since we hung out there?”

“Awhile..” Sweetie Belle remembered,

“Even longer for me, shoot ah can't even recall the last time we were there together.” Applebloom looked at the picture longingly.

This exchange reminded Rarity of something, she motioned Twilight for a quick word in a far corner of the room so the fillies wouldn't hear.

“Speaking of Sweet Apple Acres,” Rarity's voice was but a whisper, “has anyone set hoof there since the whole incident? Has anyone heard from Apple Jack at all?”

Twilight hadn't thought of this for a long time, or at least it felt that way. “I'm afraid not now that you mention it. Despite what she did I hope they're okay. Why do you ask?”

“I don't know Twilight, as I saw Scootaloo make up with Sweetie after that ghastly brawl they had, I saw a far away look in Applebloom's eyes—somethings telling me she wants to know if her sister is sorry. I think we'd all like an explanation at the very least.”

“Huh...” Twilight pondered the idea, it has been about a week since it all went down, though neither AJ or Big Mac had emerged from the farm since Granny's funeral in Apple Loosa.

“I figured a little diplomatic mission is not too much to ask, though should we really bring Applebloom until we know what we're getting into?”

“Too true.” Rarity looked back at the fillies who were laughing and play-fighting. “I suppose we should head down ourselves and see.”

“I think maybe--” Twilight thought, “Rainbow and I will head down there, you and Fluttershy can look after the girls.”

“Now?” Rarity slightly whined, though Twilight didn't seem to notice.

“Might as well. We'll both forget otherwise.” Rarity nodded in agreement.

They brought Rainbow to their corner and explained their plan, the cyan pegasus was all for it. A little adventure in a pretty dull day was fine by her.

“Yeah, I suppose you are going to need some muscle huh?” Rainbow boasted.

“Mmhm sure.” Twilight panned, unimpressed. “Let's go now before it gets too late.”

The two made it out of Twilight's house, and decided to take a detoured route so as to appear to the fillies in case they were watching, to be headed into town for business.

It was an odd feeling approaching the farm. Usually they wouldn't think twice but both mares found themselves somewhat intimidated by the sight of it. Regardless they pushed on. Making their way under the sign and down the dirt road to the homestead. They looked around to see if the mare and stallion were out in the orchards but didn't see them. What they did see what as rather neglected orchard. Rotten apples were submitting to the forces of nature, fungus had made a campaign to reclaim the trees, and the weeds were beginning to dominate the grass below and protrude into the road itself.

“You can tell they haven't been out much—if at all.” Twilight whispered.

“Or they aren't even here.” Rainbow mused.

They approached the porch of the home. Unsure as to who was going to take that massive initiative to knock on the door, Twilight took charge and weakly wrapped on the wooden door. At first they heard nothing. The windows were curtained so there was no way of seeing inside. Then, the door opened.

Apple Jack was in a horrid state. Bags under her eyes, her mane was ratty and dirty, one could tell by her slight weight gain and limp that they had been making good use of the heavy cider lately.

There was an awkward silence for a few moments. Rainbow lowered to her hooves, and they looked blankly at one another.

“Come on girls.” Apple Jack croaked. Her voice was raspy, almost on par with Scootaloo.

The inside of the house was about as objectionable as the orchards. The windows, all of them on the main floor anyway were shut tight, small paths of light flooded in but seemed to only serve as a reminder of how much dust and micro-sized debris was swimming through the air. Dishes were stained, caked in mush that was likely food at one point. The whole of the home was coated in at least an inch of dust, dirt, and grime. A single candle that was on its last centimeter of usable wax sat dimly lit at the center of the kitchen table. Apple Jack motioned them to sit on a couch in the foyer.

Silence reigned again for some time as each collected their thoughts and prepared for whatever was to come. To the relief of Twilight and Rainbow both, Apple Jack spoke first.

“So ah suppose yer hear about mah sister.” She said dryly, no emotion indicated on her face.

“Well....” Twilight began.

“How is she?” Applejack asked.

“Oh, she's...she's fine. She's staying with me at the moment.”

“Hm.” The orange mare answered, almost a grunt. Silence persisted once again. The ticking and swinging of a rusty pendulum from a nearby grandfather clock was the only conductor of sound.

Apple Jack sniffled some, from likely a cold of some kind as opposed to emotion, the same dry expression shown.

“Ahm a terrible sister Twi. Here ah went teachin' the filly about values and family--” A crease could be seen forming along her mouth as she spoke, it appeared as if this was the first she'd spoken in a while.

“An' ah go drinkin' like a fool and damn near end her. Damn it the fuck was I thinkin'.”

“Apple Jack--” Twilight started, only to be interrupted.

“Twi, ah can't bare seeing her again, after what we did to her she deserves better. We ain't got a clue what ta do now that Granny's pushin' up daisies. Shoot, me an' Big Mac were thinkin' a puttin' up this place and headin' down to the family in Apple Loosa-- an' we most likely will. But ah want her to stay here.” She shed a tear now. “I want to know ain't nopony's gonna do her like we did.”

“She missed you Applejack.” Twilight pushed, “She at least deserves an apology...” Her voice trailed as an angry look took form on the farm mare's face.

“Dammit Twi I said no!” Apple Jack yelled, she then ran into a fit of coughing, once again indicating she had yet to do much aside from sanitation and sleep in this dilapidated home.

“Big Mac ain't much of a speakin' man--” Applejack continued, “We both agreed it'd be best, honestly Twi, the filly was born at a bad time, we was jealous when she came and we hate her now.”

“H-how could you say such a thing! She's your sister!” Twilight was taken aback by this stark and cold statement that seemed to shove a dagger to the heart of her very idea of who Applejack was.

“Twi-- mah father was an alcoholic, he beat ma more than ah few times. We hated him, we grew close to Ma—it's hard ta explain really. He treated us all like dirt. Granny even says he wasn't out real father so Applebloom ain't even our kin—point is when she was born, Ma was at death's door, and bringin' that foal into the world pushed her the final stretch.” She paused some, sniffling and wiping some fresh tears, “The piece a shit done did her in”

Twilight and Rainbow figured at this point she was talking about Applebloom. They both remained silent, completely unsure as to how to approach this.

“We tried Twi, Rainbow, we did. Granny never liked her, only when she had to. Me an; Big Mac tried to play the part of a big brother an' sister who ave two shits, damn filly made it hard though, always bitchin' 'boout her damn cutie mark.” A undertow of anger began to take form in her voice and posture.

“Ah tried to get her outta our mane with that stupid tree-house, Celestia knows that's the only way we didn't do her in ourselves.”

There was a sudden drop in pressure, at least in their minds, silence again.

“I—If she wouldn't have done anythin' Twi—Ima be honest with you, ah would've fuckin' killed her, we woulda dumped her with Granny and wouldn't a care d dime a difference. Ah know, its awful but—Ah could never truly love the filly, none of us could.”

