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// Smart by Bobbananaville 
// Story: Tainted Love: A Twysalis Prompt Tag Collab 
// by Foals Errand 
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By Bobbananaville

Chrysalis wasn't breathing.

This was fine. This was perfectly fine. Twilight was a smart pony; she knew that even after a being stopped breathing, it could still be alive. Even if its heart had stopped, so long as the brain wasn't destroyed or hadn't decayed there was still yet hope for survival. Hell, possibly even then - petrified beings came out perfectly fine even after hundreds of years, and there was probably SOME corrosion during that time period.

And who was to say that life ended there? There were so many stories about ghosts and the undead - stories she’d once dismissed as superstition, but now that she’d ended up in her predicament she considered that with so many fictional accounts, there had to be some basis in fact. Even if there wasn't, there were time-based spells that could possibly alter the past.

She was fine with her black book for the moment, though. She’d risk the time-space continuum after ensuring that necromancy wasn’t possible. It wasn't even very costly; all she needed was the eye of a dead mare she valued more than herself (to give Chrysalis a means to find the pony who valued her so much), a pair of wings from another who’d die for her (to help her beloved fly back to life), and the tongue of a mare who valued the truth beyond all else (so that when Chrysalis returned, the truth would know to change accordingly). And she already had all of these things - it was difficult, and she’d lost friendships along the way, but she got them.

The lavender mare placed the sacrifices on the three vertices of the triangle she drew on the ground, then floated Chrysalis’ year-old corpse onto the center. There wasn't much of it - it was just her carapace - but Twilight was sure it’d work anyhow. If nothing else, she’d make it work.

Twilight was a smart pony, after all.