93. Tripartite - Part Eleven
Letters From a Little Princess Monster
Tripartite - Part Eleven
Tempest Shadow had never been near a dying Windigo before, and in the terrifying moment as she dove for cover against the resulting explosion, she was positive she never wanted to be around one ever again. When the former Wingmaster of the griffon aerie shattered, his death manifested in an intense blast of pure cold that instantly froze everything in the vicinity. There was nothing left to be seen of the dead creature or the two batponies except for a huge ragged chunk of ice, which made Tempest glad that she had at least survived with no more damage than the sweat on her coat frozen to her armor. The dry cold filling the council circle made bits of hair freeze to her borrowed armor with every motion, but at least she was painfully alive instead of frozen dead, and she had more to worry about.
During her tumble across the frozen sand and away from the frigid blast, she instinctively looked for Twilight Sparkle. The small alicorn had likewise cringed away from the cold blast across the hostages/entrées, leaving all of the terrified ponies covered in thick frost. As Tempest stumbled away from the infinite cold and toward Twilight, she could see the surrounding griffons shaking their heads and moving backward, although thankfully the glitter of blue eyes among them seemed to have faded.
“Twilight,” she managed once she reached the trembling mound of tied-up ponies. “S-so cold. Can you do something?”
“Can’t,” said the small alicorn, who was sitting back up with an attentive expression from under her fresh coating of frost.
“What happened?” called out the largest of the griffons remaining, a frost-covered giant with a raised crest. “We were eating, and… Oh, no. Ancestors forbid!” He staggered to one side and spewed vomit all over the frozen ground, followed by several other griffons in the crowd.
Since it did not seem as if the griffons were about to attack her for killing the corrupted Wingmaster, and the site of his death was nothing but a huge pile of ice ten times as big as she expected, Tempest Shadow busied herself with untying the captive ponies. It was too late for the suicidal batponies, but at least they could get the prisoners and the freed griffons, both tied captives and stunned former captors, evacuated before the whole place turned into an iceberg.
While she fumbled with the ropes, it was getting colder, or Tempest was just cooling off after her frantic battle for survival. One of the griffons in the hostage pile seemed to be the son of the emperor, who was still throwing up, so she turned to him and snapped, “Purge the rest of the griffons! They’ve eaten pony flesh and blood, so they’re a risk—”
“I know!” snapped the big griffon over his shoulder as he dipped his claws into the pile of bound ponies and snapped one of the ropes tying a quaking earth pony servant. “It’s getting colder since you killed the Wingmaster. We have to get every creature out of here before the whole mountain turns into ice. Father!”
“Tend to your own task,” snapped the huge griffon, who had just picked up one of his subjects, held him upside-down, and squeezed until a vile stream of vomit surged out of the hapless griffon’s beak. “Or call forth the Equestrians from their chariots above to assist.”
“No,” said Twilight Sparkle, quiet yet loud enough for both big griffons to look at her. “Not time.”
“I don’t know how much time we have!” Tempest Shadow slashed the ropes off another servant with one sweep of her hoofblade, then spared another glance at the giant pile of ice in the middle of the council circle. “I swear that’s getting bigger.”
“It is,” said the huge griffon. “Windigo are nearly impossible to kill.”
“Flaws,” said Twilight Sparkle suddenly. “Everything has one. Wait. Watch.”
“Wait for what!” snapped the immense form of the griffon emperor, who seemed on the edge of lashing out at the tiny alicorn in frustration.
“She said wait!” Tempest Shadow flung herself between the two of them, uncertain just why.
The answer was not long in coming.
“Windigo!” A voice as loud as thunder echoed across the council circle, knocking icicles off the nearby griffon fortress and shaking the ground with its fury. Following the blasting voice was a hammering wall of wind that blew away all the loose snow in the vicinity in one immense wave, making all of the griffons and ponies flatten so they were not blown away. An absolutely huge dragon who practically dwarfed the entire clearing slowed to a hover over the council circle, then landed on the unoccupied perches near the back with a crunch of ancient wood as they crumbled beneath his bulk. “Come forth, Windigo, and burn!”
Fire lanced out, a massive gout of flames that licked over the giant block of ice in the middle of the council circle before Tempest could call out. The ice sizzled and boiled, vanishing in a cloud of steam that washed over the area in an obscuring wet blanket.
“Stop!” called out Tempest as loud as possible into the gusts of wind as the dragon inhaled for another breath. “The Windigo is dead!”