Twilight made a sound as if she were to speak bu hastily retreated into silence. Rainbow was sitting now, looking down at her hooves. It was all so much, so messed up, so...unexpected. So wrong.

“All ahm askin' Twi is that ya'll leave us alone. We're gonna git soon an' we don't need nopony seein' us like this. And we sure as hell don't need ta see her.” She hissed on the last word. This hate was genuine, clear, it was deep seeded and wasn't going anywhere. Apple Jack got up from her seat and the other two mares followed. The directed them out the door.

“Ah had some swell times Twi, Rainbow too—it's a shame—really, but that's just the way things are ahm afraid.” She turned to close the door behind her. “Goodbye”

The two mares outside were silent. Twilight merely nodded. The door shut and the sound of hooves retreated from hearing. Twilight and Rainbow stood on the porch, staring down at the splintered planks below. Did that just happen? Was this one sick, twisted, dream? No.

“Whoa.” Rainbow said under her breath.

They made their way out, much slower now than even before. The pertinent question in their mids was what morbid secrets their other friends held, they looked at each other, mentally concluded this was an exception and continued without another word.

Upon returning to Twilight's house, it was almost a relief to be in the company of their rational, genuine, friends. Thought the felt a cold tinge of guilt inexplicable apathy for a red-maned filly with a bow who seemed very happy, they made their way to the center of the room without much suspicion as to their sudden shift in mood. The looks they gave Rarity and Fluttershy were more than enough to affirm things had not gone well at all.

Rainbow had had about enough this evening and decided to head out.

The remaining mares made their way to the upstairs balcony to discuss things in private. Twilight unraveled the still unbelievable story she had to endure. Rarity and Fluttershy were speechless throughout.

“Well...” Rarity said once Twilight had finished, mouth agape, “I suppose this is all for the best then.”

“What pisses me off the most is that—they didn't say anything until it was too late!” Twilight was mad now, the rage and disgust she subdued back at the farm was now making its presence known. “This poor filly—how are we going to tell her?”

“Not anytime soon that's for sure.” Rarity declared, “We have enough on our hooves right now, we don't need another basket case, Scootaloo is enough at the moment.”

She sighed some, that filly had been evading her again. Now that Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle seemed even closer following the fight, the pegasus filly seemed to be going back to her sister, Rarity's place as “mother”, at least in figure and practice was slipping.

“So...when are Apple Jack and Big Mac moving?” Fluttershy asked.

“She said soon,” Twilight recalled, “and frankly I could care less anymore.”

“I think you speak for us all dear.” Rarity assured her, her own look of distaste appeared.

They were silent for a moment as they looked up at the sky, they figured the girls would get curious and so they chose to change the subject.

“On to more....tangible affairs.” Rarity began, “Fluttershy and I have been talking, and if we're actually going to do something about—this whole Celestia mess than we might as well do it now. Rainbow said this fall was going to be short lived and winter was going to be a long one. I sure don't want to be facing the forces of Equestria in a foot of snow.”

Twilight's mind took some time to transcend from the troubles of a filly to the subject at hand, silence proclaiming this more than anything.

“You make a good point. But...do we even have a plan? To charge in their blind would certainly be suicide. And besides, I doubt any subsequent visits to Canterlot will be pleasant for me, that's even if it's permitted.”

“We could ask around Ponyville to see who could help.” Fluttershy suggested.

“We could...but then we'd run the risk of raising some alarm bells, we'd be reported for sure.” Twilight said, “But I guess that's really our only hope isn't it?”

Rarity let out a very large, very unladylike yawn, it was very late. Especially for when she wasn't working.

“I'm so sorry Twilight but, I am much to tired, the girls need some sleep anyway, judging by today they aren't quite used to going back to school. I'm afraid we'll have to finish this tomorrow.”

“I-i have to go too, I'm sure Angel Bunny is very unhappy, why, he hasn't had dinner.” Fluttershy panicked some as she simply flew off the balcony towards her cottage. Rarity and Twilight watched her trail off and then they made their way inside.

The crusaders were still busying themselves on the main floor, play-fighting again.

“Sweetie Belle! Scootaloo!” Rarity called out tiredly, “I'm afraid we are heading home now.”

“Awww!” The three fillies groaned.

“Just a few more minutes?” Sweetie Belle pleaded.

“No Sweetie Belle, it is much too late, you looked far too tired today for you to stay up any later than you already have, come now. I'm not in the mood for negotiation.”

The two girls gave Applebloom a hug and trailed Rarity out the door and back to the Boutique. Twilight sat in the middle of the room. Applebloom came up to her and sat with her. Just when she was in hooves reach, Twilight pulled her into a tight hug, chin resting on the filly's head.

“Applebloom,” she began with a shaky voice, “I-I want you to know no matter what happens, I'm here for you, okay?”

Applebloom was a little startled and weirded out by the while thing but smiled at the reassurance. “Okay Twi, thanks—uhm, ah appreciate it.”

Without thought, Twilight kissed the filly on the head. The moment she realized what she did she feared violent squirming and retaliation, instead she felt two hooves around her and Applebloom's head buried in her chest. A look of happiness and love on her face.

“Thank ya Twi, It...Thank you.”

With the filly cradled in her hooves, the sat there for some time, embracing one another in a spur-the-moment familial love that it seemed both had been wanting for some time now. Applebloom felt pretty happy at this moment, blissfully unaware that Twilight's tears of joy that were matting her mane were in fact, tears of sympathy for a filly whom, until now was regarded as a burden, murderer, no good whining waste of space. She looked down at the cream colored filly who was now pursuing sleep. Applebloom was curled up into a little ball of fur with a bow on top. Twilight wished this moment could last a lifetime.

Meanwhile at the boutique, a similar event was unfolding, Sweetie Belle had opted to sleep with Scootaloo this evening, the darkness she wasn't all that used to frightened her. Thought she still cradled Scootaloo, subconsciously playing the role of a surrogate mother, she clung to the pegasus for safety, she could comfort the filly but only Scootaloo could protect her. She had a bad feeling in her stomach, be it from the food or roughhousing she wasn't too sure but it didn't feel good at all, save the warm orange fur that made the sickly feeling retreat only a moment.

Eviction Notice

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo couldn't quite place a grounded estimate on how long they'd been asleep but it couldn't have been too long, Rarity was screaming about something and essentially dragging them out onto the street.

As their vision began to adjust to these abrupt and unwelcome conditions they noticed they were moving very quickly, they were galloping—toward the exit of Ponyville. They could see debris missing them by mere inches, and if they glanced back, they could see a crowd of very unhappy ponies with torches and pitchforks, hollering obscenities.

