Ch. 11 - Mother
The Monster in the Twilight
Mother
The treehouse overlooking Sweet Apple Acres was normally a place for the Cutie Mark Crusaders to plan their latest assault on the dull, everyday life of Ponyville citizens, documented by Featherweight, and with Twist on location for apologies, bandages and recovery candy. Today, it was more a child’s refuge from the hectic adult activity of the Summer Sun Festival while the entire town turned out to decorate and prepare for the widely anticipated and unprecedented third yearly visit by Princess Celestia. Unfortunately, that included the not-so widely anticipated visit by her personal student, who was responsible — as much as that word ever applied to her — for making sure all the preparations were in place. To make it worse, she preferred to take two days to do a job that should have only taken her a few hours.
“Ah feels like we’re in prison,” moped Apple Bloom. “If it’s not bad enough that durned blue braggart is out at our farm again this year, ‘samplin’ our food and complaining about her life. Now, Applejack made me promise to stay in one of my friends’ houses until the festival tonight. Just ‘cause I went and hid all the bottles⁽¹⁾ afore she drunk ‘em up again like last year.”
(1) Not well enough.
“It’s not my fault either,” grumbled Sweetie Belle. “Rarity locked up the boutique, and made me promise to stay with you girls all day. Oh, and you, Featherweight. Just because I tried to help with the decorations at the Summer Sun Festival again.”
Featherweight patted her gently on the shoulder. “I got a good picture of Spike putting out the fire this time. Not nearly as much stuff burned as last year.”
“Don’t worry, Sweetie Belle.” Scootaloo put on her helmet and grinned. “We can see about breaking our best time between our houses.”
“With all the traffic from the fethtival? I thought I’d be thtepped on jutht getting to the clubhouth,” said Twist with a shudder. “Why don’t we go over to the mathine thhop and thee what we can build?”
“No, Trixie ruined that too,” complained Scootaloo. “Every year she has her chariot taken into my Aunt’s shop to be ‘Detailed,’ but this year she threw a fit and gave my aunt a retraining order against us.” The little orange pegasus scowled into crossed forelegs and harrumphed. “She doesn’t even tip. I thought for sure last year we’d get at least a dozen bits for the waxing we did on it.”
“Well, we did wax the floorboards,” said Sweetie Belle. “And she slipped and fell out when the guards took off.”
Scootaloo scoffed. “They hadn’t even gotten over the roofline. And that wheel was probably going to fall off anyway. Her grabbing onto it didn’t help.”
Featherweight chimed in, “At least I got a good shot, even if the newspaper didn’t want to print it.”
“Thee liked my candieth thith year,” said Twist energetically, until she drooped at the memory of the aftermath. “I didn’t know thee wath allergic⁽²⁾ to banannath too. I think thee hath a hat full of thoth rethraining orders. I got two.”
(2) Really, she should have told somepony
“Well, we can’t hide out here all day,” said Scootaloo, looking outside at the bright, sunny day that just begged to be enjoyed.
“aaan ooo,” mumbled Monster in the corner, buried in a book. Through Scootaloo’s careful scrounging of yard sales and the used bookstore, the clubhouse had accumulated a substantial, although eclectic, book collection that could (if looked at in bad light) be called a library. And subsequently had acquired (if looked at in a very bad light, or preferably complete darkness) what could be called a librarian.
“I know what we can do,” announced Scootaloo. “Remember last year when Princess Celestia visited, and she met with all kinds of ponies? This year we can introduce Monster to her. The Princess is just about the neatest, most kind pony in the whole world. I’ll bet she could help Monster get over her fear of… well, everything.”
Hiding in the corner, Monster whimpered faintly and tried to vanish behind her book.
“Are you thure that would be a good idea?” asked Twist. “Monthter can be frightened by about everypony.” Sensing the rising levels of stress in the corner, Twist trotted over and offered a licorice stick to the frightened unicorn, which seemed to help, as did a second.
“Yeah, she kind of had a bad reaction to the picture of—” Apple Bloom glanced at Monster and lowered her voice “—you-know-who. I mean she’s royalty, so about everypony gets all flustered and nervous around her.”