Swirls of frozen mist drifted away from the beating of draconic and griffon wings until the massive dragon was revealed again. There was no sign of the ice block where the Windigo had been killed, or perhaps not killed from what the griffon emperor had just said, but there was a shallow puddle of water, and more importantly, it was occupied.
Two ponies wreathed in fire stood side-by-side, then proceeded to walk forward toward Tempest. Water boiled up around their hooves in little gouts of steam as they moved ever closer, and although Tempest was feeling a little overloaded with deadly threats at the moment, she calmed down when she recognized them, and more when they stopped in front of her and the flames surrounding them flickered out. Pumpernickel grunted recognition, his thick grey coat bleached into a near-pure white, while Laminia was only partially pale in a blotchy pattern, although her hindquarters were likewise white as newfallen snow.
“Pumpernickel. Laminia.” Tempest swallowed back some profanity. “Nirik?”
“I think so,” said Laminia uncertainly with a shake of her head that showed small flickers of flames still in her mane. “Love and rage at the same time. I didn’t think it would work. Never do that again. Please.”
Which left the huge dragon, who was watching with intense focus, as was the pinfeathered young griffon perched on his neck. “Did we get him?” called out the little griffon. “Did we melt the Windigo?”
“Child!” bellowed the griffon emperor, who had stumbled back when the dragon appeared, and now was staggering up onto his leonine paws. “Windigo cannot be killed by dragonfire alone. Although it looks as if you have set it back for now,” he added, looking at the puddle of water occupying the Windigo’s last position.
“Now we call for the guards and the airships,” said Twilight. “Evacuate.”
“You heard the young lady,” bellowed Tempest Shadow up at the hovering audience as loud as she could. “The Windigo are driven back for now. Grubber, get me two airships down here to pick up the residents. Captain Ironbound, assist! Dragon…” Tempest hesitated with one hoof extended to point. “Do what you can to help.”
“Gather the eggs,” called out the griffon emperor. “Leave none behind! We do not have much time.”
“How do you know?” snapped Tempest.
“Because we know our history,” said the huge griffon as pegasi began to land around them. “Commander Hurricane’s rescue is known to every chick. Our actions created those… creatures, and we were saved from our folly by the ponies which we spurned. Again.”
That massive head lowered, and to Tempest Shadow’s immense shock, the emperor knelt in front of her, placing his head on the sandy ground in a position of complete subjugation. “Tempest Shadow, Famed Warrior of Ponykind. We griffons have doomed the world by our vanity. You may have saved us for now, but the monster will return, more powerful from its destruction. I surrender my people to you in the hopes you will take them to safety while I remain behind to fight. Perhaps my sacrifice can allow you ponies to find a way to stop them yet again.”
“Get up!” snapped Tempest as other griffons began to kneel behind their emperor. “Get up, all of you! Nobody’s dying here today.” She reached down and lifted the immense bulk of the old griffon, not stopping until he was standing in front of her with wide astonished eyes.
“But—” started the emperor, but Tempest was having none of it, and spat her response at the top of her lungs.
“I did not come here to conquer, Old Bird! Twilight Sparkle brought me here to save you and your people. She can destroy the Windigo, but we have to get all of you out of here first. Don’t say anything, just go!”
“Twilight Sparkle? She’s here?” The whispers began to rise over the sounds of the last griffons vomiting and the loading of the shivering ponies into the airships. It made Tempest hesitate while reconsidering just exactly how the young alicorn was going to destroy the Windigo as she had promised, particularly when Twilight trotted over to the immense dragon and began speaking to it like they were long-lost friends. It was remarkable how the small alicorn slipped underneath the eyes of the stunned griffons, but then again, Tempest Shadow had barely believed reality when there were so many newspaper stories and rumors about the older alicorn who had rescued Princess Luna.
There was little time for Tempest to think while hustling around, directing the griffons and ponies into zeppelins and Equestrian chariots. She almost did not notice in the chaotic bustle of loading when the griffon emperor moved closer to her as if he were supervising the efficiency of his subjects in the evacuation, but she did notice when he put his huge beak next to her ear and whispered.
“You should have let me stay and fight. I will be dead in a few weeks anyway, from a disease which has no cure. No, the rest of my people do not know,” he added quickly. “I was hoping to find somegriff to fill my position before I passed. Now I will die in disgrace, an old fool who fell for the sweetened lies of our ancient enemy.”
