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// I've Got a Golden Ticket 
// Story: Spellbound 
// by Atlantis Productions 
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	“So ‘ere’s a question, is it true that Monoceros nobility are often inbred?” asked Applejack.
“Well, speaking as Monoceros nobility myself, not usually,” answered Twilight. “I mean, it’s certainly not unheard of, Monoceros nobles can be elitist and they often want to keep their bloodline ‘pure’, but usually they just marry into other noble families. Why do you ask?”
“Ah heard that from Rarity. The girl cannot shut up ‘bout that city.”
The two were currently picking Red Delicious apples in one of Applejack’s family’s orchards. It had been a few days since the whole Nightmare Moon incident, and Twilight was glad to be able to get to know her new friends better without the fate of the entire kingdom of Sohre, and perhaps even the entire planet of Gaia, hanging in the balance.
Twilight’s wardrobe choices seemed to reflect this. She was dressed slightly more casually than she had a few days ago, with a pale purple collared shirt and a plaid purple skirt. Instead of her Mary Janes, she had on a pair of purple Converse shoes. Around her neck was the same tie as before.
“That doesn’t surprise me, given what her little sister already told Spike and I,” said Twilight, levitating an apple into a basket at her feet.
“That reminds me, ah’ve been tryin’ ta ask you somethin’ ‘bout Spike. How are ya two related? Are ya’ll half-siblings or is he adopted?”
“Spike is adopted. Monoceros nobles have a little thing against Humanoid/Beast relationships. A Dregon is just a tamer version of a pure-blood Dragon to them. They’d likely completely shun my family if Spike was related by blood.”
“Good thing Avalon doesn’t have the same bias. It would be a might hypocritical.”
“Why is that?”
“‘Cause half o’ my family have Canis blood runnin’ through our veins. And we founded this town.”
“Really? But you all looked completely Human when I met your family a few days ago. I didn’t notice a Dog Beastling among you.”
“Ya’ll may not have noticed them, but they were there.”
The girls picked up the baskets filled with apples, carried them over to a wagon and dumped the apples into it.
Spike, who was sitting beside the wagon reading an issue of “Protocol: Sigma”, said, “Are you girls done yet? I’m getting bored.”
“You know, you could be helping, instead of just sitting around, reading those comic books,” said Twilight.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Spike said.
A buzzing sound was suddenly heard as Spike reached into his pocket to pull out his phone.
“It’s from the queen, Twi,” he said.
“Really? What’s it say?” Twilight asked.
“Dear Twilight,” Spike began reading, “As you already know, I am proud of your achievements so far and am ever so thankful for you and your friends reuniting me with my sister. As a reward, I am sending you two V.I.P. tickets to this year’s Grand Autumn Gala. You are free to choose whomever you’d like to accompany you to the Gala. Best wishes, Celestia.”
“The Grand Autumn Gala!” both Twilight and Applejack screamed with excitement.
“This is great! The queen has never invited me to the Gala before,” said Twilight.
“So, who are ya gonna pick?” asked Applejack.
“I don’t know. Would you like to go, Spike?”
“Mm, no thanks. Doesn’t seem like my kind of thing,” Spike said.
“Yer kiddin’ me right, Spike?” asked Applejack. “How can ya’ll turn down a ticket to the Grand Autumn Gala?”
“Are you saying that you’re interested, Applejack?” asked Twilight.
“Of course ah am. Have ya’ll any idea how rich those nobles that attend the Gala are? If ah were to go, ah could sell a lot of apple-themed treats and raise a whole buncha Merlins fer my family’s farm.”
“Isn’t the Smith family Sohre’s fourth richest family?” asked Spike.
“Yes, but that’s only when ya’ll account fer the whole family. Remember, we stretch all over Sohre and have plenty o’ other farms elsewhere. Lately, my family’s farm has been experiencin’ a bit of a depression.”
“Well that’s as good a reason as any to invite you to the Gala. The ticket’s your-” Twilight was cut off by Rainbow Dash falling out of a tree, right on top of her.
“I heard someone say ‘gala’. You wouldn’t happened to have been talking about the Grand Autumn Gala, would you?”
“Rainbow Dash, what in tarnation were ya doin’ up there? Spying on us?”
“Nope, I was napping. What? You don’t expect me to have enough energy to race around all day if I don’t get my nap in, do you?” she asked them. “Anyway, You were talking about the Grand Autumn Gala, weren’t you?”
