Crystal Prison

Chapters

New Look
Team building
He has emotions?
Under Pressure
Zesty Flavor
The final preparations
Let the Friendship Games Begin!
Cut Content
Preview: Know your place
Omake: Dusk shine gets love advice
Preliminary welcome party
Bodyguard preview
It has begun
Preview: Dusk Shine vs Crystal Prep
Aether burns in the Prince
RELEASE THE MAGIC! Part 1
RELEASE THE MAGIC Part 2
RELEASE THE MAGIC! Part 3
Epilogue
What is Friendship?
The stars align for the dark prince

New Look

Clippings of dark sapphire blue hair littered Dusk Shine’s bathroom floor and sink. He used the black handheld mirror and his reflection to check the back of his head. Dusk Shine tilted his head side to side for any errors during his impromptu haircut. Everything is in order. No gaps or awkward lengths. He brushed off any stray sapphire hairs off his midnight blue shirt before shaking his head. Always double-check just to be safe. Dusk placed the scissors down on the counter.
“And there we’re done,” Dark Shine commented at their new appearance. “What do you think, nerd?” He asked his other half while Dusk Shine analyzed his new style in the mirror. Although, one can’t truly call it ‘new’. He simply cut his hair short allowing it to rest upon the nape of his mulberry neck instead of his lower back reaching his butt and the upper regions of his thighs. Yeah, Dusk Shine, you were way overdue for a haircut.

“Huh,” Dusk Shine replied, moving some hair out of the way while titling his neck. His piercings shined in the bathroom light. He had them for at least a year but his hair usually hid them unless someone got close to him. Cinch didn’t mind them as several students had them. His parents were relatively unaware of them but probably won’t be surprised at it. They were always open-minded. “It’s actually not too bad,” Dusk Shine acknowledged while Dark smirked.

“Told ya,” Dark Shine replied. “Hopefully weirdos will leave you alone thinking that you’re a girl or some weird shit,” He mentioned before examining the top student for a few seconds. “Slick your hair back for a quick second,” Dark Shine suggested while Dusk raised a brow. An odd request but whatever. He still did it. More of Dusk Shine’s spectacularly stunning face was revealed. The slick-backed style morphed him from a scholar to a superstar. Dark Shine knew that Dusk was a handsome teenager but the nerd is unaware of that. He frowned at what the social isolation of Crystal Prep did to him. Yet, Dark isn’t too worried about that as his time will come. Whether Dusk Shine likes it or not. “That’s it. That’s the style we’re looking for,” He guffawed before gesturing to the counter. “Now take some of that gel. You’re keeping it,” Dusk Shine’s shaking hand begrudgingly reached for the container holding the thick clear substance. He smacked his hand away.

“No,” Dusk Shine stated while Dark smirked at his defiance, finding it adorable. “That’s enough for tonight,” He replied as he cleaned up the bathroom while Dark watched him. It’s getting easier to control or influencehim now. Dusk Shine’s hold on him loosened in the past year such as happened with Sunset Shimmer and the Dazzles. He grinned wondering what’ll happen after the games. Will he and Dusk Shine become one? Or will Dark Shine be the dominant personality? There’s little to no difference between how he thinks and what Dusk Shine thinks. But noooooooooooooo, Dusk Shine wants to be a little goody-two-shoes despite that he respected him. The two were the same person after all. Dusk Shine is intelligent therefore he is intelligent. Plus, years of reading comics and stories illustrate that all great villains need a code, morals, or ideology to abide by. Something that draws people to them and agrees with them. That’s how you know you have an amazing villain is when you agree with their mindset. Otherwise, you have a generic lack-luster character who’s only driven back their base desires especially if they have a shitty backstory. Oh boo hoo you had a shitty childhood. Oh take a fucking number and cry us an ocean. Everyone will have something shitty happen to them in their life. However, the vast majority rose from their struggles, becoming better instead of using it as their go-to excuse for everything. Seriously, how the fuck are you in your forties using the same excuse from when you were four?

“Hurry up, Dusk Shine. Cinch is waiting for that final team draft pick,” Dark Shine taunted with a grin as the scholar glared at him. “And the rest of your homework,” He shut the door behind him.

Dusk Shine sat at his study desk again writing his history assignment when his phone vibrated. “I thought I turned it off,” He remarked before narrowing his eyes at the contact name. “Oh great, it’s her,” Dusk Shine grumbled as he reached for his phone.

“Where’s my English essay outline,” Fleur De Lis demanded in her typical haughty tone. “It’s due this week. Come on, hurry up, I don’t have all night,” Dusk Shine took a calming breath.

“Where’s the second half of the payment?” Dusk Shine typed as professionally as he could. Those were the rules. Half now then the other half later. This ensures that both parties hold their end of the bargain. His phone buzzed, receiving a payment from Prench Kiss. “Please give me a moment,” He requested as he searched through his drive, scrolling through multiple names and folders. Dusk Shine found and sent it to her. Unfortunately, she’s one of his more frequent customers. Thankfully, Fleur De Lis primarily comes to him for major assignments. Otherwise, she, like many others, flat-out ignores him.

“Finally,” Fleur De Lis remarked before leaving the chat. Dusk Shine sighed before resuming his assignment.

“Shit, she hates you,” Dark Shine mentioned as Dusk flipped over the worksheet.

“How’s that any different from ninety-nine percent of the student body?” Dusk Shine questioned as he tapped his pen against the desk.

“Nah, they hate you because they actually have to put effort into something that a simple phone call to mommy and daddy won’t solve for the first time in their pathetic lives,” Dark Shine remarked. Dusk Shine didn’t respond but as a scientist. He can’t ignore the facts. The majority of his classmates were members of high society like him. They can live comfortably by their family name alone or their parents knowing the right people landing them a cushy job if they show competence. Then Dusk Shine appeared with the same start as his peers yet they saw his hard work, talent, and etiquette. His mere presence and skills threatened and insulted them. He sighed at the amount of times parents compared their children to him wondering why they can’t be more like him. It got worse becoming the top student. Dusk Shine wanted to feel sorry for them but couldn't. They treated him like shit. Therefore, why should he give a shit about them? He stretched for a brief moment. Although, when you think about it. Their parents work or have contacts for institutes he’s interested in. Some are interested in him too. If they’re smart, they can overlook their child’s petty feelings towards him, providing him an easy source of payback by doing nothing. It’s all business at the end of the day. Money talks.

“Why do you think she’s pissed off at me,” Dusk Shine countered.

“Well, you had a bit of a crush on her a few years ago,” Dark Shine brought up after a pause. The two stuttered at that poor display of judgment. Granted it was his first year at Crystal Prep but he got better. “Thankfully, you got over it. Then you became the top student and ignored her like an irrelevant side character. Man, she was fake,” Dark Shine scoffed. “Fleur De Lis honestly thought she could seduce you into doing her homework for her. Holy shit, that look on her face when you said no was fucking priceless,” Dark cackled at the memory.

“So I wounded her pride,” Dusk Shine calculated. “Is that what you’re saying,”

“Basically yeah,” Dark Shine admitted. “She’s basically every single Alpha bitch in any school setting. Wealthy, attractive, and a straight-up bitch,” His other side listed off. “Fleur De Lis can have all her issues solved by calling ‘Daddy’. We both know it won’t be her father. I won’t be shocked at all if she has more divorces than Fast and Furious movies in the next twenty years because all her exes found out that she has is her looks and nothing else,” He spat out. “She won’t change from how she is now,”

“We’re still teenagers so there’s a hope for her to be better,” Dusk Shine retorted while checking his answer. “She might surprise us,”

“Keyword being might,” Dark Shine scoffed at the suggestion. “ People like her will only learn when she has nothing left besides her entitlement. She’ll come to us as a last resort to save her from her mistakes,” His scowl morphed into a cruel smirk. “And we don’t play a knight in shining armor. That’s our brother’s job,” Dusk Shine placed his worksheet into its designated folder before heading to his computer. He gave a slight smile to the framed photo on his desk showing those he held dear and near to his heart as he logged on.

“Now who’ll make the final team,” Dusk Shine opened the file on potential teammates. He spent a considerable amount of time structuring this team. “That should be it,” Dusk Shine whispered before attaching the file in an email to Principal Cinch. He got a reply a few moments later.

“Thank you for your assistance, Dusk Shine. Although, I’m surprised at some of the choices. You explained in detail why they should be a member. This team fills virtually every gap leading us to victory. I expected nothing less from my top student. Please come to my office before the morning bell to discuss further,” Her posh voice echoed as he read off her reply. He checked his monitor clock. His parents should be home soon and start making dinner.

“Dusk Shine, we’re home,” His mother’s voice called out upon entering the door with her husband walking in with her. Dusk Shine is the spitting image of her. He inherited her striped hairstyle, looks, and body type. Numerous times Twilight Velvet was mistaken for his older sister or an older cousin. Some people even referred to her as a … MILF. Dusk Shine’s mind had to detach itself to see what they mean. His mother was a gorgeous woman with a vibrant personality and a successfully stable career. That’s where his mind stopped before going into forbidding territory. He seriously didn’t need those types of images in his head.

“Honey, I think he knows by now. Probably made a chart or spreadsheet,” Night Light whispered as she rolled her eyes at him. Dusk Shine inherited aspects of his father’s personality, typically his methodical traits. He enjoys boxes and numbers when they’re in an organized manner. It’s an oddly satisfying experience. Even with a career in Data science and civil engineering. Night Light gets paid while doing what he enjoys. Just like his wife, he was considered a DILF. Some of the single ladies in Canterlot, especially his schoolmate’s mothers gave Dusk Shine their numbers to give to his father just in case he needs a stepmom. It also didn’t help that Cinch showed her interest in his dad. Yep. Dusk Shine has a hot mom, a hot dad, and a hot sibling.

“In the kitchen,” Dusk Shine replied. Both of them rushed in towards the location in anticipation. Dusk Shine typically takes care of the meals in the household and does an exquisite job at it too. To him, there’s no difference between cooking and doing a chemistry experiment. He had his equipment and a list of instructions. All he had to do was follow them.

“Ohhhh what are we-” Twilight Velvet spoke before pausing along with Night Light at the sight of Dusk Shine. “Having?”

Dusk Shine was peeling potatoes when he turned his head to them. “Chicken and potatoes,” He answered while the chicken was sizzling in the cast iron skillet.

“You cut your hair,” Twilight Velvet whispered as he went to the cabinet for some spices and seasonings.

“Yeah, it was getting too long,” Dusk replied, holding a bottle of paprika and garlic powder. “Can’t risk it becoming a safety hazard and I was long overdue for one,” He chopped the potatoes into cuboid pieces. “Does it look weird?” Dusk Shine said softly.

“Oh no, no, no. We didn’t mean like that sweetie,” Twilight Velvet consoled her youngest child. “This suits you but it’s just…” She paused for a moment.

“It’s just out of your usual routine,” Night Light stepped in to answer for his wife. “And when did you get piercings?” He pointed out in concern. “Why weren’t we aware of this?”

“A few months ago,” Dusk Shine revealed to his parents. “My hair hides them when I’m wearing them,” He pointed to his ear.

“Honey, let him live a little. At least it’s one of the more simple ones,” Twilight Velvet interrupted. “This is probably a personal experiment to see if he likes it. And he likes it,” Night Light rolled his eyes at her. Why must he be the responsible parent while she’s the eccentric one? Well, he loves her dearly so he’ll let it slide. “You don’t have a tattoo right?” His parents stared at him.

“No, you don’t,” Dark Shine muttered.

“No, I don’t,” Dusk Shine announced as he checked the steak.

“Oh thank goodness,” His father mouthed.

“At least for right now,” Dusk Shine taunted, causing his father to snap his head in his direction in alarm. “I already have designs that I’m interested in,”

“I’ll help you pick,” Twilight Velvet joked to Night Light’s surprise.

“Honey!” He shouted as she giggled.

The family enjoyed their dinner of chicken and potatoes while making idle chit-chat about their day. Spike greedily munched on his dinner too. So Dusk Shine did something special today,” Night Light asked, acknowledging how quiet he was.

“Nothing major but I’ve been signed up for the Friendship Games,” Dusk Shine admitted while pushing around his potatoes.

“THE FRIENDSHIP GAMES?!” They replied as Dusk Shine nodded to confirm his statement. “But Dusk Shine, you’re not really a people person,” Twilight Velvet remarked.

“You’re more of an independent,” Night Light confirmed. “You’ve always been a do-it-yourself type of guy,” He and his wife shared a worried look. “This isn’t like you, son,” The haircut, the piercings, and now this. Something is up.

“Principal Cinch got Shining Armor to convince me of the benefits of joining and representing the school in the Friendship Games,” Dusk Shine pushed his glasses up.

“Well, what did he say,” Twilight Velvet asked knowing that the two were close yet opposites of each other. Shining Armor was the extrovert, the life of parties, and more emotional and athletic. Dusk Shine on the other was more reserved, studious, and logical.

“Well he tried the whole ‘girls love a hero’ idea,” Dusk Shine mocked his brother with air quotes. “My name in the papers, a trophy and maybe a pretty girl or whatever,” He rolled his eyes and frowned. He already has trophies with his name in the papers from his achievements at Crystal Prep and other school competitions. Although the pretty girl does sound pleasing. However, Dusk Shine won’t be persuaded by his base desires.

“Yeah, that sounds like him,” Night Light declared while cutting his chicken breast. “So what made you agree to it?” Dusk Shine’s throat went dry for a moment.

“Cinch said…she said that it’ll make my application to Everton stand out more,” Dusk Shine let out a half-truth after a short moment. He didn’t want to do it yet he had to. “I’m the top student but I always need something that makes me unique,”

“You’re really setting your sights on the Everton Program,” Night Light revealed. “I trust your judgment but is this what you really want? You’re fifteen so there’s no rush,” He persuaded his son not wanting him to burn out so early in life.

“Dad, there’s nothing left for me at Crystal Prep,” Dusk Shine confessed in a dead tone. “I pass every test with ease. The student body despises me with a passion so there’s no point in socializing,” Images of Sour Sweet flashed before pushing them away. Spike whimpered as he rubbed himself against Dusk Shine’s leg. He reached down rubbed Spike’s head. “No point in staying in a place where I’m hated,” Dusk Shine sighed before standing up. “May I please be excused?” He muttered.

“Of course, we’ll put your dinner up,” Twilight Velvet answered in a soothing tone. Dusk Shine muttered a quick thank you before heading to the stairs. “Dusk Shine,” He turned to his parents. They both gave him a comforting embrace to his surprise but he welcomed it. They were his parents after all. “We love you, Dusk Shine. You’re going to do great at the Friendship Games,” They smiled in support.

“I love you too,” Dusk Shine smiled back when Spike barked. “That includes you too Spike,” He picked up his furry companion. “I’m heading to my room,” Their concerned eyes followed him up the stairs.

“He’s hiding something isn’t he?” Twilight Velvet asked her husband in worry. He nodded in agreement.

