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// FoME's Most Valuable Princess (Kris Overstreet's "For Love of the Love of the Game") 
// Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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Some time after Hondo left Rarity to her rest, several more visitors came to her hospital bed. Two moved with the dignity and grace borne of long practice. The last seemed to be carrying their awkwardness for them, along with plenty of her own and a few nights' worth of sleeplessness.

"Pleased as I am to see another addition to our ranks," said Princess Luna, "I must confess that this is not how I imagined the fair Rarity would earn her wings."

Twilight muttered something rendered insensible by shock, concern, and caffeine.

"It comes as a surprise to me as well," said Celestia. "If the doctors hadn't sent X-rays with their letter, I'm not sure if I would have believed them."

"Indeed. Given the last pony to ascend through sublime berserkergang, this—"

"This happened before!?" cried Twilight. "And neither of you told me!? Do you know how long I've spent trying to figure out how this happened?"

Luna quirked an eyebrow at her. "It has been quite some time since the last Princess of War claimed her throne, Twilight Sparkle. The details were foggy in even my memory."

Twilight blinked. A few more hairs found a way to spring loose, putting her mane a step away from Pinkie Pie's. "Princess of what now?"

Rarity interjected with as much of a Death Whinny as the current state of her rib cage allowed.

"Oh. Yeah. I can see that now." Twilight gulped, tail between her legs. "Do either of you know where the nearest bathroom is?"