“Actually, yes. Twi ‘ere has an extra ticket and is givin’ it to me,” Applejack said smugly to Rainbow.
“What? Seriously, Twi? You’re giving her the ticket?”
“I didn’t know you were into girly stuff like the Gala,” said Spike.
“Oh, I’m not. I want to go to the Gala because the Wonderbolts will be performing there. During the performance, I’ll fly out there and do some tricks that I’ve created, like my Buccaneer Blaze (patent pending). They’ll be so impressed, they’ll insist that security doesn’t take me away for disrupting the show. And then I’ll finally be able to become a Wonderbolt myself!”
“Or you could, oh, I don’t know, apply at a recruitment center and go through the actual training that it takes to become a Wonderbolt,” said Twilight.
“Sounds like a lot of work. I’ll stick to taking my chances with the Gala security.”
“Ya know, Rainbow,” said Applejack, “if ya let me have the ticket, ah could set up a date with you and Big Mac.”
“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”
“Enope.”
“You know, Spike, I think I should our other friends about the ticket. Hopefully they won’t make such a big fuss about it,” said Twilight.
“Agreed.”
“Hey, where are you going?” asked Rainbow as Twilight and Spike walked off.



Twilight and Spike were walking through Avalon, near Cupcake Corner, the local bakery, when suddenly Pinkie Pie came flying through the doorway, crashing into Twilight in the process, and somehow making the sound of bowling pin being knocked down as she did.
“Pinkie Pie, what in Tartarus are you doing?” asked Twilight.
“Sorry, Twilight. I was just making a batch of cookies and things kind of got out of hand,” she said, helping Twilight back up.
“What kind of cookies make you come flying out a door?” 
“Sugar cookies. I think I ate too many.”
“Ah, that makes sense,” said Spike.
“Anyway, what’s up, Twilight?” Pinkie asked.
“Well, it just so happens that I was looking for you. You see, I have an extra ticket to the Grand Autumn Gala and I was wondering-”
“The Grand Autumn Gala!” Pinkie screamed with excitement.
“So you want to go too?” Twilight asked for confirmation.
“Uh, duh! The Grand Autumn Gala is only the greatest party ever! I mean, I’ve never actually gone, but I’ve heard nothing but great things about!”
“Um, Pinkie, I’m not sure you realize what kind of party this is,” said Spike.
“What do you mean? A party is a party, isn’t it?”
“Well, actually-” Spike was about to explain when Pinkie cut him off.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”
Enter Rarity…
“Pinkie Pie, darling, what’s all this racket about? I could hear you from my boutique, and that’s halfway across town.”
“How did you get halfway across town so quickly?” asked Twilight.
“Well, Avalon isn’t really all that big.”
“Guess what, Rarity, Twilight is giving her extra ticket to the Grand Autumn Gala!”
“Actually, I was only asking to see if Pinkie would like it,” Twilight explained.
“The Grand Autumn Gala!” shouted Rarity. “Why would you give a ticket to the most glorious party of the year to someone who thinks cotton is used in making cotton candy?”
“Hey, I proved it could be done, didn’t I?”
“Oh, right. Sorry, darling.”
“Wait, you created cotton candy out of cotton?” asked Spike.
“You bet! It didn’t taste very good, but I did it!”
“Anyways, back on track,” said Twilight, shifting the subject back, “We’ve got four friends fighting over one ticket. What a mess.”
“It is a problem,” said Fluttershy, approaching her friends.
“Oh, hey Fluttershy. I have an extra ticket to the Grand Autumn Gala. You wouldn’t happen to want to go, do you?” Twilight asked, hoping the shy girl would say no.
“Actually, I’d love to.”
“Really, but you hate social event,” said Rainbow, who had just arrived overhead.
“True, but I wouldn’t be going for the party. I’m going to see the royal gardens. For that night only do all the flowers bloom at once. It’s be so beautiful! And that’s just the flora, don’t get me started on the fauna.”
“You realise if you want to see the gardens you can just ask Twilight if she can arrange a tour for you,” Rainbow suggests.
“I know, but it wouldn’t be the same.”
“So, Twi, have ya decided to let me be yer plus one?” asked Applejack, walking up to the group.