“Your son seems to be doing your job well,” said Tempest quietly in response, looking at the big griffon who was hefting the overly pregnant form of an earth pony on board one of the airships. “The others follow him now without question, most likely because he was in the food pile instead of with you and the rest of the blue-eyed bunch. More stubborn than his father.”
“Yes, but…” The huge form of the emperor shifted uncomfortably. “He has never viewed ponies as equals, just servants and subordinates.”
Tempest eyed the emperor’s son as he carefully lifted a wrapped griffon egg on board one of the zeppelins, which had touched down gently on the frozen sand so the birds on the crew could assist with the evacuation. “He has a good start here, and I think I can help.” In a few succinct sentences, Tempest detailed her plan into the emperor’s ear, until she was finished and he turned an upraised eyebrow in her direction.
“You dream big,” he said quietly. “Good.”
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In far less time than she expected, and still a little distracted at how fast everything was going, Tempest Shadow found herself on an airship rising into the sky. Below, the council circle was beginning to freeze over again, and the last few possessions of the evacuating griffons lay scattered across the icy sand, abandoned by urgency and the increasing cold. Tempest had made sure to spread the griffons out across all the airships and Equestrian pegasus chariots, while the earth pony servants and griffon eggs had been loaded on board the airship with all the stubborn parrots as crew.
The noncombatants needed to be placed out of harm’s way. Tempest had plans for the rest of them, even the vast dragon which was circling the whole armada with long, slow sweeps of his gargantuan wings.
To Tempest’s surprise, Twilight Sparkle was standing at her side as the combined force of air vessels climbed. She really had expected the young alicorn to be standing inside the volcano she was about to create, but since Tempest was not holding onto the power of two… no, three alicorns in her mortal body, it was Twilight’s call. It made her wonder just who was really in charge of the situation, or if ‘in charge’ was even applicable. Tempest was in charge of the Storm King’s forces, of course, while Ironbound was in charge of the Equestrians, subordinated to her for the time being. The emperor, who Tempest had not expected here at all, had actually bowed to her, a mark of subservience that had not been done to a pony for a thousand years, and she had instinctively turned him down, much like Commander Hurricane. And the dragon, who had made his nest in the griffon’s burial cave far above their fortress, was quite old enough to know about the Windigo from their last visit and still followed Tempest’s directions to help load the refugees into the airships.
And yet, Tempest may have been in charge, but Twilight Sparkle was in control. Tempest was quite glad it worked out that way.
“I need their attention,” said Twilight finally as the zeppelin rose to an altitude where the mountain’s gusts were less troublesome. “Cornet.”
The Equestrian bugler raised his instrument and blasted out a series of sharp notes that echoed out across the mountain. A simple instrument would not have been able to sound that far, but the unicorn bugler was using a sound projection spell, and in a few minutes they were surrounded. Airships full of griffons, ponies, and yeti all were looking at Tempest, although she was starting to get concerned about her own mismatched troops. After the fight they had watched, they needed to fight something or they would start fighting each other, and that was never good.
“I c-can’t t-talk to them,” managed Twilight Sparkle through a low tremor that ran up her pale purple coat as she peered over the airship railing at the glare of reforming ice far below. “Need to know how important friendship is. Only thing that can stop the Windigo from returning.”
“I will speak,” said the immense form of the griffon emperor, who moved up beside Tempest like a feathered shadow. “I’ll need your spell so I can be heard,” he added to Cornet. “And I’ll need you to talk afterward,” he said to Tempest. “Make it good.”
And the emperor began.
It only took a few words before Tempest recognized why the enormous griffon had risen to his post. He spoke of the griffon’s ancient ties with ponykind, their aeries scattered all across the world, and their self-imposed separation from other races. He talked of ties between families and companions in battle, of the bonds that formed when facing adversity. Tempest was not used to rhetoric because the Storm King tended to cackling and gleeful bragging, but she could feel a tear begin to form as the huge griffon built to a thundering crescendo.
“...All griffons know we have never ruled over others. We are and have always been guests, invited by Commander Hurricane herself to join the ponies in this new land. This was not an offer she had to make, for it was our arrogance and pride which called disaster down upon all of us. Ponies chose to forgive us that sin and give us a second chance. Generations of griffons have strove to be worthy of that gift, and in one foolish moment of weakness, we have brought that ancient evil back to threaten every living creature across the land.