“It definitely has something to do with Cinch and the Friendship Games,” Night Light calculated based on what Dusk Shine revealed to them. “However, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something more to this. He simply isn’t telling us,”

“I always knew that was something about her I didn’t like,” Twilight Velvet gritted her teeth. Night Light gave her a raised brow and a slightly amused look. “And no this isn’t some old high school grudge,” The two were rivals for Night Light’s heart. She won, of course. “I just hope this isn’t anything that can ruin Dusk Shine,” Night Light held her hand.

“He’s going to be fine,” Night Light comforted. “Come on, our dinner is getting cold,” Dusk Shine’s bedroom door was closed shut.

“I hope you’re right sweetie,” Twilight Velvet whispered. However, her maternal instincts warned, even yelled at her that Cinch did something to her son.

The car ride to school was an anxious experience for Dusk Shine although he didn’t show it. Cadence watched him play with his hair. She and Shining Armor were shocked too at his haircut as it was far out of his routine. It’ll take some time to get used to it after he kept it long for years. However, she thought about it, this short hair looks better on him. His piercings…that’s another story. “Remember to breathe, Dusk,” His former babysitter consoled him as she found a parking spot. “You’re going to be okay today,” She placed a hand on his shoulder. He took several deep calming breaths like how she taught him. Both removed their seats and strolled to the front entrance of the school. It’s still rather early in the morning so there are not a lot of students at this hour. “Ready to head inside?” Dusk Shine adjusted his ear cuff for a second before nodding.

“Let’s do this,” He replied with a straight face. Cadence opened the door for them. The two casually strolled through the hallway. There are more students than what he estimated. Shit, they’re staring at him and whispering to their friends. His heart raced and thundered but Dusk Shine shoved those thoughts away. They always stare and insult him under their foul breaths. He focused on several conversations as he and Dean Cadence walked by.

“Holy crap, Dusk Shine got a haircut,” A female student whispered to two other female students near a row of lockers. “It looks pretty good,” His amethyst eyes widened at the compliment. “I didn’t know that he had piercings too,” Her friends gazed up and down at him and smiled.

“Damn, he looks nice,” Another one mentioned and grinned at him. “Dusk Shine was always good-looking,” They found him attractive? “I’m liking this new look. Maybe I should get to know him a litter better,”

“Good luck getting through Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet,” Moondancer remarked. Dusk Shine raised a brow. Sunny Flare, he can understand but why Sour Sweet. Wait a second. Why does he care? “I prefer his old style,” She held her books closer to her body. Moondancer was an associate of his during their youth and spent a lot of time together prior to enrolling at Crystal Prep. However, they haven’t interacted much since then.

“Oh shut up, Moondancer. They’re not dating so he’s free to claim,” She said while Moondancer rolled her eyes. Dusk Shine’s eyes peeked at Cadence who had a soft cocky grin on her face.

“Shut up, Cadence,” He demanded of her. Dusk Shine’s not going to give her the satisfaction.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” The dean maintained her grin. He narrowed his eyes at her. That’s bullshit and you know it.

“I’m heading to the bathroom,” Dusk Shine grumbled as she turned around and up the stairs. He found an empty bathroom and checked his appearance in the mirror. The black ear cuff with a silver antitragus was a good idea. Simple, practical, and stylish. Dusk Shine pulled out his smartphone from his pocket as he surveyed his surroundings. The coast is clear. He raised his phone and pressed the camera app with a smile. Time for a selfie.

“Gosh, this sucks,” Rainbow Dash groaned in the library while Cherliee shushed her. “Sorry,” The rainbow-haired all-star whispered before glaring at her thick chemistry textbook.

“Less complaining and more studying Dash,” Applejack scolded as she looked up from her notebook. “We need every single point we can get for the Friendship Games if we want to win against Crystal Prep” They were in a study group in preparation for the upcoming games.

“Is it really that bad?” Sunset quizzed her friends. They all stopped and blankly stared at her. “What?” She shrugged.

“It is, sugar cube,” Applejack signed. “CHS and CPA have the longest ‘rivalry’ out of any schools in Canterlot. Shoots, probably all of Equestria,”

“If they even consider us rivals,” Rarity replied in an elegant tone. “They’ve beaten us for decades in every single event,” Sunset turned a page in her physics book.

“Every event?” Sunset Shimmer asked as they nodded.

“See for yourself,” Applejack handed her a yearbook. Sunset Shimmer flipped through the pages as her eyes slowly widened with each passing year of CPA holding trophies against the dejected CHS students. Holy shit they’re right. Every single event for decades. “Told ya. I think the last time we won was when Granny Smith was my age,” The farmhand grabbed the book.

“Plus, they’re pretty mean,” Fluttershy acknowledged softly as the rest sans Sunset Shimmer nodded in agreement.

“Those Crystal Punks think they’re so much better than us just because they go to a fancy school,” Rainbow Dash mocked their opponents as more students walked into the library. “I would pay money to see them being knocked down a peg or two,” She leaned back and placed her feet on the table.

“Weren’t you recruited by them, Dashie?” Pinkie Pie brought up. “They recruit the best of the best,”

“Yeaaahhhhh but my loyalty has always been with Canterlot high,” Rainbow Dash grinned. “And wouldn’t change it for the world. Even though all those trophies are pretty sweet,”

“I’ll admit that Crystal Prep is full of upper-class snobs but,” Sunset shimmer started when her thoughts settled a certain mulberry nerd with a gentle smile. “Some aren’t that bad,” The group shared a look.

“Darling, you know someone at Crystal Prep?” Rarity asked, leaning forward. Sunset Shimmer nodded whenTHE GREAT AND POWERFUL Trixie Lulamoon charged into the library in a frenzy. The magician swiftly scanned the area.

“Sunset. Didn’t get the message?!” Trixie fretted in a hushed voice. Sunset’s eyes expanded.

“What? No,” Sunset replied. Did something happen? Was it an emergency? Trixie pulled out her phone.

“Where is it….oh here it is,” The magician mumbled for a moment. She showed her what she found. Sunset stared with widened eyes while Trixie smirked.

“He cut his hair?” The redhead quizzed the bluenette. “Shit, it looks really good on him” The table exchanged confused glances. Who’s he? They gazed at Pinkie Pie who simply shrugged. The party girl doesn’t know either.

“I know right?” Trixie said ecstatically with a mild blush. “He did yesterday,”

“Yesterday?” Sunset Shimmer repeated. “And he didn’t call or text us anything,” Honestly she felt insulted.

“Who are yall talking about?” Applejack acknowledged the elephant in the room. They wanted to know if it got Trixie excited. Sunset showed them the pictures. They leaned in for a closer look. It was a lithe purple male around their age or maybe a bit younger. He had dark sapphire hair with a single solid pink and violet stripe reaching to his neck. Glasses and piercings on his left ear. All in a crisp CPA uniform. They recognized that shade of magenta anywhere.

“Who’s the egghead?” Rainbow Dash taunted. Trixie and Sunset narrowed their intense eyes at her. “Hey, just asking,” She raised her hands in defense.

“He’s my…” Sunset replied when Trixie tilted her head at her forcing her to pause. “Okay, our egghead” Trixie folded her hoodie-covered arms and nodded in approval. “His name is Dusk Shine, the top student at CPA,” She announced to the shocked group.

“He’s their top student,” Rainbow spoke the mind of the group. The two nodded

“For the last two years and going strong,” Trixie beamed. That didn’t ease their worries. This Dusk Shine is the elite amongst the elite.

“Didn’t he sweep through Cloudsdale’s entire team by himself during that math competition?” Pinkie Pie recalled. Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash gave a short nod not wanting to remember that massacre delivered to their hometown. They haven’t seen it for themselves but it was brutal. From what they heard, Dusk Shine wasn’t even trying. He effortlessly steamrolled them to where Cloudsdale had to forfeit from the gigantic gap between the scores. All with a bored expression.

“Yep, that sounds like him,” Trixie confirmed. Cold sweat dripped from their youthfully devastated faces. They were going to face a demon like him in the Friendship Games, won’t they?

“Shit,” Rainbow muttered while grabbing her head. Normally Rarity would scold her for such uncouth language in a public setting but the designer agrees with her statement.

“Does he have an ego that matches the moon?” Applejack replied as the morale lowered from their new opponent. Trixie made an offended yell with a hand on her chest.

“Sometimes yes. He’s a smartass, a know-it-all, and made me want to break his glasses on several occasions,” Sunset listed off but another smile adorned her face. “Dusk Shine’s …different,” Now, that’s a smile they haven’t seen before.

“Ooooohhhhhhh, is he special to you, darling?” Rarity questioned smelling a hint of romance.
“You can say that,” Sunset Shimmer admitted with a light blush. “I owe a lot to him. Dusk helped set me straight when I was being a…”

“A total bitch,” Trixie remarked to her cousin. Yes, I have Trixie and Sunset as cousins so deal with it.
“If you want to put it that way. Then yes,” Sunset affirmed. Yeah Sunset, you were quite nasty in the first ‘movie’. “Who knew that stern talking to with a cross to the jaw

“He punched you?” Fluttershy fretted. He looked quiet and reserved like her.

“Talk about being an advocate for true gender equality,” Rainbow Dash added. She didn’t know that this egghead had the mindset to fight his friend

“Dusk Shine’s a scholar but…he’s not afraid to fight,” Sunset defended her friend. “I did have that coming for a while now,” She gingerly rubbed her chin. Man, he hits hard. “Plus, he helped us against the Dazzles,” They screwed up their faces in confusion. A girl named Twilight Sparkle assisted them.

“You’re saying that this Twilight Sparkle was him?” Applejack inquired. They didn't know that she was actually a he. Damn.

“Yep,” Trixie and Sunset nodded. “It was a disguise so that his classmates wouldn’t recognize him. They’re rather cliquish despite treating him like a social outcast,” She growled at how awful they treated their Dusk Shine.

“They treat their top student. The representative of Crystal Prep like a tomato sauce stain while wearing all white,” Rarity predicted. They confirmed with a nod. “Why?”

“They actually have to put effort into something in their lives,” Trixie started. “Everything came easy for them thanks to their cushy lives. Money solved most if not all of their problems,” Crystal Prep Academy drew in the upper class. That’s why it was created in the first class. The social elite didn’t want their children rubbing elbows with those born of lower status. “Then someone appeared at the school. He isn’t using the same methods they’ve been using for decades or even centuries. Everything he does was the result of rigorous studying and discipline. Something that anyone can do. Money can’t buy that,” Trixie mocked with a short chuckle before staring at Rainbow Dash. “In a way, you got your wish. They have been knocked down a few pegs,” She frowned. “They can’t touch him either as it would harm the reputation of the school,”

“So he’s like some regular guy that’s crazy smart which pisses off a bunch of silver spoon city slickers,” Applejack predicted. Seems like a common plot in most coming of age stories

“He’s not a regular guy. Dusk Shine’s actually quite wealthy,” Sunset Shimmer told the group. “Like really wealthy,” She emphasized. “We’re talking upper class wealthy,”

“Where does he live?” Rarity questioned blankly.

“Luminance Arch,” Trixie answered. Rarity covered her mouth to muffle her grand gasp.

“He…he lives there?!” The fashionista stammered with widened eyes. The two nodded. “Oh, dear,”

“Um, why does it matter where he lives?” Rainbow Dash probed. “He lives in Luminance Arch. So what’s the big deal?” She shrugged. Rarity jerked her head at the athlete.

“It’s a MASSIVE deal,” Rarity assessed. “Luminance Arch is the fancy part of Canterlot. Anyone who’s anyone lives there. Doctors, lawyers, businessmen, politicians, actors and superstars,” She explained in the frenzy while remaining quiet. “It makes Los Pegasus look like a cheap studio apartment. Some of the most important and influential people in Canterlot have origins traced there. They say that you can see the stars as clear as day. It’s a glorious sight,” Rarity sighed in delight as her friends rolled their eyes at her. “I’ve always dreamed of living there. Me relaxing at the poolside with my personal palace as a highly successful multi-millionaire businesswoman. You girls are obviously invited of course,” She gave them a charming smile. An idea popped with her graceful mind. “Sunset, darling, can I ask you teensy-weensy favor as one of your bestest friends,” Rarity clasped her smooth alabaster hands together as she fluttered her eyes.

“That depends,” Sunset Shimmer narrowed her eyes. She believes that she knows where this is going.

“Is this Dusk Shine fellow single or has someone that he’s interested in?” Rarity probed. And there it is!

“No, and not the last time I checked,” Sunset answered. A smirk made its way home on Rarity’s face. She flipped her silky purple hair as she pulled out her compact mirror. A lady must always look presentable. Perhaps a little smile here and there to get him interested. “But you may not be his type,” Sunset pointed out. The designer’s eyes widened with a blank expression.

“Is he…you know?” Rarity whispered with a hand gesture.

“Asexual. Yes”

“I think I fell asleep during that seminar” Rainbow Dash scratched her head.

“OH! Asexuality is a spectrum where the person has little to no sexual attraction. However, there are always exceptions. The common ones are grey when the person rarely experiences sexual attraction. Demi is when they only experience sexual attraction when there’s a strong emotional connection.” Pinkie Pie rattled off to the group with her signature grin.

“That yeah. Plus, you’ll just remind him of the girls at Crystal Prep,” Sunset Shimmer added before a shudder. “Some of those girls are awful,” Rarity slowly placed her mirror back into her skirt pocket. What was she even thinking? How can she compete against the beautiful elite? “Hey don’t worry about it. He said and I quote ‘If this Rarity is as half as nice as she is fabulous. Then she can easily be the prettiest girl at Crystal Prep’” She recalled as Rarity’s face flushed scarlet.

“So what is his type,” Fluttershy asked while adjusting herself in her seat.

“He doesn’t have a type per se,” Trixie conveyed with a so-so gesture. “My best guess is that if he likes you, he likes you. Hypothetically, we all have a decent chance,” She announced before shooting a teasing glance at Sunset. “This one is in the lead,”

Sunset glanced down at herself. “You really think so,” She along with her friends were a part of the Canterlot Cuties. Who can blame them? Each girl offers something unique.

Applejack with her accent, thickly toned body with family values. Fluttershy and warm, maternal gentle aura. Pinkie Pie’s upbeat and cheerful demeanor with a laugh to match. Rainbow Dash and her outgoing and enthusiastic nature. Rarity with an air of grace and elegance. Trixie’s flair of confidence and desire to put on a show for her wonderful audience. Sunset Shimmer went through a few changes. She was the level-headed foil to the hyperactive Pinkie Pie. Her aesthetic was a rocker with her leather jacket. Then the Dazzles appeared and corrupted her into a mean girl. You guys know what I’m talking about. Basically the first movie. Fortunately, Dusk Shine and several others showed her the light and to the nurse’s office. “I changed quite a bit,” Sunset twirled her vibrant crimson lock with a finger. She’s still a rocker but delved into the goth or punk look. Her leather jacket was swapped with a short-sleeved black coat with faux spikes on the collar. Ebony eyeshadow to contrast those bright cyan eyes. A sun necklace rested upon her garnet t-shirt with a shredded bottom. Finally, every rocker needs a sturdy pair of boots. Again with spikes. Yes, I’m using the EmeraldBlast human Sunset Shimmer Design. Trixie placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“He still looks at you the same way,” Trixie smiled as Sunset smiled in return. The group had their share of smirks as they packed for their morning class. Trixie and Sunset texted Dusk Shine in the meantime.

