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// The regret 
// Story: The art of Chromatic chaos 
// by Storylover-Vodhr 
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Alright, so this may have not been the best plan.

Ok, that was a understatement. This was the worst plan. Seriously, what the hay had she been thinking?

Yeah, sure, she wanted out of the hell of books and ink, but she had been so desperate to leave and make it to her Wonderbolts show that she had not only lied to the Princess to her face, but even worse, she had brought her tormentor with her. 

Against her will. She who could probably teleport her into a tree, or could probably use her for potions and get away with it because she was the Princess' student or daughter or lover or something.

So yeah, that was a party foul on her part. Maybe a bit more than that. 

But even so... the tormentor hadn't called her out on her crap for some unknown reason, and was still following her like she actually wanted to go to the Wonderbolts show, walking at a slow pace behind her while Dash tried her hardest to not fly off like she was used to. Heck, maybe "Twilight" actually did want to go to the wonderbolts show. But that didn't mean that Dash herself was gonna make it to said show. At least intact.

She was totally dead. Yeah, she was fast, but speed meant little when the pony you were up against could literally pull you from the ether and smack you against a wall for knocking over a couple books. 

So, when Twilight, the unicorn from hell, stopped in place a good half mile away from tower from where they left the princess, Dash steeled herself for at least a good whack. 

"We're going the wrong way. The Colosseum is north of here."

Oh. Well, uh, In Dash's defense, she wasn't used to going through a city at ground level.

So, when Twilight turned around and started going north, Dash just awkwardly followed her.