Sweetie Belle sighed in resignation. “I think she’s been sick lately too. My sis has dashed off to Canterlot a couple of times this year on a ‘Royal Emergency.’ It’s supposed to be a secret, but the Prin — I mean you-know-who — has lost a lot of weight. The fashion magazines have gone just berzerk about skinny models this year.”
“Tell me about it,” complained Scootaloo with a confirming growl from her stomach. “Aunt Fix has been on her diet forever! If it wasn’t for Twist, I would have forgotten what chocolate tastes like by now.” With a glance at the shivering Monster curled up with her books, Scootaloo opened her saddlebags and held out a small box. “Would you like one?”
A violet aura wrapped precisely around one of the two remaining chocolate cherries and conveyed it to an appropriate fate. While Monster chewed with a look of positive bliss across her battered face, she groaned in pleasure. “mmmmoooommm”
“You want one for your mom too?” Scootaloo gave a longing look at the last chocolate, and stuffed the lid back on the box before pushing it over to Monster. “Go ahead.” The whole group watched as the box levitated up, and then seemed to pass through a razor-thin gap in the world, vanishing from view. It was very cool no matter how many times they had seen it.
“Did your mom teach you how to do that?” asked Sweetie Belle with a note of depression. She still could not do any more than just sparks with her horn, while the other unicorns in their class were all the way up to writing. Dinky could even juggle, although just muffins. Monster’s head bobbed in the affirmative.
“I know what we can do! Road trip!” shouted Scootaloo, digging into the chaotic mess of rain coats, galoshes, and sweaters that filled one corner⁽³⁾ of the clubhouse, flinging on her saddlebags and grabbing for her scooter. “It solves all our problems. We can go out to Monster’s house for the afternoon to get away from being underhoof in town, and have an adventure in the process! How are we set for supplies?”
(3) A place to quickly shed all those extra rain boots, coats and sweaters that big ponies tended to force little ponies to wear in the nicest of puddle-splashing weather.
“A dozen cupcaketh and about a pound of jawbreakerth,” said Twist, tossing on her own saddlebags.
“Fourteen image crystals and a telephoto lens,” said Featherweight, hefting his bulging saddlebags on over his photographer’s vest. “And some pictures.”
“Well, Applejack did make me promise to stay at a friend’s house, and Monster is a friend,” said Apple Bloom after due consideration. “I’ll fill up my bags with Early Delicious on the way. How about you, Sweetie Belle?”
“Rarity packed me a quiche, and some broccoli florets. But I traded some of the chocolate-dipped Sweet Dreams Oatie-Nuttie bars from her stash for my Lo-Fat Alfalfa Chews. That way she can’t cheat on her diet anymore.”
“All right! Cutie Mark Crusaders House Visit!”
“Doesn’t really have a ring to it,” said Sweetie Belle with a frown.
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“Why won’t you ride in the wagon? We could go so much faster,” groused Scootaloo, plodding along at a snail’s pace behind Monster, with the rest of the students either in the wagon or flying along behind, taking pictures.
Their guide into the Everfree simply grunted and carefully skirted a field of blue flowers, taking very specific care to make sure Scootaloo followed in her hoofprints. Monster seemed to be preoccupied, not showing any interest in the handsome large river serpent they passed by⁽⁴⁾ or the narrow cliff they skirted⁽⁵⁾. Even when they traveled by a bunch of scary dead trees frozen into expressions of terror⁽⁶⁾, she just kept plodding onward. The only sign Monster was even aware of being followed was the violet aura that grabbed Scootaloo’s scooter whenever she stopped to get a better look. It took over an hour of travel through the forest’s dangerous entertainments before the narrow path went over a low hill, and the little fillies all gasped at what they saw⁽⁷⁾.
(4) With many photos taken, including several that looked suspiciously posed to get the best view of his fantastic mane and moustache.
(5) Nopony admitted to being scared, although they all gave quite a few nervous looks down the cliff.
(6) Which probably would have been more scary in the dark.
(7) Except for Featherweight, who was too busy taking pictures.
