//------------------------------// // Story Eight: Rusty Nails // Story: Totally Pointless Pony Tales // by LyraAlluse //------------------------------// Rusty Nails Twilight felt around the walls of her castle library, her tongue stuck out of her mouth part way as she felt around the shelves. Spike came around the corner, an eyebrow raised in confusion at what Twilight was doing. He walked up beside her and asked, "What are you looking for?" Twilight didn't pause to look at Spike and simply answered, "Rusty nails." "Rusty nails?" Spike answered, still confused. "Yes," Twilight said, continuing to feel along the shelves, "Rusty nails." "But why?" Twilight paused momentarily as if to gather her thoughts. She picked up where she left off, feeling along the book shelf and said, "They are what did this to me." "Did what?" asked Spike, starting to feel uneasy. Twilight let out deep, slow laugh. She slowly turned her head around to reveal a pair of glowing green eyes, a mouth filled with sharp teeth, and matted fur. "They are what made me, into THiS." Then her body slowly turned green and started to gather into flames around her, to make her appear as if she was made of fire. Spike let out a scream and ran out of the library, never turning once to look back. When Spike was out of sight, Twilight let out a chuckle and returned to her original, normal form. She picked up a spell book on transformations off of a nearby table and said, "I knew this would come in handy one day. That will teach Spike to play pranks on me when I'm trying to study." She continued to laugh to herself as she went about tidying up her work space. She would let Spike think about what he had done for a while before she went after him and explained things. For now, it was just her, books, and hours of bother-free organization. Who could ask for more?