He smiled when the replies were received. Huh, some of them were from their friends. Dusk Shine placed his phone back into his pocket. Who knew that a simple haircut can change someone’s opinion of you? “I did. That’s why I did it,” Dark Shine taunted while Dusk sighed. He knew that he was too quiet for the morning. CPA’s top student stopped at the office doors. Dusk Shine sighed once more before knocking.

“Enter,” Principal Cinch’s frigidly professional voice ordered. He did what was told. She was busy signing several documents at her desk as he strolled to the solitary seat placing his school bag at the side. “Good morning, Dusk Shi-” She paused as her stern eyes gazed at his new short hair and piercings. “You’ve gotten a haircut,” Cinch acknowledged as she stopped her writing. He nodded to confirm. “It suits you quite nicely,” She said with a grin that offered no solace to him. It showed more of that handsome face of his. Cinch raised a brow at his uniform. It was more relaxed as his tie was loosened to a degree. Properly done of course. No long sleeves either revealing his surprisingly toned forearms. He kept his sweater vest but his Cutie Mark on his chest pocket along with a tiny shield with a black lightning bolt in the center and a stylized dark pink S-pin. Each one displayed his rank and prestige at her school.

“So I’ve been told,” Dusk Shine blankly answered, hiding his discomfort. He pushed his glasses up. “Is the roster to your liking?” Dusk Shine asked, wanting this to be done already.

“Of course, I expected nothing from CPA’s best and brightest,” Cinch maintained her smile. For the love of the cosmos just stop already. She opened her desk drawer and placed a chest at the center of it. “With you and the Shadow Five. It’ll be another easy victory for Crystal Prep,” The Shadow five well the six, if you included him, are the top students at CPA. Each member was well-rounded in various subjects with their preferences being either academics or athletics. He was the top student making his spot a guarantee. Sunny Flare was a fellow member. The benefits of being the principal’s daughter.

“What about the other half of the Shadowbolts?” Dusk Shine analyzed

“What about them?” Cinch scoffed, brushing them aside. “They’re the B-team. I frankly don’t care if they win or lose. Their only purpose right now is to make sure we don’t lose,” She declared standing up from her desk. Her heels clicked with each step.“Or allow us to lose. As long as we win.” Cinch placed her hands on his shoulders. “That’s all that matters, especially you with leading us to victory,” She traced her thumb up and down his cheek forcing goosebumps to erupt. Please stop this. “And your application to Everton with all references as promised,” He didn’t believe a fucking word that slipped from her mouth.

“And what if I’m not accepted for whatever reason,” Dusk Shine questioned in a slightly accusatory tone at her. His intense glare locked with her amused one. Yes, that’s it, Dusk Shine. Show your drive to succeed and dominate. It’s remarkable how he went from barely looking into her eyes a few years ago into now having the gall and audacity to glare at her without a trace of fear. No, there’s still some fear but Dusk Shine refused to show it. Her lips grew wider. Excellent.

“Don’t worry about that Dusk Shine,” Cinch leaned forward, getting face to face with him. Their lips were a mere centimeters apart. He can feel her breath against his skin wanting to get away from her. “I’ll make sure you’re compensated quite handsomely,” She straightened and readjusted his constricting tie. “I’ll personally make sure of it,” His face remained neutral as her lips curved further upward. This is the most Dusk Shine ever saw her smile before. He didn’t like it one bit.

“Can I get that in writing please?” He bargained with a raised brow. “Anyone can say anything so that’s why it’s essential for a paper trail,” The principal stood upright with her hands clasped behind her. She chuckled.

“I’ve taught you well,” Cinch nodded before glancing at her grandfather clock. “Head to class, Dusk Shine. You’ll have it before the end of the day,” He gave her a curt nod before heading to the door. She observed him every step of the way. As if she’ll let a boy no man like him slip through her fingers. Dusk Shine will be an esteemed asset to her family. Especially if her dear daughter Sunny Flare plays her role.

“Uh, where the hell is he?” Sour Sweet groaned as she glanced at the empty seat. “He’s usually here by now,” She crossed her arms with a frown while Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare blankly looked at each other. Sour Sweet. You’re not that good at hiding your massive crush on Dusk Shine. Plus, this tsundere act isn’t helping you either.

“It’s selection day so he’s in Cinch’s office,” Sunny Flare answered as she fixed her sun hairpiece while their classmates chatted about. The selection day is one of the most critical moments for Crystal Prep students. Everyone here is an elite but being selected to represent the school for the Friendship Games, further cements that. Colleges, universities, and businesses are eager to get their hands on the top twelve students. They’re the best of the best.

“He’s the top student so his spot is secure,” Sugarcoat replied. “It’s the other eleven spots that people are about,” The classroom door opened revealing a certain mulberry male.

“It’s about…time,” Sour Sweet grumbled before her jaw went ajar at his altered hairstyle.

“Good morning,” Dusk Shine greeted. The class went silent as Dusk Shine walked to his seat. Their shocked stares followed him with Sour Sweet being the most predominant. Whatever he didn’t care as he sat down taking out a book to read. They resumed their conversations with hushed voices and a new topic at hand.

“Dude, Dusk Shine actually cut his hair,” Neon Lights acknowledged, removing his shades to make sure what he’s seeing is real. “I didn’t know he had piercings,” He rubbed his ear lobes. “You think he can give us the number of where he got them from,”

“I don’t see why not. If Dusk Shine can get his ears pierced then surely we can too,” Suri Polomare assessed before analyzing him for a swift moment. “The short hair combined with those simply stylish earpieces worked wonders for him,” His previously long hair caused several stares, confusion with slight envy from the female student body. How did he get his hair so shiny and silky? Was he born with it or has a routine for it? She and many other girls and some dudes thought that Dusk Shine was attractive with his handsome face, enchanting amethyst eyes. Yes, he’s cold and reserved yet remains respectful. Simple seduction won’t work on adding more to the challenge forcing them to work for their grades when he tutors them. Despite being a part of a well-established family, his discipline sets him apart from most of them.

“It has too since I saw him taking selfies in the bathroom,” Trenderhoof revealed to the group. They swiftly looked back and forth between Dusk Shine and Trenderhoof who nodded.

“No fucking way,” Neon Lights whispered. He gestured to Dusk Shine who turned a page in his book. “Him?”

“I only caught it for a split second when I walked into the bathroom,” Trenderhoof clarified. “But I definitely saw a camera flash,”

“Was it to a girl,” Neon Lights quizzed the blond who shrugged. Sour Sweet focused on Dusk Shine. Is he dating someone? And why does it bother her?!

“It has to be. New haircut and showing off his pierced ears,” Suri Polomare calculated. “He’s trying to impress someone,” She concluded before a tiny grin appeared on her face. If what Trenderhoof is true then Dusk Shine is interested in someone or looking for a girlfriend. He’s available. She stood up. “Maybe I can offer him my assistance,” Sour Sweet snapped her head in Suri’s direction. She stopped at the sight of Sour Sweet deathly empty stare with a cold sweat. The archer gestured a slit throat at her. “Or maybe not,” Suri mouthed before sitting back down as Sour Sweet turned back around. The class continued their chatter until the bell rang. Time for a new day.

Team building

A few scant whispers continued as they listened to the morning announcements. Typical readings such as sports where they won again, lunch specials, upcoming events but what they were truly interested in Selection day. Who’s going to represent the school in the upcoming Friendship Games? Who’s the best among the best?

“Dusk Shine’s definitely on the team,” Neon Lights whispered slightly leaning to the side as Trenderhoof and Suri Polomare nodded when the announcements ended. Like why wouldn’t he be there?

“Same with Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat,” Trenderhoof acknowledged gesturing towards the girls idly chattering about. Those three are total powerhouses when it came to academics. It simply wasn’t fair on just how good they were, absorbing information like a sponge. “You think it’s going to be like Cloudsdale,” They shared a shudder from the academic annihilation delivered by Dusk Shine. It was a routine trip to Cloudsdale for a math competition. Everyone went accordingly; introductions, rules, point system. The Cloudsdalians (I honestly don’t know what they’re called in canon so that’s what I’ll call them for the time being) smirked when Dusk Shine stepped up. One person? They said in hubris chuckling at their top student believing that he was a run-of-the-mill rich kid. That Dusk Shine was slightly better than the average student.

Cloudsdalians descended from various military families and battalions before Equestria was even a thought. They had training, discipline, and determination. What do those soft Canterlites have? Again I don’t know if that’s the proper term for those from Canterlot. Probably is but it’s the first five hundred words in the chapter so I’ll check later. They only had money. That means nothing since the Crystal Preps were on their territory. No cutting the judges a check for a little persuasion. Oh, they were wrong. Oh so wrong. Blinded by their arrogance never acknowledging that their wings were melting while reaching for the sun. They crashed into the water behind them believing that they could swim back to shore. Not on their watch. The scores were even for the first two rounds until it happened. The speed round. Dusk Shine rapidly answered each question barely allowing them a moment to blink or breathe. The opposing team scrambled for points as Dusk Shine shot off correct answers until they had run out of questions for the round with time still on the clock. Dusk Shine asked for main round questions. He answered them. All. The principal of the Cloudsadale team begged Cinch to call off the match as the gap grew wider with each question. Who knew that adults can cry like that? She didn’t listen to them, observing Dusk Shine obliterating the opposition with a cold grin on her face. Soon, the judge tallied the scores. A meek drizzle against a dominating monsoon. They gave Crystal Prep their rightfully deserved trophy. Another one for Dusk Shine’s collection. He shook his sniffling competitor's hand. A gentleman through and through setting him apart from his haughty schoolmates. They left for a celebratory luncheon leaving their sobbing practice dummies behind.

“I heard Canterlot High really stepped up after their Rainbow Rock event,” Suri Polomare remarked. “Apparently, a Twilight Sparkle assisted them against the Dazzlings,” The Dazzlings were an up-and-coming group winning several awards and competitions. Even a record deal.

“Man, I heard she was super cute,” Trenderhoof smirked before placing a finger on his soul patch. “Do you have a picture of her?” Suri grabbed her phone and scrolled through her gallery. She zoomed in as they leaned in to see.

“What the shit?” Neon Lights muttered at the image of ‘Twilight Sparkle’. They fluttered their eyes at the picture then back to Dusk Shine. “She’s basically Dusk Shine if he let his hair down and didn’t wear glasses,” He revealed to his nodding friends. The resemblance was uncanny. They were identical but doesn’t Dusk Shine doesn’t have a twin sister. Was this Twilight girl a relative or total stranger? A changeling? They really hope not. Bunch of weirdos. Now, what’s a changeling? It’s someone that impersonates another. However, that explanation doesn’t do it justice. They impersonate and replace another taking over their life and living it out. Usually, it’s via murder and takes the identity of a missing person. Other times it’s a person wanting a new life.

“Still cute through,” Trenderhoof replied. They stared at him with a puzzled expression. “Just saying” He shrugged before Suri shushed him when the door opened. Everyone’s back stiffened as Cinch’s heels clicked across the front of the silent classroom. Her hands clasped behind her back as her stoic fuchsia eyes scanned like a warden observing prisoners. No one said everything only their thumping heartbeats. She glanced at her wristwatch right before the bell rang.

“Good morning everyone,” Cinch greeted the room.

“Good morning, Principal Cinch,” The class replied robotically. Nice and obedient. Just as expected of her students. Dusk Shine already had his books and writing utensils out in an organized manner. Lovely. She took out a blue marker and began writing the dry erase board for today’s math lesson

“Please take out your textbooks and turn to page 325. We’ll continue where we left off” Cinch ordered the room as they reached into their bags and placed their thick green textbook on their desks. “Work on the even numbers of exercises 5.1 to 5.3 and the odd numbers of 5.4 to 5.5. If you need help come to me or Dusk Shine,” She went to her desk to mark some assignments as they worked quietly. Several minutes passed as they whispered amongst themselves, typing on their calculators and writing their answers. Cinch glanced at Trenderhoof conversing with Dusk Shine at his desk. Her top student explained to him, pointing at a section of his textbook and the blonde’s notebook. He missed a variable. Trenderhoof mouthed an ‘Oh’ at the sight of his miscalculation before heading back to his seat. She viewed Dusk Shine effortlessly forming calculations and solving equations as if they asked him to write his own name. His amethyst eyes slid over to Sunny Flare. Cinch’s lips curved upwards at the pair discussing one of the problems. Yes, appeal to his better nature and desire to teach. Show why you’re the superior choice, Sunny Flare. So much better than some of the other girls whose only option is to marry well. Some of them may be ‘prettier’. That doesn’t matter. You have skill, drive, and dreams of great aspirations. A woman of quality even better you since have his respect. An equal, and a rival. Cinch paused for a moment. Does Dusk Shine have a type? It’s hard to tell since he showed no predisposition to any particular type of female. His family history didn’t help either showing a variety of types. No matter. That can still work in her favor. He’s above simple seduction. Cinch stood up from her seat with a stack of papers in her hands. Some of them gulped in terror while exchanging glances. It’s last week's calculus test. Their brains burst and shrivel up after that one. Dusk Shine, Sugarcoat, Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet had a look of disinterest while Principal Cinch passed back the test papers. They had nothing to worry about. Groans of frustration combined with sighs of relief occupied the room. An A-minus for Sour Sweet and A-pluses for Dusk Shine, Sugarcoat, and Sunny Flare. Dusk Shine blankly stared at the paper.

A-plus with 100% in red ink. Geez not like he’s seen that hundreds to thousands of times already in his life. It no longer excites him and blazes his soul. Another standard part of his life. Yipee. Cinch’s professionally manicured hand clasped with his shoulder as she leaned over the other one with a grin. The pit in his stomach expanded at her touch as her gentle perfume stimulate his nose. “Excellent work as expected, Dusk Shine,” Cinch purred into his ears feeling the subtle shudders in her palm. Is that a tinge of pink on his cheeks? Wonderful. His heart rate skyrocketed from the contract. Just leave me alone

“Thank you, Principal Cinch,” Dusk Shine replied in a dull tone remaining focused on his work while his other hand fiddled with an eraser. She nodded with a smirk before heading to her desk. Sunny Flare glared at Cinch in disgust. Sweet Faust, just leave him alone. Better why is she dragging her along for the ride? Sugarcoat pushed up her glasses. She’s never seen Dusk Shine shudder like that. Stutter yes in the past but nothing like that. Sugarcoat shrugged. It’s none of her concern at the moment. Probably just a crush or a moment of infatuation. Cinch is an attractive well-established mature woman in authority. It’s quite common for males his age to develop those types of desires. Sour Sweet on the other hand scowled as she attempted to burn a hole into Cinch’s skull. That bitch did something to him. She just knows it. Ever Cinch took Dusk Shine under her corrupted wings. He’s never been the same. Sour Sweet sighed as she had a hand in his cold metamorphosis. The bell rang signaling the end of the double period as the students began to pack up. Ugh finally. They had a fifteen-minute break. Anything to get their brains to be refreshed.

