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// Reclaiming 
// Story: Chaotic Cupid 
// by Silent Strider 
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It was the middle of the night when a small figure landed on the porch of the treehouse. Holding a crystal on his eagle paw, his gaze went from the crystal to the door.

Storing the crystal back in a pouch he set both front claws on the ground, preparing to buck down the door. He stopped, turned around and pushed it instead, the door opening slowly.

“This is too easy.”

Looking around he found what he was after, or at least part of it; green saddlebags, a set of carving tools spread around it. He searched inside the saddlebags, and was about to search the rest of the treehouse, when he noticed the potion making gear on top of the table, the residue from preparing a love potion still clogging the glassware.

With a sigh, he put on the saddlebags and stored the carving tools inside. With a final look to the treehouse he took to the air, taking out the crystal. Its glow was now pointing to the nearby town.





A large beak was pressing against the library’s second floor window, its owner watching a purple unicorn, behind a workbench, manipulating the bow with her magic. His gaze followed the unicorn as she went to a bookcase, considering the best way to break into the library...

Wait, she also has wings! The thoughts of breaking in forgotten, the little figure floated down to the library’s door and knocked.

“I’m coming!” he heard hooves noises approaching from the inside, and the door opened.

He knelt. “Your highness.”

He was still bowed as the purple alicorn’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you a hippogriff?”

“Yes, your highness. Bright Beak at your service.”

The alicorn’s cheeks reddened a bit. “Please, call me twilight. What can I do for you?”

Bright Beak stood up and took a crystal from his bags. “I’m looking for a magical artifact that was… borrowed from me, and according to prince Shining Armor’s tracking spell it’s here in the library. It’s a bow, -”

At the mention of the bow, Twilight’s horn flared, bathing the hippogriff in a purple light. She smiled as the light died. “Sorry about that, had to make sure you weren’t Discord. So, you know my brother?”

The hippogriff looked up, pride lighting his eyes. “Of course, he is the second in command of the newly restored Cupid Corps, only below her highness princess Cadance!”

“Wait, you mean cupids are real, and Cadance does have a Cupid Corps?”