“You live in an enchanted castle,” sighed Sweetie Belle in a romantic reverie, looking at the shattered towers and overgrown walls surrounding a huge castle that took up much of the area ahead of them. “Does it have dragons, or ghosts, or forest creatures who do all the chores for you?
“It’th a real fixer-upper,” said Twist, once she had recovered from slack-jawed amazement. She looked up at the broken windows and collapsed roofs on all of the huge buildings, the vast majority of which had completely fallen to neglect and years of overgrowth, and added, “Lotth and lotth of fixing.”
“Oh, horsefeathers,” said Scootaloo with a dismissive wave. “My aunt could have the whole thing in perfect condition inside a week.” The deep rumble of a collapsing building raised dust in a wide cloud in the distance as a tower slowly slid to the ground in a pile of broken masonry. “Well, maybe two weeks. She’d have to get an estimate from the insurance company first.”
“It don’t got no way to get to it,” said Apple Bloom, looking at a broken rope bridge that dangled down into a fog-filled ravine between them and the mysterious castle.
“What do you mean?” asked Featherweight, floating closer as he tried to get the best angle on the sun for a photo of the collapsed walls. “It’s just… Oh, yeah. No wings.”
Further study of the huge ruined castle was placed on hold by Monster, who gave an embarrassed clearing of the throat. She was standing by a thick rose hedge that took up most of the side of the road, and for some reason, she was picking roses off of it one at a time and floating them over to her friends.
“kkhhhheyy,” rasped Monster, taking one of the flowers and eating it as an example.
“Icky is right!” declared Sweetie Belle, sticking her tongue out with half of the rose still on it. “They’re bitter. Alright, alright, I’ll eat it,” she continued when Monster gave her a sharp look. “They probably have vitamins or mini-rals in them.”
Once she had made sure every one of them had eaten a rose, Monster brushed up against the thick rosebush, which seemingly recoiled at her touch and left a pony-sized hole in the prickly branches. Putting on a smug expression, she led them all through the thorny hedge, although each of the little ponies shied away from the sharp branches which barely touched them gently on the side as if they were just combing their manes. The little ponies emerged on the other side of the hedge in front of an immensely thick tree, which towered up above the encircling rosebush with obvious signs of open windows and a solid-looking door.
“Well. I suppose a tree house is almost as cool as living in an abandoned castle,” said Scootaloo, looking up into the huge tree.
“Are you kidding?” Sweetie Belle nearly did a backflip on the grassy ground around the tree. “She lives in a giant tree house right next to a giant unexplored castle! How much cooler could it get?”
Featherweight flapped higher to look over the top of the thorny wall at the castle in question. “It could have ninja ponies in it.”
“Or pirates,” suggested Scootaloo. “Sky pirates with their airships in the treetop.”
“Or thpooky ghothtth in the cathle bathement,” added Twist.
“Or could there be, a zebra in this tree?”
“Naa,” scoffed Scootaloo. “Zebra’s aren’t as cool as ghost ninja pirates. Hey, wait.”
As one, the entire group turned to look at the strange striped pony standing in the doorway to the tree house. She looked almost exactly like the zebra picture in their world history book, except for the single gold ring around her neck, and one around her ankle. Two large gold hoop earrings completed the outfit, which contrasted well against her two-color coat and her short-cropped mane. Monster sat rather nervously at the zebra’s hooves, trading glances back and forth between the zebra and her friends with a look that the little students quickly recognized as an ‘I didn’t get permission before bringing you over’ plea.
“Hello, Mrs. Monster,” said Sweetie Belle, trying to sound like her big sister did when she met important clients. “Is Mister Monster at home?”
“What’s this? Is it a monster you think I be? Just because I live in a secluded tree?” The zebra mare looked down at the little fillies with a twinkle in her eye. “Please forgive me my jest, dears. It’s just been so long since I’ve had guests here. Friends of my little Flower you must be, having traveled so far to reach our tree.”
“Her name is Flower?” asked Scootaloo, wrinkling her face up in disgust while Monster appeared to be finding a nearby blade of grass positively fascinating.
