The icy silence that gripped the two sets of doppelgängers didn’t last once the two Princesses were out of sight and Trixie’s wagon was moving full speed ahead, nearly as fast as a pony could gallop.
“Oooooohhh this is bad,” Twilight panicked, hooves running through her mane in a nervous tick. Three of them – the two Twilights, and Luna’s student – were crammed into Trixie’s wagon, though the roof, they had found, could be partially opened and folded back, allowing them to see the Great and Powerful Trixie was leading them. The owner of the wagon, meanwhile, was sitting above them and in front, horn glowing bright pink as she worked the mechanisms of her wagon to keep it moving.
“This is bad, this is bad, I don’t believe we broke the Element of Magic!”
“Twilight, calm down.” Trixie tried.
“I am calm!” The other Twilight objected. “I didn’t break anything!”
“No, I meant that one,” Trixie continued, jabbing a hoof against the Twilight that was Celestia’s student. “Look, it’s easy, all we have to do is find where the Element landed – ”
“The Everfree Forest is an area nearly fourteen thousand square miles in size,” that Twilight objected as she rocked back and forth. “The gem is, what, maybe two inches across? And it was cracked. You saw it crack, Trixie! It could be anywhere…it could be everywhere! How much of it do we need? What if we need every last mote? How much dust was scattered across the Everfree floor, Trixie? Do we need – ”
“I never even touched the Element,” Trixie objected from where she sat. “Trixie doesn’t understand why she has been drafted into this against her will – ”
“Not you!” Twilight exclaimed, glancing up. “Well, yes, you…argh, this is going to get confusing…” she pointed up. “You’re Pink,” she then pointed to the Trixie that was closer to her. “And you’re going to be Blue, okay?”
“Wrong,” both Trixies objected at the same time. They glared at each other as the cart bounced over a pothole. Both snorted, then looked away. “I’m Trixie,” Luna’s apprentice asserted.
“No, only Trixie is Trixie,” the stage magician insisted, jabbing a hoof. “You’re the visitor to this world!”
“Yeah, but I’m better than you, so…”
Trixie’s cart ground to a halt at that, throwing the passengers inside forward and against each other. It was several moments before they were able to disentangle themselves, and glare at the driver.
“Trixie may not have had the teachings of an alicorn,” she said, jabbing a hoof down at her counterpart, “but Trixie has worked for everything she has, not had it hoofed over on a silver platter!”
The Trixie in the wagon laughed. “Right, you really think that Luna just hoofs stuff over? You think I haven’t worked?”
“I don’t think you have,” Twilight said.
Trixie turned to her. “I have!” she insisted.
“I didn’t say that, she did!” Twilight said objected, pointing at Twilight.
“Argh!” The Twilight from Luna’s world cried out, throwing her hooves in the air. After a moment, she pointed at her counterpart. “You can be Twilight, this is your world. I’ll just be Sparkle. And you’ll be Trixie,” she pointed at the pony in the wagon’s driver seat, “because this is your world, and you’ll be – ”
“Don’t you dare,” the last pony began to object.
The newly-christened Sparkle paused for just a moment, then grinned. “Lulamoon,” she said.
“I hate that name!”
“Why?” Trixie asked.
The vehemently-opposed-to-her-new-name pony looked at Trixie. “You were never teased in school?” she demanded. “Lou, lou, skip to my Lulamoon? Every time your name was said?”
Trixie thought a moment, then her eyes widened. “I remember that!” she exclaimed. “Wow, it’s been forever…”
“Wait, so that one,” Sparkle observed, pointing at Trixie, “got over something that you weren’t able to? And you call her – ”
“Shut up!”
“Blue or Lulamoon, take your pick.”
“Blue!”
“Okay, then.”
Trixie got her wagon moving again after a long moment of everypony staring at everypony else. After several seconds, she began humming to herself, glancing down at her counterpart as she did.
“Blue, blue, skip to my blue…”
“Shut. Up.”
“Fly’s in the buttermilk, shoo fly shoo…blue, blue, skip to my – ”
“Fine! I’ll be Lulamoon!”
“Are we in the Everfree yet?” Sparkle asked. “Are there any manticores nearby? Can they eat me? Please?”
