When the loop ended, her magic grew once more. But for once, Astral did not want to try and use her newfound power boost to see if she could finally do an advanced spell.

Instead she lay, curled up in blankets, while her mother read her a bedtime story.

She had missed this, she realized. Just being a kid again.

The story was one of the old ones from when she was a baby, about a young mare, a hybrid, who traveled through time and space, helping whoever she came across.

It was one of the oldest fairytales ever told, and even now, throughout everything that happened, Astral loved to hear it.

. . and everypony who saw the strange pony would be filled with such joy! Such hope! Just as the young mare dreamed it would.

Soothed by her mom's voice, Astral fell asleep.

Author's Note

Seven Months.

Seven Months I have been doing this, and in that time, I have never forgotten to post on the deadline.

I am so pissed at myself right now.