“Yes indeed, little steed. I am Zecora, of the Forest Everfree,” said the zebra with a nod of her head. “I am a zebra, as any fool can plainly see.”
“I can see that,” said Scootaloo.
“This is my daughter, adopted as she may be. I named her Flower, to which she disagrees.” Behind the zebra’s back, Monster stuck her tongue out and made a gagging face.
Sweetie Belle asked, “Is your husband a zebra too?”
“No, only my little Flower and I reside here. Alone, for we have no stallion inside, I fear.”
“You talk neat,” said Twist, trotting up with a grin. “My name is Twitht.”
“I’m Scootaloo, Ma’am.”
“My name is Sweetie Belle.”
“Ah’m Apple Bloom.”
“Yes, my little Flower has shown me many pictures of all of you. Although, of that one, we have very few.” The zebra looked up rather purposefully at Featherweight, who suddenly seemed stricken for words.
“Um. Hi. I’m Featherweight. And. Um. We don’t have to rhyme when talking to you, do we? Because not much rhymes with my name.”
“Of course not, little tot. It is just a convention to which I pay little attention. I do not wish to offend, but it would be best if you descend. It is not safe for you to fly around. The thorns protect only those who walk upon the ground.”
“Hey, wait a minute.” Featherweight looked down at them, then over at the castle and asked, “If I could have just flown over the thorn bush, why did I have to eat that nasty flower too?”
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The inside of the tree home was just as exciting as they thought, with strange spooky masks and shelves filled with fascinating bottles and powders. The five little ponies had a great time exploring the mysterious rooms and little nooks, looking out the windows at the strange castle ruins, and examining Monster’s large collection of ‘Buks’ even though they were all written in a language they could not read. For some reason, their explorations stopped at the well-stocked basement root cellar filled with boring old roots and plants, and Zecora was very stern about keeping them all out of her workroom. Once their initial burst of energy had started to die down, the zebra gathered the little ponies all up and sat them down in the largest room available for a talk.
The older zebra spoke of ancient times, nearly twelve years ago when the spirits of the sky had foretold great disaster for all of the world, and how she had been chosen to travel here by way of the spirits of the earth to prevent it. When Zecora first had arrived in the ruins of the castle across the ravine, she had discovered her little ‘Flower’ gravely wounded and near death, but with her care the little pony had survived. She detailed how they left the ruins because of the effects they seemed to have on ‘Flower’ and the general sense of unease about being in a place that not even the normal creatures of the forest wanted to call home. And for the last twelve seasons, the two of them had lived a rather bumpy life here, in the middle of the hostile forest.
When she was done, the little ones promptly displayed their inability to concentrate on a long and boring story while being distracted by each other and the rest of the fascinating things in the room, by asking questions which had already been answered.
“So how come you don’t still live in the spooky castle? That would be so cool,” said Apple Bloom. “You said you talk to spirits, so if there were any ghosts, you could just tell them to leave.”
Zecora suppressed a sigh of frustration. “There are things in those ruins that ponykind was not meant to know, so I packed up my things and away we did go. There was much to take, so we could not go far. This tree was here, so now here we are. Although for the coming of darkness I was supposed to prepare, now it seems my only purpose is for Flower to care.”
“How bad wath Flower hurt?” asked Twist, trying not to look at Monster’s disgusted reaction to her mother’s choice in names.
The zebra drew the badly scarred unicorn closer with one hoof, and slowly began to stroke her short-cropped mane. “Her body was broken it appeared to me, but her heart was a greater loss I could see. A body is tough and can heal with only scars to show, but a mind is delicate and her recovery?” Zecora sighed and blinked away a tear. “We may never know.”
The zebra leaned against her adopted child and nuzzled her behind an ear. “A mother I was not prepared to become, but once I was here, she needed me to be one. Our life together has not been without cost. Last fall, I had even thought she was lost.”
“What happened?” asked Featherweight, still trying to get the correct exposure for the latest in a series of touching mother-daughter photographs.
