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// 6. Rare 
// Story: Twist 
// by pinklover12 
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All mysterious and magical fashion-finding spirit quests have to end sometime, right?

My horn, enveloped in its usual blue glow, had been (involuntarily and quite literally) dragging me along through the whole of Equestria all night, and the sun had just risen.

I dearly wished my horn would find my destiny for me soon, or I would miss the play! Then again, with the horrid costumes I'd designed I wouldn't mind missing it anyway.

But there were more pressing matters than the play. My parents would be looking for me by now! And my mane wasn't going to brush itself. Ugh, I felt a twinge of internal pain as my blue gaze shifted to my purple, frizzy, and once-elegant coif.

I was forcefully jolted back to reality when I was slammed into a very hard surface, and my guiding magic immediately halted.

What...? I slowly got back to my feet after being knocked down, and rubbed my aching horn, blue eyes still closed in a minute-long flinch.

Even before I opened my eyes, I knew that my destiny awaited oh so near! Yes, my destiny! It must have be something to do with my love of fashion, and maybe even my cutie mark itself!

I opened my eyes slowly, and they grew wide at the sight in front of me. My destiny! My destiny was... a rock?

What? The sight in front of me was indeed a huge and towering boulder, perched on the edge of the mountain peak my horn had dragged me to. But seriously, a rock?

"A rock? That's my destiny?" I screamed to nopony. "What is your problem, horn? I followed you all the way out here for a rock?" I felt an uncontrollable anger building up inside of me. "Dumb rock!" I screamed, as the blue aura enveloped my horn once again.

I was acting on impulse, if anything at all. Right now I was a creature of anger, and a creature of magic. I channeled all my energy into my horn, and in turn into the rock. I wrapped it in my powerful blue mist, and forcefully thrust it above my head!

Then, with an allmighty scream, I tore it to pieces.

The drab grey rock exploded above my head, shattering into thousands - millions of tiny, glittering shards of pure color!

I stared in wonder, all my anger absent, as the shower of beautiful crystals rained down upon me, some still bursting in fireworks above my head.

I felt a tingling feeling in my flank, and I turned my head to see what it was.

My cutie mark! It was beautiful!

A wonderful, glittering starburst of colors, exploding forever onto the white of my flank.