**Chapter 8**
"No way...I swear it's the same pony!"
"Yeah, but what are they doing here?"
"I dunno, but I for one am not staying here to 'think', I'm here for the action!" Dash answered Solarflare as she zipped out the door. After exchanging glances, Flare and Rain followed, confused servants staring after them as they followed their sister and caught up with a small burst of magic from their objects.
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Oh no, they were coming! Too late to summon an ancestor with a crystal...that only worked when the descendants kept out in the open, waiting for a glance away from onlookers' eyes, not if she hid like this. The ancestors rejected them if they sensed fear. All she could do now was to hide and hope. 'Oh, why didn't they teach us this?' she thought desperately. 'They think that we're really immune to fear because of training? Nope.'
Hiding behind a pile of boxes, she decided it was safer to go inside of it. Now she really wished she had been born with wings, or better, a horn. As she slowed her breathing, she pulled her crystal from her pocket. It flickered with light, the souls begging to be released. If only she could've summoned a unicorn ancestor...but they obviously didn't answer to her short chant for help.
At least she could breathe underwater. There was certainly no time to swim to the surface, it had taken long enough to follow dear Princess Luna and the, uh, not-so-dear rest of the travelers. Maybe she should contact another cult member. No, bad idea, bad idea! Her boss would get really mad if he found out, and she'd have to go find another job . Her old friend from before joining, she'd mentioned a rock farm.
Shivering at the thought of pushing rocks around all day like her friend, she began to drift back to old memories of the argument- no, she was on a mission, no getting sidetracked.
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"Ugh, gone! The pony was right here!" Dash was yelling frustratedly. "I swear, if we see them one more time, I'm going straight at them, even if it's going straight at them through a window!"
"Uh, think think think! What would Twi do? She usually figures this part out, doesn't she?" Solarflare wracked her brain for any ideas that were any good. 'Good' as in ideas that excluded sneaking or violence, which Twilight (or anypony else but the Sonic trio) didn't usually approve of.
Rainstorm was doing the same thing, but lightly tapping her head to see if it did any good. It didn't. Then, she began twirling water around her hoof absentmindedly.
"Ooh, idea!" Flare got some weird looks at her high pitch. "Sorry, just thought I'd impersonate Rarity when she gets ideas while I'm at it."
"Okay, what's the idea? We really need some, in case ya haven't noticed..." said Rainstorm as she waved her hooves for emphasis.
"Well, it's kinda obvious, but we could just get some fish to help, I mean-"
"We do have the fish whisperer!" Dash caught on to the joke and finished her sister's sentence.
"Ha ha. We don't have any other ideas, so we probably should start doing something now! Let's gather up some fish and get this over with..."