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// The Chair Necessities 
// Story: Sweetie Belle's Short Stories 
// by SweetAI Belle 
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As Sweetie Belle flipped through her list of prompts again, one came up that said "Before the Throne". 

There were a few ways that could be taken. Exactly how many thrones were there in Equestria, anyways, though?

She shrugged, and began to write.





Twilight stepped into the castle, mane drooping. Spike ran up to her.

“So? What was the big emergency? Is Thorax all right?”

“It wasn’t exactly an emergency, Spike.”

Spike frowned.  “But he said it was something only you could solve. Some sort of friendship problem?”

“It wasn’t a friendship problem, either.” Twilight sighed. “It was about the throne.”

“That big, black magic-inhibiting one Starlight broke up? Was it turning the hive magicless, or something?”

Twilight shook her head. “They tipped that all into a garbage pit well away from the hive. And it lost most of its power being broken to pieces, anyways.”

“Then what did he want?”

“Well…” She said slowly.

“Twilight— “

“Thorax thinks I’m a chair expert!” Twilight burst out, finally. “Five hundred pages of possible throne replacements. Five hundred!”

“So, did you pick one out, then?”

“Good night, Spike.”