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// (11) Rescued (Radioflash's Side) 
// Story: Masked Beauty 
// by Script Singer 
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"No!"
Twilight's scream echoed in the room. Tears streamed down her face. 
I slowly stood up. Mother turned toward me. She continued shooting blasts at my gem, trying to stop me dead in my tracks, for good. I grunted, trying to resist. I felt as if it was too much.
I could hear the soft sobs from Twilight. I opened my eyes to look. Twilight was holding onto Script's hoof.
"Don't go Script..." she sobbed.
Script...
I shut my eyes tight. I grunted and pushed harder. The pressure from mother soon vanished. The beam backfired, and shot out to the room.
I stood up tall, staring her right in the eye. She stared at me blankly. 
"You are not my Mother, or a pony." I uttered. I could feel a magical power wanting to come out, so I let it.
A beam shot Chrysalis. "A pony is kind," beams shot out toward Chrysalis as I would say each word. 
"caring,"
Chrysalis struggled to stay standing.
"supportive,"
She fell on her flank.
"loving."
She stared at me.

"Script Singer was the pony who was kind to me, Script Singer was the pony who was caring, she was the one who was supportive," I walked up to Chrysalis's face. "She was the loving pony in my life. You are not a pony who would even deserve this."
A bright beam engulfed the room, sending chrysalis to hit a wall. I found myself protected, along with Twilight and Script Singer. The light slowly dimmed.
Whatever protected us, worked.
Chrysalis laid on the ground motionless. She stared at me with a glare in her eye.