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Trixie swiftly discovered that letting the three ponies she’d been drafted into service with ride with the wagon open was a bad idea. Even before they had reached the Everfree, she had closed the awning, giving her peace and quiet from the three bickering mares in her wagon – more specifically, giving her peace and quiet from Lulamoon.
“Ooh, I hate her,” Trixie said to herself, pushing her front hooves together as they entered the Everfree proper, along a rough, natural dirt path. At this time of the year, the Everfree had no leaves on its trees, and so the gnarled branches of its trees did little to block the light of the sun from making its way down and into the forest itself. Even with it being brightly lit, however, the Everfree still managed to look…unnatural. Most notable was the complete lack of snow – the pegasi of Equestria may have dumped snow over most of the rest of the country, but the Everfree had not wanted snow, and the Everfree got the kind of weather that the Everfree wanted due to pegasus weather-magic having no effect on the region.
Which was, in fact, gigantic.
“How are we supposed to find a single shattered stone here, anyway?” Trixie asked, throwing her hooves in the air. “I wonder if that was Princess Celestia’s decision, or Princess Luna’s. It was a dumb one, anyway – ”
“Uuuugh!” Trixie heard from within her wagon. There was a popping noise from behind Trixie, and she started, turning just in time to see a teleportation bubble pop, and a unicorn in a brown cape now standing on top of her wagon. After a moment, she tapped her chest. “Sparkle,” she identified, trotting over and sitting down next to Trixie as a window on Trixie’s wagon opened.
“Hey! Don’t teleport away again!” Lulamoon’s voice called out from within, and she stuck her head out, looking around.
“I’m right here!” Sparkle objected, not looking. Lulamoon’s head whipped around to glare at her. Sparkle glared back. “I’m…I’m not going to run away again.” She sighed. “There’d be no point…”
“Good,” Lulamoon declared. “Don’t know what Luna was thinking, sending a wanted criminal along with us – ”
Sparkle stiffened, and turned to glare at Lulamoon, opening her mouth. After several moments, however, she shut it, turning back around. “Leave me alone,” she insisted, hunkering down. Lulamoon regarded her for a moment, looking almost regretful for some reason, before withdrawing back into the wagon – not before shooting a glare at Trixie, however.
Trixie returned it with full force, before looking at the unicorn that looked so much like the mare that Trixie still, on some level, considered to be her greatest rival. Sparkle noticed it after a moment. “What?” she demanded.
Trixie bristled. “So…Trixie still never heard how her counterpart defeated the Ursa Minor…” she noted with a wide smile.
Sparkle’s glare intensified. “I’m not going to help you stroke your own ego!”
“Trixie’s sense of self-worth,” she corrected, raising one hoof, “is more than sufficient! She is quite secure! She is simply curious. Did she – that is, Lulamoon – send it flying in a great whirlwind?”
“No.”
“Did she charm it with the music of the spheres and lead it home?”
“No.”
“Perhaps she grew to the size of the bear – no, four times its size – and bade it return from whence it came?”
“No!” Sparkle exclaimed, looking to Trixie and jabbing a hoof against her. “You ran around like an idiot for five minutes before I could teleport it back home!”
Trixie had leaned way from Sparkle’s hoof-jabs, bristling at her having used the term you instead of she. “You’re kidding,” she stated, “right?”
“No, I’m not,” Sparkle said, turning away and hunkering down once more. After a moment, she noticed the look from Trixie. “Oh…alright, fine. It was more complicated than that…Lulamoon and her friend Raindrops distracted it while I built up the energy to teleport it. She made a half-dozen illusions of herself to keep it busy while she conjured up a stormcloud, and Raindrops made it bigger, then tried to shock the bear. That didn’t work, so Lulamoon made her horn flash bright enough to blind it.” She looked back to Trixie. “Then she tripped and fell. The Ursa would have eaten her if I hadn’t teleported it away then.”
Trixie stared at Twilight, eyes wide, before letting out a long groan, looking away. “I don’t believe it!” She exclaimed. “Whole different universe, student of an alicorn princess, and Trixie is still playing second fiddle to Twilight Sparkle?”
“Looks like,” Sparkle said absentmindedly. “How do you think I feel? I graduated Luna’s magic academy with a perfect grade-point average. I aced every single test. Homework was always on time. I was graduated a year early. Luna herself was there to give me her diploma! But the Element of Magic chose her?”
Trixie scoffed. “Sorry,” she said, though her tone clearly indicated she was anything but, “but Trixie does not feel much sympathy for you there.”
