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// Case 44 
// Story: The Strange Cases of Twilight Sparkle 
// by DrakoGlyph 
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	Twilight had resigned herself to the library for the rest of the day to tend to her wounds. From what Applejack had told her, she had been bucked at least five lengths away. All Twilight felt like, though, was that there was a dent in her head the exact size and shape of her friend’s two back hooves. She drafted another copy of her Royal Apology before heading to bed, making sure to include what happened to Applejack.
Her head still pounding, she went up to bed to find Spike reading a book. This was both a surprise and not so much at the same time. Some of his oldest possessions were books, some he left sitting in the middle of the library, like ‘The Foal’s Guide to Magical Studies.’ That was a classic! Something she had read over at least twelve times before she gave it to Spike!
Of course, he was a Dragon, after all, not a foal. Twilight supposed there was some cruel irony in the fact that he couldn’t actually perform any of the spells contained therein, though, he never really gave the book away.
She settled down with a warm cup of tea, ready to go to sleep to put this ridiculous day behind her, when there came a knock at the door. She wondered who it could be. There were only five possible answers to that question: AJ, RD, Rarity, Fluttershy, or Pinkie Pie. Applejack had just left, so she ruled out her. Fluttershy was probably in her cottage, embarrassed. Rainbow, she was probably still upset about the whole debacle. Twilight couldn’t figure out who was knocking at her door, so she went down and hoped that it was Rarity. Pinkie would probably only make her head feel worse at this point.
Her wishes were answered as the white unicorn trotted in with a stern expression on her face. “Darling, what is going on with you? Fluttershy didn’t show up for our weekly spa date. When I arrived at her cottage to figure out exactly what was going on, she was huddled in a corner, wings stiff as a starched shirt. Could you tell me what’s going on?”
“I haven’t the foggiest,” Twilight said, holding a hoof to the hoof prints on her head. 
“Oh my, what happened to you now?” Rarity immediately rushed up to her friend, placed her on her perpetual ‘Drama Couch,’ and proceeded to inspect the wound. “I’m not a doctor, but I have seen something like this before. It was when Sweetie Belle surprised a colt at school trying to talk to him,” Rarity said.
“Uh-huh,” Twilight responded vacantly, not really able to access the higher functions of her brain.
“What you need is some bed rest and some strong tea… oh good, I see you already brewed it,” she acknowledged the cup floating in the air beside her. “Now, let’s get you up to bed.”
Up in Twilight’s bedroom, Rarity tucked the violet alicorn into bed before turning to the books sitting on the nightstand. One title in particular stood out to her: ‘Mysterious Creatures Explained 4: Kelpies.’
“Darling, what are you doing reading up about kelpies?”
“They’re fascinating creatures! I wonder what it would be like to meet one in real life!”
“How could you say anything positive about a water demon? They exist to scare foals out of the water! Why would you ever think that they would be good?”
“Kelpies help protect the waters they live in from outside infestation—ow!
There was a twinge in her head that broke her concentration.
“Gah! Positive attitudes about Kelpies will let them take over everything! This is unacceptable!” Rarity scoffed before dragging the book off the nightstand. Twilight tried to pull it back from Rarity, but only succeeded in dropping the teacup on the ground.
“I’m so sorry, Rarity!” Twilight apologized, noticing the tea stains on her friend’s foreleg.
“It’s quite alright, Darling, but we need to cure you of your… weeahoof before you completely fail us, Twilight. Mark my words.”
“Weeahoof?”
“You know, support of the Kelpies,” Rarity explained.
“What’s wrong with supporting Kelpies?” asked Twilight, still affected partially by the buck to the head, was still trying to piece together the meaning of Rarity’s disdain for Kelpies.
“They’re…” Rarity’s eyes darted back and forth, “they’re going to be in charge of Equestria one day, don’t you doubt that. They have the power. You should see some of the things they build for fun. All mechanical and stuff.”
“Ponies do that too, Rarity. Don’t you remember Flim and Flam?”
“The Kelpies, they run it off… electricity. Can you believe that?”
“Yes, actually I can. I have some stuff in the basement running off electricity. And you have some in your boutique. Like your sewing machine.” Twilight was less than impressed with Rarity.
“Well, yes, but you don’t know what they can do with it. They once created a thing called a robot! It looked, walked, and talked just like a pony!”
“You know, Rarity,” Twilight stopped her alabaster friend, “I appreciate the help, but I think I just want to sleep off this headache.”
“Okay, see you later, Twilight, but mark my words. The Kelpies will take over the world with their electronics.”

Case 44:

Rarity was acting fairly strange today after discovering that I was reading up on Kelpies. Can you believe that she thought that Kelpies were going to take over the world because of their use of electricity? I mean, that’s just silly! I have three machines in the basement that all run off electricity, and I don’t think anywhere on there are the words ‘Made by kelpies.’
That, and the headache Applejack gave me isn’t going away. I tried the ointment that Nurse Redheart gave me the other month because of the headaches I was getting from overexerting my magical powers, but nothing happened!

Your Most Faithful Student,

Princess Twilight Sparkle

P.S. The machines I have, they aren’t actually kelpie are they?


Dearest Princess Twilight Sparkle,

While I sympathize for you and this run in you had with Applejack, I must agree with Rarity that the kelpies harness electricity far better than we do. Which is funny, considering they’re water demons. I never really understood how they did it, but then again, I don’t understand a lot of things. Especially Pinkie Pie.
I would ask you to study the Pinkie Sense, but my scribe tells me you already did. If only I could find that letter.
I do appreciate all the notes on these strange cases. I will be sure to track them in my journal as well. Perhaps when you have completed all 47 cases, then we shall publish a book about them.

Your Teacher,

Princess Celestia

P.S. I’m not sure if those machines are from Kelpie Territory. All I know is that they’re electronic and go beep. I never got any readings off them when I tried to use them on the Royal Guards, so I figured they were broken. I only furnished them to you because I figured you could fix them.

P.P.S. Come to think of it, they monitor brain activity. I don’t know if my guards actually use their brains for fear that I will send them to the moon. IT’S BEEN A THOUSAND YEARS! Wait, don’t write that scribe!


Dear Queen Kagome of the Kelpie

I have intercepted transmission of a correspondence from a place called Ponyville. They seem to be onto our mastery of Electronics. We need to develop the robots faster!

Your Most Faithful Student,

Twilight Spark