Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle and Applebloom sat together, joined by Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara. At the center of them lay the cause for their meeting.
“This is why we’re gathered.” Applebloom declared, “Dark forces stir in the north, and Guards March from the Empire.”
“And what must be done?” Silver asked.
Applebloom’s mouth was a tight line. “It must be destroyed.”
“What are we waiting for? Let’s be done with it!” Scootaloo turned, ready to buck.
“Wait, no-!”
Sweetie’s warning came too late. As Scootaloo’s hooves connected, a magic blast throwing her upside down back into her chair.
“It can’t be destroyed by simply hitting it!” Applebloom growled, “It can only be destroyed where it was made, in the Crystal Empire.”
“One does not simply walk into the Empire.” Diamond stated, “But instead, let us keep it. For this… This is a gift.”
Flurry yawned. “Can I go home, now?”