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// Escape 
// Story: Scootaloo's Flight 
// by alai20 
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	We made our way down the cliff, covered in mud. I didn’t want us to be spotted, given that all of us had fairly bright coats against the burgundy mud. Stitch was on one side of Sweetie Belle, and I was on the other. We had just enough wing power to not touch the ground. There were plenty of problems about it. There were spiky rocks that we could step on, and hidden holes we could twist an ankle in. When we finally made it down to the bottom, I realized that we had to run across about fifteen yards of empty space. Anyone could see us, but we had to take the risk. 
I took a deep breath and turned to Sweetie Belle. 
“Do you think you can run? It’s not that far.”
She looked at me with her pale green eyes and started to run across the plain. Stitch nodded at me, and he began to run too. I followed both of them until we were about three yards away from safety. I changed from a run to a sprint and passed both of my friends. I saw a ray of sunshine from a nearby cave and stopped. I turned to Stitch and said, 
“I’m going to see what’s over there. I have a map. Where do you live?”
“Not far.” Stitch replied. Apparently he lived in Ponyville, and he was homeschooled. That’s why we never saw him. I have to admit, I was a little suspicious of Stitch. I knew close to everybody in Ponyville, and none of them had ever mentioned Stitch. I pushed the thought out of my head and continued to walk on with the two injured ponies.
I walked the same path that I traveled on before finding Sweetie Belle. Time traveled so fast, now that I knew my friend was safe with me. 			Soon, we passed Danny Hoofbeat’s sign, Zecora’s house, and we found ourselves in the middle of Ponyville. I hugged Sweetie Belle and began the walk to her sister’s house. It was about one in the morning, but I didn’t think Rarity would mind.
I walked towards the door and knocked. Sweetie Belle was next to me, a smile on her face and Stitch, who had followed us before he went to his house. Sweetie Belle had told us stories about her sister, and he wanted to meet her.
The door opened a crack and Rarity’s voice rang out,
“Why would someone be at my door at one a.m.? What do you need, darling, I am in desperate need of beauty sleep.”
Rarity finally looked out the door and screamed.
“Sweetie Belle! Oh Celestia, I didn’t think you would ever come back! I- oh-“
Rarity fumbled with the lock as she tried to get to Sweetie Belle. Sweetie Belle, trying to help, was pulling on the door handle. Pretty soon, the door came open and the two sisters hugged. Stitch and I watched as they cried and stood next to each other. Whoosh! A pony landed right between Sweetie Belle and I and demanded,
“What’s the problem here? I’m trying to sleep!”
Of course, it was Rainbow Dash. I knew how much she liked her sleep, and it looked like she was going to be mad at us no matter who came home with his. I looked up at her and said, 
“I brought her home.”
Rainbow looked over, apparently just noticing Sweetie Belle, and said,
“Woah. You’re back. NOW LET ME SLEEP!”
She waved to Stitch and took off for her house. 
“Stitch, meet Rainbow Dash.” I said.
I walked away, leading Stitch back to the town square, and saw Twilight waiting for us.
“Scootaloo? Is that you?” She said. She sounded concerned, just like my mother, and I realized that my mom assumed I was dead. I waved to Twilight and sprinted to my house.
I burst through the door and ran to my mom’s bedroom. I saw her figure, breathing steadily, and shook her awake.
“Huh? Whosthis?” She said, obviously still half asleep.
“Mom? It’s Scootaloo.”
She shot out of her bed and grabbed my face.
“DID YOU KNOW HOW SCARED I WAS? NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!”
she shouted. She rambled on about how I shouldn’t do that, I could have died, but I’m glad you’re home now, let’s deal with this tomorrow. I went back outside to talk to Stitch, and make sure he went home. I came back outside and saw he wasn’t there, and neither was Twilight. I made my way to Twilight’s castle, pushed open the door, and saw Twilight lying on the floor, the tip of her horn charred. Stitch was nowhere to be found. 
I heard footsteps behind me, and as I whirled around to see who it was, I turned to see Stitch, but somehow not, and someone else hit me on the back of my head.
I woke in Twilight’s library. Stitch was standing in front of me, two Sirens by his side. He looked so different, now not a white pegasi, but a dark yellow unicorn. He noticed that I had woken up, and the first thing out of his mouth was,
“How do you feel to be the lucky filly that lead Equestria to oblivion?”