“Oh boy, Twilight’s gotten herself in quite a pickle,” said Spike, pretending to narrate the the current events (even though that’s my job). “All five of her friends want Twilight’s one extra ticket. What will she do? What will she do?”
“Not helping, Spike,” said Twilight.
“Sorry, Twi, but someone’s got to provide the humor around here since Pinkie is occupied. Since I don’t care who gets the ticket, I might as well take over for her.”
“Thanks, Spike!”
“No problem, Pinkie!”
“Guy, guys,” said Rainbow, “I think there’s an easy way for this to work out for all of us.”
“And that is?” asked Twilight.
“Give me the ticket.”
“Hold yer horses, sugarcube,” interjected Applejack. “Two things. First, how exactly is that working out for all of us? And second, you just want Twilight to give you the ticket so you can go on a date with her.”
“When I said ‘work out for all of us’ I was only referring to me and Twilight. Also, you know I don’t swing that way!”
“Well yer hair says otherwise,” said Applejack, referring to the rainbow highlights.
“Seriously? Can’t a girl like rainbows anymore with being labeled gay? And besides, you’re one to talk, considering your past dating life.”
“Hey! The reason it didn’t work out between me an’ Rarity was because we’re too different! It was a mutual break up! That’s all!”
The two tomboys’ bickering was beginning to attract a crowd of passersby, however Applejack and Rainbow were to busy insulting each other’s love-lifes (or, as it soon became, sex-lifes) to notice.
After a minute or so of continuous arguing, Twilight said to Spike, “Come on, let’s get out of here. I have a feeling this could be going on for a while.” And so, Twilight and Spike snuck out of the crowd unnoticed.



About an hour later, the two were at a local cafe, Dot’s Place, awaiting their orders.
“Medium Dragonfire Chili Pepper Latte,” said one of the baristas.
“That’s mine,” said Spike.
“Here you go, sir. I’d warn you to let it cool a bit, but I think you can take the heat.”
“Thank you... Gale,” he replied, reading the barista’s name tag.
“Don’t mention it, kid.”
Spike took his drink outdoors to the table where Twilight sat. Twilight was so frustrated with who should get the extra ticket that she had barely even touched her drink, which was just a cup of plain old black coffee.
“I don’t know what to do, Spike. If I choose any of my friends, the others will undoubtedly be upset. You saw how Rainbow and Applejack got.”
“I don’t think that was so much upset as much their competitive natures getting the better of themselves,” Spike pointed out.
“And even if I were to give one of them my ticket and another the extra, there’s still three more that will be upset.”
“Why not just ask Queen Celestia to send you more?”
“Please, Spike, do you think that Celestia would spare me more tickets?”
“Well, why wouldn’t she? She’s your teacher, and I know that she would do anything for you.”
“Okay, I see your point. How about this; if I haven’t decided who gets the ticket by the end of the day, you send her majesty an email asking for- Why is it overcast all of a sudden?”
Indeed, what had been a near cloudless sky just moments ago was now gray with storm clouds.
“Where the heck did this storm come from?” asked Spike.
“Oh hey, Twilight! Hey, Spike!” a familiar voice called down to them.
“Rainbow Dash, what are you doing up there?” Twilight asked.
“Oh nothing, just providing Avalon with a little needed rain.”
“I didn’t know you knew how to speak Deqlan.”
“I don’t.”
“Then how are you doing that?”
“You know, for a know-it-all, you don’t know a lot of things. You only need to speak Deqlan in order to cast spells. Manipulating nature to your will is way different. Plus, I’m a weather Angel, it’s kind of my job to manipulate Storm, Ice, and Air deq. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
Rainbow made a hand gesture like she was dropping something that was in her hand and the rain began to trickle down, and quickly increased pace. Before long, the rain became a steady downpour, though curiously, none of the rain landed on either her or Spike.
“Rainbow, you wouldn’t happen to be keeping us dry so I would give you the extra ticket, would you?”
“What? No. I’d do this for anyone.”
Twilight looked around to see that there were a few other people around, each of them drenched.
“Uh-huh, sure,” Twilight said sarcastically.
“Well, would you rather be sopping wet too?” Rainbow asked.
“I’d rather not have trying to influence my decision.”
“Alright, fine, I’ll leave you alone. But you asked for it!” she said, before flying above the cloud line.
“Thank you.” That’s when she realized her mistake, as the rain almost instantly soaked her clothes.
