Chapter 1
Silhouettes of nightmarish creatures capered about. A handful detaching from the main group, they lurched after her as she galloped through a hellish landscape that was near barren except for skeletal trees that dotted here and there. Arms, horribly distorted, reached for her and she neighed in terror as she imagined their razor-sharp claws raking across her flank and tangling in her main.
With a lurch, mostly because of the train clunking as it slowed down, Aurora Belle came awake. Blinking, looking sleepily, stupidly, around, she at first could not understand why was on a train. The nightmare, the same one she had intermittently for some time now, gradually slipped away as it came back to her all that had led her to this moment. Turning to look out the window, she sighed in resignation as she watched the train station draw closer.
All she wanted was her cutie mark. And it wasn’t for lack of trying that she didn’t have one yet. But, after a number of incidents, including one that involved a couple avocados that somehow ended up getting bucked through a ventilation, another that involved five pounds of raw oatmeal and her getting banned from Applewood Bowling Lanes, and lastly one that had turned out to be a misunderstanding and had led to her being bullied and harassed by a group of neighbourhood hooligans, she had been put on a train bound for Ponyville.
What she now found pointless was that, looking back, she couldn’t really be sure why she did the things she had done, as they had always ended with her still having a blank flank and often covered in something sticky, like sap or a syrup of some sort. And the thing that had finally pushed her mom to tell her, “You’re going to Ponyville to live with your aunt Sweetie Belle,” really hadn’t been her fault, despite what truant officer Cropkey insisted. It had been simply a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, mixed in with the neighbourhood filly and colt troublemakers who continuously tormented her.
“Next stop, Ponyville,” the conductor Pony suddenly cried out, breaking her out of her thoughts and watching as the train pulled into the station and slowed to a stop, Aurora Belle again sighed in resignation.
She missed Applewood, her mom, and her school, even though she really didn’t have anyone she could actually call a friend, as most were mere passing acquaintances. She wanted to go home, not be stuck with some relation she really didn’t know, yet was somepony her mom was certain could help her. Glancing one final time out the window, trying to get a good look at the town, but was unable to, she thought she would dislike it as she hopped down off the seat. Levitating her carry-on bag down out of the luggage rack, she trotted slowly down the main aisle toward the door.
After she’d disembarked it didn’t take her long to locate her two suitcases. Still unused to making more then one item float, she clumsily floating all three onto a cart then began to push it through the throng of Ponies. Wondering if any of them was Sweetie Belle, the Unicorn filly watched as the station slowly cleared out, leaving only the normal personal. Grousing about not being met, it came back to her how her mother had given her aunt’s home address. Figuring it must have been expected Sweetie Belle wouldn’t be able to meet her at the station, Aurora huffed and awkwardly floated two of her bags, clamped the third firmly in her mouth and hastily walked out of the station.
Outside, she found the street crowded with mares and stallions going about their business as they rushed to some destination, chatted with neighbours and friends, or visited the shops and stalls. Looking about, Aurora realised that she had no idea where to find her aunt’s place as she peered at all the nearby buildings. Choosing a direction, she began trotting, stopping every so often to let up on her magick to adjust her spell, which was wearing her out. Twenty minutes or so later, after having stopped and asked for a directions from a couple Ponies, one or two Hippogriffs and a Griffon who had demanded, “Got any bits?” Aurora angrily spat out her bag and gazed incredulously at the front door of what she guessed was her aunt’s cottage barely giving it a second thought as her other two suitcases thumped loudly onto the ground a couple steps behind her.
Unable to believe what she was seeing, the Unicorn filly stared at the note affixed to the door a moment longer before using her magick to pull it down. Her mystic ability, near drained after the strenuous task of floating things for such a long time, fizzing out, she watched the bit of paper sink to the ground. Stepping closer, she read the top line and confirmed it was indeed for her. Scanning the rest of the parchment, she read:
Aurora Belle
I am sorry that I was unable meet you at the train station or at home. An emergency came up that I could not get out of and I had to take care of it. I will see you later today, after school.
“School?!” the filly squeaked out, finding it incredible that she had only arrived and already she was expected to go to school. Flabbergasted by this, she looked at the rest of what her aunt wrote and read:
An old friend of mine will meet you at Sugar Cube Corners at eight, provided your train gets in on time. She will take you to school, as it has been arranged for you to be in her class. I trust you brought stuff with. If this is so, leave your bags just inside and when you get home later I will help you get settled. In the meantime, welcome to Ponyville. I know you are going to love it here and any way I can help you, especially in matters regarding cutie marks, I’ll be there.