It turns out that Spike had recalled seeing Twilight pouting over her conspicuous documents, he wasn't sure what but his vague description of their appearance was more than enough for Celestia to devise a plan: have her weakened, give it time, and then destroy the documents. Twilight wasn't too keen on the idea and therefore was chased down by a spontaneous mob of angry ponies. How they or Rarity were implicated in any of this was beyond the filliy's understanding, and frankly they didn't have the energy to try to figure it out, the running—no sprinting was taking its toll on their tired, aching bodies. They grew scared as the mob drew closer.

“Rarity! What's happening!” Sweetie cried between gasps for air.

“No time! Keep running!” Rarity huffed as she charged forward, seeing her sister was lagging, she magicked her onto her back, Scootaloo managed to keep a decent lead so she continued on her own.

“They tried to torch my library!” Twilight gasped as she galloped like she never galloped before. “They were trying to destroy the papers!”

“TRAITORS!” The crowed roared as they inches even closer. Rarity could feel her hooves growing weaker, she wasn't going on too much longer.

Sweetie Belle, panting madly had a brilliant idea. They were coming onto the entrance of Ponyville, a small bridge that sat over a moat. She smiled as she prepared for her next move. The mob drew closer still, what was a mere fifty yards ahead seemed like an eternity, just a little more. Just as Twilight's back hooves passed the bridge, Sweetie went for it, and sure enough it didn't take long for the bridge to damn near explode from the blaze which was set. The mob stopped dead in their tracks, some hurling their torches and pitchforks at the five who dodged them wildly.

They sedge subsided as Mayor Mare took to the front of the mob.

“We the citizens of Ponyville, upon the orders of the Princess, hereby declare you BANISHED from our village! You have betrayed this kingdom, you have betrayed this town, and are no longer welcome here!”

“YEAH!” The mob chanted.

“Wha-what did we do?!” Applebloom asked, clearly afraid and confused.

The mob simply continued to throw things at them.

“Please! Can't we at least discuss this? Is such a spontaneous act of collective punishment a bit drastic? The fillies at least?”

“No!” The mayor barked, “You have tainted their minds with such horrible traitorous blasphemy there is no hope for their future!”

“This is simply ridiculous!” Rarity lectured, “Why to drag us out of bed, chase us down the street without hearing of our crimes? Did you intend to kill us? What in Equestria has--” She squealed as a flaming torch brushed her coat.

“If you know what is good for you, you will take our show of mercy and will leave at once!” Cheerilee had stepped forward now, she wore a hood.

“Ms Cheerilee?” The crusaders stood stunned and bug-eyed.

“I'm sorry girls.” The teacher stated reluctantly, “It is a shame you have been brainwashed to think such awful things of her highness, but that is no fault of our own. You all have done immeasurable good for this town and that is why we are letting you go.”

“But only if you make haste! Leave the perimeter of Ponyville at once!” The mayor jockeyed for the soapbox again.

“Good my ass! That little shit burnt the bridge!” hollered a random stallion.

“YEAH!” The mob boomed.

“Go! Now!” Cheerilee urged them, Twilight and company made their way into the Everfree Forest. The fillies were beyond crying, once they assumed safety, they plopped to the ground and were bawling.

Twilight and Rarity watched the fillies who had devolved to foals at this point, they looked at each other, than back at the small horizon of orange light that resembled the assembly of pitchforks, it began to dim every so slowly.

They were unable to think of anything to say, it seemed that just moments ago they departed from a beautiful day into a wonderful sleep, that everything was finally on the upswing. Apparently not.

“Well so much for taking Fluttershy's advice.” Twilight said sarcastically.

“What do we do Twilight? I've never been on the run? A Lady must never put herself in such harrowing circumstances! What ever will we eat? Make shelter? Ho--”

“Don't you worry about that Rarity, we'll be fine. We'll just find a place around here—maybe we can find Zecora and she can help us.”

They turned their attention to the fillies who had calmed down and were now staring off towards their former home. If it was jarring and confounding to the mares, it was doing a number and then some on them. The three sat side by side, tails inanimate and faces blank, all gazing at what to them was still just a terrible nightmare that just needed to end. Sweetie Belle finally turned to the other mares and trotted over to them.

“What are we going to do sis? What's a 'traitor'?” She was doing her best to keep her composure.

“Well Sweetie Belle—a traitor is somepony who....somepony who....” Rarity was having difficulty with this, as even she didn't really want to know what it was, though she did, the idea of confirming it would be less than comforting.

“A traitor is someone who goes against the ideals of their society or country.” Twilight assisted, “In our case, we saw things we weren't supposed to see and I would assume whoever saw what we were doing, they saw it as a threat to Equestria itself.”

The unicorn filly looked as if that was decent enough, the other fillies had turned to listen as well though they still sat overlooking the now completely dark horizon that rested over Ponyville.

“So...we're banished?” Sweetie Belle asked, “Ms Cheerilee always told us that that meant you can't go home—that you did something so bad that--” The unicorn filly chocked up again, between the thought of her teacher from moments ago and the realization that this indeed was her fate, she ran into her sister's coat and began to cry again. Rarity held her, shushed her, stroked the sobbing filly's mane, anything to comfort her, though in a way she was trying to comfort herself too. Applebloom had cuddled up to Scootaloo and was crying into her shoulder.

Twilight stood there and observed her friends. She had done this. Had she not ever taken those stupid things so seriously and had them involved, she wouldn't be--

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud rustling from a distance. The second time all the ponies froze in fear. All except for Sweetie Belle who completely lost it.

“I thought they would leave us alone!” Sweetie Belle howled as she trembled violently, clinging to her sister's coat for dear life.

Soon though, the sounds revealed their source, one cyan and one light yellow pegasus came swooping down into the clearing they had found. Fluttershy had obviously shed some tears herself, they must've seen this all play out, helpless as to what to do.

“Oh my goodness, I'm so glad you're all okay!” Fluttershy was still shaken somewhat,

“I guess they were merciful...” Twilight acknowledged, “They could have very easily--” She decided to stop as the fillies were close by and didn't need anything else burdening their heads and their hearts at the moment.

“Merciful?!” Rarity almost snapped, “Are you kidding me? They nearly killed us! If that barbaric, senseless, appalling behavior is what you consider 'merciful' than I'd die before I see what 'justice' is!”

“Probably would have you stupid cunt.” Rainbow muttered,

“Wha—Excuse me? You want to go and call me names you blow-hard! What do you have to loose? Oh that's right—nothing! You live in the clouds for heavens sake! You can just move your pretty little estate wherever you'd like! Me? I have but the fur on my back and my mane! My business? My home? My own parents? Hell for all we know they were part of the mob! And may I add one more thing you self curiousus whore, don't you ever talk to me like that again!”

“Girls! Enough!” Twilight did not was this to escalate.

