The trash-strewn streets were quiet—almost eerily so. There was a lot of noise in the distance, but Twinkleshine found the near-silence of her immediate vicinity to be quite unsettling. She was in the middle of what was a bustling city, but the streets were almost deserted. All of her senses on high alert, her body ridged, twitchy, her axe held at the ready, she had to mindful of where she stepped, lest she put a hoof down on shattered glass or jagged, crumbled bricks.

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Constant vigilance at last paid dividends. Moondancer trotted through the active battlefield that was Ponyville, ignoring minor threats and detonating anything that might get in her way. She had an antidote for the magic-nullifying dust and distributed this to those in need as she passed. Her mission? Find and recover Sumac at any cost.

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A tooth lived an impossible dream. It flew without wings, free of the sometimes dark, crowded prison in which it had existed for the entirety of its life. Somehow, it resisted the siren’s call of gravity, arcing ever-upward—but like all dreams, those nightmarish and pleasant alike, the miraculous flight approached its middle. At the peak of its arc, it tumbled through the air, as if weightless, and then as dreamers who dream of the impossible do, began its descent as reality asserted

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