Love
Sweetie Belle
Frustrated by the note, Aurora re-read it to see if she missed anything, including who was supposed to meet her and where Sugar Cube Corners was. Managing to coax a titbit of magick from her horn, she flipped the paper over to see if anything had been written on the back. Finding only instructions on how to get to her next destination, the filly snipped, “At least she left me directions,” as she read how to get to Sugar Cube Corners, then noted Sweetie Belle had also left instructions on how to find the school, which Aurora thought looked like it was on the other side of Ponyville.
Still unhappy, she used her magick to crumple the note. Glad that at least her mystic abilities hadn’t been too badly affected by her extraneous usage and were at least returning to what she viewed as normal, she crammed the note in her carry-on bag. Unsure of exactly what time it was, she heaved a sigh, dipped her head, bit down on the handle on the closest piece of luggage and began to drag her bags into her aunt’s cottage, of which she half expected to be locked, and was thankful it wasn’t.
After she had set in her stuff inside, Aurora hurried in the direction of Sugar Cube Corner. Spotting a clock tower in the distance, she noted that it was nearly seven forty. Worried she would be late, she broke into a gallop until she approached what she guessed was the place she was her destination. Slowing, the filly started searching the crowd of Ponies as she approached a pink building that she thought looked a little like a gingerbread house.
As she scanned the crowd of mares and stallions, observing that there was no fillies or colts in the crowd, which she figured was because they must be already at school, the Unicorn filly noted that there didn’t appear to be any particular Pony who stood out as waiting for somepony. Drawing closer to the building, feeling like she was wasting her time, figuring that if nopony called out to her she would start toward the school, she turned and searched the crowd. Worried that she would be late for her first day of school, she continued to scan the crowd, the rich, fragrant smell of baked goods, many she noted obviously prepared with apples, wafting out the nearby open door as she did so.
Her stomach rumbled with hunger as she smelled more and more of the delicious aromas and after a moment, as she grew more and more certain she wasn’t going to find whomever her aunt had meant for to meet, she began wishing she had a couple of bits to purchase something from the bakery. Thinking about the blueberry scone her mom had packed her, which she had eaten shortly before bordering the train, she took a steps back the way she’d come and stopped when she heard a haughty voice state, “Do tell your mom and dad I said hello,” and glancing in the direction of the speaker, Aurora watched as an Earth Pony with a crown for a cutie mark exited the building.
There was something about the Pony that made her stand out above the rest. Aurora couldn’t quite put her hoof on what it was about the mare, but thought it must be the she seemed to disdain nearly all around her. “Like they are somehow beneath her,” the Unicorn filly decided.
As she watched the Earth Pony, Aurora toyed with the notion, “It’s almost like she’d royalty,” then considered that, if this Earth Pony was so, she wasn’t like Princess Twilight, whom she had seen twice, from a distance, through a crowd.
“Or like the royal sisters,” she mused as she visualised the pictures of Luna and Celestia she had seen in books.
The Earth mare, still pushing her way through the crowd, stopped unexpectedly and, almost as if she was aware she was being stared at, turned her head and gave Aurora a piercing glare. Suddenly acutely aware and ashamed that she had been gawking, and caught doing so, the young Unicorn wished she could be anywhere else at the moment. Then, to her shock, the Earth Pony trotted over to her. Stopping a couple steps away, the mare explained, “It is very rude to stare,” in a tone that declared this was common knowledge and Aurora should know it.
At a loss what she should say, the filly mumbled, “Sorry,” than, as an afterthought, added, “Ma’am.”
“You must be Sweetie Belle’s niece,” the Earth Pony declared as she gave Aurora a critical look, then, before the young Unicorn could say anything, the mare stated, “I do not approve tardiness. It is unbecoming.”
Again, Aurora was overcome with a sense of uncertainty as to what she should say. Everything that had happened and that she felt out of place overwhelming her, the filly stamped a hoof and huffed, “I only just got off the train.”
“Ugh. The train got in nearly fifty minutes ago.”