“Oh buck off!” Rainbow retorted, on her feet now and in Rarity's face, “You of all ponies to call someone else a whore! Ha! Why don't you tell Sweetie Belle about your fantastic little adventure in the back of a rusty carriage huh? All the stallions that slammed you because they knew they could? Little prissy pussy is what they called you and you lived up to it pretty damn well.”

Rarity was just about ready to destroy that smug pegasus then and there and was poising too, when a white unicorn filly stood between them.

“STOP!” The filly was bawling, her voice was cracking at every sound, she hated fighting, and of all times right now. “Both of you please stop!” She broke down again and curled up into a quivering mass on the ground.

Rainbow and Rarity looked at each other shamefully, Rarity leveled down to her sister.

“We're sorry Sweetie Belle, we—it just happens sometimes--”

“Well it doesn't need to happen now dammit!” Scootaloo trotted to her friends side, wings out in full ready to fight whoever got in her way. “Quit acting like foals and let's try to at least make it through tonight!”

The two mares wanted to chastise her on her vulgarity but that would be a opaque act of hypocrisy so they opted otherwise. Rarity took her sister and found a tree to lay next to. She plopped down and pulled her sister beside her. Rainbow Dash on the other hand was glaring at the offensive orange filly who still stood firmly where she was before, now glaring at her with nothing short of a look of disappointment. After awhile Scoots muzzled Rainbow’s hoof.

“I'm sorry.” She said softly, “I-I just don't like seeing Sweetie Belle hurt....i don't like seeing anypony hurt.” Scootaloo herself felt some tears escape her eyes. The older pegasus recoiled her hoof in disgust, this parasite that just told her off is trying to suck up. Scootaloo noticed this and looked up to see the same look of disgust on the cyan pegasus' face.

Fluttershy, sensing trouble gestured Scootaloo to come to where she was. She scooped up the orange filly in her hooves and lay with her as Rarity did with her sister. Rainbow simply pouted and floated up to a high, thick branch of a tree and opted to sleep there.

Twilight cast her gaze to Applebloom who was still sitting at the vantage point, her head lowered now she was obviously crying as well. The mare trotted to her and put a comforting hoof around her.

“Hey.” Twilight began soothingly,

The filly looked up at her, her eyes were gleaming from a fresh stream of tears threatening to surge down her face any moment now.

“We'll be alright.” Twilight brought the filly into a hug where she too let herself succumb to her angst, anger, and depression.

They all eventually found sleep in this happenstanced clearing, none of them wanted to wake up, their lives, their love, their friends, had just been pulled from under them and it seemed that their loose bonds were already being torn at the seams. Still, they managed to find sleep.

A New Challenge Approaches!

Waking up wasn't something anypony wanted to do, and with the way things had went, Applebloom wanted nothing to do with anything. Her sister and brother who once loved her with every fiber of their being now disowned her, the town she grew up in banished her, and the few friends she had looked as if they wanted to be anywhere but together. The farm filly groggily attempted to stand up but noticed a two lavender hooves kept her down, one under her own hoof, and the other around her stomach, it was comfy last night but now she wanted to get moving.

Somehow the filly with the bow managed to move the hooves to free herself without disturbing their owner. She stretched some and then made her way to the center of the clearing. Looking around everypony else was still asleep thought it was easily mid-day. She wasn't sure what to do, where she wanted to go, or why she even cared, however she did not want to be up and around by herself.

She went to where Sweetie Belle was, at some point she broke free of her sister's grip in the night, and nudged her gently. The white unicorn filly rolled the other direction, not wanting anything to do with whomever was impeding on her peaceful sleep. Applebloom, being the stubborn one wasn't having this. She nudged the filly again, this time a little harder. Sweetie Belle finally came to and opened her eyes fully, making a mental note to curse whoever this was. She got up, repeated the same initial routine as Applebloom and sat by her friend. They didn't speak for some time.

“So...” Sweetie Belle began, “What's up?”

“Ah dunno.” The farm filly sighed, “Ah just hate bein' all by mahself in the mornin'.”

“Well, you could've gone back to sleep.” The unicorn said matter-of-fact.

“Ah can't go back ta sleep once I've woken up. Ah've tried, jus' doesn't work.”

They were silent again, shuffling their hooves about, stretching them some to try to feel as awake as possible.

“Ahm bored.” Apple Bloom sighed.

“Me too.” Sweetie Belle groaned. She beamed then at the sudden thought of potential fun. “Let's wake up Scootaloo.”

“Ah woulda but, she's with Fluttershy, and Shy's got her pretty good, you know how scared that pegasus can git, and Scoot's ain't the prettiest patch on the pasture in the mornin'.”

Sweetie Belle could care less, she made had already made her way to where Fluttershy and Scootaloo were nestled by the tree, Scootaloo wrapped in two hooves and a pair of wings, contempt as could be. Sweetie Belle had an idea. Scootaloo liked food, and would most certainly rouse into the day with some snack in hoofs' reach.

Only problem is they didn't have any food. Sweetie felt her tummy rumble itself, she was hungry too.

Applebloom heard her stomach's discontent and hers sang to the same tune, they looked at each other for a second, then Applebloom remembered something. She gestured Sweetie to follow her into the forest.

Sweetie wasn't too sure about leaving the safety of the clearing but Applebloom had surged ahead and so she was left to trot after her.

“Where are we going Applebloom? I don't think we should be out her like this, what if somepony is looking for us?” Sweetie whined.

“Aw don't be such a foal Sweetie.” Applebloom jeered, “Ah remember Twi said somethin' bout' Zecura.”

“The Zebra witch?” Sweetie barely remembered her.

“Sure.” Applebloom said somewhat annoyed, “Ah remember she showed me what ah could eat if ah was ever lost in the forest, ahm sure we can find plenty of stuff ta eat 'round here. She says thick bushes and wild brush means that ain't any ponies been 'round for awhile so there's sure to be somethin'.”

Applebloom and Sweetie Belle continued a bit deeper, Sweetie Belle making a guide in her head as to how to navigate back to the clearing, though she was more interested in food at the moment. She bumped into Applebloom who had stopped.

“What do you see?” Sweetie Belle tried to poke her head over the filly and decided to come to her side instead. What she saw was a very thick scraggly bush with berries of many kinds. She reached out a hoof to take one, though a cream colored hoof smacked it away.

“Now ya can't jus' go an' pick whatever ya see on these here bushes.” Applebloom lectured, “Ya'll hafta know the right ones.”

“So...what are they?” Sweetie Belle was shaking from excitement but deflated some at the idea this wasn't going to be easy.

“Ya can't eat tha black ones 'cause they give ya a tummy ache,” Applebloom went through, explaining the ailments and alleviations each particular berry produced, giving the occasional “safe one” for Sweetie to try, one was rather bitter but the others were sweet and flavorful.