“Dusk Shine, Sunny Flare, and Sugarcoat, would you kindly allow me to have a moment of your time please?” Cinch requested her students. Those three sat back down as their classmates exited the room chatting amongst their peers. Sour Sweet gave Dusk Shine a quick glance before passing through the door. “As you are aware that the Friendship Games are arriving,” She started pacing towards the front of the desk. “And you three are Crystal Prep’s best and brightest students. The big three as some people would call you,” The three exchanged glances between themselves. They were always the top three regarding test scores with only a few short points difference between them. Whenever Crystal Prep needed a team for academic competitions, they’re there bringing victory to the school. It’s mainly Dusk Shine but Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare aren’t slouches either. If he’s the top male student then those two are neck and neck for the top female student. “You represent some of our ideals. The paragons of discipline, skill, and prestige,” Cinch gestured to each of them. They maintain their focus on her.

“Oh great, she’s fucking buttering us up,” Dark Shine grumbled at their esteemed principal. She’s the typical love-bombing. It’s a superficially yet effective tactic of getting someone to do something by telling them how great they are. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, we’re the best that the school has to offer. Blah, blah, blah,” He mocked with a talking hand gesture before rolling his eyes. “Just get to fucking point already. We kicked Canterlot High’s asses for decades,” Dark Shine grumbled. Seriously, bro, we have to get you that new name. My proofreading software can’t tell the difference sometimes.
“That’s precisely why you’ll have the privilege of representing the school in Friendship games,” Cinch announced smiling at Dusk Shine’s Shadowbolt pin. The two girls shrugged. It was expected after all. They turned their attention towards the opened door. Dean Candence entered, holding a dark purple case with stylized S on the center. “Ah Dean Cadance, you’re right on time,” She smirked as Dusk Shine’s sister-in-law placed the container on the desk.

“Thank you, Principal Cinch. I would’ve been here earlier but man these new heels,” Cadance remarked as she rotated her pink ankle to ease the tension.

“I told you to go with the flats but noooooooooo you didn’t listen to me,” Dusk Shine remarked resting his chin on his mulberry fist with a bored expression. Cadance raised her finger and opened her mouth to respond before taking a pause and closing her mouth. She went up a few flights of stairs and went down carrying a case in new heels that haven’t been broken in yet.

“Touche, Dusk Shine,” Cadance acknowledged with crossed arms. He gave her a smug smirk of intellectual superiority. This is new. The girls thought to themselves. It’s been at least a year or more since they saw Dusk Shine smile. Granted the two have a close relationship but man it’s been so long. Shame really. A smile suits him well. His face soon reverted to its neutral expression. “Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat, will you please stand up,” The two rose from their seats and walked forward, facing Dean Cadance. “Congratulations you have been selected to represent Crystal Prep Academy as you have the skills and means expected of the school,” She said formally with a smile while Cinch opened the case. The older women shot Dusk Shine a look. He stood up as she handed him a pair of Shadowbolt pins. Dusk Shine stood up in front of Sunny Flare with the pin. “Be silent as a shadow with the might of thunderbolt,” He carefully attached the pin on her collar while holding a gaze. Both knew that this is what Cinch wanted. They only played her game to appease her but have to admit they found each other attractive. To Sunny Flare, he’s a gentleman almost princely who treats her with respect and dignity. Yeah, he isn’t interested in her in that way but certainly better what other guys did. They just saw her as a stepping step or as a way to get to Cinch. His enchanting amethyst eyes are filled with focus as he analyzed concepts and topics to where anyone can understand. Many times, Dusk Shine is kind despite having every reason not to be. Always clean and professional. Sweet lord, she can smell his cologne. Her cheeks flushed pink for a moment to Cinch’s delight. Maybe one date won’t hurt. Just to test compatibility so Cinch can leave them alone. Plus sometimes, he can be super cute also has a great ass. Now for Dusk Shine. He always found her to be conventionally attractive. Why? She’s a strong-willed competent woman and a worthy rival. An air of grace, poise, and elegance with deserved arrogance followed her. Furthermore, he finds Sunny Flare’s body to be well-portioned and her hips are remarkably healthy for her age.

“Ha, I fucking knew it. You were staring at her. Like that one time she wore that purple bikini during the beach trip,” Dark Shine cackled at his host’s inner thoughts. Dusk Shine ignored it while doing the same with Sugarcoat. “What? No thoughts on how her pigtails would make great handlebars or wondering if you can fuck her glasses off as you pound that tight round ass of hers,” He taunted Dusk Shine. “Don’t lie to yourself. I’m still you after all,” The three stood side by side with their Shadowbolt proudly displayed much to Cinch’s pleasure. Cadance smiled that Dusk Shine is socializing with his schoolmates again. A mischievous thought slithered in her romance-centric mind. Maybe this can blossom into something more. Dusk Shine narrowed his eyes at his former babysitter. Don’t even think about it.

“Now that’s complete,” Cinch grinned at the situation with clasped hands. “Dusk Shine, would you kindly deliver the pins of the rest of the chosen Shadowbolts?” She requested. He raised a brow.

“Me? Wouldn’t Dean Cadance or yourself be the better option?” Dusk Shine suggested to the adults.

“Who else but you Dusk Shine?” Cinch stepped forward with her hands out. “You’re the top student and they’ll compete with you against Canterlot,"

“Well, the school doesn’t like me for that particular reason,” Dusk Shine countered while Cadance frowned at his reply. Sunny Flare crossed her arms as Sugarcoat shot a sympathetic look at her.

“Oh, don’t worry about that Dusk Shine. If it’s coming from me, they’ll listen,” Cinch placed her palm on his shoulder in an attempt to console his worry. It didn’t. “The outmost nail gets the hammer after all. So don’t overload that brain of yours,” She padded his cheek with a smile. Sunny Flare gave a repulsed glare at her mother while Cadance and Sugarcoat raised their eyebrows at the interaction. What is this? “We need you at peak performance for the games,” Cinch stepped back with her arms behind her back. Cadance handed him several cases holding pins for the remaining nine members. “Can I entrust you with this task?”

“You’ll have done before the end of the day,” Dusk Shine replied placing them in his backpack.

“Good. I’ll see you all in my office by the day’s end,” Cinch added. They nodded as they packed up to head to their next class. She gave Sunny Flare a knowing grin before heading their separate ways.

“Sweet Faust, I feel gross,” Dark Shine grumbled rapidly rubbing his cheek attempting to remove Cinch’s taint.

“The feeling’s mutual,” Dusk Shine answered smoothly moving out of the way of his schoolmates walking down the hallway. At least he stopped being a klutz. Now they’re lucky enough to touch him. His scholarly eyes scanned the area. “Where is she?” He muttered before spotting a girl with light pink with triple tone green hair headbanging to the song on her headphones. Ah, there she is. The first one on the list is Lemon Zest. He stepped towards her and waited for the guitar solo to stop. She twirled to him before opening her amber eyes at him forcing her heart to dump a beat from his sudden appearance. The rocker hopped away with a hand on her chest.

“Geez, dude, don’t scare me like that,” Lemon Zest panted to calm herself. “I swear you can teleport or some crap,”

“Well maybe if you turned down the volume and be more aware of your surroundings. This would be less frequent,” Dusk Shine remarked as she flipped him off. His face changed to mild concern. “But seriously, you’re going to get tinnitus if you continue it,”

“Oh fine, you buzz-kill,” Lemon Zest groaned as she turned off her Bluetooth headphones. “Oh crap, I almost forget,” She opened her lockers and passed him a dense azure biology textbook. “Thanks for letting me borrow it. You saved my ass for that quiz,” He placed it in his bag.

“No problem, Lemon Zest,” Dusk Shine gave her a tiny smile. She peeked at his ears and freshly cut hair.

“Wait have you piercings?!” Lemon Zest exclaimed. He nodded. “Dude what’s the number of the place you got them from. They look so sweet,” The pair took out their favorites and exchanged contact information. Now, I know what you’re thinking. What’s with this camaraderie between these two? Simple. Their mothers were friends back in the day. Zest’s mom approached Velvet to assist her daughter to maintain her grades. He gets free food every once in a while. Plus, Lemon Zest doesn’t hate him and treats him like a person whenever they interact. The beauty of opposites. A few students muttered at the scene. What were they doing?

“Hey, there’s something I want to give you,” Dusk Shine replied as he reached into his pocket. She shrugged. It has to be good if it’s from the top student of Crystal Prep. Her amber eyes blink owlishly at the tiny simple black and purple fuzzy box in his hand. Gasps and snapshots were heard before others shushed them.

“Dude, I think we’re skipping a few steps,” Lemon Zest stammered with rosy cheeks. He tilted his head. Steps? She caught his blank expression. “I’m not saying no since you’re a pretty cool dude but we’re still in high school,” Lemon Zest twirled her hair with a finger in a meek tone. Holy crap does he like her? He sees her as wife material. Why does that make her heart flutter?! Dusk Shine repeatedly adjusted his attention between the box and Lemon Zest.

“Holy shit, she thinks you’re proposing!” Dark Shine acknowledged the situation to him. “Bet you that Cadance chose the design,” Dusk Shine cleared his throat catching her attention.

“Lemon Zest, you have been selected to represent Crystal Prep Academy as you have the skills and mean as expected from the school,” He started, opening up the case revealing a Shadowbolt pin. She mentally smacked her forehead. Oh right the Friendship Games. What was she thinking? “May I?” Dusk Shine requested raising the hand. She nodded giving him her consent. He stepped forward attaching the pin to her collar. Did he always smell this good? “Be silent as a shadow with the might of a thunderbolt,” Dusk concluded before stepping back. “Congratulations, I look forward working with you,” He bowed his head. She opened her mouth when the bell rang. The two shared a frantic look before they started to run. They were going to be late for chemistry. It was on the other side of the school

“Fuck, we’re going to be late,” Lemon Zest groaned as they sprinted down the corridor. Why did they put their lockers on the second floor and have their class on the bottom floor?
“Follow me,” Dusk Shine commanded before turning right. She followed him as to what other choice does she have. A teacher yelled at them for running in the halls.

“She’s with me, ma’am,” He replied to the teacher who waved them off.

“Bro, how? She’s a total pain in the ass,” Lemon Zest whispered before stepping down a staircase. Their footsteps tapped and bounced off the walls.

“A plus side of being a teacher’s pet and the top student. You can get away with practically everything,” Dusk Shine confirmed. “Being around me gives you a bit of free pass,” They reached the ground floor and resumed their dash to class. Man, Dusk Shine had more stamina and endurance than she thought. He’s keeping up with her. They barged into the classroom with deep pants as soon as the bell rang. Their classmates stared at them.

“That’s where you two were,” A jolly voice spoke up. The pair gazed at their grey-skinned teacher. He’s an erratic fellow but better than their strict teachers. Now that he has a sense of style in his brown coat, brick red trousers, a canary shirt with an arctic tie. Not that mix and match minus the match abomination of an outfit.

“Are we late, Mr. Discord?” Lemon Zest prodded with a pant. He twirled his golden clawed staff with a wild grin.

“Nope, you’re right on time especially you, Lemon Zest,” Discord chuckled before focusing his red eyes on Dusk Shine. “However, it’s not like you, Dusk Shine. You’re usually the first one here,” He stroked his white goatee despite the top of his hair remaining a solid black.

“Sorry, I was talking with Lemon Zest,” Dusk Shine started. She nodded to confirm. Discord’s grin widened.

“You’re truly are Night Light’s son, giving the girls the old family charm,” Discord smirked giving him a swirly thumbs-up. The two shared a look before turning away.

“Wait, what, hold up!” Dusk Shine exclaimed before peeking at her. “No offenses, Lemon Zest. I’m not looking for a relationship right now,”

“None taking dude,” Lemon Zest waved off

“He said right now but who knows,” Discord laughed drinking his chocolate milk. Dusk Shine rolled his eyes before heading to his seat.

That’s four down. Eight more to go.

They stood outside on the soccer field. It’s time for PE. The coach blew his whistle “Alright, everyone, pair up for some stretches,” They searched for their partner. Dusk Shine surveyed the field before approaching someone.

“Excuse me, Indigo Zap,” He called out to the target of his focus. She turned towards him with her orange goggles securely fastened to her triple-toned blue faux-hawk hair. Honestly, I don’t know what the style is called but that’s the closest I could’ve found

“Yeah, dude?” Indigo Zap replied with the sun shining on her freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. Holy shit, he did cut his hair. HE HAS PIERCINGS TOO?!

“Do you want to pair up with me, please?” Dusk Shine requested. A series of gasps emerged from his class jerking their heads in his question. Everything reached a stop.

“Huh?!” Indigo Zap exclaimed. What the hell is this?

“I asked if you wanted to pair up with me,” Dusk Shine repeated his question ignoring the muttering of his classmates.

“Oh sure,” Indigo Zap smiled. He nodded walking with her. Moondancer frowned with a glare watching them exercise together. She partnered with Sour Sweet hooking their arms together and took turns leaning forward. What makes her so special? Zap is nothing more than a boastful meathead while Dusk Shine is an intellectual elite like her. Opposites attract but that works in science. Humans were far too complicated for a simple trope. A shuddering possible explanation entered her mind. Was Indigo Zap his type? It can’t be! She knew him longer than anyone else backing back to kindergarten. This ignoramus Zap has only been here for like a year or two. No, no, no. Moondancer exhaled to calm herself. A simple misunderstanding. It’s idiotic to make assumptions without sufficient evidence. Yes, he cut his hair but that was explained that he was long overdue for one.

“Oh Moondancer,” Sour Sweet sweetly called to her. “Get your head out of your butt,” She demanded while sitting on the grass ready for her sit-ups. Dusk Shine’s palette swap sighed before crouching down holding the archer’s legs steady. Indigo Zap did the same periodically watching his upper body arise and descend counting each repetition.

“So new hairstyle,” She quizzed the mulberry nerd.

“Yes, it was getting too long,” Dusk Shine admitted in a stoic voice

“What about the piercings?” Indigo Zap asked. That was a surprise. He’s the last person that she’s expected to get them. “Trying to copy my style,” She grinned.

“No, I got them before we met,” Dush Shine explained making her pout. “One of my brother’s friends wanted to get some for her birthday but she was being a baby,” He continued. Almost done with his set. “So I went first so she can stop crying about it,” Dusk Shine grunted. Done. The two swapped positions as he maintained a firm grip on her ankles.
“Look at you taking charge,” Indigo Zap smirked at his hidden bravado. He shrugged. “You have the number of the place? I’m trying to get some new ones,” She flexed and extended her torso up and down.

“I gave it to Lemon Zest,” Dusk Shine answered. “Also I want to talk to you after class,” A record scratch diverting everyone’s attention to the pair. Widen eyes and agape mouths were a common sight as they paused. Indigo’s face burned scarlet before resuming her sit-ups.

“Sure,” Indigo Zap stammered with a blush. They got up and began walking to the sidelines. “About what?”

“Later, okay,” Dusk Shine whispered. She nodded. Sour Sweet and Moondancer grumbled at the scene. Everyone finished the warms-up as the coach ordered them for two laps around the field. The whistle blew again.