“Right. And there was no one to meet me, so I had to go find my aunt’s. Only, I didn’t know where it was. And when I found it, there was a note telling me she had gone off to deal with some emergency and I was to meet somepony here. Or head for school.”
“Those are excuses, which will often not get you anywhere in life,” the mare stated imperiously, then, without even waiting for Aurora to respond, walked away.
The young Unicorn, stunned by the mare’s behaviour and what she had said, watched the Earth Pony and how other creatures often moved out of her way. Not sure who the mare was, but leaning toward a certainty that she did not want to know, the filly started to turn her attention back to searching for whomever she was supposed to meet when the Earth Pony abruptly stopped and looked back at her. Positive she was about to get another verbal reprimand about something, Aurora was taken aback when the mare stated, “Well. Are you coming. Or are you going to stand there all day.”
Disliking the way the Pony spoke in such snooty tones, Aurora considered ignoring her as she cast at the crowd of Ponies. None of them seeming to stand out as the one aunt Sweetie Belle asked to meet her, the Unicorn filly sighed in resignation and galloped after the mare. Falling in step next to her, the young Unicorn listened as the Earth Pony proclaimed, “I am Diamond Tiara and I will be your teacher whilst you are living in Ponyville.”
Not happy with this, Aurora found herself sinking into a sense of moroseness. Next to her, Diamond Tiara lectured on how, with the opening of Twilight’s School of Friendship, Ponyville had seen an upsurge in residents. Upon hearing this, Aurora Belle turned her attention to studying the various occupants of Ponyville, ranging from Dragons to Griffons to Yaks to Hippogriffs to Zebras, wondering why they had all chosen such a place to call home. Continuing to look at the crowd of creatures, she barely paid attention as her teacher continued on with what she was saying.
“Of course, not every filly and colt, Dragon yearling, young Griffon, Zebras, Hippogriff, and Yak was suitable for Twilight’s school. So, they were sent to Ponyville’s original school house. This meant expanding the school, which my family was only too happy to provide the bits necessary for such a project. Afterward, my teacher, Miss Cheerilee, was made principal and, after much discussion, it was decided to divide the course load between two classes. Former class president Pipsqueak took one class. I took the other.
“This was of course a natural choice. Especially as it was Sweetie Belle and her crusader friends who helped me to start on the path to finding the Pony I not only wanted to be, but was meant to be.”
Aurora, still barely taking any of this in, instead resisted the urge to roll her eyes at some of the pretentiousness she was hearing in Diamond Tiara’s speech. Nodding at places she guessed she was supposed to, the Unicorn filly studied the buildings of Ponyville. Finding them rustic, she mentally compared them with what she was familiar with, then found herself wishing she was home as she wondered how long she was to live with her aunt, which brought her back to how all she wanted was her cutie mark. Approaching a particular building that stood out amongst the others, Aurora noted how it looked like a red schoolhouse that had been expanded on.
Diamond Tiara, who was now walking a couple steps in front of the young Unicorn, stated, “Normally, we begin classes at about eight. But for today, we will begin a little later, which means everyone stays a little later than usual,” as she headed inside the building.
Led toward a classroom in what Aurora Belle thought was the older section of the building, she stopped and stared at the sea of faces. At a loss as to where she should sit, the filly scanned the room for an empty desk as Diamond Tiara moved to the front of the room.
When she reached a specific point a couple inches from a stout desk, she faced the class and stamped her hoof. The room quieting, the Earth Pony declared, “Class. Today, we welcome somepony new. I expect you to make Aurora Belle here to feel as welcome as possible,” and glancing down her muzzle at the young Unicorn, Diamond Tiara told her, “Take a seat. You may sit next to Silver Dart,” and extending a hoof, she directed Aurora to the back of the classroom.
Aware of the large number of eyes on her, the Unicorn filly self-consciously trotted quickly to the back of the room. Finding an empty desk that had a slate and writing implement on top of it, she slipped into the seat. Fidgeting for a moment, she tried to get comfortable on the hard wooden chair that was attached to the desk.
In front of her, the Ponies, Zebras, Griffons, Yaks, Hippogriffs, and Dragons that had been watching her gradually turned their attention to the front as Diamond Tiara began her first lecture of the school day. Overwhelmed, struggling to follow along with the lesson, Aurora glanced at the Pony to her right. Immediately, she noticed that, like her, he also was a blank flank. Watching as he doodled on his slate with one of his wings, she waited a couple seconds before whispering, “I’m Aurora Belle.”