The zebra continued to gently stroke her daughter’s mane while talking. “My little Flower was gone so long, I feared something terrible had gone wrong. A stallion she was in great need of, to feed her innermost greed, uh…” Zecora trailed off, her slow stroking of her daughter’s mane forgotten in the stunned look of ravenous curiosity from the five underage ponies and the raw embarrassment from ‘Flower.’
“A tale not for small ears, more from me you shall not hear.”
Apple Bloom, with a sneaking suspicion of just what had gone on between Monster and some unnamed stallion⁽⁸⁾ last fall, attempted to turn the conversation back to more exciting cutie mark earning possibilities. “So when is this big disaster supposed to happen?”
(8) Most likely large, red, and very much related. Having grown up on a farm, Apple Bloom had more advanced knowledge about male-female relationships than her fellow students, although the thought that her own brother might have been part of this ‘relationship’ was more than a little disconcerting.
Zecora produced a hoof-full of powder and blew it gently up into the air, where it formed into glittering stars against the ceiling. Indicating one particularly small cluster of stars, she intoned, “Two years ago is what we thought, but somehow the destruction has happened not. The stars that shine upon the night sky’s face were to tell us both the time and the place.” The indicated star shifted position slightly and moved. “Now the star which predicted this event, has moved to where it was supposed to be sent. So the disaster which was long delayed, will happen soon, to my great dismay.”
“Any idea when?” asked Featherweight, checking his supply of extra image crystals just in case.
“Exactly when, I cannot say. It might even be today. The stars show both what was, and what will be, so precision is one thing I cannot see. Only an Imetabiriwa na Anga can talk with the stars, a gift that I must say is not one of ours.”
The little ponies were distracted when the zebra and Monster suddenly looked to one side of the room where one of the large scary wooden masks was hanging on the wall. Zecora looked concerned, and spoke directly to the mask. “What is it you say, oh wise one of the air? There is nothing to fear, but we should still beware?”
Scootaloo gave a yawn and asked, “Zecora, who are you talking too?”
“Not all that exists are things you can see. There are some tricks here, within my tree.”
The faint rattle and hissing of an object on the floor behind the small ponies drew Monster’s attention. She got up to investigate, but stopped when Zecora abruptly held a hoof across her chest. “Did you not hear the words she said? If we interfere, they will all be dead.” The zebra’s gesture swept over the small ponies, all collapsing onto the floor with loud snores. “I know not what she sees, but we must trust in…” Wavering, the zebra fell to the floor with the small ponies, leaving Monster to collapse moments later when the sleeping gas took hold.
* * *
It only took a few minutes for the sleeping gas residue to clear out of the tree before a series of identical white pegasi in golden armor began to slip in through the open windows to remove the sleeping ponies back to the place where they would be imprisoned. The last white pegasus to leave the tree paused to extinguish the fire burning under a large pot in the workroom, and carefully checked the rest of the tree for untended fires. It would not do for any unwanted incident to alert Princess Cadence and her entourage to the upcoming ambush.
After all, the Queen of the Changelings had planned many years for this day. And everything was going to be perfect.
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It appears that the defecation has hit the oscillation.
You know their should be more stories where somehow Zecora end's up adopting one of the mane six. Look's like Nightmare Moon isn't the only threat equestria faces. Chrysalis and her Changelings are now in the story? What are they planning? Will Discord or Sombra show up to cause trouble?
Can't wait for Twilight to show Trixie and Celestia that even lost in a forest she is still better then anyone else Celestia could choose.
more! more more more more more more more more!
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Sooo, shit hath hitteth the fan?
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Not enough BOOM for that just yet, but the load has been dropped, and looks to be on target.
Grab shelter Bronies, this is going to be messy.
2141878 And then Monster saves them all and everything is wonderful. Except then they take her to Princestia Molestia and bad things happen. Bad explodey things. And then Nightmare Moon.
Wait a minute... are you telling me that Cadance, in a desperate attempt to get Twilight back, had made an alliance with the Changelings to find her and the Changelings were planning on backstabbing her? Or have the Changelings been pursuing Twilight this whole time?
Great, now I have to wait until the next chapter to find out what's going on!
