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// Suspect Fluttershy 
// Story: The Mysterious Death Of The Wonderbolt Leader 
// by RikaChan 
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	Twilight walked back into court with Caramel. He was the prosecutor today because Twilight was someone else's lawyer. “Welcome back Detective Twilight Sparkle and Mr. Caramel.” Pinkamena Diane Pie’s voice welcomed them, but not in a very warm way.
“Thank you,” said Twilight and Caramel in unison. They both sat down at their stands. As if to welcome Twilight - once again in a very cold way - Spitfire walked up to Twilight.
“Rarity murdered my lawyer, and now I have no lawyer! What am I supposed to do if there is no one to defend me? Are you just going to throw me in to jail? That's not fair!"
“Please, calm down Spitfire. We cannot be sure that it was Rarity who murdered her. Anyone could have just left the corpse there so that it looked like Rarity did it. And weren't there were four Wonderbolts before Rainbow Dash got in?” Twilight was trying to stay calm.
“Oh…” Spitfire hadn’t thought of that before. “But she’s a really slow runner…the only reason why she is a Wonderbolt is because she was Soarin’s friend since kindergarten.”
“This isn’t a running competition Spitfire. This is a trial.”
Spitfire grunted and stormed off. Twilight sighed with relief.
“Fluttershy, please take your place on the stand.” said the judge. A timid pony slowly walked over to the stand, her gaze never leaving the ground.
“What were you doing on the day of the murder?” asked Caramel.
“I...I was...I was just talking to Soarin’...and I-I know who the-” Fluttershy was sort of crouch hiding behind the stand. She had never been to court before, and she didn’t like it when everyone was staring at her…the big doors opened as Twilight came in with a girl that had blue and white hair, wearing a purple magician’s hat and cape. No one had noticed that Twilight had left, only when she returned did they take note of her absence.
“What is Trixie doing here again?” the girl asked Twilight.
“You are here as a lawyer for Spitfire.” Twilight replied.
“Oh. Trixie doesn’t know anything about being a lawyer, and Trixie was just in the middle of another one of her magic shows!”
“Ok Trixie, I’m sorry but Spitfire really needs you right now, and this is about the murder of your friend from kindergarten, Soarin’.”
“Soarin’? He died?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. Trixie didn’t expect Soarin’ to die.”
“Well, he was murdered. In fact...where were you on October 14th?”
“I was doing one of my magic shows.”
“Please sit down Trixie, there is a seat over there for you.”.
Trixie walked over to the seat, still looking pretty clueless.
“In case you were wondering,” Twilight told everyone, “This is Trixie Lulamoon, Spitfire’s new lawyer.” Gasps went around the room. Everyone knew Trixie, she was a famous magician. She travelled around the world, but now days she spent most of her time here. Magicians were popular in here. But she had never been to court before. Spitfire sunk down in her chair. She didn’t want a stupid magician as her lawyer...she wanted someone who could really defend her. Why couldn't she just be her own lawyer? That way everything would be much more simple...she really hated court, and trials, and death, but most of all, she hated Detective Twilight Sparkle. She thought that she was the best and blah blah blah...well she was going to prove her wrong.