“What?”
Trixie eyed Sparkle. “Listen to yourself, Sparkle,” she insisted, waving her front hooves over her head. “Ooh, Twilight Sparkle! My life is so hard because I went to the Princess’ own academy and was top of my class!” She set her hooves back down, staring at the road in front of her. “I may not have a diploma in my wagon. I may not have spellbooks.” She eyed Sparkle. “But the Great and Powerful Trixie is a working mare! She has come as far as she has in the world through her own sweat and blood and tears!”
“You think what I did isn’t work?” Sparkle demanded. “Do you even know what the tests at the Academy are like?”
“I assume they involve paper, and quills, and ink,” Trixie said, glaring at Twilight. “Trixie is not uneducated. But you don’t know what it’s like to be booed off stage!”
“Well, I’ll bet you don’t know what it’s like to pull a thirty-six hour study session!”
“Of course Trixie does! Her talent is extraordinary, but it requires work and practice! Ever been in the middle of a trick and suddenly forgot how to do it while on stage? I think not!”
“Wrong! I’ve had practical tests. And I sometimes I’d forget what I was supposed to do. Besides, all you have to do is live up your crowd’s expectations. You can just move to another town if things go bad. I had to live up to the expectations of Luna and my father and mother and…”
Trixie rolled her eyes. “Trixie’s grandfather was the greatest magician to have ever lived,” she said. “I bet he lived in your world too. Quartermoon the Magnificent.” She shifted a little, moving her cape aside to show off her cutie mark. “I have the same cutie mark that he did. Try imagining living up to that kind of standard.”
“That’s easy,” Sparkle noted. “My father is the viceroy of Latigo. The title will go to my older brother, of course, but I still grew up surrounded by royalty and nobility. There’s…” she sighed. “My father never pressured me into anything. But there’s still all that history behind me…behind the Starlight family. And I failed it.” She glanced at Trixie. “I...I didn’t even come up with the plan to get rid of the Ursa Minor. I was just panicking. Trixie – Lulamoon – is the one that came up with it.”
Trixie pursed her lips, even as she smiled inwardly. She knew that she – her counterpart, whatever – had been more instrumental than she had been led to believe! She focused on that happy thought as she watched the road in front of her, though after a moment she noticed that Sparkle’s eyes were still downcast. Trixie let out a long, low groan. “We’re not broken,” she insisted. “You worked hard at magic but were passed over because Trixie’s counterpart got lucky. And Trixie herself…she is intelligent, and charismatic, and beautiful, and has worked her entire life to get where she is! But Twilight got lucky. Our counterparts were in the right place at the right time and so the Element of Magic chose them.”
Sparkle scoffed slightly, no doubt at the implication that Trixie could ever be an Element. Trixie began to object, but then checked herself, sighing. “Trixie’s…rivalry…with Twilight,” she said at length, “should not extend to you, she supposes. The Great and Understanding Trixie, much to her own surprise, feels a measure of camaraderie with you.”
“Thanks,” Sparkle said, not immediately, but after weighing Trixie’s words carefully. She looked to Trixie. “And…I guess that, for all that you look like her…you’re not Trixie. My Trixie.” After a long moment, she extended a hoof. Trixie regarded it for several moments, considering, before finally reaching out one of her own hooves and tapping it to Sparkle’s.
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“Could you stop doing that?” Twilight demanded of Lulamoon as she rifled through Trixie’s wagon.
“I could,” Lulamoon said. However, she did not.
The inside of Trixie’s wagon was cramped, with most of the space devoted to hanging sundries, turning gears, chests full of various trinkets and props for a magic show…Twilight didn’t know much about stage magic, but she gathered that there was enough here to put on quite a performance.
Lulamoon didn’t seem very interested in any of it, however. “If I was her…” she said aloud, “where would I keep it…?”
In some ways, Twilight was almost thankful to Lulamoon, as her constantly rifling was distracting, and that was exactly what Twilight needed right now: a distraction. Otherwise, she would keep thinking over the past day. Otherwise, she’d keep seeing the Element of Magic shattering before her. Otherwise, she’d keep thinking of the look on Celestia’s face…
“Argh!” Twilight exclaimed, turning around and glaring at Lulamoon. “How are you so calm? Princess Luna looked at least as angry with you as Princess Celestia was with me!”