“Wow Applebloom, these are really good!” Sweetie Belle was happy as could be now that she was finally eating something.

“Yeah well, you know...” Applebloom blushed, proud of herself for being the 'big pony' for once.
“It's always good to know what's around these parts just in case.”

The two fillies then worked on detaching the senior branch of the bushel to bring it back in its entirety to the clearing. Sweetie Belle had already weeded out the “bad ones” and so they began assaulting the branch with their teeth until it came loose, then hoisted it on one anther’s back and trotted back to the clearing. Stumbling some trying to stay close but they did it nonetheless.

Sweetie took a hooffull of berries and trotted to Scootaloo, she wasn't that grand with cooking but she could so some basic levitation, she was able to magick the berries up to Scootaloo's nose that automatically detected them. She stirred a bit and lazily opened her eyes to see. She looked up at her pink-manded protector and grimaced. Unlike Applebloom and Sweetie Belle this was going to take some work if she wanted to not wake her.

She looked around for options but she was far too snug. She gently tapped Fluttershy's hooves to wake her up. Much to their surprise Fluttershy woke up rather calmly, she must be too tired to be startled. She got up on her hooves and Scootaloo shot out from her now empty plot and dove into the pile of berries. Making a mess of herself.

“Mm! These are awesome!” Scootaloo grinned, “Where'd you girls find these?”

“Applebloom knew a thing or two about how to find them.” Sweetie gestured a hoof to a grinning Applebloom whose cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

“Now girls, this is very nice and all but you really shouldn't be heading out into the forest by yourselves. Remember what happened when I was foalsitting you girls at my cottage?”

Sweetie and Applebloom nodded, shot down a bit by this. Scootaloo was rather displeased.

“So? I don't see you going out there and bringing us food!” The smaller pegasus growled stamping a hoof for emphasis. “Lay off them we're not even awake yet!”

Fluttershy meekly retreated to the base of the tree and looked on as the fillies gorged on their find. Scootaloo, feeling bad pushed a decent pile in Fluttershy's direction. She silently accepted her apology and ate daintily.

It was some time that the remaining three mares woke from their slumber, Twilight had heard some of the exchange between Scoots and Fluttershy and refused the temptation to wake up then. Rainbow Dash was the only one who had the fortune of waking up on her own terms. By then however, the berries were gone. The ponies below were contempt and simply sat around charring and playing.

“Nice to know you left some for me.” Rainbow Dash grumbled as she plopped on the ground.

Nopony else was in too good of a mood to deal with her grogginess, Scootaloo lead her into the forest to scavenge her own food.

“What do you want brat?” Rainbow hissed, she assumed this was some kind of appeasement.

Scootaloo was put off as well, “Maybe for you to be a little less cranky. Look, here's a bush of berries, don't eat the black ones and you'll be fine.” The filly then made her way back when a cyan hoof tapped her back. She wheeled around to see Rainbow Dash looking at her with a look of shame.

“Ah, sorry kiddo, this whole thing hasn't been too grand for any of us. Besides, I'm not too fun in the morning so for future reference, its best to let me do my thing.”

Scootaloo simply nodded and trotted off back to where the ponies were.

Rarity had eaten with the initial haul as well and was in the process of tediously magicking her mane back into its pristine form, aiding Sweetie Belle as well who in her ill-fated attempts managed to set her own mane on fire. They had managed to find a stream to where they could see their reflection.

“You doing alright Sweetie Belle?” Rarity casually asked,

“I guess.” Sweetie Belle sighed, “I guess things could be worse.”

Her sister simply nodded and put a hoof on her when she had finished her mane, “Twilight will find a way out of this I'm sure, she usually does.” The mare smiled and they both made their way back out.

“Wait, why just Twilight and not us?” Sweetie was curious.

“Well...I'm not really the most resourceful mare this side of the Everfree Sweetie, you of all ponies should know that. I am repulsed by the most mundane things.”

“Yeah but Applebloom found food, and it turns out Scootaloo is great and getting through thick brush and branches, I'm sure we can all work together and make some good come out of all of this.” She smiled at the thought.

Rarity smiled as well, her sister seemed rather confident and optimistic, A far cry from last night where life itself seemed futile and without merit.

Now that they were all fed, awake, and In as pristine form as their conditions allowed, they all sat in a circle around the now fruitless bush and discussed the long term matter at hand.

“I don't suppose anyponmy has any real ideas.” Rainbow Dash began, she wanted to start this conversation assuring her friends she didn't want any part in the planning process.

“Ooh!” Applebloom was excited, this could be her second contribution to the their plight, “We could build our own little house an' live off the land! Ah could help! Ahm really good with buildin' and fixin' things!”

Rainbow Dash couldn't help but snort at the idea of the three fillies micromanaging a home construction project, especially with the scant materials they had. Applebloom deflated some. The silence that followed being a polite rejection.

Twilight looked to Rarity who nodded, much to Sweetie Belle's dismay. Twilight let out a sigh. She opened a saddlebag she mad managed to take with her though the chase and up to this place. Inside were the scrolls and even the book that she had been scrutinizing all this time. There was no going back so why not?

“Or, we could do something great, we may be a meek team but—we could travel to someplace like Manehatten, publish these findings in a book and disperse it throughout--”

Rainbow Dash yawned. “Lame! We're not going all the way to Manehatten just to write a stupid book. We already had one mob too many.”

Scootaloo remembered their excitement from when they had first seen these papers and heard of their taboo accounts.

“Or, we could do what we were gonna do anyway!”

Everypony looked her direction for her to elaborate.

“Well, remember when we said we should be 'Cutie Mark Crusader Freedom Fighters'? Why not go down in history doing the most awesome thing imaginable! Kicking Celestia's flank and saving Equestria!”

“Yeah!” The other two fillies squealed in excitement.

“OK squirt listen.” Rainbow Dash said, suppressing a fit of laughter. “You expect us—just us five to just trot on over to Canterlot, over-throw the crown and everything to go smooth in between?”

Scootaloo deflated, her ears dropped. “Well—it's an idea isn't it! Better than nothing!” She pouted.

“She has a point.” Twilight said, “We really have nothing to loose at this point.”

Rainbow was baffled, “Twi come on, you can't possibly be serious!” Twilight simply nodded.

“I concur.” Rarity stood up, head held high, “If they have the audacity to have us ousted by a band of ignorant cowards than by the heavens we can give them a taste of their own medicine!”

“YEAH!” The three fillies bounced with excitement.

“But uh, just us?” Fluttershy asked.

The excitement deflated back into reality as they realized, there was no way they were going to pull this off alone.

“We are going to need reinforcement.” Twilight acknowledged. “Fluttershy, you're not banished, perhaps you and Rainbow can go to Cloudsdale and recruit some assistance, if any other place in Equestria ought to bare a grudge against all of this it must be them.”

