Sweetie Belle paced around. She had a prompt, "Through the Ages", and she'd worked out an idea for it. But would it work?

Only one way to tell. She started scribbling down a story really fast...

*Flash*

“Well, that didn’t work.”

Spike. That was Spike. Twilight’s castle!

Sweetie Belle ran forward to where Twilight and Spike were talking.

“Twilight! I really need you to —”

*Flash*

She was backstage. A concert?

“Sweetie Belle! You’re on next!”

“Wait. I can’t go on right now. I need —”

*Flash*

It was dark. She was in a bed? She flailed around for a light and felt something furry against her hoof.

“Mreow?”

“Opal?”

*Flash*

Sweetie Belle looked at the crack in horror as it grew. With the magical energies hitting it--

She banged her hoof against the chamber door.

“Let me out! It’s going to cascade. Somepony —”

*Flash*

“ —help me!”

Twilight looked down at her.

“No problem, Sweetie Belle. How can I help?”

*Flash*

Author's Note

This was my story for the December Flashfic contest. I wrote down notes for it right at the beginning of the contest, but wrote the whole thing a couple hours after the contest should've closed, but before it actually got closed. didn't win, but I think it came out well, and it was the top pick of the person whose prompt it was...