//------------------------------// // Act 2 chapter 11 // Story: Diamonds are a girl's worst enemy // by Rarity Belle //------------------------------// “No, no, no, no!” exclaimed Rarity in utter denial of the situation. Nothing in her entire being could have ever even for a second believed, that what was on her back, was the actual reality of the world. There had to be a different explanation for the fact. The crystalline arms morphed back into the dress. They weren't needed anymore and that was what scared the mare for the most part.         They were weapons of mass destruction, yet hidden in something so elegant and innocent. It terrified Rarity even more that she began to walk laps around her living room. Thoughts poured into her mind much like the rain to the ground. Every hit felt like that of a massive sledgehammer that hit against her skull as the next idea was even more absurd than the previous.         It was madness itself in which she had dropped herself. Rarity wasn't happy about the fact at all. A deep growl left through her throat while she tried to keep up with a logical explanation for the events. But who was she actually kidding about the whole of the thing? There was no escape of the truth, there was nothing that she could be doing to ease her fate up anymore.         “That spell, created you four,” mumbled Rarity before she looked out of the window. Even among the darkness of the night did the skies still lit up like the sun was shining. The flashes of lightning were so powerful and so energetic that it didn't matter whether it was night or not. A deep huff then left from the mare as she spoke her final words on the matter. “Like the monster of doctor Frankenstein, awoken by lightning,” she commented on the matter.         Rarity shook her head a couple of times in order to hopefully get everything back in her mind while she knew there was only one option left to do. Of course she could have looked through the book in the hope to find a reversing spell, but reversing spells in general were already difficult to come by. And if they were there, Twilight would have said that they were there so if Rarity would accidentally cast one, the effects could be reversed. Right? …Right?         The ivory unicorn shook her head again. She took even as much as glance over to the book and knew that there was only one way in which she could be solving the mess she had gotten herself in. She hated to break it to the other unicorn, but her help was required perhaps more than ever in the moment.         For Rarity it felt like it was a life or death situation. Perhaps that was even the case. Who wasn't to say that the crystal fusing that had caused the arm to connect to her spinal column, wouldn't expand further and thus create a literal crystal pony? It was a thought that seemed to have been going a bit far-fetched though. Yet she already looked like a villain straight out of a Mare-Do-Well comic. It scared her more than anything and the seconds were ticking away for her wellbeing.         The unicorn rushed over to the fireplace and the horn charged itself up to send the message. Her only hope was that her friend would have been able to reach her in time before anything and everything would have been too late. ---                       In the meantime was Twilight still working on the re-shelving of her study room. All of the books were in the need of a new home. All while she also read through a couple of them. It was interesting to say the least, that a mare like herself was still working deep in the night in order to get everything right. Perhaps it was just a little habit of hers that she wanted to have it right before going to bed.         Perhaps she was just an oddball in the room and preferred to have kept it that way. Nopony could tell for certain and it didn't matter one bit to the unicorn. As long as her study got cleaned up, she was happy. So books by the dozen were carefully set into the right places before the next batch was stored someplace else.         It had been going like that for almost the moment she had taken her attention away from the spell that was practiced before. Everything needed to be tip top and in a library, that was something easier said than done. Though eventually the mare had done it. Everything was stored nicely and sorted either by series, alphabet or author.         A deep but content sounding sigh was released through the mouth of the mare. Then her lips curled themselves up into a smile. She had done it and Twilight couldn't be more proud upon herself.         In order to celebrate the event finally being done, she wanted to make a cup of hot chocolate and then go straight to bed. Though the events would have taken quite the bit of a different turn because of the fact that the fires in her fireplace were burning. Those fires hadn't burned in ages and Twilight knew immediately that something was wrong. Yet what the situation happened to be, was something not even she could tell.         The mare rushed herself over to the fireplace and ignited her own horn in order to catch anything that might have been calling out for her. The face of Rarity slowly emerged into the fires and she began to ramble something truly inaudible due to the haste. If there was something to slow it down, Twilight would have done that. But there wasn't such a feature in the communications manner they spoke.         “Help me Twilight, you are my only hope now,” were the last words to have been spoken by the mouth of the unicorn. Then the face disappeared again. Of course did the mulberry mare knew straight away just what had happened. She could only hope that it wasn't true. But that was just kidding herself. She knew more than well that it happened to be: the spell was being cast by Rarity.         “You foolish idiot of a mare. You had even given me your word and now you do this to me,” muttered Twilight just before she hoisted herself in her raincoat. The mare left the library for what it was. Her bed had to wait, there were more urgent matters that needed to be done. Matters that involved one of her best of friends. ---                       Not even the quarter of an hour later were both of the unicorns standing in the boutique’s living room. Twilight was the one who darted around the crystal dress. Thoughtful moans and groans did leave her mouth. She tried her best to identify the features it carried. Though whatever she did, it remained empty within her mind. “This is indeed the dress from the picture yes, but what is the thing that has scared you the most? I mean, it is just a dress,” said Twilight to the other mare.         Not even she could believe that the dress, especially one crafted like that, could have ever held the power to become a weapon of some sort. Could it have been that she had just read the sign differently? The chance seemed that way.         “No Twilight, this dress is not what it is seems. It is as you said, a disguise for something. Take, take a step back please.” Rarity looked into the eyes of her friend with a dead serious look. Twilight had no other choice than to obey the words without a second thought on her mind and Rarity almost stomped each of her hooves firmly against the ground.         Curiosity had already taken over Twilight. She stroked her chin a bit and awaited the events to come. Anything could have been revealed to her.         Slowly but surely did the dress start to move bits around. Then it just tore itself to pieces. All of the shards formed the crystalline arms in a matter of seconds. The sheer amount of violence that went in the process was something that even shocked the mulberry mare herself.         Moments later stood Twilight eye to eye with them. The four arms that were connected to Rarity’s back. Two of them remained below her body while their claws almost constantly opened and closed themselves. The other two only held their claws open and remained always above the head of the mare. Twilight was simply fascinated by them and the lack of sleep caused her to not think all that straight anymore.         She wanted to inspect them, dissect them and find out just what they actually were. Even if it meant that she had to harm Rarity in the process. “Well, what can you make of these?” the ivory coated mare then asked with the fear audible in her tone.         Twilight responded in the only way she knew. Her horn calmly charged itself up to cast a spell of some sort. “If I only knew, Rarity, if I only knew,” she answered.