Rainbow busted out laughing, “Oh this is rich! You actually thing the council would take this seriously? I don't think so!”

“Well, what's your alternative then?” Rarity snapped.

“Yeah Rainbow Crash, you seem scared,” Scootaloo mocked.

Being cornered by Rarity was one thing, being called her least favorite name by her former 'number one fan' was the straw that broke the ponies back. “I got nothin'.” She shot a glare of hate Scootaloo's way who shrunk back into the other two fillies.

“I guess it's worth a shot.” Fluttershy said.

“There's the attitude!” Twilight beamed, “Now all we have to do now is figure out how we're going to make this work! We all need to comb over these pages and brainstorm some ideas, then we can come up with the most effective way forward.”

“YAY!” the fillies squealed. “CUTIE MAR--” they stopped some, cutie marks were kinda lame now but they shrugged, it worked. “CUTIE MARK CRUSADER FREEDOM FIGHTERS—ya!”

Rainbow Douche

The plan was this: Twilight, the crusaders, and Rarity would slowly inch their way through the Everfree to the base of Canterlot mountain, where, assuming Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy had done their job, an armada of pissed of Cloudsdalians would be ready and waiting to aid them in their sacking of Canterlot. Everypony had the aura of intimidation by the whole thing, one slip and the whole plan could be in shambles and their flanks obliterated, however, at this point, sans the two pegasai, they had nothing to loose, except each-other.

Rainbow Dash, with a squeamish and absurdly paranoid Fluttershy were well on their way to Cloudsdale, considering this was the time of year it floated near Ponyville. Rainbow was somewhat concerned as well, the last thing they needed was to have all of Equestria hunting them down, guilty by association. They made their way down to the landing area at the edge of the downtown portion of the floating city. A majestic array of cloud-carved buildings, boasting a vast variety of shapes, deformities, dispositions, and decorations populated the skyline with color, lights, and a general feeling of superiority to the rest of Equestria, certainly Ponyville.

“So Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy began meekly as the trotted into the street, bustling with pegasai, “What should we do first?” Twilight’s initial plan required the two go on a diplomatic mission of sorts. With Rainbow's reputation and Fluttershy's charisma among other things, the unicorn was certain they could get the job done and amass a gathering of support. Though that was the farthest from Dash's mind at the present.

“Yeah, I dunno—But I do know one thing!” She said, detouring towards a renowned and revered diner at the center of the city, “I'm hungry!”

“Oh but Rainbow, Twilight said we need to--” Fluttershy panicked. Rainbow stopped a hoof on her mouth.

“Relax.” Rainbow smiled reassuringly, “We can get this boring stuff done soon, besides, at the rate they were going today, it's going to be awhile before they even get to the south end of Rambling Ridge.”

“Oh—I guess you're right.” Fluttershy surrendered.

They entered the sparsely packed diner, the prominent sounds were the busywork in the kitchen and some light music playing from a jukebox on the opposite side of the restaurant, tucked between two booths. Rainbow picked the one with a window facing the street outside, it was furthest from any other ponies, and was right next to the phonograph—she could use some relaxing tunes.

To Rainbow's chagrin, the only staffer who seem to recognize her, at least enough to proclaim her presence to his staff as a euphemistic order of encouragement, was the manager, Brice.

“Ah Dash! Been awhile kiddo.” Brice had a rather husky voice, not old by any means but was at least a decade senior of Rainbow and Fluttershy.

“Heh, you can say that again.” Rainbow chuckled, “How's business?”

“Oh, you know—the usual. About this time everypony who can scoots out of here for a vacation.” He laughed, “I'll get one of my stallions to come take your order. See ya around!” Brice disappeared into the kitchen and, within minutes, a pimply faced youthy stallion emerged. This was obviously a rookie. Rainbow Dash was going to have some fun.

“W-wel-welcome to Poseidon’s Perch, today's special is--” Rainbow shushed him with a delicate hoof.

“Whoa there stud, slow down a bit, I was busy admiring a handsome young stallion and didn't quite catch what you said.” The stallion turned beat red, trembling some now.

“Than—Are you ready to order?” The stallion was still trembling.

“No need to rush, I was kind enjoying your company.” Rainbow Dash was playing this for some reason, Fluttershy wasn't sure why but she had some kind of endgame.

“The boss doesn't like me idling too long--” He jerked his head back to see the door to the kitchen was closed. “--I'm almost off son so I guess I can chat a bit.” He cleared is throat and did his best to straighten out.

“Ooh, almost off hm?” Rainbow seductively ran a hoof through his mane. Neither of the mares bothered to look down slightly, they knew enough by the look on his half petrified, half dreamy face.

“You cut me some slack and I'll give you something in return.”

What in Equestria are you doing Rainbow Dash?! Fluttershy thought frantically, she wasn't about to entertain a stallion who was likely a teenager, she knew Rainbow Dash would sidestep the kid and make Fluttershy responsible for doing whatever she wanted the stallion to think Dash herself was going to do. Fortunate though, she abstained from further teasing, at least for now.

“Yeah I'd like one of your deluxe bacon burgers, a large order of hay fries, and a smoothie.” Rainbow then turned her gaze to Fluttershy.

“And you ma'm?” The stallion asked, a crack in his voice.

“Oh—uh, well..” Fluttershy had been fixated on Rainbow's strange ploy and hadn't glanced at the menu. The stallion panicked, worried he had upset her, and therefore killed whatever chance he allegedly had with this wonderful cyan pegasus he had heard so much of. Rainbow saw it in his eyes and gave him a look of slight disdain.

“Well, don't worry ma'm, take your time—I'll go get your order ready Ms.” The stallion stumbled into the kitchen as Fluttershy looked up from her menu. She wanted to know what her friend was up to.

“Oh relax Fluttershy, I don't have any bits and neither do you. We play it cool, score some free grub, a hotel, and then we do all the egghead mumbo jumbo Twilight was yacking about.”

“It seems awfully mean Rainbow Dash, taking advantage of a teenager.” Fluttershy was of no mood to scold or scowl, but she did have a look of disappointment.

“Well do you have any food? How about a place to crash? Didn't think so so let me do the work here and you can do all the work there okay?” Rainbow was frustrated by her friend's natural apathetic slant.

“Speaking of which,” Fluttershy began, “You and Scootaloo don't seem to be getting along.” She didn't intend to broach something like this but anything to take her mind off of Dash's little game and onto their pertinent and important matters at hoof was welcome.

“Pssh, that whiny little brat?” Rainbow huffed, “She's the most annoying filly I've ever met! I can see why she's an orphan, if I were her parents I woulda bailed to.” She didn't mean any of this of course bit she was on a roll. Might as well have some fun with Flutters too.

“Rainbow Dash!” Fluttershy hissed, “How could you say such a thing! She thinks the world of you! You are to her what the Wonderbolts are to you!”