“Alright, we have a few options today,” The coach announced holding a soccer ball, football, and flags. “We’re going with majority rule so pick your favorite,” A mulberry hand was raised. “Yes, Dusk Shine?”

“I suggest Capture the Flag,” Dusk Shine replied. They gave him confused looks. “It’s simple, straightforward, and give us some practice for the Friendship Games as there’s a team-based event,” He explained stoically as a gentle breeze whistled in the air.

“Um, sure. Everyone make your teams of six,” The coach announced to the students.

“Dusk Shine, Indigo Zap over here,” Sunny Flare waved to them with Sugarcoat, Sour Sweet, and Lemon Zest. The two shrugged before jogging to the group.

“Okay, the rules are simple. You have to capture the opposing team’s flag and bringing over it to your side before the time is up. If you’re tagged with both hands then you drop the flag and head to jail until a teammate saves you,” The coach explained gesturing to the center circle. “Is everything clear?” He turned to face the nodding students. “Teams 1 and 9 get ready,” They stood up and went to the field. Several rounds have passed until two teams remained. “Teams 6 and 7,” Dusk Shine’s team and the team contained Moondancer arose.

“Oh, great, we’re facing against Royal Pin and Fleur De Lis,” Dark Shine muttered at the sight of those elitist pricks. “Out of all the students at Crystal Prep, they’re fucking the worst,” He growled. As a scientist, Dusk Shine can’t ignore the facts. They were horrible. Mean-spirited self-serving sycophants believing themselves to be better than others for simply having more money than most people. However, that’s all they have. Average skills except bending the knee and kissing the ass of the higher-ups. Pathetic. Apparently, Royal Pin got in because his father and Cinch were ‘friends’ and gave the school massive donations. Some of that money went to him so he’s thankfully for that. Fleur De Lis, now that’s a puzzle. Perhaps she’s more competent than she appears to be. Or that her parents bribed the officials or something. Whatever. He doesn’t care about them in the slightest.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Indigo Zap hollered with a fist pump. “Alright smartypants, what’s the game plan,” She smirked while he closed his eyes for a few seconds. His middle fingertips, thumb, and the second joints of his fingers touched. “Um, what are you,” The freckle-faced girl muttered at the nerd

“Shhh, he’s thinking,” Sour Sweet shushed her. He opened his eyes refilled with purpose and smiled. Dusk Shine ushered them in for a group huddled before the whistle.

A rigorous gridlock lasted between the two teams. Neither gaining ground. Moondancer and Sugarcoat sat in the center circle. Sour Sweet and Lemon were left guarding the flag in the penalty square while Dusk Shine, Sunny Flare, and Indigo Zap were the attackers. His hand rapidly switched between gestures. They nodded.

“Uhhh, this is taking forever! Now I’m all sweaty,” Fleur de Lis complained as she fanned herself. They rolled their eyes at the minor compliant. You only have a little coat of sweat. “They have Dusk Shine on their team. It’s shouldn’t be this hard,” She scoffed while scanning her nails.

“At least he’s doing something besides standing around doing nothing,”

“Well, who asked you?!” Fleur de Lis snapped at the comment

“Don’t worry, we’ll down that nerd down a peg,” Royal Pin boasted the self-proclaimed most beautiful girl in Crystal Prep. “He may beat our test scores but we’re not in the classroom,” They smiled finally getting a bit of payback at the person who made them second rate.

“Hey, I’m taking this,” Dusk Shine’s voice announced behind them. They jumped from the sudden noise clutching their nose. He had their red flag in his hand! Dusk Shine dashed through them leaving them behind in their stupor.

“Why didn’t you tag him?!” Royal Pin shouted at Fleur De Lis who was the closest to him.

“Ew, I don’t want nerd on me!” Fleur De Lis cringed at the thought

“Maybe you’ll finally get some brain cells,”

“Let’s get him already,” Royal Pin ordered before giving chase as he’s halfway there. Two of them flanked him attempting to tag him. Dusk Shine twirled out of the way before ducking under Pin’s tackle sliding across the grass. Green streaks stained the front of his magenta shirt. He glared at Dusk Shine who ran past him in utter hatred. “Do something!”

“Uh fine,” Fleur De Lis whined as she hasn’t left her spot only for Lemon Zest to tag her. Royal Pin grunted as he sprinted after Dusk Shine along with the rest of his team. Sunny Flare and Indigo Zap guarded the top student making their way to the goal post. The blue-skinned socialite charged forward slamming his hands on Dusk Shine’s shoulders forcing him to stop.

“Got you, you weirdo!” Royal Pin cheered with satisfied smirked as Dusk Shine turned around with empty hands. His eyes widened with gritted teeth. WHERE IS IT?! The whistle blew. “No way…” He muttered at Indigo Zap and her team cheering with their red flag. In her hands! Dusk Shine walked away to join his team as Royal Pin clutched his fist.

“Yeah, keep staring you trust-funded fuckwag,” Dark Shine taunted when Dusk Shine met his team.

“Bro, your plan works. In your face, blue bloods!” Indigo Zap taunted the opposing teams.

“The vast majority of the student body are blue bloods,” Sugarcoat retorted referring to Dusk Shine, Sunny Flare, and herself.

“Oh…” Indigo Zap sucked up in her teeth. Oh right, she forgot about that. “Whatever. Up top,” She raised her handed in a congratulatory high-five. Dusk Shine stared with a blank expression. They sweat-dropped at the interaction. Crap, he doesn’t like to be touched or put on the spot. Indigo Zap slowly lowered her hand. “If you want to of cour-SMACK” His hand enacted contact with hers in an audible clap. Their jaw dropped at the sight of their hands touching. Dusk Shine’s made physical contact with another person?!

“Awesome work out there,” Dusk Shine replied retracting his hand. “I’ll see you in a few minutes, okay,” He said in a more human tone before turning around. Their bewildered eyes followed and bounced between the two.

“What the hell was that all about?!” Sour Sweet yelled the million-dollar question while Indigo Zap gazed at her hand.

The females shifted out of their sweaty sports uniform into their crisp professional school uniform while making idle chatter. They have lunch after this and wanted to get there before everyone. Indigo Zap sat on the red bench tying the black laces on her black sneakers with blue lightning bolts on the sides. She didn’t like the standard dress shoes typical for the female students. It still kept the bow. Her gamboge glanced at the hand Dusk Shine high-fived. Why did he do that? Okay, side note. I’m constantly looking at the wiki for these characters and I’m finding colors that I didn’t know existed. Seriously, this is the first time I’m hearing of gamboge. Like what the fuck is that? It’s kinda like mustard. Also, I’m looking at the coat colors of prominent characters. Rarity and Shining Armor aren’t white. They’re a light grey with a tinge of sapphire for Rarity. WHAT?!

“Here, you need this,” Fleur de Lis offered a small bottle of hand sanitizer. Zap crocked her brow at the item.

“Why?” Sour Sweet snarled at the snobby girl.

“So she doesn’t get whatever he has,” Fleur de Lis scoffed, flipping her silky hair placing a hand on her well-defined waist. Several nasty glares were shot her way including Indigo Zap. Sour Sweet marched up to her.

“Autism isn’t contagious, you pile of silicone,” She growled pointing her ample chest. The fuck is wrong with is her?!

“Sweetie, these are all-natural,” Fleur de Lis bragged with a smirk cupping her pink bra-covered breasts with a squeeze before crossing her arms. “And no, I was referring to whatever weird experiment he’s doing,” That didn’t deter the glares burning into her skull.

“It shows dedication to his craft and a testament of his skills,” Sugarcoat remarked putting on her leggings. “Like have you seen him study?” The pair often study together in the library.

“Probably not since she’s always on her phone texting somebody’s boyfriend,” Sunny Flare mocked. Fleur de Lis snarled at their snickers

“Bite me, how’s being Dusk Shine’s little helper, you second-rate student,” Fleur de Lis seethed in venom issuing a silence with a glare from Sunny. “Oh, what’s wrong? Can’t handle that he has your mother’s attention?” A vile grin marked her face. Sour Sweet and Sugarcoat were behind Sunny Flare
“
At least she actually began top student while your report card matches your cup size,” Moondancer defended. “The best you can do is piggyback off other's success just like your mother,” Someone spit-take at the unexpected comment from the usually mousey girl.

“OH shit, oh shit, let’s go M.D!” Lemon Zest and Indigo Zaphooted at the academic as they laughed at the frowning rumbling Fleur de Lis.

“I know this ain’t the girl too scared to talk to Dusk Shine despite knowing for years because she has a huge crush on him,” Fleur de Lis acknowledged stomping towards the blushing Moondancer pointing her in the chest. “What makes you of all people think that you can unlock that part of his brain?” She narrowed her eyes with a grin laced with malice. “Especially when you have to compete with someone like me,” Her smooth hands gracefully outlined her long slender legs, widely developed hips, and ass, slim arms before cupping her pillowy chest one more that was more than twice the size of Moondancer’s. “What’s a bookworm to a total babe,” A flood of envy and self-doubt burned Moondancer’s soul.

“Dude, he has like no libido,” Lemon Zest acknowledged in a half-buttoned shirt. “If you of all people can’t do it, then what hope do we have?” She jerked her thumb into her average chest.

“That’s a common misconception,” Sugarcoat explained. “Asexuals do have sex and engage in relationships since it’s an umbrella term,” She fixed her pigtails. “Furthermore, Dusk Shine’s a healthy adolescent male filled with conventionally attractive people. He could have a type and we don’t know it. Given his reserved demeanor and that we treat him like an outcast most of the time,” Sugarcoat concluded as they whispered to themselves.

“Wait does that mean Indigo is his type?” Suri Polomare calculated recalling the last hour. She passed Upper Crust a purple bottle of body spray. “Or at least starting to develop a bit of a crush,” Suri teased the blushing girl.

“Me?” Indigo Zap stuttered rubbing her hand.

“Given what happened, it’s possible,” Sugarcoat predicated. “He was more…open with you,” An idea popped into Sunny Flare's mind. Yes, that’s her ticket. Set up Dusk Shine and Indigo Zap so Cinch can call off the plan.

“But still why though? Shit will his parents even like me?” Indigo Zap questioned the room. She never met his parents but if they’re like their youngest son. High standards and expectations are the norms. Crap does she have to wear a dress or something?

“His mom will,” Lemon Zest smiled at her friend who titled her head in confusion. “She’s a huge adrenaline junkie and loves extreme sport. Hell, she did motocross back in the day,” The rocker padded her on the back. “You’re a shoo-in,” The blush spread to her neck. Her and Dusk Shine? “Come on, let’s be real. Egghead is a catch. Just putting it out there,” They avoid the question with shifty eyes. That wasn’t a no.

“Wait, wait, wait how can he like someone?” Fleur de Lis countered. “I thought that didn’t register in his brain

“He’s asexual, not aromatic. There’s a difference,” Sugarcoat retorted. “Sex isn’t on his mind but developing a romantic relationship is,” Her hand rested on her chin as she thought a few seconds. “However, if he’s demi or gray then the thought of putting Zap’s legs on his shoulders has crossed his mind a few times,” Jets of steam burst from Zap’s ears as they blushed at the explicit image. Dusk Shine has Indigo Zap on her back filling her up with a firm grip on her sturdy ankles. Their bodies moistened by their passion staring lovingly into the other's eyes before engaging in another kiss.

“Sugarcoat, seriously?!” Sunny Flare with warm cheeks shouted at the stoic glasses-wearing girl.

“Hold it!” Sour Sweet barked to gather everyone’s attention. “It’s Selection day so that’s why he’s talking to her,” They muttered and shrugged at the explanation. That makes a whole lot more sense. A weight lifted from Moondancer's heart releasing her clenched jaw. “You better up since he’s on a schedule,” She mentioned to Indigo Zap fixing her hair in the wall mirror. “Zap?”

“Oh uh yeah,” Indigo Zap responded grabbing her before heading out the door. Was she considering it a bit?

There he was, waiting for her down the hall as he said. Dusk Shine scrolled through his page most likely keeping up with science-related news. Indigo Zap paused before taking a step. Why was she hesitating? He’s only giving you a Shadowbolt! It proves that you’re the best choice. She shook her head and lightly smacked her cheeks. Time to get to her head in the game. Indigo Zap smirked, continuing her march with her gym bag on her shoulder. Dusk Shine waved to her, journeying to her with a small black and purple box in his hand. The two stopped right in front of each other. Her friends peeked around the corner. “Congratulations, Indigo Zap. You have been selected to represent the school as expected of Crystal Prep,” Dusk Shine repeated the phrase as he opened the box. “May I?” He requested. She nodded enabling him to step forward and attach the pin to her collar. “Be silent as a shadow with the might of a thunderbolt,” Dusk Shine stook out his hand. “I look forward to working with you,” The pair shook hands before taking their leave.

“Check out, who’s competing in the Games,” Indigo Zap broadcasted to the group.
“This girl,” Lemon Zest high-fived her friend when Sour Sweet’s phone buzzed. A message? It’s from Dusk Shine. Meet me in the usual place

“You girls head to lunch. I’ll…” Sour Sweet paused. “I’ll be a few minutes,” She held her phone against her chest. Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare nodded with a sympathetic look before heading off.

She found herself in a dimly lit hallway in the east wing of Crystal Prep. Hardly anyone is here. This section is primarily used for storage or extra rooms for activities. Her footsteps clicked and echoed pacing through the path before stopping at the sole figure near a vending machine. His cold empty of amethyst eyes acknowledged her presence before pushing a series of buttons on the machine. It whirred and rumbled as his selected drink landed in the tray. He grabbed his cold can of cranberry juice and stepped to the side. She walked to the machine while reaching into her skirt pocket. Sour Sweet swiped her card then typed in her selected drink. Strawberry kiwi. The pair sat on opposite sides of the available bench with their bags near their feet. He cracked his beverage open with a snap before taking a sip. She did too.

Neither said a word amidst the tense atmosphere with only the hum of the overhead light. She repeatedly glanced at him, watching his adam’s apple bounce with each sip. He didn’t acknowledge her existence at all. Now, what’s with the need for privacy? The two were in the Break-up Make-up hallway. A relatively private area of Crystal Prep when students want to discuss private matters. Plus, the lack of use of some of these vacant rooms can give them a chance to be… intimate. Dusk Shine stood up after finishing his drink and tossed it in the trash bin. His back faced her with his hand fumbling in his pocket.

“Congratulations, Sour Sweet, you have been selected to represent the school as you have the skills and means expected of Crystal Prep,” Dusk Shine deadpanned as he turned around holding the pin case. His voice was devoid of emotion and feeling. She stood up walking towards him. “Be silent as a shadow with the might of a thunderbolt,” He attached the emblem on her collar before sticking out his hand. “I look forward in working with you,” Dusk Shine concluded. Their hands linked together. Nothing more than a formality for their mutual interest. Victory.