“Twilight, darling, it’s raining,” said Rarity, walking up to the bookworm in a raincoat, an umbrella in her hands.
“No, really?” Twilight asked sarcastic.
“Come on, darling, let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.



A few minutes later, inside Carrousel Boutique…
“Oh mon, you’re clothes are completely soaked through. Let me take care of those. I have some robes you could use while your clothes dry.”
“Thank you, Rarity. We appreciate it,” said Twilight. “Um, where’s the bathroom?”
“Right upstairs, first door on the left.”
“Thanks again.” Twilight dashed up the stairs, leaving Spike and Rarity alone.
“Just so you know, Spike, Sweetie and her friend Scootaloo are upstairs right now, doing Gaia knows what in Sweetie’s room. After you’ve changed, why don’t you go on up and say hi. I know she would be happy to see you,” Rarity suggested, a knowing expression on her face.
“Alright!” Spike said excitedly, before darting upstairs, just as Twilight was descending in a pink robe.
“Ah, jeune amour. Young love. So cute.”
“I know, right,” replied Twilight. “Which reminds me, you and Applejack were a couple once?”
“Oui, we were once. But it didn’t last long, only about a month or two,” Rarity said, sitting down on the couch.
“What happened between you two?” Twilight asked, joining Rarity on the couch.
“Well, at first everything was great. You know how it is, you’re in love and every day feels like a dream. Then we started to really realize how incompatible we were. It became hard to plan dates, not to mention how awkward things got on said dates, and, well… we eventually decided we were too different and broke up.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, darling. We both agreed that it was for the best. We are much better best friends than girlfriends, after all. And besides, there are plenty more fish in the sea,” Rarity said, that last sentence in a more flirtatious tone.
“Rochelle Dominique Belle, are you hitting on me?”
“I might be. Wait, how did you know my middle name?”
“I took a wild guess. And please tell me you aren’t just hitting on me to get the extra ticket.”
“I’m sorry, Twilight, I just really want to go to the Gala!”
Twilight shook her head. “Some Element of Generosity you are.”



Meanwhile, upstairs, Spike and Sweetie sat in her room playing Protocol, and despite Spike’s skills, Sweetie was winning.
“I can’t believe you beat me again! And with Sanzin, no less!” said Spike.
“Hey, he’s a lot more useful than people give him credit for, even if he is literally the weakest character in the game,” explained Sweetie Belle.
Scootaloo, who was sitting right next to Sweetie, silently cheering her on, whispered something in Sweetie’s ear, to which Sweetie laughed.
“What did she say?”
“Just how it must be embarrassing to be playing as Agent 0, one of the most overpowered characters in the game, and still be losing.”
“Not really. I’m actually more embarrassed about being beaten by someone who doesn’t appear to be the type that would enjoy video games.”
“Well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me. I mean, we just met a few days ago. I’m just surprised you want to hang out with me in the first place.”
“Why wouldn’t I? You are one of the only people around my age that I’ve met in this town. Not to mention that you’re pretty cool.”
“Thanks, Spike,” Sweetie said, blushing.
Scootaloo nudged her.
“What is it, Scoots?” Sweetie asked.
Scootaloo gave her a look that simply screamed, “Just tell him you like him already! Now’s your chance!”
Sweetie shot back a look that said, “Not yet.”
Scootaloo, understanding the look her best friend gave her, shook her head over Sweetie’s resistance to make the first move.
Spike and Sweetie started up a new round in Protocol, this time playing as Blastr and Wraith respectively.



Two hours later…

After Rarity had tried hitting on Twilight to get the ticket, Twilight decided to avoid talking as much as possible and Rarity put in a movie. They were both currently covered in tissue paper, crying their eyes out over the movie they were watching.
“I can’t believe Sabrina decided to go with Eduardo, even after he lied to her about Jessica,” said Rarity between blowing her nose.
“At least Eduardo had the decency to show up to Layla’s funeral. Victor was such a jerk for abandoning her for Dmitria. She died from sadness, Faust d*mnit!” said Twilight.
When the movie ended, Rarity wiped her tears, then got up and levitated all of the balled up tissues into a nearby trash can. Sniffling, she said, “We should do this again sometime, Twilight.”
“Yeah, that was fun, you know, for a sad movie.”
“Well, it appears the rain has stopped, and your clothes should be dry by now.”
