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My Big SisterMy Big Sister
Looking over her grade book, Cheerilee nodded in sequence as each one of the names on her classroom list were checked off. It seemed everypony had completed their homework assignment, and that almost never happened! She glanced around her room as all her little fillies and colts were on the edges of their seats, prepared to be let out of class. Content, Cheerilee gave a quick nod of approval. "Good job my little ponies! I'm so very proud of all of you for doing your homework. Maybe I'll bring in a treat for you all tomorrow."
Excited chatter filled the room. The lavender school teacher let them go on for a bit, before hushing them gently. She began to talk again, giving her grade book a final once-over. "It looks like we're done for today, little ones. Remember, tomorrow I want you to bring-"
An unchecked name. How did that escape her? She must have accidentally passed over the name while going down the list the first time. She scolded he
Interventions are Magic
Interventions are Magic starring Twilight Sparkle and the rest of the cast of Friendship is Magic
"C'mon Twilight! Everypony's waiting for you at Sugar Cube Corner!" Spike had had to half-drag Twilight from the library, where she had spent the evening reading and drinking mostly drinking. He'd found her curled up on the couch nursing a bottle of vanilla-lemon vodka, the floor a pile of crumpled books and empty bottles, and she'd resisted every effort of his to get her to come with him. He'd tried to pull her by her tail at first, and when that hadn't worked he'd pushed on her rump as she dug her hooves in stubbornly, but now she had finally given up and was walking alongside him, swaying as she went.
"At what where? Sugar Cube Corner?" she slurred. After half a bottle of vodka, Twilight was three sheets to the wind, and she found it difficult to put one hoof in front of the other. In fact, they threatened to tangle up underneath her at any moment, and she was glad o
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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