“Yeah well at least I have a shot at the Wonderbolts—that squirt? She can't even fly!” Rainbow shook from suppressed laughter, “The little flank-face can't even hover for more than a minute! When I was her age I was doing laps around Cloudsdale at wicked speeds, even you were all over the place. Her? She's a lost cause.” There was a hint of truth there.

“You don't mean that.”

“Why do you care about her so much? I don't. All we need to worry about is us Fluttershy, this whole thing goes down, I don't want to be stuck with three blanks flanks, a librarian, and—whatever the hell Rarity is.”

Fluttershy was appalled, Rainbow was amused. Neither of them spoke as they were served their food and ate, Fluttershy was disgusted at what she had heard.

They then left the diner, with Rainbow's new “date”. They were able to push their tab his way and were now en-route to a hotel. Rainbow's play was that they needed a place to stay and would “meet him there later” Reality being of course that they were going to depart ways at the wrong hotel, and of course, would never see him again—or that was the plan anyway.

Fluttershy looked out the window of their room, it was getting dark, the sun was descending, now below Cloudsdale, producing a pink glow on the horizon, a pleasant view. Though Fluttershy worried about her friends more than anything.

Filly With The Bow

Back on land, the sunset was still high enough to paint a frayed but striking gradient of gentle blue fading into a dreamy orange-pink blend, complemented by the bright, golden sun that sat behind the shadowed trees and mountains on the horizon.

Twilight and company had managed to find a cave, vacant, and near a clearing no less. This of course following a few hours of pouting, whining, and grumpy fillies, more than anxious to catch some shut-eye.

Twilight had constructed a small fire-pit in the center of the clearing, with some assistance from Applebloom; Rarity and Sweetie Belle were tracing the edges of the clearing to find some leaves and straw to make hasty little mattresses for their damp little cave. Scootaloo was sitting in between it all, musing over one thing and one thing only.

What did I do to Rainbow Dash? The pegasus thought. She knew enough that the mare didn't hate her, though she certainly confided in the safety of her head that she could be persistent and annoying, she failed still to grasp what horrible, inexplicable thing she did to make her idol her antagonist.

Applebloom watched her feathered friend, whist monitoring the slowly evolving fire in the center of a small dirt enclave she and Twilight had created.

“Ya think she's alright?” Applebloom looked to her unicorn guardian, “She looks awful worried about somethin'”

Twilight had yet to see Scootaloo's internal struggle...shown clearly by her cold face, and her eyes gleaming in concentration. “Hmmmm” The unicorn thought, “Perhaps you should go ask her?”

Applebloom simple chuckled, How did ah not think a that? She asked herself as she gingerly trotted to her friend's side.

Twilight looked on and smiled gently as she knew Applebloom cared deeply for her friends, it was likely just foalish business anyway. She turned back to the fire that had grown, Sweetie Belle had gone to the cave with Rarity who looked ready to call it a night as well. Twilight was busying her thoughts as well, amongst the pollution of determination, resentment, fear, and elaboration that swirled around, one more sentimental thing managed to claim the top tier of her thoughts.

When should she know?

Applebloom had yet to be told of her senior sisters' putrid portrayal of her, not did she have the slightest inclination that her siblings had held an awful undertow of hate and disdain for all of her life, for all the filly knew, they were just going through hard times and things would get better. Even after their eviction from town, she was sure her sister and Big Mac were looking for her.

She still loved them, and believed that they felt the same. Twilight could tell as she had not heard one syllable of lament or disappointment about the Apple Family from the filly with a bow, in fact she had managed to tangle herself in the notion that the drunken assault was “just an accident.”

The lavender unicorn's flurry of conscience concern was halted as Rarity sat beside her. Sweetie Belle was nowhere to be seen—likely asleep in the cave.

“This is quite the impressive ember Twilight I must say.” The white unicorn complemented.

“Oh well, don't rush to credit me for all of it.” Twilight laughed, “Applebloom had a hoof in a lot of this.” Both mares turned to watch the cream and orange filly, side by side discussing something. Though their hushed voices, distance, and the crackling of the embers made it unintelligible.

A look of concern came about Rarity's face. “Do you know what they are talking about?”

“I'm afraid not.” Twilight sighed, turning back to the fire. “Applebloom was initially concerned and I suggested she go talk with her—try to see what's up.”

“I feel like a terrible mother.” Rarity said, “I've been with my sister all evening and have hardly given her any attention....perhaps that is it?”

“I don't think so Rarity, it has been pretty crazy after all, maybe she's just deep in thought—I think we've all had our fair share of that.”

“Too true.” Rarity admitted, “I hope Fluttershy and Rainbow are alright.”

“I'm sure they'll do fine.” Twilight concluded as she inched back from the ever warming fire.

The two fillies had parted from their talk and were now sitting by their respective chaperones. Applebloom sat next to Twilight, in awe of the blaze before them, while Scootaloo was tucked into Rarity's hooves, silent, but her look suggested that she wasn't too contempt with the day's events.

Rarity gave the filly some time to cradle into her hooves and rest her head into her fur, she too was now looking at the fire, Rarity turned her gaze down to a purple mane.

“Scootaloo dear is something wrong? You see....You don't seem to happy.”

Scootaloo let out a sigh before turning to face Rarity, “I am, but it's okay now.” She put on a weak smile, hoping to evade inquiry but that wasn't happening.

“Sweetie, you just seem downtrodden and sad...you know you can talk to mommy about anything that's troubling you.” Rarity bit her tongue, 'Mommy'. Yes Rarity, let us embarrass her and make her to be a fail in front of our friends, what an effective means to an end.

Scootaloo didn't seem to mind, “I'm sacred Rari—Mom. We aren't going to make it are we?”

“Darling what makes you think that? I certainly have never gotten the impression...despite everything that has happened...I thought you were eager to embark on this adventure?” Rarity put on a warm smile and pulled the filly to her chest, stroking her mane.

Scootaloo surrendered to her coddling for a few moments, it was nice to have some positive, comforting attention from Rarity. Though the words of her adoptive mother weren't putting her concerns to rest.

“But what if we fail? What if we get caught and are banished from Equestria?” Scootaloo whined, these last few days had proven not so great between the idol and her number one fan.

“Scootaloo, I won't let that happen to you. We won't get 'caught' but in the chance we are less than successful, you and Sweetie Belle, and Applebloom will be safe from harm.” The unicorn ran out of words, she wasn't really sure how to make the filly happy with this, It seemed a rather rough and bold thing for her to say, especially considering her own druthers.

“Are you sure?” Scootaloo asked, her eyes large and beady with concern.

“I know so Scootaloo. I am your mother, it is my duty to protect you, you and Sweetie Belle, I won't let anypony hurt you.” Rarity lifted the filly to her back hooves so she was eye level with a sitting Rarity, she pulled Scootaloo into a tight hug.