So now her full name is Monster-Flower-Ferrilight-Twilight Sparkle?
In any case, I still adore this series.
Also, Zecora as an embarassing mother.....
Everyone wins!
I am So Happy right now
, and I can't wait for more 
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Great... now we have multiple villains going simultaneously. Nightmare Moon vs. Chrysalis, who will win?
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Well, things are about to start happening.
Celestia's held back the return of Nightmare Moon for two years, because she knows that Trixie is incapable of wielding the Elements of Harmony and is hoping against hope that she'll finally make some friends. But Trixie being Trixie, that's not gonna happen. And Celestia's too weak to keep back the Nightmare this year, which is undoubtedly driving her into despair.
The Changelings have just shown up, and Chrysalis is presumably going to imitate Twilight in an attempt to get close to Cadance on her next 'hunting' trip. I don't think that'll work out too well for her, though, given all the combat practice Cadance and Shining have. That, and I'm pretty sure they won't buy Twilight just wandering up to them after over a decade of playing dodgetree.
On the bright side, there is a group capable of wielding the Elements. But if they're used against Nightmare Moon, and Celestia shows up to greet her sister and the group responsible, things could get ugly very quickly.
Also, if Cadance and Shining Armor stumble across the real Twilight while she's unconscious or preoccupied, it's game over.
And lastly, if Twilight ends up taking control of the moon or sun in the middle of this fracas and tugs again, that's the end of the world.
So everything's on our poor, heavily traumatized Twilight.
The odds aren't looking very good.
Hmm, It appears Cadance has met with an unfortunate fate. Possibly one of a permanent nature given that Chrysalis has been playing the part for years.
I find it odd that regardless of the potential advantages, she would ignore the fact that Monster is utterly uncontrollable and stupid powerful.
We already know that Monster would nuke any white alicorns she may ever meet...
We also know that a certain jealous sibling is less then 24 hours from making a comeback...
My guess is that the changelings will attempt to hole up in the castle ruins and things will hit Godzilla threshold as 4 powerhouses meet.
Chrysalis, Celestia, Nightmare Moon, and Monster.
Property values are quickly going to bottom out...
Zecora is Twilight's mom. That's freaking adorable.
I'd say poor Trixie again, but I suspect it's probably karma.
Monster is getting to be a librarian!
Oh wow, I was expecting Zecora's cottage for some reason, not the ACOTRPS. Or right next to it, that is, in what I'm assuming isn't the canon cottage based on the described size of the tree.
Flower!
Okay, that's about what I was expecting for the backstory that has Monster living successfully in the Everfree since she was a filly.
Oh my god, Chrysalis, you just took Monster hostage and (presumably) just put all her friends plus her mother in danger by capturing them as well. You are not prepared for the storm you likely just called down on yourself once she wakes up. Everything is most certainly not going to be perfect.
"subsequently had acquired (if looked at in a very bad light, or preferably complete darkness) what could be called a librarian."
Awwwww.
Plots are underway and whatnot!
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I think what's going on is, Chrysalis is getting ready to kidnap Cadence and replace her. And she doesn't know anything about Twilight, she's just making sure that nopony can mess things up.
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Okay, now I'm imaging the pony version of Conan the Librarian.
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Interesting... most interesting... I have to say though I'm looking forward to the next updates!!
Did not see that coming. Which is, of course, one of the reasons I like this fic so much.
And Twilight's true fate shows itself ... A fate that Twilight would happily agree with.
I especially like how Zecora had to pull Twilight (aka Flower
) back from kicking changeling flank. I also agree with what others have said ...Chrysie made a bad mistake when she abducted Twilight and her friends. I wonder what she will say when she finally meets The Watcher Who Brings Pain... 
This how feel wating for the next chapter http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/31500000/GIR-I-miss-you-cupcake-invader-zim-31593338-495-507.jpg
plots be developing
cliffhangers be forming
shite be going down
i likez what i readz
2141784 and said detritus has become manifest in reality.
2142168 That's my interpretation of what is going down as well.
2142299 I love it!
This is getting good. Celestia's managed to hold off Nightmare Moon's return for so long that it's caught up with Chrysalis's events in the show.
