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// The Epilogue Everyone is Going to Love (but Will Hate Me Forever for Writing) 
// Story: More than Meets the Ear 
// by MrAskAPirate 
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The sounds of gunning engines and thumping dubstep faded into the distance, leaving behind a still silence that belied the destruction the Starswirl Amphitheater had endured that night. Many moments passed with only a light breeze to disturb the scene.

Then the sound of a high-pitched, barely audible metallic clicking echoed along the bent and twisted superstructure above the stage. Near the apex, a small, four-legged machine emerged from the shadows and skittered along the scaffolding, at times climbing slowly and at others making leaps from strut to strut as it made its way toward the back of the stage, finally emerging onto the exterior wall and beginning a slow, careful trek down the vertical concrete surface. 

Near the bottom it let go, falling the last few feet to land, gracefully and gently, on the shoulders of a young woman dressed in a formal school uniform who was leaning against the base of the wall with her eyes closed.

The machine clicked and buzzed, reshaping itself into a set of vibrant pink headphones that nestled over the girl’s ears. She raised one pink hand to gently touch the side of the device, and remained that way for several moments. 

A slow smile crept onto her face as she listened.

Finally finished, she pulled the headphones down around her neck, taking a moment to smooth her lime-green hair before pulling out a cell phone and hitting one of the speed dial options.

“Report,” an older woman’s stern voice issued forth from the phone after only a pair of rings.

The smile on Lemon Zest’s face broadened.

“Found ‘em.”