Flash Sentry sat by his bed, eyeing the thick leather-bound book Princess Twilight had given him. If what she said was true, then it had to go off soon.
He laid back on his bed, running his fingers through his hair. He had always thought Princess Twilight was cute. He supposed it started as a simple crush, but finding out she was an all-powerful magic princess who actually still liked him? That was too much.
He had spent countless hours going back and forth, wondering if it would ever work out, and that maybe he could try things with the Twilight of this world when the Princess came to visit him, alone. He had learned of the other Flash, and the fact that he only made the Princess want to see him all the more.
He felt nervous and excited all at the same time. There was so much stuff they had to work out. The species difference was huge, but Twilight had told him spending time in her world could fix that. They’d be the same species in whatever world they were in. If it worked out, he’d have to move to her world, no getting around that. It’s not like a princess could just abandon her subjects. Still, with the portal open, it’d be no different than moving into another country.
He was interrupted by a vibrating noise. He looked up to see the book glowing and shaking. He had it in his hands before he knew it and had opened to the first page.
Flash, I hope this is reaching you okay. It’s been such a busy day for me. The girls told me everything that happened with the other me, and it gave me so much to do here. Plus I had to look out for Starlight (my new student) and I’m just exhausted. I know we have some serious things to talk about, but right now I just want to chat. Please, tell me how things have been for you since we defeated the Dazzlings.
Smiling, Flash reached for a pen.
Abacus Cinch, the ‘Principal” title no longer applied, trudged through her front door. This was a disaster. Dean Cadance... no, Principal Cadance... had made good her threat. She had resigned to leave with some measure of dignity, but it was no good. Word was out on her. No school would even consider her, she was cancer as far as they were concerned.
She growled, especially after hearing the pop music coming from Fleur's room. That idiot girl would keep pampering herself, even with no money coming in. Funny how the gene pool did that to you.
Trying to block out her daughter’s taste in music, she walked into her private study, ready to enjoy her wine a little more than usual.
She was shocked to find someone already sitting in her chair.
It was a woman. Dark black skin and green hair, which hung off her back in a loose wave, were her most striking features. She wore what looked like expensive business attire, dark grey with a skirt that came down to her knees. She was sipping a glass of wine from one of Cinch’s best selections, as if the house was her own.
“W-who are you?”
The woman smiled, but it looked like one a spider might give a fly caught in her web. “Let’s just say I’m a friend. One that has an interesting proposal for you, Ms. Cinch.” She took another sip. “1952. A fine year.”
“And why, pray tell, did you have to break into my house to offer me this?”
“Cinch, I really don’t think we should be talking about magic in public.”
The ex-principal was stunned. She took a step back, never taking her eyes off this strange woman. “Wh- look, who are you? What’s your name?”
The woman grinned. “Call me Miss Chrysalis.”
To be continued...