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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…
    • when one is sick, one goes to the forest to die

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      by Monochromatic If the four kingdoms had a single thing in common, it was this:  When a pony was sick or dying of a disease that could not be cured, they were to travel to the forest in the middle of the four territories alone to die. Good medical care was rare and expensive, and it was simply not worth risking everypony else.So, young or old, noble or not, if you were sick and could not be cured, you had to go.  This had been the way for as long as anypony alive remembered.  Allegedly, a creature…
    • 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…
    • III. #DE4C8A [1st Draft / Supporter Locked]

      by Monochromatic If her conversation with Rarity at the boutique helped in any way, Twilight sure didn’t feel like it. If anything, it seemed to have made things worse.  The weeks after, at the train station, Twilight noticed Rarity seemed much more preoccupied with conversing with her friend than actually searching for her ‘soulmate’, if she even went to the train station at all. More often than not, it seemed, the unicorn would change course last minute, insisting Twilight and she go do something else…
    • 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…
    • The Tavern down the Road

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      by Monochromatic Her hooves in searing pain with every step they took down the icy, lonely road, Princess Rarity could only think that she’d not expected hell to be this cold.  The cold felt like death. There was truly no other way to describe it, biting every part of her it could touch, sneaking in through every exposed part of the torn, dirty coat Rainbow Dash had managed to find for her.  “Princess,” Rainbow begged, alarm crystallized in every syllable, “please, just—” “Diamond Star,”…
    • The Great Snowstorm

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      by Monochromatic In the depths of despair, you look towards the suffocating crevice lying before you. You can turn back, coward that you are, and return to a life of certainty. Or, if you so choose, you can take a step forward and fall; knowing not if you'll live or die, but knowing you did what many fear. What will you do, Your Majesty? ✶✶✶✶✶ It had been five weeks since the Great Snowstorm had made the Kingdom its home. From inside the warm royal chamber, Princess Rarity’s bodyguard stared out the…
    • 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.…
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