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- >The whirr of charging magic and the sound of spinning propeller blades fill the late morning air high above the Equestrian landscape.
- >You grip the sides of the door tightly as you dangle your feet out of the chopper, observing the forest below you.
- >The "Everfree Forest," as it would be.
- >Fascinating.
- >It's not as expansive as you'd have thought.
- >Your friend and pilot glances back at you, and smirks.
- >She slams a hoof against the metal interior, sounding off to grab your attention.
- >"We in the right area, Anon?" she yells over the loud noises around her.
- >You dart your head toward her, and smile.
- Yeah, I think so! It shouldn't be too much farther!
- >"Great! I'll pick it up then!"
- >She focuses her magic a bit more, and the blades of the helicopter start to spin quicker.
- >The nose dips a little, and you gain some speed.
- >"So!" she calls back, "You still haven't told me what you're looking for!"
- >Still gazing at the landscape below, you barely hear her question.
- >You look to her, then chuckle a little.
- ...Well, don't laugh!
- >She gives you a look.
- >"No promises!"
- >You smile again.
- ...Ever heard of the Elements of Harmony?
- >Her eyes widen a little.
- >Then, she grins.
- >"...You CAN'T be serious, Anon," she taunts. "You know those relics are just fairy tales and stories."
- >You furl your brow a bit.
- We thought the same of Princess Celestia and Luna, didn't we Shimmer?
- >Something in her mind clicks a little.
- From what we've learned in those mountainous ruins, that doesn't seem to be the case, does it?
- >She turns her head back to the windshield, and waves her hoof dismissively.
- >"...Yeah, I suppose you have a point."
- >You laugh a little, knowing you have her beat.
- >You reach into your satchel on your waist and open the map you found earlier, carefully holding it so it isn't taken by the wind.
- >You compare the markings to the earth below.
- ...Here, this should be the place!
- >You glance to a clearing in the landscape below.
- Just land there, I'll be able to make my way!
- >She nods, and begins to make her descent.
- >The helicopter gracefully drops from the air, slowly and delicately touching down to the land below.
- >She ceases her spell, and the blades slow to a stop.
- >Finally, you can hear properly again.
- >You secure your backpack tightly to yourself, and ensure your satchel is tight to your waist, before hopping out of the helicopter.
- >"Be careful," Shimmer warns from the pilot's seat, "We don't know if the air or land are really safe. You won't be long, right?"
- >You do your final checks, then meet her eyes, shaking your head.
- No, I shouldn't be. Give me two hours or so, we'll rendezvous here.
- >Shimmer pokes the inside of her cheek with her tongue, then nods.
- >"Alright, Mr. Archeologist."
- >She charges up her spell once more, and the helicopter springs back to life.
- >"Come back safe!" She calls over the noise as the machine lifts back off the ground.
- >You hold your hat down from the wind, and wave goodbye to her.
- >The vehicle takes off, flying into the distance.
- >Performing one last check, you bring out your ancient map again, trying to locate yourself as you begin walking.
- >...This looks familiar enough...
- >The map seems to place you in a forest-like area.
- >Drawings of apples adorn it.
- >It's labeled, but you haven't been able to decipher this ancient p0ny language yet.
- >So you'll have to stick with your gut, and assume some sort of apple forest or plantation.
- >You raise your head from the parchment and glance around.
- >...Nothing but flat land.
- >A few dead trees litter the area, but that seems to be about it.
- >Each step you take sinks roughly into the eroding dirt below you.
- >...It must have been a long time since this land was fertile.
- >As you continue your trek, you finally see a structure not too far off.
- >It appears to be...
- >...A house of some sort.
- >You perk up.
- >This could be interesting.
- >You quickly make your way over to the rotting, decrepit piece of architecture.
- >You approach where it seems a door would have been at some point, and enter.
- >It's dusty, isolated, and possesses a very lonely atmosphere.
- >You glance at the inners of the house around you.
- >The wood is absolutely ancient; any unnecessary pressure would surely cause it to snap or break.
- >A second floor seems to have existed once, but large portions of it, along with the staircase leading up to it, are now collapsed.
- >...Well, you'll work with what you have.
- >You swing over your backpack and bring out your dusting brush.
- >Approaching what seems to be old furniture, you begin swishing against it, removing the centuries, perhaps even millennia, worth of dirt and dust.
- >You cough a little as the room around you fills up with these particles.
- >A set of drawers, it would seem.
