Well, as the tittle of the latest part of Chapter 6 says, let's put some fun onto this crazy story that has been a roller-coaster between Oscar-bait moments and B-Class horror tropes. Now, to be clear, this will not be the only editorial dedicated to this archive panic of a chapter, but just the only one I have time to do right now (just three more exams and I'm free).

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Smolder dropped the quill onto her desk and leaned back, watching the wedge of amber light steal her essay from the paper it was written on. Her neck hurt, her wrist hurt, her brain hurt. But it was done. Somehow, she had survived.

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Ouch!

Ocellus inhaled sharply before turning to meet Smolder's searching gaze with as much patience as she could muster.

"Um, you're standing on me."

Realisation dripped slowly into Smolder's eyes, forcing them into the shape of saucers.  "A—Again? You just keep finding your way under me, huh?"

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Many moons and suns ago, there lived a ruler of ponies. She had been through many hardships, done many things to defend her kingdom, and things were prosperous. Now and then, she saw flickers of evil and corruption among her subjects, but that was normal. So she thought.

One day, her sister attacked her. Her sister had been tainted by emotions and urges, twisted herself into a monster. She sealed her sister away, hoping to find a cure.

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