Both Shining Armors switched to their strongest spherical bubble barrier, after seeing what happened to the last clone, equally worried about what would happen if they were hit with the spell and sent to the Mirror Pool.
’One clone left!’, she thought.
“You don’t need to do this,” the sweaty stallion on her left nervously tried to convince her. “And I can keep my barrier up for a long time. Please just take off the cursed jewelry and ask Twilight or Cadence what to do before anybody else gets hurt? Please, Fury Heart?”
“Nocreature in Equestria would say ‘anybody’ instead of ‘anypony’ or ‘anycreature’, let alone my father. My mom’s called ’Cadance’. What the hell are you? And…”
“WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?“
The impostor strengthened their barrier. He unconvincingly lied, “I meant to say Furry Heart! My tongue just slipped! Don’t get your hands dirty like this!”
Flurry Heart telekinetically took out the translucent, orange, V-shaped Rebel Shades out of her saddlebags, put them over her eyes, then started drawing on magic from the Alicorn Amulet to cast two spells, and her entire body was covered in a red magic glow. The first was a spell that Sky Piercer and her had used to dig out cave forts through her crystal backyard in the Crystal Empire. The second was the banishing spell. Combined, the spells formed a large, glowing, magic drill.
The annoying impostor stared at her and began a loud, creepy sounding laugh that sounded nothing like Shining Armor’s laugh, let alone anycreature’s laugh. “Zizizizizi!.“
She shoved the giant, red, brightly glowing, sharp magic drill into the clone’s spherical magic barrier. The drill made a lot of noise and wind, but it failed to scratch the bubble.
The Rebel Shades’ curse activated, boosting the power of the drill, and compelling the goth Princess Flurry Heart to give a long, dramatic, and optimistic speech to her opponent. “I’ll fight through curses, madness, tragedies, stupidity, evils, and indifference! Even if creatures like you think I’m laughably weak, useless, and helpless, or the situation seems hopeless! With my wits, friends, family, artifacts, horn, everything else I can get my hooves on, and this drill, I’ll beat the unbeatable and break the unbreakable! I’ll face problems, stupid creatures, monsters, and threats from Equestria and beyond! And I’ll continue being goth, even if impostors like you try to tell me what to do or wear!”
The Alicorn Amulet and Flurry Heart’s eyes glowed blindingly bright. The drill became brighter, faster, and noisier, and light cracks appeared in the abnormal clone’s shield.
The deceitful, villainously laughing, and possibly demonic clone of Shining Armor squinted and caught their breath. Their horn and the irises of their eyes started glowing red. They started casting another spell and yelled, “Wait, you emo, stop! I only make this weird laugh when I’m scared! Zizizizizi! And his memory transfer spell seriously messed up my head! I’m actually a human!“, before chanting a magic spell.
“I believe in Twilight and Sky Piercer, who believe in me! My drill is the drill that will pierce the heavens! If there’s a wall, I’ll break it down! If there’s no path, I’ll make one with my horn and hooves! I’ll never be Twilight or Cadance.”
Flurry Heart concluded her speech, magically compelled to make a cool pose.
“I’m not an emo. I’m Princess Flurry Heart, and this is how a goth works! GIGA DRILL BREAKER!”
Flurry Heart’s drill tripled in length, shattering the barrier of the red-eyed clone before it could ambush her, with a burst of shining light and debris. A puff of blue smoke returned to the Everfree forest, through the new hole in the wall.
The last Shining Armor continued nervously doing nothing in a protective magic bubble.
’Good. No more clones!’, Flurry thought in relief, looking at the last stallion. Flurry Heart’s stomach ravenously growled after the battle. She used her magic to lift and devour the rest of the pies. ’They’re good, but not nearly as good as corn,’ she thought, influenced by the cursed, emotion-suppressing “I Love Corn“ choker she’d put on this morning.
’Why is Flurry still glowing red, and floating and staring at me? Is she still angry?’, Shining Armor wondered.
“I love you, Flurry! Let’s get whatever you want to eat, to celebrate your birthday, getting your cutie mark, and you being you! I’ll borrow some bits from the guards!“
He continued, “And I’ll apologize to Rarity after we’re done celebrating!”
Flurry Heart stopped glowing, floated to the ground, then took off and returned the cursed accessories to her saddlebags, and said “Thanks, dad. I know you’re stupid, careless and annoying sometimes, but you try, and I still love you,” and approached her dad.
“I love you too,“ Shining Armor said, and took down his barrier.
Princess Flurry Heart brought her face next to the left side of the unicorn’s neck, and hugged him.
She let go, then ordered the Royal Guards outside, “Find the Mirror Pool! Put up giant warning signs that clones might replace you! And cover the entrance with the heaviest thing you can all bring there!“
After celebrating her birthday with her dad, she started writing a letter to Twilight.
Dear Princess Twilight,
Today I learned an important friendship lesson. Ponies can be impulsive, oblivious, and reckless, and make mistakes, but they can always learn from their mistakes and try to be better.
I had three other hypothetical magic questions:
- Are there any ways to erase a young pony’s cutie mark if they got the wrong one by mistake?
Seriously, a bucking milkshake?!- Do you know about any spells or items that would help a mare make better decisions, including cursed ones? Odin’s Eyepatch isn’t something I’d consider, unless it’s possible to stop wearing that artifact without permanently dying, or there’s a way to compensate for blindness in one eye with magic.
- Or any other ways?
Your niece,
Flurry Heart
P.S. I’ll respond to your last letter later.
P.P.S. Do you know a good therapist?
I’m worried I’ll grow up to be like my dad.P.P.P.S. By the way, have you sent dad a wedding invitation yet?
P.P.P.P.S. What exactly is a ’human’?