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    • Part II

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      by Monochromatic Deep in the capital, tucked away in an alley not oft frequented, was a quiet little library known as The Whispering Pages. Run by a skeleton crew of three, the Whispering Pages saw very little activity, hidden away as it was. Those that came to it—usually scholars and the like— went for a reason: to research, to study, and more often than not, for the past year she’d worked there, they came to ask Rivermoon questions.  Of all the ponies ever employed at the library, Rivermoon was by far the…
    • what have we become

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      by Monochromatic Just tell me, oh, tell me the truthTell me you're too scared to loseEverything that we madeWhile our dreams wash away in the rainDarling, oh, what did you do, love? If my life in the future was plagued by isolation, my return to the present was everything but. If it wasn’t my friends coming to see me daily, it was my parents and my sister, the latter having been allowed to live in my boutique when just the notion of being separated from me after her first visit sent her into a full-blown panic…
    • Part I

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      by Monochromatic For a guard who’d killed her king in cold blood, Twilight Sparkle was living a relatively happy life.  Certainly, she couldn’t see, and she was a wanted criminal, and the most important being in her life was an undead creature—also a wanted criminal—masquerading as a normal pony, but even in spite of all this, she was happy.  She quite liked her situation. She could like it for the rest of her life, in fact. Just her and her Lady and a quiet future stretching out.  If she…
    • Part III

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      by Monochromatic The Lady’s house was sparsely decorated.  It looked very much like the one North and Twilight were staying in, containing nothing more than a kitchen, a table, and a small couch. It wasn’t decorated in any significant way—if at all, honestly—which bothered Twilight more than she’d expected. Just because the Lady was blind didn’t mean she couldn’t have a nice home.  Beyond that, the only significant difference between her home and Twilight’s was a second closed room, which…
    • heard you like magic

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      by Monochromatic Blending in a crowd of costumed people outside the club, Applejack waved at Rarity from within the constraints of her full suit of knight armor (sans visor). “Rarity!” Rarity wasted no time rushing towards her, past a group of drunken pirates flirting with aliens, and when Applejack opened her arms for a comforting hug, she was grateful to fall into them. “Oh, thank God you were here,” she sniffled, the affectionate, tight hug enough to break down the wall she’d built on the walk there.…
    • Part IV

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      by Monochromatic It took them three days to make it to the village, following directions given to them by Incantation. No direct roads ran there; they cut across open country and under the eaves of the great forest, a cloak hiding Mender’s form. Twilight stuck closer to Mender than her own shadow, eyes ever-open for any impediment in her path, any roots, any abrupt dips or hazards that could take the creature by surprise. Their progress was slow but steady. Both she and Mender could endure a long day’s travel,…
    • [4/4] maybe death is like falling asleep

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      by Monochromatic I.No one commented on Twilight’s silence during dinner.She would have liked to think it was because they thought she was tired, but she knew better than that. Maybe Incantation might think that, but she’d seen Princess Luna and Primrose speaking. She couldn’t imagine Princess Luna hadn’t said something, even if she hoped the more personal details had been kept private.  She didn’t want Primrose to know what she felt. It shamed her just to think of the elderly mare knowing how deeply hurt…
    • Abuela is on the case!

      by Monochromatic Today we find the elderly Hortensia “Abuela” Mondragon in her most natural and comfortable state: being a relentless busybody.  Standing thin and tall under the frame of the kitchen door, wearing her Wednesday best, Abuela takes in the state of affairs through her thick, blue glasses: the counters piled with ingredients in varying states of preparation; a cookbook titled ‘America Does Have a Cuisine’ propped open to a meatloaf recipe; and, most importantly, her fellow elder Po Po—short…
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