Chapter 33
Hmm… I think I should try to appease it with friendliness, Twilight thought to herself. I’m not Fluttershy, but I’m sure some of her kindness magically carried over to me; because I’m the Element of Magic. I’m also the ruler of the squad, yo!
She paused to dwell on her last thought.
Am I even picking up on some of Rainbow Dash’s ‘coolness’ by saying incoherent and disgusting slangs? Well, at least means that the Fluttershy-kindness thing should work.
Twilight shuffled her hooves around into a firmer stance, and then flushed her mind of anything that didn’t have anything to do with “kindness” and “How-to: Interrogate a squirrel! For beginners and returners!”
She coughed, forced a grin onto her face, and then spoke up to the tree the squirrel had fled into. “Hello there, Mr. Woodland Creature. My name is Twilight Sparkle—Element of Magic, Princess Celestia’s personal protegé, and definitely the owner of that one bit you stole from me. What do you say we make a deal?”
The squirrel poked its head out of the hole, its eyes carrying what Twilight interpreted as intrigue.
“Ah good, I see I’ve caught your interest. It’s very simple actually: you give me my bit back, and in return I will not gather my other friends and their elements to harmonize you to death. Is that fair?”
Twilight kept a monotone, confident voice, bundled with her gentle smile. After Nightmare Moon, Discord, and probably a million other villains that were harmonized like there was no tomorrow, even such a small sin as stealing a bit from Twilight could mean “bye-bye” to your dark side for good.
The critter, of course, didn’t get a word of what she’d said. All it understood was something along the lines of “I want something back.” And the critter did as it was told. It turned tail and disappeared into the dark hole, popping back out a second later with a twisted, clear-colored object clutched close to its chest.
Twilight’s eyes went wide. “My key!” Without any hesitation, Twilight shot a hoof out to grab it. “Gimme, gimme, gimme!”
All she received was another bite on her hoof; the squirrel was too greedy to be giving anything away.
“Stop this fillygarden mess already. I’ll be having that key whether you like it or not!” A purple light ignited around her horn and she reached out for the key with her magic.
Without any luck… again. Her levitation spell just went through the key as though it wasn’t there.
“I guess Spike was right…” she told herself. “I really overdid it with the anti-magic spells.”
So, what to do now?
→ Try negotiating with the little rodent using different methods? Go to Chapter 21!
→ Use drastic, physical measures? Go to Chapter 36!