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// A Question is Prologue to an Answer: 1 
// Story: Adorable: Your little Siren and You 
// by Ponyess 
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	I had seen the girls who made up the group formerly known as the Dazzlings had broken up.  Apparently they were not going along too well.  Considering how it had been what they were best at, breaking you up, I guess it should never have been all that unexpected.

Now, they are not quite as good as singers as they had been.  Maybe losing their voices had brought them down farther than we had expected, but it had been the only way to stop them at the time.  Of course, now they are basically three harmless teenage girls.

Looking closer at the three, I can go as close as I please, they can’t really do anything anymore.  Not that they had been too successful all by themselves on me in person.  They had managed to get little things between me and my friends instead.



This time I see Aria Blaze, sitting on the lower step of a flight of stairs.  She is alone and crying, from what I could see.  The two friends nowhere to be seen.  Not that I missed them all that much.  The problem is to see the girl sitting there, crying, when she should be smiling and laughing.  At least; that is my standard reaction when I see a sad girl.

Once she is no longer a danger or a threat, I can pity her and feel sorry for her in the misery I see her dwelling.  Maybe I am at fault, but it is the person I am, I can’t escape it.

With a mind made up, I go forth and approach her where she sat, sulking.  Maybe I could help her out and bring a smile to her face now?  At least, I hope I could do something.

I had helped Sunset Shimmer after Twilight Sparkle told us to help her.  Even after everything she had done towards as and against the entire school.  Yet, we had brought her around.  Now she is a friend, one who doesn’t hesitate to stand up for us and help us when we need her the most.



“Hiya, Aria.  You are alone, what seems to be the problem?” I inquired.

“Aside from the obvious, you mean?  I am alone and friendless.  All I wanted was to be adored!” she responded.

“Yeah, that is why I approached you.  I don’t like to see a girl sitting along and cry!” I pointed out.

“Not even me?  After all we did?” she responded.

“You are a lone girl I see crying.  Just like Sunset Shimmer was alone.  You do know what she did, right?” I pointed out, making an example to make the point.

“Oh yeah, we did know of her and what she did.  We tried to make her angry about how you left her out back then.  It failed, and she spited us for it.  Just look at what we are now!” she responded.

“Then you should know me too, right?  I was back there on the drums, if you recall!” I continued.

“The Pink girl on the drums?  Pinkie Pie?  You certainly are a mean drummer.  I have never seen such energy before!” she responded.

“You know, you could have been adored as a singer with the voice you had.  Too bad you couldn’t capitalize on it here.  If you had had a proper Pop group, you would have been stars, the way you sang.  Sorry if I am bringing up more sad to depressing memories here!” I pointed out.

“You mean we could have been adored, just for the song?  Oh boy, we did ruin it big time!”” she responded.

“And now; that train has left you behind in the dust, once and for all.  I guess we will have to find something else for you!” I put forth.



“The way they loathe you in order to just leave you behind like this.  The way they were always making you out as the failure, as an idiot.  I guess you can leave them, for a change!” I explained.

“You mean I should turn the table on them?  Just leave them and never turn back?  Just forget about them ever existing?” she responded.

“Well, I guess I would call that returning the favour?” I put forth.

“Oh, I guess I could do that.  Where would you have me go, and what would I be doing?” she inquired.

“Away from here, for starters.  since you have no voice to speak of, it isn’t as if you could start to sing again in any event.  Yet, I know I could find a place for you!” I added.



Of course I was tricking her and I knew of it.  yet, if it could make her smile, maybe it was right anyway.

“If you follow me to the second floor of the library, where we could be alone?  There are a few things I would like to explain!” I suggested.

“Uh, the library has a second floor?  Oh, all right.  It takes us out of the line of sight.  I don’t enjoy them staring at me!” she pointed out.

“There is a good and a bad way to stare.  Now you are facing the back of that coin,  I know how much you enjoyed them looking at you, I love them laughing the same way.  Only now they are laughing at us, not with us!” I pointed out as a comparison.

What she did not know is how I had built up the frame of a gate, a portal out of the library.  I had hidden it out of sight.  Now, all I need is for her to go here with me so I could take her to where I had in mind.

“Right this way!” I told her as she followed me up.

“Yay, this is where Twilight Sparkle was sleeping over, when we first met her.  They have apparently left the books she used as her bed where she left them!” I exclaimed, giggling at the memory.

“You mean, the time when you defeated Sunset Shimmer?  The time she turned herself into a veritable daemon, when she put on Twilight Sparkle’s crown with the embedded element of magic in it?” she pondered.

“Yeah, she was sleeping here that night, with only her dog named Spike as company.  Even if we later learned that the dog is actually a Dragon she brought with her!” I explained.

“A Dragon, turning into a Dog?  it’s kind of hilarious, if I had been in the mood for it.  How utterly embarrassing on the Dragon!” she added.

“I guess you were forced to learn all about how that feels, mind you!” I suggested.

“I was turned to the butt of a joke, if it is what you mean?” she confided.

“An expression as good as any, when it comes to that event!” I put forth.

By now, we are comfortably sitting in the bed of Twilight’s, even if that is merely a pile of books lined up in order for her to be able to lie down and sleep over the night.  Not a very comfortable bed as such.  Good thing I had offered her to sleep over at my place the next time she was over here.



“Could you imagine Twilight Sparkle sleeping in a bed like this?  Just a pile of books?” I added as a further distraction, even if I guess there is a point to the question.

“Uh, you mean she was actually sleeping up here?  I can’t believe it.  These books are way too hard to sleep on them!” she responded.

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