- >You grip the handle and pull one out.
- >Nothing but ancient, illegible papers.
- >You can't even make out the shapes of the characters.
- >You check the next one.
- >Nothing.
- >Moving to another piece, you quickly begin dusting again.
- >A shelf is revealed.
- >You move and rearrange some of the various pieces of debris blocking it to get a fuller view.
- >When the actual shelves themselves are revealed, you dust the items sitting on it.
- >Nothing noteworthy.
- >...Except...
- >You reach over, grabbing a small, rectangle-like item.
- >...A picture frame.
- >You dust the glass protecting the image.
- >...A family.
- >...Four happy Earth p0nies sit around a table.
- >A small yellow filly.
- >An elderly, green mare.
- >A large, red stallion.
- >And an orange mare wearing a cowboy hat.
- >...They all have something apple-related for a cutie mark.
- >You stand up and walk away from the dusty room, trying to get a little more light.
- >Your shoes knock softly against the wooden floor below you.
- >This orange mare, for example...
- >...Three apples in a triangular order.
- >Hmm...
- >...
- >You swing your backpack around, and place the picture frame inside.
- >Time is of the essence, and you've spent enough of it here.
- >You step out of the ancient structure back into the desolate plain.
- >Quickly glancing over the land, you spot a path leading up and over a small hill.
- >Looking around to ensure you wouldn't be missing out on anything else, and it doesn't seem like you would, you head to the path and begin to follow it.
- >It empties out into the ruins of an old town, obscured from above by a soft fog.
- >Your mouth gapes.
- >How...
- >How does no one know about this...?
- >You venture further in, your footsteps shifting from padded grass to an age-old cobbled street.
- >This has to be it...
- >This has to be the home of the legendary Elements of Harmony.
- >It makes too much sense.
- >You quickly bring out your map once more, glancing over it.
- >...It doesn't say much else.
- >Just outlines of supposed buildings.
- >...One catches your attention.
- >It's faded, but you make out what you assume to be a structure, surrounded by diamonds.
- >...Diamonds, huh?
- >It's not very far.
- >You roll up the map and stick it into your back pocket.
- >Glancing around as to where you should go, you spot the collapsed ruin of a colorful building.
- >You nod to yourself, and head in its direction.
- >A chilling wind blows past you, whistling as you close the gap between yourself and this decrepit building.
- >When you finally arrive, you assess the damage.
- >...Still somewhat standing, but with a lot junk in the way.
- >...Light junk.
- >The perks of being a human.
- >You crouch down and begin shifting debris out of the way.
- >Ancient, plastic... mannequins?
- >Furniture.
- >Small rocks.
- >An assortment of things.
- >Until, at last, a clear path reveals itself.
- >You approach the door and grip the handle.
- >It breaks off in your hand.
- >...You laugh a little.
- >Dropping the handle to the ground with a high-pitched "clink," you ready your foot, and powerfully boot in the wooden door.
- >It careens off its hinges and crashes into the dark room in front of you.
- >Darkness...
- >Luckily, you always come prepared.
- >You reach for your backpack, digging around for what you need...
- >...Aha.
- >You pull out your flashlight.
- >Giving it a click, a strong, bright beam bursts forth, illuminating the room before you.
- >Perfect.
- >You take a step inside, pointing your electric torch in all manner of directions.
- >The inside of the structure doesn't seem much different than the outside.
- >Broken furniture, mannequins, and various other pieces of debris plague the interior.
- >Large boulders have crashed through parts of the wall and ceiling, blocking off access to other parts of the house.
- >No matter.
- >Again, you work with what you get.
- >Reaching again for your brush, you begin dusting the various articles around.
- >At first, all that's brought up is age-old pieces of fabric and sewing utensils.
- >Fascinating...
- >You continue your search.
- >Until finally...
- Another one, huh...?
- >You pick up the rectangular shape, and dust it off.
- I wonder who lived here, then...
- >The dirt and grime coating the glass frame shake and fly off into the air around you, revealing the portrait of a white unicorn.
- >Her purple hair is expertly kept, styled very professionally.
- >A very lady-like appearance.
- >Upon her flank rests three diamonds.
- >Much like the three apples from before...
- >...Hmm.
- >You place this photo into your backpack as well.
- >These are some decent finds.
- >Very interesting.
- >But not exactly what you're looking for.
- >You exit the structure, and click off your flashlight, pocketing it.