Twilight could hear a slight sniffling sound emanating from her left. She turned from the scene before her to see Applebloom, tears trickling down her face. Her head turned slightly to avoid making eye contact and ruining this moment. Rarity and Scootaloo must have noticed as well as they had concluded their embrace and were looking at her as well.

“What's wrong Applebloom?” Scootaloo asked innocently.

The farm filly was stunned to have summoned their attention, she looked over at her friend, revealing the extent of her sobbing, but attempted to supplant the notion she was fine.

“Ah—Ahm fine Scoots, d-don't worry 'bout me.” She lied.

Scootaloo took her friends' word and returned to being wrapped in her mothers' embrace, though Rarity kept an eye in the cream colored fillys' direction.

Applebloom shivered from her suppressed sobbing, finally blurting out her tremulous torment,

“AH MISS MAH SISTER!” She whaled as she melted into Twilight's hooves, bawling like a foal.

“Ah miss her, ah miss her, ah miss her!” She screamed, muffled by Twilight's fur. A chill ran down Twilight's spine. It was do or die, and this was going to be a pretty dangerous ride. She looked to Rarity, affirming that she was going for it. Rarity decided to get Scootaloo to bed while this unfolded as to prevent the filly from innocently injecting her bias into the issue.

Twilight waited until the two were well into the cave and lifter Applebloom's head so her soggy face was staring at her.

“Applebloom...” Twilight chocked some, “We need to talk about something....” She was already slipping. The whole monologue she had assembled in her head vanished, never to be reclaimed again.

The filly simply sniffled and looked at her, “What is it?”

Twilight let out a heavy sigh, she wasn't sure how to go about this, and frankly she didn't want to—though there was no turning back, if she didn't say it now, she wouldn't have the courage to say it again.

“Well, your sister and your brother....they....wanted you gone.” Twilight cursed herself. So, I see we're just going to throw the frigid water right from the get-go? Smooth Twilight. real smooth.

Much to her surprise, the filly was sitting now, listening.

“...When she hurt you that night, it wasn't an accident...Well....I talked to her shortly before we...left. The things she said to me, well they were just terrible.”

Applebloom was worried, but not for the reasons that Twilight had hoped, she didn't want to have to spell it out for her. The filly panicked, a million things met her mind at once.

“Wha? Is she sick too? Is Big Mac dead? Sweet Apple Acres gonna close down? Wha-” The filly's barrage of questions was hushed by a lavender hoof.

“There are times when....there is a pony in your life you don't like, that has done you ill and you don't like them at all, but you....pretend, you pretend to because deep down inside you don't want to hurt them—not because you love them, but because—well—because it wouldn't look good otherwise.”

Silence ruled for a few moments, Applebloom trying to understand what she heard and Twilight trying to understand what she just said.

“Applejack hates you?” Applebloom asked, “All of you? Fer that stuff y'all found?”

Well shit. Twilight thought, she was suddenly very tired. I really, really didn't want to have to say it.
Her mind tripped and her mouth trampled it and left it in the dust, courtesy of an unknown burst of desperation:

“They hate you.” Twilight went cold realizing she just said that aloud.

Applebloom sat there for a moment, no real emotion present on her face, however, Twilight didn't have muich time to really gauge her response for she was on her back, a furious filly on top of her.

“You're a LIAR!” Applebloom growled, “Mah sister don't hate me you..you monster!”

The filly was surprisingly strong, not Scootaloo's level by any means but it surprised Twilight for sure.

“Ah can't believe you'd say somethin' like that! Ah thought you cared 'bout me!” A blind fury was boiling, bursting at the seams and threatened to pulverize the lavender unicorn below that had just delivered the ultimate shock to her conscience, her very sense of self.

“Applebloom get off me!” The unicorn demanded, the filly didn't listen instead she punched the unicorn in the face, now crying and attacking the unicorn. This of course came to an abrupt end when a white filly dove from out of nowhere and tackled the cream filly to the ground. An orange filly quickly scampered to the toppled filly's side, aiding in her restraint.

“Yer a LIAR Twilight! I hate you!” The red-maned filly screamed violently as she thrashed about, trying to free herself from her friends' hold.

“Oh really?” Twilight was equally furious, “Someone who loves you lets you starve? Beats you? Nearly kills you? All because they're depressed? You think a pony does that for no reason? Applebloom listen to me! They had resentment for you since you we--”

“SHUT UP!” the filly kept screaming, still not free from the two fillies straining to pin her down, Scootaloo now on to of her stomach with Sweetie on her back hooves.

“--since you were born...” Twilight continued as if nothing happened, “Your mother died giving birth to you—they blamed you for it and hated you for taking their mother away. She said it herself: 'The only reason I didn't kill her is because I wasn't drunk enough to do it'” Paraphrasing and tossing a salad of quotes for sure but it did sum up the conversation at the farm pretty well...or as well as her tepid rage would allow. They were all tired, all irritated, and had zero tolerance for anything at this point.

Applebloom stopped her resistance, she stopped screaming. It hit her. It took being tackled, screamed at, and making a total foal of herself but it hit her. She was by no means stupid, though her ignorance and blissful aspiration for a perfect life with her perfect family was prior to now, violently evading any remote recognition or even acknowledgment of what Twilight was saying.

In her mind it came down to this: They did treat her horribly, for weeks, neither of them did anything about it. When she fled the house, they never sent her an apology, never asked about her. She had never heard anything suggesting that they even cared she had left. Then, a cold, stinging string of words rattled in her mind, every reverb was another chisel at her shield of denial,

“Y'all get, I don't ever wanna see you again, an I don't ever wanna hear from you again, I fucking hate you, so does Big Mac, you ain't never been good for nothin'!.....”

This string of hatred, rejection, a confirmation of all the unbelievable things Twilight had said, collaged with the memories of a dark room, blood, mercy—on her part. The switch.... her defense was gone. This was real, it was true, and there was not a thing in the world she could do about it. Pure shock took control, she lay, mentally paralyzed on the ground, quivering with tears streaming down her face again. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle eased off slowly and looked at her with concern.

“Come now girls, let Twilight handle this now.” Rarity whisked the two back into the cave.

Applebloom still lay right where she was, spitting out an occasional crying sound, still too rattled to open her mouth, move, anything. Twilight slowly approached her, lifted her, and pulled her into a hug, wrapped tightly in her hooves, the filly released, screaming, sobbing, whaling. All the pent up confusion, horror, pain came barreling out in one hostile marathon of tears.

After what seemed like an eternity, still shaken, Applebloom looked up at Twilight, her voice trembled as she cautiously posed her question.

“You still love me don't you Twi?”

Twilight had tears in her eyes as well. She smiled as did the filly. “Yes.”

“Thank you.....Ah love you too.”