Lulamoon stopped what she was doing, looking at Twilight. “You think that’s angry?” she scoffed. “Please. Try melting an ice palace on, amongst other ponies, her. Then you’ll see angry Princess Luna – aha!”
Lulamoon had found a hidden compartment, stashed beneath a chest. It had looked like just a blank piece of wood, but Lulamoon had it pulled open within just a few moments and began pulling out the contents. “Good, I was worried she was completely without taste…aahhh…” she pulled out a glass bottle full of an amber-colored liquid and held it up triumphantly. “Monsieur Bourbon, ne jamais me quitter!” She examined the label, and uncorked it and took a sniff. “Pas mal…”
“Alcohol?” Twilight demanded, stomping forward, horn glowing. “You’re not going to get drunk!”
“Send me to the Sun if I’m doing this sober,” Lulamoon countered, taking a long swig from the bottle – not as long as she would have liked, however, as Twilight pulled it away from her.
“This isn’t yours!” Twilight exclaimed.
“Well it isn’t yours either, so you can’t tell me what to do with it!” Lulamoon objected, though she didn’t make an effort to get the bottle back – probably, she was worried about it breaking, not unlike certain other objects in recent memory.
Twilight sighed, rubbing her head with one hoof. “This is going to be a long trip…”
“Drink up, it’ll make the time fly by.”
“I don’t drink.”
“Then there is something wrong with you. Can I at least get a little buzz going? It helps me think.”
Twilight gave Lulamoon her best look even as she pointedly levitated the bourbon back into the secret compartment that Lulamoon had pulled it from, then pointedly closed it and moved the chest that had been covering it back into position. Lulamoon pouted. “You’re no fun.”
Twilight stomped forward. “The Element of Magic is broken,” she said, “because of us! Why aren’t you acting concerned? Don’t you realize what could happen?”
“Bad things,” Lulamoon responded. “I get that. I get that, okay? I screwed up again! It’s not exactly a new experience for me, Little Miss Perfect! Stars Above, though, what can I do about it?” Her horn glowed bright as she threw up a hoof. With a flash of light, a glowing blue rough outline of the Everfree Forest appeared in front of her. “Look. This is the Everfree Forest, and this…” she conjured a tiny ball of light, almost imperceptible, and threw it into the forest. “this is the Element of Magic. How are we supposed to find it?”
“I was asking that earlier!”
“Yeah, I know. Forty billion square miles, you said!”
Twilight groaned, rolling her eyes. “Fourteen thousand. Forty billion would make it larger than the surface of the planet by several orders of magnitude – ”
“I was being facetious. However big it is, we’ll never find it! And that’s assuming we even get to spend the rest of our lives looking! There’s manticores and sirens and who knows what else?”
“Ursas,” Twilight said absently. She probably wouldn’t have, if she hadn’t been looking at a precise duplicate for Trixie.
Lulamoon threw up her hooves. “You make me sad, Twilight.” She said, horn glowing blue as she took off her hat and shook it a few times. A journal came tumbling out unceremoniously. She then moved the chest aside and once more retrieved the bottle of bourbon from where it was hidden. “So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get a buzz going and see if Sparkle has anything useful in here, because other than that, I’m out of ideas.”
Twilight let out a long groan. “Lulamoon – ”
“Don’t call me that! I know we agreed that she’d be Trixie and I’d be Lulamoon but don’t actually call me Lulamoon!”
Twilight ground her teeth together as she stomped over to Lulamoon. “I,” she said, horn glowing as she took the bourbon away from Lulamoon, “am not going to deal with you – wait.”
She paused, considering. Lulamoon tried to get the bourbon back, but Twilight held it out of reach as she stared at the journal Lulamoon had pulled out. “Wait,” she said, turning around and opening up the wagon’s top again, sticking her head – and the bourbon – out. “Sparkle!”
Her doppelgänger looked back at her, eyebrow raising at the sight of the alcohol. Trixie, too, glanced, and her eyes widened. “Where did you get that?” she demanded, stopping her wagon and standing. “That’s Trixie’s!”
“I know, I’m keeping it away from Lulamoon,” Twilight said, levitating it over to Trixie, who grabbed it and held onto it protectively. She ignored Lulamoon’s second protest about her name as she focused on Sparkle. “Do you still have all those books you took from the library?”