- >You reach for you map, ready to--
- >...Wait.
- >You bring up your wrist, glancing at your watch.
- >...
- >You don't have much time.
- >...Better make this count.
- >Grabbing the map once more, you glance over it.
- >These markings...
- >...They're cutie marks, it would seem.
- >If there's a pattern, that is.
- >The apples...
- >The diamonds...
- >...Hmm... What's this?
- >Balloons?
- >You study the building marker on the map.
- >It's not far.
- >You should be able to see it from here.
- >You glance up to the desolate town and take a glance.
- >...
- >There's the building alright.
- >...Completely collapsed.
- >And completely inaccessible.
- >...Not an option.
- >You look back down.
- >There's butterflies... and a rainbow bolt...
- >...But these are too far.
- >You'd never get there in time.
- >You scan the map one more time.
- >...Ahh... What's this?
- >You rub your thumb on the map a bit, to wipe away some concealing grime.
- >...A purple star...
- >It looks like--
- >...
- >!
- >Your heart skips a beat.
- >You know that symbol!
- >You glance up from the map in disbelief.
- >The wind howls around you.
- >...At those mountainous ruins...
- >It was all over the castle...
- >...Does it share some connection to royalty?
- >To Princess Celestia?
- >Maybe even...
- >...The Elements?
- >You fling your head back down, studying the location.
- >You begin walking as you do, eager to arrive at this...
- >...This tree.
- >A tree?
- >Odd...
- >Your steps are wide, covering a lot of ground.
- >Your shoes clock down loudly on the ancient street, echoing throughout the isolated town.
- >Until finally...
- >...Ah.
- >You roll up the map, and place it back into your back pocket.
- >An old, gnarled tree sits before you.
- >Not a single leaf rests on its branches.
- >It died long ago.
- >You slowly approach the plant.
- >You rest your palm and fingers on its bark, slowly dragging them across as you pace around it.
- >The wood softly presses against your skin.
- >What secrets does this tree hold...?
- >You continue your lap.
- >You're about halfway around the tree.
- >When suddenly...
- ...Oh, my.
- >The trunk is split down the middle.
- >This large crack opens up into a dark, hollow center.
- >You poke your head inside and look around.
- >...Jackpot.
- >You bring out your flashlight once more, using it to illuminate the ancient sprout.
- >You reach your leg over and take a step inside.
- >Your flashlight reveals what seems to have been another building.
- >...Disguised as a tree?
- >Or perhaps just carved from one.
- >How resourceful.
- >You fumble in the pitch-blackness, stepping around more debris; branches, gnarled wood, furniture.
- >Your light shines upon the walls of the tree.
- >Lined with old, empty shelves.
- >You drag your light across more sides of the wall.
- >More shelves...
- >...Why would a tree need so many shelves?
- >You almost trip over a broken table as you strafe, barely catching yourself.
- >You get steady, then opt to stand in place as you glance around.
- >You point the flashlight up.
- >...You figured.
- >Another second floor.
- >But inaccessible.
- >You point the light in other directions.
- >Hmm...
- >...
- >Ah... What's this?
- >Temporarily shining the light below you to ensure a safe trip over, you approach what caught your eye.
- >A ground-level door.
- >You grip the handle.
- Now where do you lead...?
- >After a small push, a bigger push, then a full shoulder-barging push, you finally work the door open.
- >It groans and creaks loudly as it swings on its ancient hinges.
- >Stone steps are revealed, leading down into a seemingly endless darkness.
- >...
- >You grip your flashlight in your palm.
- >This could be good.
- >Slowly, you drop your first foot down, planting it onto the rock below.
- >Then your other.
- >And you descent slowly into the darkness below you.
- >After a few minutes of quick steps, you finally level off.
- >You shine your light around you.
- >...Quite the space under this tree.
- >A large, expansive cave is set before you.
- >Judging by the lack of stalagmites and a nicely carved wall, you assume it's pony made.
- >Perfect.
- >That just means more organized.
- >You glance to your watch.
- >...Better be quick.
- >You point the light in front of you and adopt a quick pace.
- >Your footsteps bouncing off the walls around you.
- >You shine the light in all manner of directions.
- >Plain wall... plain wall... nothing here...
- >Nothing... wait.
- >You quickly swing your flashlight back in the direction you came from.
- >...There.
- >You do it once more.
- >Then hold it.
- >...A glimmer.
- >Something is reflecting the light.
- >You get a little excited.
