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// 6. 
// Story: No Thanks for the Memories 
// by auctor 
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Seeing how badly her wounds were still bleeding, Fluttershy declared “The tourniquet needs to be tighter.”

“Are you sure?  If I made it tighter, I think that’d mean...” Applejack trailed off, and just gestured along Fluttershy’s leg.

She knew what Applejack meant, but also knew it’d take hours to get down to where Twilight could teleport.  She couldn’t be bleeding like this for that long.

“I’m sure.”

“Maybe it will clot up?”

“It’s torn up too badly.  It’ll require surgery.”

“Would it help if I stitched it up?”

Fluttershy gave Rarity a look, and she bit her lip and turned away.

“Maybe if I was gliding down instead of trying to climb, the winds wouldn’t be as bad.”

Fluttershy turned her head to face Rainbow Dash, who ruffled her wings and fidgeted.

“If I put all my energy into it, maybe I could punch through the anti‐teleport ward.”

Now it was Twilight’s turn to get the look, a wordless You can’t really teleport me away safely, can you?

Twilight lowered her head and closed her eyes, an equally wordless No.

Twilight opened her eyes to see her bed’s canopy.  She sat up and looked around.  At least she managed to avoid alerting Spike this time.





Flash Sentry gawped at the surreal sight of Princess Twilight Sparkle, with bed mane and bloodshot eyes, walking down the dungeon corridor towards him.  By the time she reached the cell door, he’d composed himself and gave her a crisp salute, “Good evening, your highness.”

She blinked at him blearily and yawned.  She whispered, “Mmm, wasscalled...,” then, like an actress assuming a role, straightened her posture, steeled her gaze, and found her command voice, “Dismissed.”

Flash hesitated.  Captain Midnight Moonbow had ordered that no‐one be left alone with the prisoner.  But the princess was surely a higher authority.  “I’ll be in the dungeon reception when you’re done, highness.”

After he left, Twilight whispered to herself, “I’m not Princess Celestia.”  Her hoof was trembling as she raised it to the lock—