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// Story: Sick Week 
// by CosmicAfro 
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If anypony were to walk behind Twilight as she stood at the door, he or she would be inclined to think she was frozen in time. Her hoof was raised, but it did not touch the wooden facing on the infirmary door. Her eyes, if anypony could see them, were distant. They were looking down at the crack between the floor and the entrance and the little shafts of light that bled through into the hallway.

The castle was buzzing with how frightening or fantastic the gravity and fire incident was and how Princess Twilight Sparkle came to save the day with the help of the local force. With grace and ease she swept through. They cheered, “Praise Twilight, she can handle any tragic without magic!”

It wasn’t as if she had any choice in the matter.

The fire had burned out a while ago. There wasn’t even a scorch mark, it was completely harmless. Citizens had been calmed over the last few hours as they all saw their capital ablaze. It was difficult to make them believe in a magic fire, even though they sang about one every year, but a few unintentionally well placed sneezes and the crowd was silent. The headache they caused her only further proved her point as the reporters found themselves asking the same question over and over to the point where even they became annoyed.

It was good she was able to handle the press so well. But if she could handle the capital... why couldn’t she tell them what was going on? She knew the risks. Three Alicorns vs. one measly draconequues. The odds were in her favor. Unless they used magic, and that could strengthen the bond. Discord could gain the upper hand as the fight lasted. But what if they stopped him before that happened?

How do you stop chaos?

She couldn’t stand here forever. She closed her eyes and rested her hoof on the door. All she had to do now was open it.

One simple push.

Maybe she shouldn’t tell them.

Her hoof lifted off.

If Celestia and Luna could cause fires and anti-gravity in their sleep, and having Luna cry make plant life die, maybe a little annoyance every several hundred years wouldn’t be so bad. Surely they have some secrets they are hiding from her. Problems stay manageable, Discord gets to have a bit of fun, and it keeps life interesting. Everypony wins. It’s not worth facing a triple magnitude super fire while navigating through space on Equestria.

But then Discord holds a card over her he could play every ten to five hundred years. Who knows what else he could be doing behind their backs. If he knows he can get away with it and none of the princesses will stand up to him... 

What makes it worse is that Discord wouldn’t be beneath revealing to her mentors. With that one message, he could sow a seed of distrust so powerful that when it took root, it could take literal ages to remove. He could twist the message to the populace and no one would trust her as a princess.

That’s two cards he could hold.

Twilight...


Pushes open the door.              Walks away.