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// Chapter 3: Snap Crackle Pop 
// Story: Political Blizzard 
// by Razor Flake 
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With Bramble at his side, Razor Flake entered the literal tree house, Razor had knocked on the door, and was soon greeted by none other than the princess of friendship herself. But, interestingly enough, that wasn't what caught him off guard. It was the tan unicorn behind her.

"Hi, Flywheel. Long time no see."

"Razor Flake!? I had no idea you were in town!"

"So I see you've shown Twilight a basic demonstration of alchemy. It's fascinating, isn't it?"

Razor Flake suddenly had an idea to show the true power of alchemy. Anyway, he needed his wings changed.


"Say, Flywheel, have some time for me? I need my replacements again"

Twilight was understandably confused. She decided to ask about it.

"What do you mean?"

"I know the bandages may have thrown you off, but I'm actually a pegasus. Apologies for not introducing myself. I am Razor Flake. I come from Hard Hoof, in the north. I was in the same class with Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy. Though, I can understand that they may not have said anything about me. I was sort of a traumatic experience, what with a close friend being presumed dead."

Something clicked in Twilight's vast mind. Suddenly, she realized why The two pegasai always took a day away from everything. That day had been a freak blizzard, but she never thought they knew the colt that died, or so they thought.

"Oh Celestia! That must have been terrifying.. But, what do you mean by replacement?"

"You're smart, Twilight. What happens to fragile tissue, such as a colt's wings, when subjected to prolonged exposure to harsh cold and wind?"

"The cells freeze, bursting them, a condition commonly called frostbite, typically minor, but in extreme cases must be treated by... Amputation."

She gasped at what this meant. The grey pegasus nods.

"Yes. I don't have wings. But, my friend here really is amazing. Want to watch?"

Jumping at the chance for more information, she avidly agreed.

In a matter of seconds, Flywheel had drawn a vastly more complicated circle than the previous one. He then unwrapped the bandages around Razor's middle, and Twilight saw. She saw the gears, and the pistons, and so forth. She followed them to where they ended. They ended where his wings should have began. Razor stepped into the circle, and in tandem with Flywheel, actvated the circle. In a blaze of blue and white light, and a lot of crackling, she saw the obvious pain in Razor's face. But, in his cold blue eyes, there was an indescribable amount of resilience

"Thanks again, Flywheel. And to you, miss Sparkle, I leave Bramble. See if you can't find what's wrong with him. Now, I'm going to take these on a test drive. See you later!"