A twitch of his free wing, which she took to be his way of waving, and the brilliant cerulean Pegasus dourly said, “I’m Silver Dart,” as he wiped his slate and began drawing a new set of images.
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Seems interesting... like and fav for now
^ he's the god of messing up Faust's stuff
Seems legitimate.
~Crystalline Electrostatic~
So Let me get this straight: Sweetie Belle said the spell, and Apple Bloom and Scootaloo suddenly went inside her, and now she's an alicorn?
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The Alchemical combination of the three aspects of ponydom? Considering the resulting filly still seems to perceive herself as Sweetie, it's reasonable to assume she is the 'dominant' persona. I wonder if she inherited their memories and experiences as well, or whether only the aspects were merged and not their minds. Hmmmmmmm, You have my interest
Magick should be magic
THIS IS NOT THE TIME OR PLACE FOR PONY TRANSMUTATION, SWEETIE ELRIC!
~Lieutenant Oak
4548062 Magick is an archaic way of spelling the word magic. But thank you anyway.
Well done but the Indiana Jones references annoy me , once would be fine but it was mentioned like 5 times .
" It was only because of Fluttershy that we survived. " for some reason this feels or sounds rather strange coming from Sweetybell perhaps you should try to incorporate her upper class English accent more in this line .
In the beginning of the story Twilight is the one who tries to fix Sweetybell I ask why not Celestia as she in more familiar with magic and naturally Twilight would have tried to fix her before coming to Celestia making this scene seem a bit strange at least to me . .
" ~Nearly 24 hours earlier~ " I don't think that this in necessary and for me it removes me from the story just for a moment which is something which is best avoided . I think it is natural to conclude that the second scene is before the first scene chronologically .
“Ah don’t know,” Apple Bloom said, doubt in her voice as she tried to figure out what exactly it was Scootaloo was saying they should do.
I would write this as : " Ah don't know " , Apple Bloom's voice thick with doubt as she tried to get her hooves around what exactly it was Scootaloo was saying they should do . ( sounds confusing enhancing the feeling of Apple Blooms confusion , removes " said " )
That is all I have to say but it is very well written I might give it a second read over latter .
Good story so far.
A request! Considering all the things, even in canon, left in that castle... Please have some pony tell the Princesses to station some damn guards there.
What next? Does somepony find the Rainbow of Darkness being used as a doorstop?
Oh-ho! She "ate" 2 of them! 2 left 1 to go!
4549233 Thank you for the feedback you provided. I enjoy it and it helps. I have a two questions. What five references to Indiana Jones. I only know of one, and that is when they are talking about archeology, which was put in deliberately.
I tried to match this as much to the cartoon as possible, so for the way Sweetie Belle talks, can you go into further detail as to what you mean by an upper class English Accent (I'll be going back and watching episodes centred around Sweetie Belle and seeing what I can pull from them).
Twilight, instead of Celestia, trying her magick on Sweetie Belle is probably a plot hole I should go back an fix. I have noticed a couple other things that probably should be corrected and after I have posted the rest of the story, already have part 2 finished and am starting on part 3, I'll go back and fix as much as I can. If more people complain about the 24 hours bit, I will gladly remove it. Also, I'll see what I can do to fix Apple Bloom's dialect in that one spot. Again, thank you for the feedback. It is much appreciated.
>> Dashea Rayne
Alright I will admit I was kind of overexerting but reading it over again the words " tomb " , " tomb raider " is a bit overused during the second scene and I cannot help but think of Indiana Jones when ever I read those words making it appear to me as I if it were said 5 or more times .
Indiana Jones and the raider of the lost ark ; the words " tomb + raider " trigger this correlation , use them less to make the latter reference a little less obvious and more of a surprise . Use mausoleum , catacomb , sepulcher ext .
I do understand that they are just young fillies but I think Sweety Bell could use these as she and Rarity have quite a large / sophisticated vocabulary . I can especially see it used it sarcasm . " Ya,h lets go and explore the ancient Acropolis you said . " YA SEE WHAT THAT'S GOTTEN USE INTO ! next time we spend the day doing something proper like bobsledding " ( couldn't think of anything , sadly I'm nowhere as good as you at the accent thing got a mix between Apple Bloom and Sweety Bell )
The latter reference :
“I bet it looks like a fedora and a bullwhip,” this reference I'm fine with but all of the previous repetitions of " tomb " and " tomb raiders " makes this rather obvious and an easily seen reference .