“About time, I was wondering what took you so long,” Sour Sweet remarked upon releasing their hands putting her hands on her hips. “Cinch could’ve given mine at the same time as Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat during class today,”

Dusk Shine shrugged. “Don’t look at me. Probably symbolism or something. She always had a thing for theatrics,” He replied with a hand in his pocket before checking his watch. “Let’s get out here before the lunch rush so nobody can see us,” Dusk Shine remarked before checking the entrance of the hall with a deep sigh. “Too late,” He grumbled at the approaching Dean Cadance.

“Dusk Shine. Sour Sweet,” Cadance greeted the two teens. “Sour Sweet, can you leave us alone for a moment please,” She politely requested the archer. Sour Sweet nodded before grabbing her bag with the half-empty can in her hand.

“I’ll see you later, Dusk Shine,” Sour Sweet whispered taking one last look before leaving the two alone.

“Are you alright, Dusk Shine?” Cadance consoled her favorite student with a comforting hand.

“I don’t know, Cadance. This whole thing is a total mess,” Dusk Shine revealed running his hand through his hair. “I want to get these stupids games over and done with so I can get the hell out of here,” He sighed from the pressure.

“Why did you agree to it?” Cadance probed carefully. His eyes widened as he scratched his neck. Her eyes widened too. This isn’t like him. Not at all. Something isn’t right. “Dusk Shine, did Principal Cinch do something to you?” Dean Cadance queried, placing both hands on his shoulders. He avoided her stare. “Please, Dusk Shine, you can tell me,” She begged.

“I can’t…” Dusk Shine fearfully admitted. That statement dropped her heart launching warning signals. He can’t say?!

“Dusk Shine…” His former babysitter whimpered at his frantic look. He placed a hand on her shoulder before rhythmically tapping it with pausing in-between. Dusk Shine placed his hands back to his sides. “Okay, Dusk Shine,” She embraced him as he needed one. His arms slowly wrapped themselves around her. “Come on, let’s head to lunch,” Cadance kept an arm around his shoulder as he carried his bag.

The pair stopped before the entrance of the cafeteria. She peaked through the window. Man, it’s getting packed as students paced and chatted about. “You ready to head inside?” Cadance gestured to the lunchroom.

“Cinch wants these delivered before the end of the day. That’s what I’m going to do,” Dusk Shine informed. She shrugged knowing how committed he can be. They entered the pristine lunchroom filled with fresh fruits, a salad, muffin, and deli bar with student lining for the special today. The two shared a look as they sniffed the air finding traces of black pepper, bacon, and parmesan. Carbonara. “Go, I’ll handle it,” He suggested knowing that she wanted some. Cadance smiled before heading to the line as the boys whispered in glee at her presence. It soon turned in annoyance. Great…he’s here. Eyes followed him throughout the cafeteria. He didn’t care. Dusk Shine found his people of interest at the ‘popular’ table. Well one of them. Suri Polomare and Upper Crust were two fellow upper-class members of Canterlot’s social class. Suri’s family dealt with fashion and design. He would’ve preferred Coco Pommel, finding her to be more competent and agreeable. However, Miss Pommel is Suri’s subordinate. This relationship goes back decades even centuries. Upper Crust’s family were the typical banker and shareholders. She sat next to her boyfriend, Jet Set. Another posh member of Canterlot’s elite. His family deals with aircraft. Three birds. One stone. That makes things easier for Dusk Shine. He paced to their table drawing several stares right when she stood in front of him blocking the path.

“Aw great this bitch!” Dark Shine facepalmed.

“What are you doing here?” Fleur de Lis demanded of him only for Dusk Shine to ignore and walk straight past her like a true Sigma. “HEY! I’m speaking to you!” She yelled as some of them snickered. He sat down in front of the trio.

“Good afternoon, Dusk Shine,” Suri Polomare purred at him resulting in confused stares from the table's occupants. “What do we owe the pleasure?” She smiled as he opened his bag.

“Congratulations, Suri Polomare, Upper Crust, and Jet Set,” Dusk Shine began. “You have been selected to represent the school as you have the skills and means expected of Crystal Prep,” Three cases were placed on the table. Their eyes widened at the situation. They were chosen? “Be silent as a shadow with the might of a thunderbolt,” He stood up offering his hand. “I look forward in working with you three,” Each shook his hand. Dusk Shine was always a polite and respectful member of their school.

“Likewise,” Jet Set replied with his sweater tied around his neck.

“As do I,” Suri Polomare cooed with a wink. Oh boy. He grabbed his bags

“Ahem,” Fleur de Lis roughly cleared her throat gaining his attention. He frowned wondering what the Tartarus she wanted. “Well,” She opened her palm. “Where’s my pin,” Fleur de Lis demanded rapidly opening and closing her hand getting impatient.

“Your pin?” Dusk Shine repeated the statement.

“Yeah, duh,” Fleur de Lis scoffed when shadows covered his face. He uttered a sound that they didn’t think he was capable of making. A chuckle. “The fuck?” She took a step back as it grew into a belly-busting cackle. Dusk Shine held his stomach as he continued. Some students slid money to each other. Yep, he finally snapped. Others backed away.

“Your pin?!” Dusk Shine whizzed between his laughter with tears in his eyes. It became too much for the top student, grabbing on the bench for support.

“Dude you sound like a fucking tea kettle!” Dark Shine joined in on the amusement. Cadance slurped her pasta watching Dusk Shine cough his lungs out with a blank expression.

“You go there, Dusk Shine,” Cadance asked with cream on the edges of her mouth. He gave her a thumbs-up.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” Dusk Shine got up with a few coughs. “Whew, I needed that,” He sighed wiping his tears before regaining his default expression at Fleur de Lis. “We’re recruiting for the Friendship Games. We only look for the best of the best,” He gave her a disappointing look. “I’ve seen what you can do. I’m not impressed,” She snarled at him but held her tongue with Cadance at his side. “If this was a beauty competition then maybe,” Dusk Shine added. “Again you’ll have some competition in that regard,” More whispers spread throughout the room. Dusk Shine found girls prettier than her?

“Who’s prettier than me?!” Fleur de Lis demanded stomping towards him. He titled his head up to look at her raging eyes.

“Why do you care about my opinion?” Dusk Shine countered. She opened then closed her mouth grumbling with crossed arms. “That being said, I’ll take my leave,”

“Quick question, Dusk Shine,” Suri Polomare requested stopping him. “Can you give us a sample of that ‘old family charm’ Discord mentioned?” She air quoted.

“ I don’t think it works that way,” Dusk Shine scratched his head. “Pretty sure it skipped me,”

“No it didn’t,” Cadance replied gesturing her fork at him. “Give them a little smile,” He gave her a blank expression. Are you serious, Cadance? “Please, babysitter’s orders,” She attempted to give him the puppy dog eyes.

“No,” Dusk Shine replied. It had no effect on him.

“Sister-in-law's orders,” Cadance countered to the confusion of the room.

“No,” Dusk Shine doubled down getting annoyed at her antics. She got an idea.

“Dean’s orders,” She said in a stricter tone appealing to his sense of obeying an authority figure

“I hate you,” Dusk Shine mumbled

“No, you don’t,” Cadance smiled at him. He sighed. Just go to your happy place. His lips curved upwards creating a tiny yet pleasant smile. Many blushed at the sight of it. Holy shit, he’s adorable. “See that was easy,” She nudged an elbow at him. It evaporated from his face leaving the bored expression they associated him with.

“Satisfied, Suri Polomare?” Dusk Shine cocked an eyebrow at the fashion critic.

“Mhm,” She mouthed with a steady nod and pink cheeks. The pair took their leave. Conversations erupted from various tables wondering if this was the end time. They saw Dusk Shine actively interact with his schoolmates, laugh, and smile. Sour Sweet rubbed her pin wishing for that Dusk Shine again.

The one that looks at her.

Dusk Shine opened the back entrance to the parking lot where several round tables were near the sports field. The school created this area to encourage students to get more sun. Good for their development along with being a spot for socializing while they wait for their rides. He walked towards the table where the final three were sitting and chatting.

“Man, I can’t beat this stupid boss,” Neon Lights groaned, holding his gaming device. “I’ve tried like thirties times this week,”

“Maybe you shou-oh hey Dusk Shine,” Trenderhoof started before stammering at his sudden appearance. Neon Lights attempted to hide his device in his school bag while Royal Pin glared at him. Bitch, you wear an ascot. Fuck off. “We’re just um,” Dusk Shine raised his hand to stop him.

“I don’t care about that,” He remarked as the two placed a hand on their chests. Dusk Shine reached into his bag passing cases to each of them. “Congratulations, Trenderhoof, Neon Lights, and Royal Pin. You have been selected to represent the school as you have the skills and means expected of Crystal Prep,” They smiled at the phrase. “Be silent as a shadow with the might of a thunderbolt. I look forward working with you,” They shook his hand while Royal Pin did it begrudgingly. “I heard you were having boss fight troubles,” He took a seat.

“Yep,” Neon Light sighed at the screen. “Want to give it a shot?” He offered to the nerd. Dusk Shine nodded taking the device in his hand. They watched him with a blank expression as his fingers clicked and pressed the buttons in rapid succession for a few minutes until triumphant music played.

“Here you go,” Dusk Shine handed it over to him as he got up. Neon Lights removed his glasses staring at the ‘You win’ screen.

“How?!” Neon Light shouted. It took him weeks as it took Dusk Shine a few minutes. Did he already beat the game or something?

“Novice,” Dusk Shine stated as he walked off with Trenderhoof laughing. He entered the building and got his phone. “Mission accomplished,” Dusk Shine pressed send to Cinch.

“Excellent,” She smiled from her office. “See you later, Dusk Shine,”

Author's Note

Fun Fact: An abacus is a calculating device before the use of Arabic numbers. It's the thing with the sliding beads. Cinch means to be done extremely easily, a saddle or secured with a belt. I prefer the easily done definition.

Her name and cutie mark suggest that Cinch can do math problems easily which is why I have her as a math teacher. It can why she's able to answer the trigonometry question at the end of the first round

He has emotions?

Author's Note

For those that are wondering, I already wrote six chapters of this story already. I'm posting it here because it's more appropriate.

Heads up some parts of a bit steamy.

Also what do you guys think of the characterization of the Shadowbolts so far and who's your favorite? For me it's Lemon Zest and Sour Sweet

He has emotions?

"Now that concludes today’s announcements,” Cinch’s stoic announced through the intercom as the bell rang, concluding the end of the day. She smiled briefly at Dusk Shine’s earlier message. “Will the Selected kindly come to my office, please?” Cinch requested. Dusk Shine titled his head at Sunny Flare as he grabbed his bag. Sunny Flare gestured for Sugar Coat and Sour Sweet to hurry up and follow them. Trenderhoof, Neon Lights, and Suri Polomare stood up as well and aren’t far behind. Their classmates muttered at them. Seven members of their class were selected for the Friendship Games.

“You guys ready to go?” Dusk Shine quizzed his team. They nodded before he led them out the door.

More of their colleagues spoke under their breath, observing them stroll past the hallway. Dusk Shine waved for Lemon Zest and Indigo Zap to join their posse with excited grins on their faces. Upper Crust and Jet Set soon followed hand-in-hand. Woah, way to show off your relationship, you snobs. They look happy together, at least. That’s beside the point. We have more important things to worry about. For instance, Royal Pin closes his locker, strutting to the front of the group with a swagger forcing Dusk Shine to slow down and step to the side. Seriously bro?

“Move to the back, B-team,” Night Blaze grumbled. Finally, he chose a new name for himself. Honestly, Dark Shine, really. What a stupid name without any form or imagination. It’s like he was supposed to be the edgy version of his host in most kids’ cartoons. Shadow Shine would’ve sounded so much better. However, the poll settled for Night Blaze. Sour Sweet snarled at Royal Pin before glancing at Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare. They smiled. Indigo Zap and Lemon wanted in too. Sour Sweet yanked the tail of his coat. He yelped at the sudden restriction when Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare ‘accidentally’ bumped into him, knocking the blue-skinned male in the back. Wait, what type of blue is he? Let me check. Oh, he’s a grayish-azure. Zap and Zest further assisted in pushing him back. Royal Pin opened his mouth to protest when Trenderhoof grabbed his shoulder.

The blonde rapidly shook his head. “Don’t do it, dude,” He cautioned, pointing to the front of the pack. Royal Pin wondered about the warning before glancing in the direction. Sour Sweet issued him a nasty glare as they continued to walk down the hall. Dusk Shine is unaware of this. Sweat formed on Royal’s forehead as her glare held. He gulped. Maybe, staying in the back is the preferable option. More of their schoolmates exited their classes, mingling around their lockers as they mumbled. Some grumbled and frowned at the newly dubbed ‘Shadowbolts’, hoping they would be selected.
On the other hand, few of the members were obvious choices. Dusk Shine, the top student, leading from the front with Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat, flanked his sides as if they were his bodyguards. He doesn’t need the protection. Fleur de Lis rolled her eyes with a scoff, checking her nails while Suri Polomare waved at the crowd. Dean Cadance joined their walk from an adjacent hallway, now wearing flats. Dusk Shine glanced at her new shoes with a faint smirk.

“Not a word, Dusk Shine,” Cadance grumbled to his sheer enjoyment. He chuckled at her annoyed glare. Oh, this is better than saying ‘I told you so’. His teammates gazed in utter confusion at his smile and chuckle. What the hell is with Dusk Shine today? Yeah, they saw him laugh and smile in the lunchroom earlier today. However, that was a mocking cackle at Fleur de Lis, and the smile was on the Dean’s orders. This was genuine. Yet, was it bizarre? He’s talking to his old babysitter. She’s the only person in the entire school that made Dusk Shine laugh or smile. You know, allowing him to be a human. Sour Sweet frowned, gritting her teeth at how easy it was for Cadance. Lemon Zest padded her shoulder in support, offering a slight smile. It did little to raise her spirits but was highly appreciated. Someone’s phone buzzed. The Shadowbolts exchanged glances. It wasn’t any of them. BZZZZZZTTTTTTTT! Again? Cadance and Dusk Shine checked their pockets. They narrowed their eyes at the message. It’s from Shining Armor, frantically sending messages. The top student raised a clenched fist signaling a stop. What’s going on? Cadance cupped her ear, detecting several faint fangirls squealing before pointing to the left.

“Again?” Dusk Shine signed with an annoyed expression.

“Again…” Dean Cadance admitted in exhaustion. He groaned, dragging his palm on his face. “I told him a few more minutes,” Who’s him? His team wondered, only offering shrugs.

“Where is he?” Dusk Shine remarked when Cadance checked the texts. A squad of giggling girls sprinted past them as they went down a flight of stairs. “I know where he is. There’s another route,” He replied, heading right. His babysitter didn’t excuse it as she followed. The rest followed the pair as it could be interesting.

Dusk Shine leaned over a guardrail, observing the bottom floor’s event. A crowd of female Crystal Prep students hoarded around Shining Armor, attempting to give him their numbers. Despite the fact, he’s married with a kid and much older than them.

“Aw shit, here we go again,” Night Blaze muttered to himself. Shining knew what would happen but nooooooooo.

“Is your brother here?” Sunny Flare asked as he nodded in agreement. More of them peaked over the railing.

