Mark of Authority

It's good to be a monarch... thought Diamond Tiara, sitting atop her diamond-encrusted throne. Next to her sat Silver Spoon, in a silvery painted desk with a typewriter and telephone next to her neatly arranged pencils and paper stacks. It had been three days since the poker game, and Diamond was loving her new role as a princess. The day after she had settled into the castle, she appointed Silver Spoon as her royal secretary.

It had turned out that Silver was perfect for the job and that being a secretary was her special talent. All the better, thought Diamond, What if she totally sucked?

No matter, Diamond pondered. I have more important things to do.

"TWILIGHT!!!" bellowed Diamond. "GET YOUR FAT, UGLY FLANK OVER HERE, NOW!!!!!!"

Twilight scurried into the room, looking nervous. "Y-yes, your highness?"

Diamond sneered. " 'Your Highness'....I like that. But back t the point. Bring me the Cutie Mark Crusaders...NOW!!!"

Twilight flinched. "Y-yes y-your Highness.."

"Well, what are you waiting for?! Go, IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!"

Twilight left the room as quickly as she had entered it.

After she was gone, Silver Spoon looked up from the document she was writing and asked, "Why do you need those losers? Are you going to do something to them?"

Diamond simpered nastily. "Silver Spoon, you don't know the half of it. By the time I'm done, those geeks will never know what hit 'em."

Silver stared for a moment, then laughed. "Diamond, you are one evil filly."

"Thanks, Silver. I do try."

***

Twilight Sparkle burst through the schoolroom door, much to Cheerilee and the student's surprise.

"I..(pant)...need the..(pant, wheeze)...Cutie Mark...Crusaders....(pant-pant).."

"Twilight!" Cheerilee exclaimed. "Are you alright?"

"Need...Crusaders...now..." she panted, laying on the floor in exhaustion.

"Well..alright, then... Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo? Go with Twilight to where ever she needs you to go."

"Why should we?" asked Scootaloo.

"Diamond..didn't say." said Twilight, finally catching her breath. "All she said..was 'Bring me the Crusaders."

"Diamond Tiara?" squeaked Sweetie Belle nervously. "Oh, this is positively horrendous!

"Save yer diction fer later, Sweetie Belle." said Apple Bloom. "Ya' knew it wus jist a matter of tahme before she wanted us."

"C'mon, girls." said Twilight, having now fully regained her breath. "Let's go."

"But-but-" sputtered Scootaloo, attempting to argue.

"NO." ordered Twilight. "Now. Let's go."

Hanging their heads, the Crusaders trailed out the door behind Twilight, terrified of their ultimate fate.

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