- >Picking up the pace, you quickly approach the object of your desire.
- >You close the distance in a short time.
- >Soon, you can make it out.
- >A chest.
- >A wooden, golden-metal decorated chest.
- >You smile out of sheer excitement.
- >The eerie silence is broken as you approach the chest and drop your pack off your back and onto the ground.
- >Digging through it, you bring out a chisel and hammer.
- >Carefully positioning the chisel over the decrepit, rusted lock, you swing the hammer down on it hard.
- >It doesn't take much to snap the lock right from the box.
- >You place the tools down, grip the head of the box with both hands, and push up forcefully.
- >The old box groans as you finally give its joints their first stretch in however long.
- >Grabbing your flashlight, you take a look inside.
- >The beam instantly reflects back to you, nearly blinding you.
- >Adjusting your beam to be less direct, you glance inside one more time.
- >...
- >Could these be it...?
- >You drop your hand inside, grabbing one of the golden pieces of jewelry.
- >...A necklace, it seems.
- >...A jeweled butterfly is set in the middle.
- >...
- >Glancing at the others, you softly put down the butterfly necklace and pick up another.
- >This one decorated with a diamond...
- >...Diamond?
- >You shift your eyes through the chest.
- >...You thought as much.
- >You grab another necklace.
- >...An apple.
- >...
- >You put down the jewelry, and reach into your backpack.
- >You pull out the two photos you've collected.
- >You rest them against the wall, next to the chest.
- Diamond...
- >You mutter, pointing to the flank of the white unicorn for yourself.
- ...Apple.
- >To the flank of the orange mare in the cowboy hat.
- >You look inside the chest once more.
- >These necklaces...
- >...No, wait, they aren't all necklaces.
- >You reach inside, picking up and placing some of the lesser jewels to the side for this... larger one.
- >A tiara.
- >You bring it to your face and examine it closely.
- >...That star-like marking.
- >...The same as on the map.
- >The same as in the ruins in the mountains...
- >It's here as well, on this tiara.
- >You look to the two photos.
- >And if these match the cutie marks of those mares...
- >...Then this mark must be...
- >...
- >You can barely contain the well of excitement brewing inside of you.
- >Good God...
- >...These have to be it...
- >...They have to!
- >These have to be The--!
- >A deep, rumbling growl erupts from behind the curtain of darkness.
- >You nearly drop the tiara in your hands from surprise.
- >You bolt your head in the direction.
- >...
- >An enormous thud radiates from the same direction.
- >Then another...
- >...Footsteps?
- >You swiftly place the relic back into the chest and reach for your flashlight.
- >You whip it around towards the footsteps.
- >The light reveals your visitor.
- >Or, a portion of it.
- >Purple...
- >You stand up quickly and back away.
- >You shine your light up higher...
- >...Its head is revealed.
- >A giant, purple dragon stares back at you.
- >Its eyes scan you as it takes another step closer.
- >Its green spines pointing straight into the air.
- >You back away slowly, reaching onto your belt for your pistol.
- >You grip the handle, and--
- >"Never seen anything like you before..." it grumbles.
- >You freeze.
- >What...?
- >Did this dragon...?
- >...Did this dragon just willingly talk to you?
- >You keep your hand on your pistol just to be safe.
- >"Are you what's occupying up there now?" It asks, lying back down to the cave floor with a crash, "It's been ages since I've been up there."
- >You loosen your body slightly.
- >You release your grip from your pistol.
- >...He seems... nice...
- ...No...
- >You finally say, standing up straight.
- I'm... rare. The only of my kind, really...
- >The dragon looks at you intently.
- ...P0nies are what occupy the land above... mainly...
- >The dragon nods.
- >"Ah, good... so not too many things have changed, it seems..."
- >...
- >You still can't believe this...
- >Such a friendly dragon?
- >Is it even possible?
- >"What's your name, boy?" He asks.
- >His voice is booming and commanding, yet, soothing and conversational as well.
- ...Anonymous.
- >You shuffle in place a little.
- Or, Anon for short.
- >The dragon nods once more.
- >"You may call me Spike," he says, waving his claw around in the air, "All of my friends do."
- >Friends...?
- >"Or, did." He corrects himself.
- >You eye Spike a little bit.
- >You're still a little hung up over him being here.
- >You'd have figured you could spot a dragon lair.
- >But there's no hoarded treasure...
- >You eye the chest once more.
- >...Is that all he's guarding?