“Thanks again, Rarity.”
“Oh, no problem at all, darling. I enjoy a little company once in awhile.”
“Woah, Rares, don’t try hitting on me again.”
“Oh, Twi, even though you are beautiful, it wouldn’t work out between us, with us being friends first, and all. I learned that when Applejack and I broke up.”
“Right. So, anyway, what do you think Spike and Sweetie are up to?” asked Twilight, starting towards the stairs.
“I would assume they’re still playing that game. You know, they would make such a cute couple.”
“Actually, just between you and me, Spike seems to have a crush on Sweetie.”
“You don’t say? Sweetie has a crush on Spike. What are the odds?”
“You know what this means, right?”
“Yes! It means if they get married, we’re going to be sister-in-laws.”
“Actually, I was thinking it means we have to somehow get them together.”
“Oh, Twilight, I had no idea you even thought of meddling with someone’s love life.”
“What can I say? I like romance novels, and books in general.”
When the two older Deqling reached Sweetie’s room, the door to which was slightly opened, they could hear the sounds of their siblings’ voices.
“I can’t believe you keep beating! How are you so much better at this game than I am?” asked Spike.
“I’m not sure, but I believe the score is now 24 to 3,” replied Sweetie.
“You have to be using hacks.”
“Oh please, you think I know how to hack a video game?”
“Well I’m not sure, you’re full of surprises.”
“Aw, thank you.”
Twilight pushed the door open, giving off a small creek that alerting two gamer, and Scootaloo, of her and Rarity’s presents.
“Spike, we’re leaving soon,” said Twilight.
“Alright, I’ll go get changed.”



Twilight and Spike exited Carrousel Boutique. Their clothes were completely dry and the rain had stopped.
“You know, Spike, Rarity and I were talking and we both think you and Sweetie would make a great couple,” said Twilight.
“You think so?” Spike asked, blushing.
“Yeah. In fact, Sweetie-” Twilight started, but was cut off by the sudden appearance of Applejack.
“Afternoon, Twi,” Applejack said. Behind Applejack was a wagon full of apple themed treats pulled by a caramel coated Cheval (a Horse Beastling).
“Good afternoon, Applejack. Uh, what are you doing here?”
“Oh, nothin’. Ah was jest goin’ ‘round town, sellin’ some appley treats. Would ya like some?”
“I don’t see why not. How much are they?”
“Shoot, ya’ll don’t ta pay. We’re friends, it’s on the house.”
“What? But you make me pay, even though we’re friends,” said the Cheval.
“Okay, so Ah’m makin’ a special exception fer my best friend, so what?”
“Applejack, this wouldn’t happen to be so you can get the extra ticket, is it?”
“What? No! Of course not!” Applejack said, trying and failing to lie.
“I knew it! Listen, Applejack, trying to bribe me isn’t going to make the decision any easier. Got it?”
“Alright, fine.”
“Good. Now come on, Spike, I think it’s time we got back to the library. I need someplace quiet to think.”



Twilight opened the door to the library, and as soon as she did she heard a familiar voice.
Inside the library, Fluttershy and her animal friends were hard at work cleaning up the place. Fluttershy herself was singing a familiar tune while dusting off the bookshelves.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” said Twilight. “Fluttershy, what exactly are you doing?”
“Oh, well hello, Twilight. We were just doing a little Spring cleaning for you,” Fluttershy explained.
“The Summer Solstice was literally three days ago,” Twilight deadpanned.
“Oh, um, better late than never, right? It was Angel Bunny’s idea.” Fluttershy pointed to a white Rabbit tossing a salad.
Ignoring the unusual sight of a Beast with Humanoid intelligence (for now), Twilight asked, “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the ticket, would it?”
“Why, no. Not at all. Right, Angel?”
The bunny gave Fluttershy a deadpan look.
“Alright, yes. This is just for the ticket,” Fluttershy admitted. “Salad?”
Angel hopped over to Twilight and offered her the salad he had made.
“No thank you. Fluttershy, I appreciate you and your animal friends cleaning up the library, but I’m not accepting any bribes for the ticket. Now, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Suddenly from behind Twilight, Pinkie shouted, “Surprise!”
Twilight turned just in time for Pinkie to almost give her Whiplash by pulling her into a crowd of people who started throwing her in the ai while Pinkie sang a quite annoying song.
