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Ashel


Well, that was certainly unexpected.

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Twilight Sparkle assigns Starlight Glimmer the task of 'Mapping out the castle'. Starlight thinks that this is a ludicrous idea, I mean, who needs a map for a building?

As it turns out, Starlight Glimmer did.

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Wait till she finds teh Library, and finds out its Discords, the Castle its part of is Harmonies. :trixieshiftright:

And the book all this is in, is Pinkies. :pinkiecrazy:

Obligatory music based on the story title.

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And a more heavy version.

Love the story so far.

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Obvious reference is obvious, I suppose.

If I ever find my way back, I don't think I'll be leaving my room ever again. The horrors in that basement, ugh. . I don't think I'll ever look at peacocks the same way again. I think I'll stop for now. After that whole ordeal, I might need a break for a while. I'll see you later, Journey! (Yes, I named my journal, shut up.)

... I have questions about the peacocks 😵. And whatever else is down there.

Good thing Starlight didnt find the kitchen that was the throne room of they with noodly appendages. :trixieshiftright:

Of course, that only means she also didnt find the kitchen that was the realm of She Who Pronks Behind. :pinkiecrazy:

Good morning, Journal! I'm feeling a lot better now that I've had a full night's sleep. I managed to find a bedroom last night, and am very grateful for it, but something just felt off. Sure, there was a fully made bed, a desk and a chair, everything a bedroom needs to be a bedroom. But, that was it, there was nothing else. It's as if whomever designed this room knew what was supposed to be there, but nothing else. But I digress, I'll leave the bedroom soon and start off again.

I think the castle is alive, it can change any part of itself at will.

The Tree really spent time winding up that last spell, ad unlike Opal Koboi, Staright couldnt prep for it?

Also explains why the tree dont like Discord.

Oh dear. no reason to C-E-L-E=B-R-A-T-E, unless Trixie takes Snake Twilights 30 seconds and sucessfully pleads her case and the survival of the journal and its contents? Haycarts? :pinkiegasp:

If this is really over, the story should be marked Complete.

Unbeknownst to all, a mish-mash of hastily stitched together animal parts keenly watched the funeral procession of the princess's personal student. It lay on mid-air as though it were solid ground, its hands rested against its head as though it was bemused. It opened its wicked mouth, revealing a set of yellow-stained teeth similar to the fang that resided outside of its oral cavity. "Well, who knew the tree didn't take very fondly to ponies messing with the space-time continuum, eh?"

Oh so that's the reason. Yeah that makes more sense.

Well...

That ending sucked.

Like... Damn bro.

Real Blue and Orange morality on the part of the tree there.

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