- >Spike takes notice to your wandering eyes.
- >"So, Anon..." he calls, snapping you to attention once more, "what brings you down here to my humble abode? Touching my... things."
- >Your heart skips a beat.
- Oh, I'm... sorry, Spike. I didn't know they belonged to anyone.
- >The dragon smiles.
- >"It matters not."
- >You breathe a sigh of relief.
- >Looks like you'll get out of here alive after all.
- Actually...
- >You continue.
- >You have Spike's attention.
- I'm here looking for something... a few relics. They're referred to as... Well, they're referred to as The Elements of Harmony.
- >Spike's eyes widen a little.
- >Then, he lets out a deep laugh.
- >Smoke gathers around his maw.
- >He picks up his paw and uses it to pat the chest.
- >"Well, I don't think you'd need to look any further, my friend."
- >You look to the chest, wide eyed.
- >So... it's true.
- >"These are those very elements."
- >First, the confirmation of the two Princess Sisters...
- >Now, the discovery of the legendary Elements of Harmony...
- >...What would Shimmer think?
- >This'll change EVERYTHING we know about the past...
- >...You think you can trust this dragon.
- >You slowly walk toward the chest once more.
- >Spike doesn't seem to mind.
- >You glance into the it.
- >Those five glimmering necklaces... that one shining tiara...
- >And a dragon has been guarding them all this time...
- ...Spike,
- >You say.
- >The dragon nods, confirming his attention.
- How did these... work? Is it like the legends say?
- >Spike clears his throat a little.
- >"Well, what do the legends say?"
- >You look to the giant, purple creature.
- ...The legends speak of six Elements of Harmony, used by six heroes to vanquish evil... but... that's all that's ever been written about them, really.
- >Spike lets loose a slow, jolly laugh.
- >You look to him in confusion.
- >"I'd say the legends are right in that case..."
- >You feel that excitement well up once more.
- >It's all so much to handle at once.
- >"And I knew those six heroes... they were all very close friends of mine..." the dragon says this with a lingering smile.
- >What!?
- >The six heroes of the Elements...
- >He... He knows them!?
- >Spike can sense your excitement, and laughs a little.
- >Then he lets out a happy sigh.
- >As if reminiscing...
- >...
- >You walk over beside the chest, and pick up the two photographs.
- Are... these your friends, Spike?
- >"Hmm?" the dragon mutters.
- >You hold up the photo of the orange mare and her family.
- >Spike adjusts and focuses his eyes to the photo...
- >...
- >His maw drops, and his eyes almost glaze over, opening widely.
- >He simply stares at the photo for a moment.
- >...
- >"Applejack..." he finally says.
- >He brings his massive, clawed finger up to the frame, stroking it slightly.
- >"I... I haven't seen any likeness of her in..."
- >He trails off.
- >...
- >You feel an odd sensation settle in your chest.
- >Your mood drops as you look at this dragon... lost in nostalgia...
- >...
- >You slowly bring the photo down.
- And what about...
- >You slowly raise the white unicorn's picture.
- ...Her?
- >Spike looks to the portrait.
- >Upon viewing it, he emits a subtle, slight gasp.
- >...
- >He stares.
- >Not saying a word.
- >...
- >The cave is steeped in a melancholic silence.
- >Only the far-off dripping of water offers any noise.
- >...
- >"R-Rarity..." he mutters.
- >You gaze at the massive creature's face.
- >...Such... shock.
- >Such...
- >...Emotion.
- >You think you see a lone tear form in one of his eyes.
- >"It's been... so long..."
- >...
- >He blinks finally, raising his head slowly.
- >"I... I had a bit of a crush on that p0ny... as a child..."
- >He lets loose a single, breathy "heh," as if forcing a mask to his emotions.
- >...It doesn't work.
- >A wet blanket is still draped over your heart.
- >Or, so it feels.
- >Spike looks to these pictures once more, then glances back to the box of the Elements.
- >He sits in simple nostalgia.
- >...
- >"Rarity and Applejack... Fluttershy. Rainbow Dash. Pinkie Pie..."
- >He takes a breath.
- >"...Twilight Sparkle..."
- >You listen to his now soft voice.
- >"These were all my... very best friends. Each and every one."
- >He sighs, and places his head on the ground.
- >"We've been through so much together... so many adventures, simple day-to-day activities..."
- >...
- >He sighs once more.
- >"But as I grew in size, they grew in age, and, well..."