“Twilight is my bestest friend! Woopie! Woopie!”
“Pinkie,” Twilight said, trying to get Pinkie’s attention.
“She’s the cutest, smartest, all around best Deqling! Deqling!”
“Pinkie,” Twilight said again.
“I’ll bet if I throw a super party! Party!”
“Pinkie.”
“She’ll give her extra ticket to the gala to me!”
“Pinkie!”
The crowd backed away upon Twilight’s shouting, causing her to almost land on her head, back luckily she caught herself with a levitation spell.
“Yes, Twilight?”
“I understand that you would do anything to get that ticket, but couldn’t you have been at least a tiny bit subtler?”
“Um, are you new here? I’m Pinkie Pie. Subtlety is not something I do.”
Twilight rubbed her forehead. Today’s events had given her a headache. “Come on, Spike, let’s go get something to eat. I need something to help me decide. You want burgers?”



Once Twilight and Spike left, Fluttershy and Pinkie met up with the others.
“I feel really sorry for trying to get that ticket,” said Fluttershy.
“Yeah, Twilight had it hard enough trying to decide which one of us to take in the first place,” said Rarity. “All we did was make it harder.”
“Ah say we make it up ta Twilight,” said Applejack.
“Are you girls thinking what I’m thinking?!” shouted Pinkie Pie.
“Let me guess, we’re going to throw Twilight a party,” said Rainbow.
“Actually, I was thinking we all just give up the ticket. But you’re idea is better, so let’s do that.”



Twilight and Spike entered the library to find party decorations everywhere, including a big banner that read, “We’re sorry Twilight!”
“Whoa! Girls, um, what’s all this?” asked Twilight.
“We wanted to apologize for trying to influence your decision, darling,” said Rarity.
“So we had Pinkie Pie organize this here party,” added Applejack.
“And we promise not to pressure you too much any more,” added Fluttershy.
Twilight looked around at the party and her friends, and she made her decision. “Spike, take a letter.”
“Alright.” Spike ran upstairs and came right back down with his tablet.
“Dear Queen Celestia, I want to thank you for the tickets to the Gala, but I’m going to have to decline them. If all of my friends can’t go the the Gala with me, then I won’t be going either. Your student, Tiffany Sparkle. Got all that, Spike?”
“Yep!”
“Good send it.”
Spike pressed the ‘Send’ icon, and the e-mail was on its way.
“Twilight, are you sure you want to miss out on the Gala just for us?” asked Rainbow.
“Yes, I’m sure. If you all can’t go, neither will I.”
The girls embraced Twilight in a big group hug.
Suddenly, Spike’s tablet made a little alert sound. Celestia had already replied.
“Dear Twilight,” Spike read, “I am proud that you declined the tickets. You see, I was testing you. I simply told you you’d be getting two ticket, when in reality you were getting seven, one for you, Spike, and each of your friends. Seriously, why would I give you only two tickets? I know I’m a prankster, but I’m not a total troll. I needed to see if you were truly a faithful friend. And by declining the tickets, you have truly proved yourself worthy of your Element, which means you may be able to achieve even greater feats. Best wishes, Celestia.”
“So that was all just a test?!” asked Twilight, angrily. “I wasted an entire day, worrying about a problem that didn’t even exist! Just because Celestia wanted to test me! Are you kidding me?”
“I wonder what she meant by ‘achieve even greater feats’,” said Spike.
There was suddenly a violet glowing coming from upstairs.
“What’s that?” asked Rarity.
“I don’t know. Let’s go see,” Twilight said.
She lead the girls upstairs, into her bedroom, to find that the glowing was coming from the Element of Magic itself, spinning around in mid air like a flying top.
Twilight approached the Element with caution. It didn’t seem dangerous, but then again it could shoot a giant, rainbow-colored laser, so she’d rather not take too many chances. Just as she was about to touch it though, it glowed even brighter for a second and then dimmed entirely.
Where the Element had been now floated a magnificent sword. Its hilt looked just like the Element, with four points making up the crossguard and a fifth making up the grip. The sixth point extended into the blade, which was carved with characters from the ancient Deqlan language and was made out of a silvery metal.
“Whoa,” Twilight said, grabbing the sword. Its was perfectly balanced in her hands.
“Well, seems our adventures are only just beginning,” said Pinkie.