Sparkle considered for several moments, before nodding, moving her cape aside and levitating out several books from the pocket inside. The magic of her pocket that made them tiny cancelled itself as soon as they were out in the open. “Yeah. Why?”
“It’s research material! Between your journal and those books, we might be able to find a way to track down the Element of Magic.”
Sparkle stared at her, head tilting to the side. “My journal…?” she asked, before her eyes widened. “Y-you mean the one I forgot in Ponyville? My Ponyville?”
Twilight nodded, looking behind her and holding out a hoof. Sighing from within the wagon, Lulamoon hoofed it over, and Twilight held it up. Sparkle’s eyes grew wider. “There is something in there that can help!” she cried, clambering forward and opening the book, rifling through it. “A tracking spell. I used it to find the Ursa Minor I…” she paused a moment, then shook her head. “It’s not important. We can use this as a start!” She flipped the journal around, showing it off to Twilight.
Twilight looked the spell over, smiling widely. “Wow, this is really good!” she pointed out. “But it only works on living creatures. We need to modify it somehow to be able to detect the magic of the Element of Harmony.”
“It’d help if we had a piece of it,” Sparkle said, sighing as she crossed her hooves in front of her. “The gemstone, I mean, I don’t think having the diadem would have helped any.”
Twilight shook her head. “We can make do. You didn’t have a piece of the Ursa Minor, after all, right?”
“No, but I knew what I was looking for: a Star Beast. I had a book that had the resonant magical aura of every Star Beast with me, so I was able to attune the spell to that. We’d need to know the resonant magical aura of the Element of Magic.”
“I don’t know what that is,” Twilight admitted dejectedly, sighing as she looked down. “Maybe if I’d had a chance to study the Elements today like I’d planned…”
“Well, maybe we can use somepony who was recently in contact with the Elements, or better yet who recently used them, specifically the Element of Magic.”
Twilight and Sparkle stopped at that, then looked behind Twilight, into the wagon, where Lulamoon was inspecting the hidden cavity in Trixie’s wagon for more bourbon. She noticed their staring after a moment, and frowned. “What?” she asked.
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“I don’t remember agreeing to this,” Lulamoon said, standing in the middle of a magic circle that Twilight and Sparkle had drawn in the dirt ground. She raised on hoof, looking like she was ready to bolt in a moment. “In fact, I’m having a difficult time remembering how you even got me here in the first place.”
Twilight pointed absentmindedly to Lulamoon’s left as she examined Sparkle’s journal, comparing it with several of the other books that Sparkle had procured from her library. Lulamoon looked, and saw a glass with about two shots of bourbon in it floating in her own telekinetic aura.
“See, but it seems to me I could just as easily drink this and not be in a magic circle…”
“Shush,” Twilight insisted.
“Indeed, Trixie wishes to watch,” Trixie said. She had bourbon of her own, namely the remainder of the bottle, still half-full. “Also, Trixie suspects that you have a drinking problem.”
“I do not have a drinking problem. I just overcompensate because Luna is a teatotaler and wouldn’t ever let me have any alcohol and I only recently moved out of the castle.”
“Okay,” Twilight said, closing the book and spreading her hooves, hopefully stopping the argument before it could begin. “If there’s any trace of the Element of Magic’s magic still in you, Lulamoon – ”
“Don’t call me that – ”
“Then this should draw it out. Then we can use that magic to find out where the Element has landed!”
“…and that’s it, right?” Lulamoon asked, taking another sip of borubon. “I won’t turn into some kind of naked bear, will I?”
“What? No. Naked bear?”
“Or…something, I think Luna called it a hominan. Long story. Didn’t happen to me, happened to Lyra.” She looked down at the magic circle, before draining what was left of the bourbon and levitating it back to Trixie. “Unfun times. Hang on a second, I’ll want to see this…”
Lulamoon closed her eyes, horn glowing. When she opened them again, they had a faint blue glow to them, matching that of her horn. The other three mares stared. “What are you doing?” Twilight asked.
“Looking at magic,” Lulamoon said, raising one hoof as she looked between Twilight and Sparkle. “You two are really, really bright, by the way…” she glanced at Trixie. “And…that is weird, seeing my own magic from this angle. It doesn’t really work with mirrors, see, so…”
Sparkle blinked a few times. “That doesn’t look like a detect magic spell.”