“We have forgotten the lessons our ancestors taught us, and I will be unable to lift my head with pride when I stand once more before them. But I will fight the darkness one last time with my new friends. Together we must join as one in order to bring the fire of friendship once again. Together, we must…”
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Monster could feel the moment get closer with every chilly breath of mountain air, and she was no longer afraid in the slightest. Fizzy and Grubber and Emperor and Yeti and Guards all around her were connected by glowing lines of fire in her mind. It was the same feeling she had with her own friends times a thousand, swirling around the snow-dusted breezes generated by the airships and pegasus chariots until she could no longer keep it all inside.
She sang.
Joy filled her heart with the friendship all around her, and within just a few notes, they all began to join in the song. From the powerful baritone of the Emperor to Fizzy’s pure high voice, the hopeless off-key of Grubber and the roaring chorus of Yeti, they all merged together in a giant… thing that she did not have words for. The magic she had been carrying from Celestia and Luna poured away into the growing and glowing fire that filled the mountain below them, roaring like a furnace as a column of pure light ascended up into the sky. Still, she sang in harmony, consumed by the overwhelming sensations of her surrounding new friends. The military togetherness of the Equestrian guards. The fierce feeling of family among the griffons. The joyful battling of the Yeti. The deep faithful sensation of the ancient dragon, rising one last time in memory of his long-dead friends from centuries ago.
Monster never even noticed when she slumped to the deck of the airship, exhausted but still wearing a jubilant smile as she slipped into slumber.
“Twilight? Are you awake?”
Monster had been tired before. After one of her explosive outbursts, she commonly had just enough strength to drag her tattered and patchy body back to Home before collapsing for several days. Currently, she felt worse, although better also in some strange way. She opened one eye to look back at Greenie, who looked as bad as she felt. At least the ice had melted away from his shaggy green coat, but now he had broad patches of snow-white fur across his face and shoulders, while his entire hindquarters were about as white as they could get.
“Awake,” she managed, then took a sip from the glass he was holding out for her. “Hurts.”
“That’s a good sign. Magical exhaustion that doesn’t hurt is far more dangerous.” Her tutor gave a tense glance over one shoulder. “I only have a few minutes before Stargazer has her next contraction, so I’ll be brief. We’re on one of the airships, headed for a safe city. Your friend Tempest Shadow took everpony— everybody else from the aerie with her to attack the Storm King. Everybody except the chicks and eggs, of course. And you, because you really looked wiped out by that song.”
“And you,” managed Monster through her dry throat.
“And most of the earth pony servants from the griffon aerie,” confirmed Greenie with a nod. “I have no idea why some of them went along with the invasion.”
“Friendship.”
The word seemed to set her tutor back a step and made him consider the situation in a new light. “Friendship,” he mused. “After what you did back there… The last few weeks drove everything else out of my mind, I suppose. Too afraid to think with the two of us hiding, and then I killed—”
A low shudder traveled up Greenie’s sides, making Monster shake off most of her crushing fatigue in exchange for pressing the side of her head against the big pony’s warm neck.
“Had to,” she murmured. “Didn’t want to. Killing when you want to is bad.”
“For just a moment, I wanted to,” admitted Greenie. “I was angry. Furious, even. If you and Tempest Shadow had not interrupted the Windigo, I could have been—”
“No,” said Monster just as hard as she could with a firm head butt. There were no other words she could think of, so she just stayed there with her head pressed against Greenie’s warmth until a low distant moan broke the silence.
“Another contraction,” said Greenie. “I better get back there and… keep doing what I’ve been doing. Hippogriff births don’t seem very easy.”
Without another word, the pale green pony vanished into the back of the airship cabin, but was quickly replaced by a much smaller griffin who practically bounced up to Monster and started immediately talking.
“I’m Princess Sun Shines but you can call me Sunny and you’re Twilight Sparkle like the pony who beat Nightmare Moon and freed Princess Luna but I thought you’d be larger even though Greenie said it was complicated and I should give you some space until you recovered and I don’t know why you need to recover from just singing even if we did make a giant humongous glowing heart out of fire with our song and the Windigo sizzled like worms on a griddle and vanished—” The little griffon paused to breathe and swallow before continuing slower. “Even if he was my grandfather.”
“Sorry,” muttered Monster.
“Don’t be,” snapped the little griffon, looking much older for a moment. “He stopped being my lineage when he betrayed all the griffons. He is dead to me, dead to our clan, and dead to all griffons.”