I'm sorry if i was a bit unclear but I'm fine with Sweety Bell's speech structure throughout the whole story and the only problem I had was at that on sentence . " It was only because of Fluttershy that we survived. " this sentence feels too direct to the point , reread this paragraph . The last sentence just feels out off place.
>>Eternity 6
Holly !@#! I type really slowly I started my reply a minute after you comment and now it is 30 minutes latter .
Curse you dyslexia
4550960 I'll go back and edit the overuse of the word Tomb and consult a thesaurus on words to substitute in. In truth, I was going for one reference to Indiana Jones and one reference to Tomb Raider/Laura Croft. When I go back to edit, I also try and correct that one sentence of Sweetie Belle's. Again, thank you for the advice.
I like the concept, but between the really boring/meandering descriptions, excessive sentence structure, and extremely OOC dialogue, it couldn't hold my attention.
Absolutely awesome! you got yourself a follow a fav and a thumbs up
Can't wait for next chapter. You did very well
When I saw this, it said there were 666 views.
IT'S A SIGN.
4549647 One does not simply use the rainbow of darkness as a door stop... a paper weight is a much more likely scenerio!
I got to say this is a interesting story you have so far :3
Ok, let me start out by saying, wow. Just... Wow. This is an idea I've never seen before, so its easily one of the most unique stories I've ever read. Good work!
4548240 How in the heck did you manage to reference Pokemon, fullmetal alchemist and mlp all at once!?
I have no idea but it is glorious.
I like it. Though note the fight part seems rather out of nowhere and I would personally prefer some dialogue in such a scene. It seemed also not particularly important...Eh just my thoughts.
So far I'm really interested.
4563830
I believed.
Good premise, but that's just the tip of the iceberg to a successful story. Lets see if you can roll the punches in the subsequent chapters.
Delightful story. I want to see where this goes.
I wish to start by saying thank you to all who have liked or favoured or are following this story as well as those who have offered titbits on what can be edited. As soon as I have finished posting this message, I will be going back and posting not only an updated version of part one, but also posting part two of the story.
If interested, editted bits of part one include fixing some of the dialogue for Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom (I want to keep this as close to the show as I can) in two spots, changing or removing some of the overused words and, at the behest of one person who has commented on it and my English professor, I have also removed the bit of about 24 hours.
I apologise in advance if it still seems like the story has "boring/meandering descriptions, excessive sentence structure, and extremely OOC dialogue" (whatever OOC means), but this is my writing style and is a reflection of the types of books I read and the creative writing classes I have taken. So, please either enjoy or don't enjoy. It's up to the reader.
Their dialogue REALLY doesn't sound like that of children, I'm sorry. Try reading some of their lines aloud, in their unique tones of voice. Doesn't feel right, does it?
Dashea,
First off, great idea using FimFiction as a testing ground to improve your writing! Writing for an audience like this is far more rewarding than any writing I ever did in school, you'll find real and extensive constructive criticism here, and I'm happy you have a professor who has joined the rest of us in the twenty first century.
You obviously have the basics of writing down, but given that you have no blog posts or favorites, I'm guessing this is your first serious foray into a canon you're not an expert on, so first off, welcome to FimFiction. We use various acronyms here, and OOC translates to Out Of Character; when you see that, it means someone thinks you haven't properly studied and internalized the character's values and methods of speech. Many of us started writing on FimFiction because we find it easier to borrow a set of well defined characters to write with, instead of having to create and flesh out new ones, but if you don't have this problem, you might find it easier to write your own OC's (Original Characters), and have only tertiary involvement from the main cast.
Since you've already got a good start, I'll focus on a few things that could make your work even better:
"She sat on the floor of the boutique, her new wings dropping, every so often a hiccup escaping her. Looking at her, each with a mixture of concern and anger on her their faces, were four Alicorns, an Earth pony with three red apples on her flank, a unicorn with three diamonds on her flank and two ponies nobody could really make out because they were almost standing in the shadows."
