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I wake up the next morning feeling… surprisingly well-rested. No aches from running myself into the dirt during the race, no immediate life-threatening hunger pangs, and—most notably—no Twilight Sparkle standing over me with a checklist, ready to force-feed me responsibility.
All in all, a good...
The diner is just as Pinkie promised—cozy and bustling with energy. Ponies fill the booths and tables, laughing and chatting as plates of food are carried out by cheerful servers. The smell of sizzling hay patties, fries, and baked desserts fills the air, making my stomach growl again.
We...
The morning comes slowly, sunlight filtering in through the bright white windows of the H.A.R.D.I.S. As usual, the windows don't offer a view of the outside world, just their perpetual glow. It's oddly comforting—like being in a bubble disconnected from everything else.
I stretch lazily in bed...
The breakfast concludes with a final exchange of reassurances, promises, and my half-hearted attempts to wriggle out of the task again. Celestia remains serene, Luna smug and teasing as ever. It's a relief when the conversation shifts to my departure.
Celestia stands as the carriage is...
As the crowd's cheers continue to echo through the coliseum, I exit the arena. Immediately outside I see a grand royal carriage waiting just beyond the arena gates. It's a polished masterpiece, adorned with golden filigree and pulled by four pristine white pegasi guards. Celestia waits patiently...
The remaining matches in the second round proceed without much fanfare, the contenders engaging in duels that showcase their skill and creativity but lack the raw spectacle of the earlier fights. As the dust settles and the arena is prepared for the semifinals, I find myself standing in the...
Threadmarks: The Price Of Haste Is Paid In Failure
As I step out of the school's grand hall, the cool evening air greets me like a reminder that the day is finally over. My legs ache, my mind feels like a tangled web of spells and strategies, and all I want is a quiet place to sit and unwind.
But then I see it—a gleaming golden chariot parked...
The chariot ride to the School for Gifted Unicorns is mercifully short, but my discomfort grows with every passing second. When we arrive, the sight of the massive building—its pristine towers, manicured grounds, and polished stone façade—makes my stomach twist. It's exactly the kind of place...
The H.A.R.D.I.S.feels unusually cold as I step inside. The weight of the day's events presses down on me like a lead blanket. My legs ache, my horn throbs, and my chest feels hollow. I don't bother turning on the lights. The faint glow of the floating orbs overhead is enough to guide me to my...
The next morning, I wake up to the soft glow of the floating orbs overhead, my brain already buzzing with the same relentless thoughts that plagued me all night. No dreams, no peace, just endless circling questions.
Rolling out of bed, I grab a sheet of paper from the desk in the corner...
I wake up to the warm light of dawn filtering through the curtains of the master bedroom. For a moment, I lie still, letting the comfort of the bed lull me into staying put. But the quiet buzz of thoughts about the Archmage Test, the experiments, and everything else pulls me up. Four days until...
The thought of finally having a real place to stay, one that isn't a cramped inn room, sparks a faint glimmer of satisfaction. Potentially a thousand bits a month and a house? If nothing else, I'm finally catching a few breaks.
I weave through the crowd, scanning for Mayor Mare. She's easy to...
The Everfree Forest looms ahead, dark and foreboding. The air feels heavier the moment we step beneath the canopy, the warmth of the festival replaced by a chilling dampness. The shadows stretch longer, twisting unnaturally as the faint moonlight filters through the dense leaves above. Every...
Threadmarks: Well, Well, If It Isn't The Consequences Of My Own Actions.
I wake up to the sound of muffled voices and hoofsteps outside my room. Sunlight filters through the cracks in the shutters, and for a brief moment, I lie there, trying to convince myself I don't have to get up. But the Summer Sun Celebration is tonight, and I don't have the luxury of...
As I approach the office, I notice the door is already ajar. My ears perk up, and my steps slow. My stomach tightens as I push the door open fully.
Inside, Mayor Mare stands near my desk, flipping through a stack of papers with her usual air of authority. She looks up as I enter, her oversized...