“It’s not…not really, anyway. Detect magic just detects unicorn spellcasting. This lets me look at all magic, earth pony and unicorn and pegasus and everything else. It’s how I’ve learned most of the spells I know – I just watch them be cast, learn how to duplicate them. Lyra called it playing by ear. Luna showed me how to do it because I was terrible at learning magic from books.”
Atop the wagon, Trixie shifted uncomfortably, looking away dejectedly. Sparkle, too, had her head down in thought, looking somewhat embarrassed for some reason. Twilight noticed both, but decided to ignore them for the moment as she focused on the spell that she’d cobbled together. She set her horn glowing lavender as she focused on the lines of the magic circle she’d drawn in the dirt. The circle itself wasn’t really magical at all, but it served as a useful focus, its lines forming a path for her to sculpt and shape her spell. The circle lit up as Twilight’s magic poured into it, glowing bright lavender. Motes of spare magic fell away from Twilight’s horn, as well as sparks from the circle itself. Lulamoon clicked her tongue at the sight, but said nothing.
Twilight focused on her magical senses. She could feel Lulamoon within the circle, her magical being, her very core. She focused on that core, looking for anything aberrant…
There. Like a vein of gold hidden in ordinary rock, she found a magical presence completely different from that of Lulamoon’s. The presence was entwined around Lulamoon’s very being, far more of it that Twilight had originally suspected would be there. More to the point, Twilight realized, the vein of magic seemed to extend away from Lulamoon, out of the magic circle, and over to Trixie as well. Twilight’s senses told her that Trixie’s connection to the aberrant magic was tenuous at best…but what was it even doing there?
On a hunch, Twilight cast her senses inwards. She found her own magical core, and after looking, found a similar vein of powerful magic entwined around her very self.
So this is what Princess Luna means when she says that Trixie literally is the Element of Magic, she realized. As with Lulamoon and Trixie, the vein running through her extended out, and touched her otherdimensional counterpart, tenuous, but present. More to the point, however, she noticed even thinner threads as well – from her to Lulamoon, and to Trixie, and from Trixie to Twilight and Sparkle, from Sparkle to Trixie and Lulamoon, and from Lulamoon to Twilight and Sparkle.
Enlightenment came naturally after that, and all at once she knew why the Element of Magic had broken.
It can’t tell us apart, she thought. Not really…Lulamoon and I, we have the exact same vein of magic, and then we’re connected to each other, and to our counterparts…and then, with us all fighting over it…
Twilight set the thought aside as she returned to her original task. There was far too much magic here for her to safely remove, but focusing just upon Lulamoon, she was able to, extremely carefully, pull some of the magic away from Trixie. Only the barest mote, but hopefully, it would be enough.
Taking in a sharp breath as she pulled the mote of magic away, she focused now on a different spell. This one was a bit more familiar, a conjuration mixed with a little bit of divination. The mote of magic was sealed inside of a clear, crystalline container that she conjured out of nothingness. After a moment, the container pulsed pinkish-purple, then a beam of light shined from it, pointing north, through the Everfree and out of sight.
Twilight broke into a smile, clapping her hooves together as she ended her spell. “It worked!” she exclaimed happily. “We can use this to find the Element!”
Trixie glanced up from the wagon, looking at the direction the light was pointing, which was off the path they had been following and into the trees. “Trixie’s wagon is not meant to go off-road,” she noted.
“We’ll follow the path for as long as possible,” Twilight said, nodding her head. She smiled a little. “This is going to be easier than I thought!”
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The pony stopped in her trot, staring at the beam of purple light that shown from her left and terminated at her flank. It passed through rocks and trees and hills unhindered, but not her: it just stopped.
“What’s this?” she asked aloud, waving her hoof over the light. It didn’t move. She tried to move out of the way, and the light followed her. Growling, her horn glowed bright and she lashed out at the beam, but her magic had no effect on the beam – or rather, it did succeed at cutting out the beam for several seconds, but then it resumed again. She’d destroyed the light but not the source of the light…
…which was almost certainly Twilight or Trixie, looking for their lost Element of Magic.
The pony considered a moment, before smiling brightly. The two had just given her a path to follow! A way for her to track them down! They had made it easier for her to find them and kill them in the most amusing fashion possible!
“This is going to be easier than I thought!” she said with a smile, skipping through the Everfree and towards the source of the light.