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// L50 
// Story: A little loopy. 
// by FaelaArts 
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“I’m sorry Sweetie, but I can’t pass you on that.” Twilight looked to the wing Sweetie had spawned, white in color, that was flapping around in her magic. Twilight was tempted to tell the filly she had to point her horn at her body while casting the spell, but decided that would be a lesson she’d need to learn the hard way.

“Oh fine,” she responded irritably. The wing soon stopped flapping, and hung limp in her magic. After a moment, it vanished in a puff of magic. Sweetie sighed, and looked toward the window, watching the pegasi moving clouds.

“Why are you so insistent of rushing this anyway?” Twilight tilted her head, and Sweetie made no move to answer. Twilight was just about to reply, eyes narrowing in irritation, when Sweetie finally spoke.

“I want to ride a dragon. I’m not going to be able to do that if I can’t master advanced spells.” Sweetie doubted these spells would give her the ability to ride a dragon, but it was all she had. Turning, she noticed Twilight's blank stare. Growling, she flicked back to a section near the beginning of her notes, and frowned.

“My notes say nothing about giving you that book. Did my old self forget to write it down?” Twilight scoured the notes, and Sweetie quickly snatched them off Twilight. Waiting for her to calm down, Sweetie shook her head.

“Celestia gave it to me. It makes sense you wouldn’t have it written down.” Sweetie smiled, and Twilight growled, making a note at the end of the notebook.

“Still, if you were serious, my older self should have done more than she did. Honestly,” scolded Twilight, opening to the section showing Sweetie mentioning her desire to ride a dragon. Apparently Twilight had written it off as something she would hopefully forget. Sweetie growled, annoyed that she couldn’t punish that version of Twilight.

“Well, if you are serious, that shield spell will do you for protection if you master it. But really, you need a proper Battlemagi spellbook. Let me grab you one from my ultra private library.” Twilight turned and walked toward her room. Sweetie paused, and then followed. After watching Twilight’s horn glow a section of the wall vanished, revealing some very weird posters of ponies laying in strange positions. Sweetie snuck back before Twilight noticed her.

“Alright, here.” Twilight held out a small book, and Sweetie opened to the first page. After a moment of confusion, her brain slowly began to translate the complicated spells into Equestrian. Sweetie sighed, and looked down the contents, the only page readable instantly.

Battlemagi Battletastic Battlespells
1: Lightning Bolt
2: Inferno shield
3: Icestorm
4: Magic Missile
5: Supermegaultrachicken(Aka, death)

Sweetie blinked, and re-read the last name. Disregarding it as an eccentric pony being eccentric, she put it in her saddlebags and smiled at Twilight. Twilight was currently looking at her legs. Sweetie raised an eyebrow.

“Thanks for the book, but-uh-what are you doing?” Sweetie waited as Twilight jolted out of her daze, and shook her head rapidly.

“I’m sorry, I was just so caught up examining your muscles. Uh,” she stuttered, and shook her head rapidly. Sweetie slowly took a single step back.

“What I mean is, your body has the same strength I see in earth ponies. It’s strange, shouldn’t your body be resetting?” Twilight tilted her head, and Sweetie considered it. So her exercise regimen with Applejack had been paying off. However, it also brought to the front the issue she hadn’t considered.

“Wait, Starswirl stated his loop was resetting his body every time. One of his notes even showed various experiments he had done.” Sweetie and Twilight shared a concerned glance. Something was different.

“And not only that, what happens when you grow too old?” Twilight bit her lip, and Sweetie shuddered.

“Regardless, there’s nothing that can be done about it.” Sweetie nodded to herself. Whatever the reason she was growing older, but Starswirl hadn’t been, Sweetie was sure something would turn up eventually.

“Sweetie Belle,” said Twilight, looking carefully at the filly. Sweetie turned, raising an eyebrow. Twilight shook her head rapidly, and brought the filly into a hug.

“Nevermind.”