“Is that Ms. Pearl Wings?” Upper Crust pointed out one of their teachers. They could barely make out her short white hair amidst the rainbow of students. Finally, she has a line after three chapters.

“Isn’t she married or seeing someone right now?” Suri Polomare quired. Cadance shrugged as it was somewhat ambiguous. Shining Armor slowly tried to escape the horde with his hands up.

“I better stop this,” Dusk Shine commented, watching his brother get cornered. He cracked his knuckles preparing for his assignment.

“Do you need help with this, dude?” Lemon Zest offered to him. “That’s a bit of crowd,”

Dusk Shine shook his head while rotating his shoulder. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks. I’ve been doing this for years,” He informed. For years? They glanced at Cadance, who nodded to confirm his statement. “Give me like five minutes,” Dusk Shine calculated the situation. He has to get close to his brother, disperse the crowd and make it back to Cinch’s office.

“Dusk Shine,” Cadance advised her favorite student before he started. “No violence,” She warned in a stern tone. Dusk Shine titled his head back grumbled an annoyed groan.

“I’m not going to do anything,” He defended himself with outstretched arms. Sheesh, no trust. His schoolmates had bewildered looks on their faces as they observed the conversation.

“Dusk Shine, I’ve known you for over ten years,” She narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms. “I’ve seen what you can do. Remember the last time,” Cadance emphasized to the disinterested Dusk Shine. Confused looks and shrugs marked the remaining Shadowbolts. He’s done this before?

“I apologized,” Dusk Shine clarified, but it did nothing to ease her glare. “In my humble defense, those girls were a bunch of creeps,” He placed his mulberry hand on his chest before an idea popped into his brain. “Look, here’s my bag,” Dusk Shine took it off and passed it to Cadance. “Happy,” He assumed, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you,” Dean Cadance smiled with closed eyes at his cooperation. She opened them before her heart sank at the tiny purple capsule between his fingers. “Dusk Shine, no,” She ordered.

“Dusk Shine, yes,” Dusk Shine repeated with a blank expression before slamming it into the ground. Cadance coughed at the thick violet smoke cloud. She fluttered her hand to clear the air. Eventually, the cloud cleared, revealing a confused Shining Armor. How did he get here? One moment, a crowd of women surrounded him, but not anymore. Shining Armor stared at his wife.

“Dusk Shine?” The older brother of the top student predicted.

“Dusk Shine,” Cadance confirmed. Of course, it was. Shining Armor shook his head while the couple held hands.
“What’s going on?!” One of them exclaimed while the rest murmured in agreement. “Where did Dusk Shine go?” Sour Sweet acknowledged the missing nerd. How did he instantly swap places with his brother?

“He’s downstairs,” Indigo Zap pointed to their target, speaking to the crowd.

“Hope you ladies know that if for whatever reason my brother considers your offer, you forget one simple detail,” Dusk Shine lectured the crowd, lifting his finger when his eyes flashed menacing cobalt with a cruel smirk. “You’ll be my sister-in-law and have a three-year-old child to deal with,” He mentioned to the sweating crowd. “Also, you have to explain yourself to your significant others why you’re going for a married man,” Dusk Shine tauntingly wiggled his phone with the send button on display. “I caught you girls in 4K,”

“You won’t dare,” A voice in the crowd threatened. Dusk Shine blankly stared at them before pressing send. A chorus of ringing and buzzing erupted for their pockets. Many ran off to take the calls attempting to justify their actions. Now that leaves the seniors. They’re almost out of here. Lucky. This group requires a bit more persuasion.

“I believe I have something that’ll interest you ladies,” Dusk Shine haggled them as the overhead lights shined on his glasses, blocking his eyes from view. The groups scoffed while giving him dismissive smirks. What can he possibly offer them? Their phones vibrated at the notification. Dusk Shine’s phone is sending you something. They accepted the request and gasped. “Yep, a massive sale is occurring right now at several stores where you can get a complete outfit plus accessories if you bought some of the listed items from these selected stores,” He explained to them before checking his watch. It had dresses, shoes, earrings, skirts and more. “And you have a few hours left until closing, and those items are going fast,” That’s all they needed to start running as the bus should be on its way. Mama needs a new pair of heels.

“There you go, nerd!” Night Blaze cackled at his host. Law 33: Discover a man’s thumbscrew. Everyone has a weakness that can be exploited. It’s one of the many things Cinch taught him over the years. A valuable lesson. Dusk Shine desired to spit that vile consideration that Principal Cinch helped him. He couldn’t deny the fact. That lesson did help him. Dusk growled as she made him stronger. What was his weakness? People took advantage of his generosity and kindness, leaving him with heartbreak, tears, and torment while they reap the benefits. Not anymore. His wonderful classmates are nothing more than a path or resource to meet his goals.

“Fucking Tartarus,” Dusk Shine fumed in a low voice before slamming another capsule on the ground. Dusk Shine reappeared in a puff of violet smoke startling his classmates. “See no violence,” He recounted Cadance’s earlier statement. “That’ll be twenty bucks,” Dusk Shine stuck his hand out for payment. “You know the rules,” He remarked as he pushed up his glasses.

“Fine,” Shining Armor rolled his eyes, handing his younger brother a crisp twenty-dollar bill.

“Thank you,” Dusk Shine replied in a rightfully smug tone, placing it in his wallet. “All right, let’s head out,” He grabbed his backpack.

“Um, quick question, what was that?” Indigo Zap shouted the group’s mind. They have so many questions. They learned more about Dusk Shine over the last few hours despite knowing him for like three years. “You’ve done this before?” The family gazed at each other

“Yep,” The husband and wife confirmed. “Hey, Shiny, what number is this?” Dusk Shine wrote in a notebook, recalling the previous events.

“This is number sixty-five,” He reported showing him the dates throughout the years.

“That many?” Shining Armor questioned the amount. He read the detailed notes. “Well damn,” The captain placed his hands on his waist.

“You’re welcome, Boy scout,” Dusk Shine grumbled. They have been doing it for years now. His brother being married helped stop it, albeit not by a lot. “And it’s because you don’t listen and don’t tell them to piss off,” He growled. Come on, bro, you are married.

“Fair enough,” Shining Armor shrugged after a few seconds. Dusk Shine turned up his nose like a true Canterite. Again, I still don’t know if that’s the proper term, but this is my story to do whatever I want. Within reason, of course. Also, if you guys vote for it.

“And what’s with the ‘no violence’ thing?” Neon Lights air quoted Cadance’s previous order. “Were you really going to fight a bunch of girls?” They stared at the straight-faced Dusk Shine. Like, would he really do it? Then again, they don’t really know him at all.

“Him?!” Royal Pin mocked with a scoff pointing his thumb at Dusk Shine. They rolled their eyes at him. He always had a vendetta against the mulberry scholar ever since Dusk Shine became the top student.
Shining Armor cleared his throat. “As the person who knows Dusk Shine the best,” He started by wrapping his arm around his younger brother. “He totally would,” The police captain confirmed.

“I second that notion,” Cadance nodded in agreement. It’s rare, but it happened.

“Wait what,” Royal Pin interjected at the comments before glaring at him once more. “No, he won’t it,”

“Yes, I would,”

“Well, you’re lying,” Royal Pin countered in an accusing voice. They groaned at his hostility.

“Why would I lie?” Dusk Shine arched his brow, replying in a steady tone. “Equestria has been an egalitarian society for centuries especially after the brutal winter storms that united the tribes,” He recalled the history lessons. “Besides a few biology differences, a female can do what a male can do, granted if they both have the skills and qualities. Everything else is individuality,” Dusk Shine pushed up his glasses before continuing. “Henceforth, I consider Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat to be worthy rivals. Both are incredible in their own way,” Their eyes expanded to saucers at his statement as the pair blushed at his praise. Incredible? “Science and math is my specialty. However, when it comes to English, history, and art. I go to them for assistance. I’m simply smarter by a slim margin but I’m not better than them,” Dusk Shine concluded before looking at the teasing smirks of his brother and babysitter. “Shut up,” He pointed a judgmental finger at them.

“We don’t know what you’re about,” Shining Armor teased while Dusk Shine blankly glared at them.

“Bro, I was born at night, not last night,” Dusk Shine argued with his smiling sibling before narrowing his amethyst eyes at beaming Cadance. “Don’t even think about it, Cadance,” He accused his sister-in-law.

“What? I’m not doing anything,” She maintained her grin while holding a small pink book and pen in her hand. He knew what that book was. It’s where she puts all of her calculations for romantic compatibility. Dusk Shine exhaled deeply while pinching the bridge of his nose. He doesn’t get paid enough for this. Wait, he doesn’t get paid at all! They continued to watch the exchange in shocked wonder as they didn’t know what to make of it. This is how Dusk Shine acts around his family? It’s strange seeing Dusk Shine act well like a person. His voice has no passion or drive if Dusk Shine even speaks to them. All of their interactions with him were professional business transactions. Now that they think about it. Did they even treat him like a human?

“Okay, enough of Royal Pin’s hate boner,” Indigo Zap joked as she diverted the conversation. “So, nerd, do you have a set of devices to save your bro or do you just beat them off with a stick?” She grinned as Royal Pin crossed his arms with a snarl. The brothers gave each other a quick look.

“Both. Both are good.” The brothers admitted with a nod. “Didn’t you hit that group of girls with a smoke bomb?” Shining Armor asked.

“Ah, good times,” Dusk Shine sighed with a smile. They remember that afternoon when a group of Crystal Prep girls attempted to enter their house despite dating Cadance at the time. Dusk Shine politely asked them to leave, but they won’t listen to little know-it-all. He tossed a container at them, which one of them caught. The young Dusk Shine closed the door as they inspected the device. Unaware that it was motion-sensitive. They yelped when it exploded in a burst of thick rainbow smoke ruining their hair, clothes, and make-up. “I made sure that it stinks and stains with a bit of hydrophobia. They reeked of curry and grease for a week,” Suri Pololmare placed a hand on her chest with a horrified expression. Curry, grease, and you can’t remove it with water?! “However, a solid punch in the jaw can be just as effective,” Hey, what the fuck did he just say?

“Dusk Shine…” Cadance signed.

“You know how to throw a punch?” Lemon Zest asked. Man, they’re learning more about Dusk Shine in the last few hours than they didn’t know for the last couple of years.

“Yeah, how did you think I became less clumsy over the years?” Dusk Shine shrugged, placing his hand at his sides.

“What did your mommy teach you or something,” Royal Pin mocked. The women shot nasty glares at him. Trenderhoof, Jet Set, and Neon Lights stepped back. Hey, we’re not a part of this.

“Yes. Yes, she did,” Dusk Shine replied, narrowing his eyes at the haughty male. Royal Pin’s eyes widened at the intense glare, wanting to step back. The pressure weighed on his shoulders. What the Tartarus is? Is he…is he being intimidated by DUSK SHINE OF ALL PEOPLE?! The wimpy loser with no friends while he’s on top of the CPA’s social food chain. Faust, what will his father think about this? No, must remain strong and firm. Imagine how your reputation will be tarnished if you let someone like Dusk Shine can make you buckle and yield. He’ll be a mockery. “That’s because my mother actually likes spending time with me while yours needs two bottles of champagne just to tolerant even looking at you,” Dusk Shine sneered with a corrosive distaste for him. Their jaws dropped, with some covering their mouths at the low blow.

“Dusk Shine, relax, my dude,” Trenderhoof fretted. Dusk Shine merely rolled his eyes. Royal Pin’s nose flared with his teeth straining under pressure. HOW DARE HE?! Magma rushed through with his veins as he clenched his fist. Dusk Shine said he could throw a punch. Let’s see if he can take one. Royal Pin attempted to step forward when Sour Sweet blocked his path with Lemon Zest at her side. Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat, and Indigo Zap, who cracked her knuckles, shot him dirty looks. They dared the hoity-pionty punk to touch him. Shining Armor and Cadance glared at him too.

“Well shit, you got your own mini-boss squad,” Night Blaze commented into Dusk Shine’s ear. “Not like you need it. I know you can take that little bitch on. All you know is the proper … incentive,” He persuaded. Royal Pin glanced at his friends, demanding for them to help him. They shook their heads. What are they going to do against the six of the top ten students while Dean and the Police force captain are right there in front of them?

“Fuck,” Royal Pin muttered to himself as he swallowed his frustration. That’s what they thought as they refocused on Dusk Shine.

“What styles do you use?” Indigo Zap asked. Probably something simple like boxing or karate.

“Muay Thai and Jiu-Jitsu with a bit of Taekwondo,” Dusk Shine answered. He knows other styles, but they don’t need to know that.

“Dude, seriously?” Indigo Zap asked as he answered with a nod. Those styles are pretty good. How long has he been practicing? She got an idea and grinned. “Let’s test your reflexes,” She grunted with a thrown punch. Dusk Shine grabbed her wrist, stopping her attack. “Pretty good,” Indigo Zap smirked, only to frown as she struggled to escape his grasp. They watched Dusk Shine tighten his hold, forcing her hand to open all with a blank expression.

“My turn,” Dusk Shine replied with a bloodthirsty smile and wild cobalt eyes. Her eyes widened with a racing heart that the approaching fist. Zap stepped back only for Dusk Shine to pull her back, closing the distance. She shut her eyes while they gasped at the impending strike. Two light taps on her right cheek. “Two for flinching,” He said plainly while releasing her wrist.

“Bro, don’t scare me like that,” Indigo Zap chuckled in relief.

“I can’t harm you because we need you for the Friendship Game,” Dusk Shine explained. “Plus, you’re a cool girl,” He continued. She held a surprised squeak with a scarlet face. The guys gave him their seal of approval except for Royal Pin, who crossed his arms. “However, I was raised to never make promises that I don’t intend to keep,” Dusk Shine remarked cryptically. They blinked in confusion. He rammed his fist into Indigo Zap’s toned stomach, twisting as he went deeper. Not in that way. Her gamboge eyes widened with alarm at the impact. It forced the air out of her lungs. She groaned with one eye open, holding her stomach, shaking with each step back.

“Damn, you got me while my guard was down. A bit of a cheap shot,” Indigo Zap replied, grumbling at the last part.

“I meant what I said,” Dusk Shine countered, causing her eyes to expand. That was true. “But you still let your guard down. Are you okay?” He asked in concern as his eyes softened at her condition.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just give me a sec, and I’ll head up with you guys,” Indigo Zap responded before shooting Sour Sweet and Lemon Zest a glance. The group left the trio behind while Shining Armor chatted with him.

“Come on, Shiny, you should’ve held back a bit,” The older brother scolded.

“I did,” Dusk Shine confirmed when they were out of view strolling back through the corridor.

Indigo Zap collapsed to her knees with a pained groan. Sour Sweet and Lemon Zest rushed to her aid. “Holy fucking shit, that hurt,” She croaked. What the fuck was that? It wasn’t supposed to hurt this much. Either Dusk Shine is much stronger than he looked, or she overestimated herself.

“Yo, Zap, are you okay?” Lemon Zest fretted as they helped her up. Sour Sweet glared at her for that comment.