First off, remember your audience. You're writing this on FimFiction for known fans of the show, and you acknowledge this in your use of terms like 'the boutique'; only fans will know that you're talking about Rarities home and business, yet you then go on to say 'an Earth pony with three red apples on her flank'. We all know that's Applejack, and the only reason to describe her is if that description is going to be relevant to the story. For example, if I wrote "The red car", then the car has little relevance to the story, we acknowledge its a car and get on with it. If I write "The red 1992 Toyota Camry station wagon that left an oil spot on the pavement wherever it was parked", then I'm telling you the car is old, that the characters owning it probably were smart enough to select it for it's reliability, and that they valued cargo capacity and fuel economy over other considerations. In your piece, the description is clunky and unnecessary because it adds nothing to the narrative.
Along this same line of reasoning: "and two ponies nobody could really make out because they were almost standing in the shadows." you haven't told us that the shades are drawn, or that the lights are low, so the room isn't actually dark. Given that, why are there shadows? The narrative is internally inconsistent here, or else its trying to tell us the room is dark in a rather clunky way. Once more, you could just say "Applejack, Twilight and several others." and get the point across more clearly.
Hope this helps, and best of luck on your future writing!
Cozy Mark IV
4580180 Thank you for the feedback. Yes, I am using FiMFiction to experiment with my writing. Before this, I have never tried to write fanfiction, so this is a first with me. As such, a lot of what I am writing here is not of what I normally write or have had published in the local literary magazine. I am familiar with the My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic cartoon enjoy watching it and Generation 1 (but despise Gen 1.5/Gen 3 and have never seen anything for Gen 2) and have the first three seasons of G4 on DvD, A Dash of Awesome, the first Equestria Girl's movie and have pre-ordered the complete series of G1. So, with that said, I just move on to say that don't know what a blog and am still learning the workings of the website. My problem with acronyms is that when someone says something using only letters, there is a number of combinations that could be used to spell out words, some nonsense, some that actually make sense. This problem might lie in my levels of understanding, intelligence, mild autism, the culture/manner I was raised in, etcetera.
I am always looking for ways to improve my writing , which one of the reasons why I experiment. Certain things I find work for me, certain things do not. After I have finished this, if I do write another MLP: FiM fanfiction story, it probably will not be with any of the characters from the television programme and I will use a character of my creation, as I do much better with them. The sentence structure in the opening was set up to be double sided. I tried to think of ways to describe Rarity's business and home without actually using the name Carousal Boutique, thus in the ending simply shortening it to boutique as a way to describe a fancy store. Going with that same flow, I didn't outright say the names of the ponies because I felt that it worked better that way and since I have no name for Scootaloo's parents or a way to describe them, this I felt allowed me to transition into the fact that they are standing a bit in the shadows, figuring that even in an open shop, without any lights turned on and light streaming in through the windows, there would be shadows. I can go back and retype it, but the problem I might have is it might disrupt the whole flow of the narrative, thus leaving me with the issue of possibly having to retype the whole story.
I also choose to describe Apple Jack, Rarity and others in this manner in case someone who has never seen the show and is discovering this through some internet search. I figured that by using this sort of intro, it would allow for build-up and a transition for either audience, whether familiar or unfamiliar with MLP: FiM, that is reading. But, as stated previous, this is an experiment, and if more people find this to be a problem, than that is okay and I likely shan't use such an opening in the future or go back and attempt to retype it. I figure it is all along the same lines of someone commenting that I don't have the dialogue right for children. I can hear in my mind the Cutie Mark Crusaders speaking, but in this case the only way I could get the speaking bits absolutely correct is if Hasbro or one of the writers of MLP: FiM assisted. But, since no such thing will probably happen, I will probably chalk it up to lesson learned and not likely type another story with the three fillies, or any children, again, as my knowledge of how children sound is rather limited as I often choose to often ignore them and don't normally incorporate children into my stories.
So, thank you again for the feedback and hope that you enjoy the rest of the story (Part three is finished and after I edit it, I'll post it in a week).
Pretty good so far, I say. Been planning to start writing on FimFic to get better myself.
However I found the pacing a bit odd for me. You gave us a very interesting beginning which I was intent to read. However I got the feeling of "what happens now" when it rewinded recapping events. However I kinda guessed what had happened to Applebloom and Scoots from reading the title and description however... so that may be personal bias since I knew what was going to happen with those events.
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