Wow.
One thing: is Discord being skipped? Or is he being postponed because the elements have not transferred properly from Celestia to... "the mane 6" yet, allowing his escape even possible ?
:D I love this interpretation of Twilight and the story in general, it's really different and really neat!
It's about to get serious.
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Changelings now? Look forward to future developments. Need to know whats going to happen
Well, I knew Zecora was gonna be there, didn't quite expect her to have adopted Twi, but I love that she did. I feel like Chrysalis is about to find out what happens when you wake a sleeping giant, though
Congrats, Chryssie. You're too dumb to live.
Somepony had better freaking pick up that phone, because I SO called it!!! I was fully expecting Zecora to be Twilight's other friend who "groomed" her and is her Mother, and I was not disappointed! Totally want more now.
I have a feeling Chrysalis is in for a surprise when Nightmare Moon arrives. Just imagine her trying to set up her infiltration force when Nightmare Moon comes down, Chrysalis will be in huge trouble. Mainly seeing as Nightmare Moon want to take over Equestria, and Chrysalis does too, so NMM would like stomp on her like a bug seeing as Princess Luna is still "loyal" to Equestria in a strange roundabout sense.
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Totally saw Zecora being mom. Had no idea the Changlings would be coming......lol. I love this story so much!!!!!!!
Who's up for some bug steak?
mmmmph iii gooo.
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man NNM is going to be in for one hell of a surprise when she comes back
Woh didn't see that comming
Congratulations, Celestia. By delaying the Nightmare for as long as you could, you've guaranteed a compound clusterfuck the likes of which Equestria has never seen. Also, way to train Trixie.
Actually, I find that rather surprising. You'd think years of Celestia's tutelage would've tempered Trixie's ego a bit.
2144324 Yay, someone understood that comment!
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oh, and maybe have Trixie Betray Celestia for her own powergrab to boot.
Now all we need is for Discord and Sombre to step in;
2144482 Oh lets take the most egotistical unicorn in Equestria, and make her Celestia's student. Yeah, that'll make her modest.....
2143080 Didn't want to touch Discord. Presume that Luna's return is what jogged the cosmos on the elbow, allowing the release of Discord and Sombra et al
2142168 Right on the money. Although I had given thought to having Chrysalis raise F!Twilight as a sort of weapon, but thought better of it.
2142070 Talk about tough love. Monster can't get away with *anything* meme is reading my story?....oh no. He is. Help!! (you do realize I had to show that Little Cthulhu clip to my wife. Bless her heart, she said "It's funny, but I don't get it. Who's Cthulhu?")
2142084 Yeah, I can see how that would go. "My queen, there is a visitor for you to discuss what you have done to his sister, Applebloom." Chrysalis: "Does he have his shovel? Oh, crap. Quick, go back down and sacrifice yourself while I run for the back exit."
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2145052 This 2145018 post man, should happen! Super mega hyper crisis!
Oh me oh my, this chapter again proves why this is one of the best fics out there. Original, full of heart, and all together a monumentally enjoyable read.
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that's probably for the best.
anyway, keep up the good work! I enjoy reading this!
I really did not expect for Chrysalis to show up here. Though I am definitely interested in what will happen now.
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Was she born that arrogant, or did her ego inflate as she traveled the countryside, spinning tales of her own excellence and outclassing the rubes who dared challenge her?
Okay, it's obviously somewhere between the two poles of absolute nature and absolute nurture. Still, if the god-queen of her nation who needs her to be an exemplar of the magic of friendship can't humble Trixie...
I guess I just expected Celestia to be a bit better at manipulating ponies.
2147583 I actually think you'll find... oh, I better not say. I'm going to catch heck from both the Trixie lovers and the Trixie haters anyway....
2147472 Well, I think one of the defining characteristics of a Changeling is they show up where they're not expected anyway, right?
come on kick ass twilight time
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I was a bit surprised, too. Given a decade or so to mold a young pony's life you'd think she'd have more control over the outcome. But Nature is a large part of how people turn out, even if it isn't everything, I suppose.