- >...You feel a soft pang against your heart.
- >...You know enough about dragons to know what he's getting at.
- >He shifts his eyes from the wall to you.
- >You meet his gaze.
- >His eyes, so deep, full of age, wisdom, and...
- >...Sadness.
- >"Anon..." he states.
- >You listen.
- >"The life of a dragon can be a lonely life indeed..."
- >...You nod.
- >"I never was around my own kind much... I was a p0ny, at heart, you could say..."
- >He pauses, gazing to the wall, as if lost in thought.
- >"...Perhaps that was a bad long term choice..."
- >He looks to the chest once more.
- >"They used these Elements to fight countless foes when Equestria needed them..."
- >He reaches a claw inside, dangling a necklace from his nail.
- >The diamond one.
- >"These are all I have to remember them by. Not since the town became uninhabitable all those centuries ago..."
- >...
- >He places the necklace back into the chest.
- >And shuts it.
- >...
- >You stand solemnly.
- >You look to the two pictures in your hand...
- >...
- >Suddenly, Spike stands back up on his hind legs and rubs his belly.
- >"Ah, but I'm sorry," he says, wiping his eyes a little, "I've grown a little sentimental. It happens from time to time, you know."
- >He laughs to punctuate a change of mood.
- >...For now, anyway.
- >"So, Anon," he says, in the same welcoming voice he greeted you with, "what is it I can do for you? Do you need anything?"
- >...What?
- >Is he...?
- >You look to the smiling dragon.
- >You catch yourself with your mouth open, and shut it quickly.
- >You look to the now-closed chest.
- >There it sits.
- >What you toiled for for so long...
- >...
- >But...
- >...
- >Should you...
- >...
- >You smile.
- ...No, Spike, I don't.
- >The dragon looks to you, then smiles himself.
- >"Just paying a visit, eh?" He asks jokingly.
- >You laugh a little.
- Just paying a visit.
- >...
- >You glance to your watch.
- >...Oh man.
- >You look up to the large purple creature.
- Spike, it was great to meet you, but I need to leave.
- >The dragon eyes you a bit, then nods.
- >"I understand, Anon. Things to do. Your kind must be busy, huh?"
- >You laugh again.
- Yeah, very.
- >You pick up your backpack, and grip your flashlight.
- I'll just head back the way I came.
- >The dragon nods.
- >"I trust you'll find your way out just fine."
- >You look to each other one last time.
- >"...May Celestia guide you, Anon."
- >...You're taken aback a bit.
- ...And... and you too, Spike.
- >He smiles.
- >"Farewell."
- >Then, with a loud boom from his feet, he turns around and walks back into the darkness.
- >You hear the footsteps trail off.
- >Until the cave descends once again into silence.
- >...
- >You glance to the chest once more.
- >...This legendary chest...
- >You step toward it...
- >...
- >You look to your hand.
- >...And lean the two pictures you're holding against it.
- >The white unicorn Rarity... and the orange Earth p0ny Applejack...
- >Long lost friends...
- >...
- >You smile one more time.
- >And wipe your eyes a little bit.
- >Then, aiming your light the way you came, you begin your trek back.
- >You remembered your way, but it still took a little bit.
- >You can hear the helicopter blades chopping into the air as you finally make it back to the clearing.
- >Shimmer sits in the pilot's seat.
- >She doesn't look all too impressed.
- >"Anon!" she calls when you finally make it within earshot.
- >You quickly approach the machine and hop into it from the side doors.
- >"Where the hell have you been?! I've been worried sick!"
- >You wave her off with your hand.
- I'm sorry! Things took a little longer than expected!
- >"Psh," she sneers as the helicopter begins to take off.
- >Soon, you're in the air once more, trailing through the skies above Equestria.
- >"So!" she calls, "Was your trip at least worth it!? Anything on those Elements!?"
- >You gaze out back toward the town you know resides there.
- >...
- No, nothing on any Elements. Nothing at all, really.
- >You turn your head to meet hers.
- Guess you were right.
- >Shimmer smirks.
- >"I'm ALWAYS right, Anon," she remarks.
- >You smile, then avert your gaze back out the doors.
- >"Now hold on tight, we've got a long trip ahead of us!"
- >The whirr of magic picks up as the helicopter gains a little speed.
- >You smile at the diminishing landscape and forest as they fade back into obscurity.
- >Back into peaceful isolation.
- >...As it should be.
- The End
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