Cheerilee paced around her cottage; it felt like years since she'd sent Derpy to retrieve Applebloom. Where was she now? Perhaps the spell had worn off?
No. Impossible! She'd done a thorough job of breaking Derpy, she knew it. She didn't spend all those years in the coven practicing mind-breaking just to have it all go to Tartarus. She had to have faith in her abilities. Even if she wasn't a unicorn, magic wasn't impossible. Unless, of course, the princesses found out.
But she had to push that out of her mind. It would only make her faith waver. And that was something she couldn't afford to happen. Not like last time. Not again.
Walking over to a table nearby, she stared longingly at a picture of a former class of hers, but one student stood out; an adorable blue filly with white-silver locks. She looked so happy and carefree, but the fate that befallen her made Cheerilee remember why she was doing this in the first place.
"I'm going to fix this," she promised.
"I'm going to do what I couldn't do for you."
All of a sudden, the door flung open and there was the mail ponybot herself, carrying Applebloom.
"Take her upstairs," she ordered Derpy who obeyed immediately.
Cheerilee smiled as she followed the mail pony.
"Time for round 2."