Sunny stopped at that and looked so crushed that Monster had to rely on the lessons she learned from her friends. She moved closer to the small griffon, who was still slightly larger than Monster, and wrapped her forelegs carefully around the trembling feathered neck. “It’s ok to be afraid,” she whispered slowly, trying her best not to mess up the words.
“I’m afraid a lot. Trixie says sometimes brave ponies are the most afraid of all.” Despite Sunny shaking her head, Monster pressed on like Trixie had taught her, taking advantage of the opportunity to get her words out before emotions could confuse them. “You woke up the great big dragon. Spike is only a little bitty dragon, but sometimes he wakes up with fire, so Trixie uses a long stick to poke him. Then you rode on his back to attack the Windigo. That was awesome,” added Monster, because Scootaloo always said that after somepony did something really dangerous and survived.
The trembling under Monster’s embrace slowed, and Sunny opened up her big golden eyes again, blinking away some tears. “That was pretty awesome, wasn’t it?”
Monster nodded against Sunny’s warm feathered neck, but she slowed her motion as something began to bother her. She wanted to tell her friends all about what had happened and show them Sunny and all kinds of things, but the wrongness itched at her horn.
“Where are we going?” she asked carefully.
“Northshire,” said Sunny. “There are ponies there—”
“No,” said Monster just as hard as she could.
“We’re not going to join the attack on the Storm King,” said Sunny just as forcefully in return. “There are eggs and pregnant mares on this ship. It is my responsibility as the Princess of our aerie to see to their safety.”
“No.” Ever so slowly, Monster moved her head until her horn pointed at the cabin wall. “That way,” she said. “My friends need me. C-cadence. S-s-shiny. They’re fighting. Something terrible. Dark. We have to hurry.”
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“Go on,” encouraged Trixie, giving Rainbow Dash a push to the flank to get moving. “You and Fluttershy brought back the information I’m working from, after all. Get out there and help her entertain the crystal ponies and try to make them feel happy so their magic can keep King Sombra at bay.”
“It isn’t going to help if we can’t find that Crystal Heart!” snapped Rainbow. “You’ve got Rarity making weird hats for the Crystal Faire, Pinkie Pie and Applejack busy baking, and there’s nopony out looking for it!”
“I sent the kids,” said Trixie, trying to sound confident instead of terrified. “It was either that or have them running around underhoof with Princess Cadence and… whatever they name that weird foal with the huge wings. Shining Armor can’t help because he’s still trying to keep the city shield up, and Sunburst is hopelessly lost in that dusty library, looking for anything to help.”
“So…” Rainbow Dash took a look over her shoulder and the ornate pegasus armor they had found. “All we can do is stall until the kids find the Crystal Heart? That’s your best plan?”
“Unless you think Twilight is going to come bursting through the dome over the Crystal Empire to save the day, yes!” snapped Trixie.
“Really?” Rainbow Dash grinned. “That would be awesome!”
❅ ❅ ❅
“We’re all going to die, right?”
Grubber gave Tempest Shadow a sideways glance from where they both stood at the prow of the lead airship. All around them, a fleet of airships and Royal Guard chariots filled the sky, with individual griffons and pegasi flying ahead as scouts. It was an overwhelming force, the kind that Tempest had always wanted when in service to the Storm King’s expansionist desires, but now she had to compare it against the forces in the king’s lair and it really should have been bigger for them to have a fair chance at what she was attempting.
“I thought so a few hours ago. Ask me again tomorrow,” said Tempest, not changing her grim expression one bit, although she did shift her eyes sideways to look at the nocturne couple flapping lazily along to one side of the airship. “Without new friends, I would have been dead twice. I never thought that bitch would jump.”
Grubber shrugged, although he moved to keep Tempest’s body between him and Laminia. “Sometimes, friendship needs a little push.”
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Yeah you better hide, little badger dude. Next two chapters in the arc will be out as soon as I can. Until then, hail to the new Storm Queen.
Hail to the new storm queen. And thanks for the great updates love this story and glad you are still updating it unlike some others
All hail the Queen !
Uh, looks like Fizzy really really needs a colt friend.
Storm Queen Tempest Shadow sounds perfectly bad ass as a title. And we got to see a true dragon flame a monster, good chapter! I can't wait to see hos things go with Sombra, but has Rainbow Dash considered doing a Sonic Rainboom to fire up the Crystal Ponies????
Underrated line.
Also, Laminia to Grubber:
Also, three (3!!) new Letters chapters in as many days? 2020 ver. 2 might actually have had meaningful bug fixes!
I'm absolutely certain he didn't mean that in a metaphorical sense, and that Laminia probably felt a pair of little hands on her backside somewhere just before she made her spectacular Death-From-Above attack.
Soooo awesome. I still say i want tiny Twilight to meet Monster and then i want them both to kick Sombra tail
Grubber you little genius holy shit shes gonna kill you
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With more to possibly come if our valiant author is to be believed! I'm giddy with excitement!
Small actions, and a right place at the right time.
Hehehe. Oh well played.
Wow, I read that entire thing, like, all 93 chapters in less than a week.
That was fun.
Ahh poor Grubber.
Trixie has been thus far my favorite in this story. All of her silly mishaps even as she gets a handle on this 'friendship' business. I'm really curious to see if Sunset pops up and who'll deal with her.
Aaaaaaaaaaa
I need more
Nothing is updating fast enough and the story is so good I just reread the entire thing!
Let's hope the Kirin trick was enough to counter that...
Whew, they snapped out of it.
The Emperor remains awesome.
Wait... the dragon?
YESSSSS!
Booyah. The Power Couple survived.
Sunny!
She's ordering the dragon around, lawl.
Who thought it was a good idea to let Grubber loose though?
Well, that was easier than expected
Is she gonna marry into griffin royalty?
Did she just... summon the Fire of Friendship? Fo'real? woah.
Ah yes. Always the tutor
So, um, does that include the Equestrian military?
Haa, she indeed summoned the Fire of Friendship
Ha!
Grubber is a true friend who knows when he's needed
Great story! Looking forward to reading more.
Ya know I'm almost starting to feel sorry for Discord with how this is probably going to end. I'm sure he's going to put on a great show, but, ya know, FRIENDSHIP! and PONIES! and TEMPEST SHADOW! and...
...oh, who am I kidding, Discord's probably going to end up accidentally eating some of Sweetie Bell's cooking and need a stomach pump and give up.
The first chapter of the first Monster story was published over nine years ago, wow.
Orbital Friendship Cannon is go!
Friendship Tide, firing...
Took me long enough to get to this installment, but I’m very glad I finally did so. Outstanding conclusion to this part of it, especially the revelation of bat-niriks. (Enrutcons?) I do have to appreciate any plan that can be summarized as “Throw heavy metal covers at the problem until you get to the power ballad.”
Eagerly looking forward to seeing how the rest of the plan comes together. And just what it will take for Discord to admit the friendswarm is getting to him.
I just finished re-reading The Monster in the Twilight and of coursed loved it just like the first time. And I always forget how much I like Twist in that story.
However this is not my first time trying to get into this story, since it's been years and I've forgotten everything about it, but trying to follow up 100k words of cute primal Twilight adventures immediately with 2 chapters and 3k words of seemingly random bigmac x all princesses is just too jarring and not at all what I am interested in this universe for. I find myself yet again getting instantly filtered from reading this story any further. I want to know what the other 375k words are about, but not more than I fear it might be more random stuff that I don't care about as opposed to cute adventures with Twilight and her friends.
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It makes for a hell of a work environment in the office, I tell you what.
Woooot! Always a pleasure to read this.
11550337 And a pleasure to keep writing on it. (although I'm terribly behind)
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It was silent on the balcony of the Royal Sisters, with no more noise than the faint whisper of wind as Luna and Celestia watched the sun approach the horizon. Once again, their manes flowed with alicorn magic, and a single book on foalbirth lay untouched between them.
Finally, Celestia gave off a deep sigh and admitted, “There are times when trusting in Harmony sucks.”
Luna considered the statement for a time, then nodded.
“I mean it took both of us to defeat Sombra the first time,” continued Celestia.
“And this time, we sent Trixie,” said Luna. “He’s doomed. And she’s never going to let us live this down. She’ll probably find a way to become an alicorn so she can rub it in for centuries.”
This time, it was Celestia’s turn to look pensive for a while, then nod.
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Heeeey, only had to switch planes 2.... Okay 3 times but that last one didn't count! It was apparently due for maintenance.
I remembered this fic, came and checked on it, and it had a couple chapters fresh. it's been a while since this chapter came out, I'll have to check your userpage to see if you're dead.
OP is confirmed not dead as of 4 hours ago on the action timer as of this comment. Care to corroborate, OP?
11676935 Um. What?
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There, see, comments? He still exists!
Just got around to reading this can’t wait for more
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So that's what being yoinked through time feels like.
Also: You monster! You've spoilt everything!
spoil me more