“Geez, I don’t know. A punch in the gut that lifted her off of her feet sounds pretty good,” The mood-swapping archer deadpanned in a sugar tone. “Did all of those songs ruin your brain too?”

“Geez, just asking,” Lemon Zest argued. They resumed their journey once Zap caught her breath. Indigo Zap gingerly rubbed her stomach. “Remember to never get Dusk Shine mad if that was holding back,”

“Didn’t you know about this?” Indigo Zap asked Sour Sweet, who flinched at the question. She shook her head. “Really? You have the most history with him besides maybe Moondancer. Did something happen between you two?” The athlete probed when Lemon Zest punched her shoulder. “Hey!” She snarled at the action. Is everything going to use her as a punching bag tonight?

“We just…” Sour Sweet started before hesitating for a moment with a frown. “We grew apart, that’s all,” She gave them her rehearsed answer. There’s more to the story, but they’ll leave it at that. They have a game to win.

They arrived in her office with stoic expressions. Cadance and Shining Armor stood at the back near the door. Usually, Cinch detests tardiness, given Shining Armor’s effect on the female student body. She’ll allow the detour for today. Her fuchsia eyes scanned the group in front of her desk. The A-team consists of Dusk Shine, Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat, Sour Sweet, Indigo Zap, and Lemon Zest. These are the forerunners that’ll lead Crystal Prep Academy to another triumphant victory. The B-team consists of Suri Polomare, Upper Crust, Jet Set, Trenderhoof, Neon Lights, and Royal Pin. These were … how would she put this? Suri Polomare and Upper Crust were required for the competition’s baking portion, therefore specialists. The others were competent, or benchwarmers as some people would label them. They weren’t necessary in the grand scheme of things. Royal Pin’s placement on the team was a simple favor. He should still fulfill his role.

Cinch arose from her lavish chair with her arms clasped behind her back. “Congratulations to you all,” She praised her students. “You all have been selected to represent Crystal Prep’s best and brightest in the upcoming Friendship Games,” Sunny Flare and Dusk Shine glanced at each other. What does she have a script for this or something?

“Thank you for the glorious honor, Principal Cinch,” Royal Pin praised much to the chagrin of his schoolmates. They rolled their eyes at this pathetic sycophantic behavior from someone who claims to be an elite.

“Mhm, yes,” Cinch muttered with a blank expression utterly disinterested in his praise. She loves and hates bootlickers. They’re useful tools allowing someone to achieve their goals. Oh, how yes-men sacrifice everything; their name, wealth, status, family, self-respect, even their life. All for the approval of someone that won’t give them a second glance.

Furthermore, Cinch finds them boring. No drive, passion, or desire for higher aspirations. She can never comprehend why a person would be content with being a glorified servant. Not even a part of the inner circle. Just another face in the crowd. That’s precisely why Cinch adores Dusk Shine. He wants her as an authority figure or master to a student. She had a few slips-up during her time as principal with students like Dusk Shine. However, he took her lessons like a fish to water ever since she found him sobbing alone in the library a few years ago. This behavior was unbecoming from the top student of Crystal Prep Academy. Cinch offered him her hand, and he took it. She won’t call him perfect, but it’s a significant improvement. His amethyst eyes were calculated, fierce, and pragmatic. A few more years, then he’ll be ripe for the taking. “However, I can’t take all of the credit,” Cinch grinned as she placed a hand on Dusk Shine’s shoulder.
“Dusk Shine helped convince me in finalizing the team,” They stared at the blank-faced male. He helped make the team?

“HIM?!” Royal Pin complained with a foul grimace pointing an accusatory finger at the top student. Dude, what is your problem?

“Is that a problem, Royal Pin?” Principal Cinch asked the frustrated young man.

“Obviously!” Royal Pin exclaimed. It’s bad enough to be on the same team as Dust Mite, but he chose the final team for the Friendship Games.

“Well then if,” Principal Cinch started to step towards when Dusk Shine used his hand to block her path. She raised her brow at this action. A simple look in his eyes was all that she needed from him. Cinch grinned, taking a step back, enabling Dusk Shine to handle this. He strolled towards the frowning Royal Pin with a hand in his pants pocket. The two stood before each other while Royal Pin glared at Dusk Shine’s bored eyes. The top student snatched the Shadowbolt from Royal Pin’s collar before he could blink.

“What the…?” The bluenette muttered, padding the empty spot with an alarm expression. How is he so fast?

Dusk Shine turned his back at him with a clenched fist. “If that’s such a problem. There’s the door,” He pointed to the exit behind them. “We don’t need weaklings controlled by their petty emotions or imagined grudges on our team,” Dusk Shine demanded with a cold and ruthless voice. Cadance and Shining Armor gazed upon in worry. This isn’t like him. “I do hope that you can explain to your father why you forfeit your position of participating in the Friendship Games,” Dusk Shine continued as the color drained from Royal Pin’s face as his pupils rumbled in his aghast eyes. His father participated in the Friendship Games and won along with their grandfather. It’s a rite of passage for them. To reject this offer, they’ll cast him out. A pariah in his own family. What did the ancient noble families call them? Blank Flanks? “You guys can go with him if you want,” He coldly dismissed the other half of the team before pointing at Suri Polomare and Uppercrust. “Not you two. You stay,” He ordered. Suri’s heart pumped with pride. She gets to stay. The other males exchanged anxious glances and stepped forward, leaving Royal Pin behind. They can’t let this opportunity slip through their fingers.

“Huh, your own allies have abandoned you,” Night Blaze mocked the speechless Royal Pin. Oh, that disheartened and frustrated look is fantastic. Sucks, doesn’t it? To be rejected by your peers, leaving you as an outcast.

“Principal Cinch, shall we check the reserve list for his replacement?” Dusk Shine suggested. There’s a reserve list? Pride and excitement marched Cinch’s succulent lips upwards. He’s maturing. Sunny Flare frowned at the look, unable to recall when or if she looked at her in such a way.

“Certainly,” She prolonged her smirk. “Who do you have in mind?” The principal requested as he played around with the Shadowbolt pin.

“I was thinking of either Coco Pummel or Moondancer,” Dusk Shine announced after a brief pause. “Both are established well-rounders. A high degree of competence along with being much easier to work with, in my opinion,” He explained, causing Cinch to rub her chin. She can’t find a fault in his assessment. Both girls can make the academic portion of the competition a breeze, especially Coco Pummel in the baking event. Same with Moondancer with her infatuation towards Dusk Shine. She’ll be eager to be by his side again.

“Hm, that sounds a bit better,” Cinch revealed as she played his game. “I’ll message them as soon as possible,” She went to her desk with a nod. Royal Pin’s amber eyes rumbled and bounced as they continued to talk. He’s still here in the room! Why are they ignoring him like some pauper?!

Dusk Shine glanced at him in annoyed confusion. “Why are you still here?” He muttered with a shoo gesture like he was a typical hound. “You made your choice, and so did we. So you can sit on the sidelines and pout while we climb to the top,” Dusk Shine boasted. Royal Pin’s elitist paused at the image.

He’s sitting or standing in the crowd applauding the Shadowbolts instead of being with them on the stage. His father’s disapproving eyes pierced the back of his head. Fast forward to graduation and after Crystal Prep. Dusk Shine took a paid internship at his father’s company making leaps and bounds in achievements.

Soon, a permanent position with raises and promotions. The experience left Dusk Shine mature and informed, where he formed his own company later on. Leaving Royal Pin overlooked and irrelevant in the background. It gets worse. The top student’s prestige grows each year with programs, awards, and scholarships dedicated in his name. He, on the other hand, is just there. Royal Pin may take glee in that his wife is more beautiful than Dusk Shine’s, but it’s all for naught. Dusk’s spouse is so much better in every other way. His mind shuffled between Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat, and other Crystal Prep girls. It can also be someone totally random. Pride won’t allow him to sit still and do nothing. He took a gamble while making a business deal. It failed, jeopardizing the business. However, when it rains, it pours. The deal didn’t simply endanger the company. It cannibalized it, forcing them to liquidate tremendous assets just to keep them afloat for the next year or two if they’re lucky given their recent scandal. Then Dusk Shine appeared, offering them a merger and a loan, making him the boss. Royal Pin swallowed what little pride he had left and accepted. The business was booming, yet Royal Pin had a mountain of debt to repay Dusk Shine. Now, his friends and family view him as a disgrace, but the worst is yet to come. He came home after another rough day at work after being demoted to upper-middle manager position when his ears picked up moans coming from his bedroom.

Royal Pin burst through the mahogany door, shocked, speechless at his discovery. Dusk Shine plowed his wife senseless, making primal and guttural moans that he had never heard before. The sworn enemy finished with a deep grunt, leaving Royal Pin’s wife shaking and shuddering in mind-breaking ecstasy with empty eyes and a face-splitting grin. Her round ass remained in the air like a bitch in heat. Royal Pin glanced down as Dusk Shine exited his wife with his seed flowing like a fountain. No condom?! And Dusk Shine is bigger than him too?! Dusk Shine acknowledged with a dull ‘Hey’ while wiping the sweat off with one of his favorite shirts. He calmly explained to his bewildered classmate that it was simply business. His father and wife planned this exchange, particularly his soon-to-be ex-wife. Dusk Shine redressed himself and strolled towards before turning his head, saying, ‘See you next week.’ His wife mumbled an agreement.

Royal Pin shook his head, snapping himself back to reality.“Wait, wait, wait,” He pleaded, gathering their attention. The haughty male relaxed his jaw before answering. “I’ll do it. I don’t have any problems with it,” Royal Pin surrendered with his hand open like a beggar. Cinch tilted her head for Dusk Shine to return the pin to him. He nodded, placing the Shadowbolt pin back in the blue hand. Royal Pain clutched his hand against his chest as if the pin held his entire life.

Cinch went back to her desk, almost spinning out of control in her chair. They tightened their lips to contain their laughter as she swirled and whooped for a few rotations kicking her slender legs attempting to stop. She dug her heels at an angle into the carpet to stop the spinning. The principal fixed her glasses and straightened her collar. She cleared her throat to regain composure. “Any more questions?” Cinch asked as if nothing ever happened. A pink hand was raised. “Yes, Lemon Zest?” She acknowledged before taking a sip of her alumni water bottle.

“When did his balls drop?” The rocker asked with the volume on low to hear the conversation gesturing her thumb to Dusk Shine.

“In his cousin’s mouth for fifty bucks,” He shot off without hesitation. Cinch spat out a geyser with dumbfounded eyes from that unexpected comment. His team snickered too. And here they thought he was all prim and proper without a dirty thought in his calculated mind. “They don’t call her mega-mouth because she’s a gossip,” Tartarus, even Cinch, Cadance, and Shining Armor got in on it too. It’s funny because it’s true.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Cinch wiped her mouth with a handkerchief before reverting to her typical stoic demeanor. “Dusk Shine, are you available on this date for a study session?” She questioned, pulling out a calendar as her nails tapped on the assigned date. He analyzed the calendar.

“I can’t,” Dusk Shine answered. “I already have plans for that day,” They arched their brows. He has plans?

“Can you reschedule it?” Cinch considered. He shook his head.

“I already set it up weeks ago,” Dusk Shine continued before a gentle blush appeared. “Besides, I’m meeting someone,” He shyly replied to their shock. “It’ll be disrespectful to her if I canceled at the last minute,” Cadance and Shining Armor screamed in excitement before embracing him while the rest remained silent. Wait, it’s a her?

“WHAT?!” Someone yelled after a few seconds. When the fuck did he have plans? “Do they go here?” Trenderhoof probed. This has to be good. Dusk Shine shook his head, still his family’s embrace.

“Well, who is it then?” Sour Sweet demanded while Dusk Shine gave an annoyed glance.

“None of your beeswax,” Dusk Shine growled, pointing a finger at the group. “Besides, why do you guys care about my personal life? You don’t even like me. All you guys want are the due dates and the answer keys,” His eyes grew darker and hollow despite the warm embrace of family. It means nothing to the cold indifference he held within. “Or you simply want more stuff to bully me or make fun of,” Dusk Shine accused, remembering his early days at Crystal Prep. They didn’t say anything as the guilty should. Although some of them didn’t participate, they did nothing to help him. Sour Sweet crossed her arms and turned her head with a snobby expression. Guilt and shame bubbled in her stomach as her nails stabbed her biceps. “I only joined to polish my application to the Everton program and given your team. You need some help,” Dusk Shine remarked.

“Is the Everton program that good?” Upper Crust asked.

“Well, duh, especially if I’m applying for it,” Dusk Shine rolled his eyes. “It’s a win-win situation for all of us since I’ll be out of here by the end of the semester, and you’ll get your trophy,” He explained coldly. “Then your meager efforts will finally be adequate or acceptable once again,” Dusk Shine mocked, especially the B-team. Their grades were A’s and Bs before he came around, dropping them to D’s to F’s in some cases. Whatever, he doesn’t care. “I’m doing this for my benefit. Not yours,” He persisted to the sullen group.

“Dusk Shine,” Cadance and Shining Armor whispered before he broke free. There’s no time for this crap.

“So what, you’re not our knight in shining armor?” Suri Polomare asked.

“I can’t be your knight in shining armor,” Dusk Shine stated while Cadance blinked owlishly.

“Why?”

“Because Shining Armor is my brother,” Dusk Shine replied. Cadance leaned on the wall, pushing against her forehead with a heavy groan.

“Faust, give me strength,” She whispered while Dusk Shine and Shining Armor high-fived each other with a blank look. He always made that joke. Cadance wonders how her aunts are doing.

Principal Celestia and Vice-principal Luna were doing wonderfully. Rainbow Dash revitalized the sullen crowd from the countless defeats with a much-needed pep talk and help from the marching band. Canterlot High made massive improvements in the past semester, beating other schools into the dirt. They have a chance now. They can beat Crystal Prep once and for all. The crowd cheered with electricity still in the air. Luna and Celestia, and the Wondercolts were on the stage with microphones in their hands. Celestia tapped on the microphone calming the crowd. “Let’s hear it for Wondercolt every-SMACK!” She announced before facepalm. Same with Luna, Sunset Shimmer, and Trixie in the crowd. Everyone murmured. Why did they do that? The women stared at each other, coming to the same conclusion.

“Dusk Shine,” They responded. Sunset Shimmer’s friends and Trixie’s lackeys, Snips and Snails, sweated at the name. Lyra Heartstring’s brilliant gold eyes widened in recognition at the name.

“You guys know Dusk Shine?” The cyan-haired girl revealed.

“How do you know him?” Bon-Bon or Sweetie Drops asked with a suspicious stare.
“We were friends back in kindergarten until he left for Crystal Prep,” Lyra announced to her ‘best friend’. You girls ain’t fooling anyone. You two are bumping clits.

“He goes to Crystal Prep?” Bon-Bon asked when Lyra nodded. “Is he going to compete in the games,”

“I’ll be surprised if he didn’t,” Lyra answered before pausing at the bombshell. “Dusk Shine’s the top student after all,” That simple sentence removed all of the gathered confidence. Crystal Prep is already a monster to deal with, but now they have a demon in their ranks. They know what he did to Cloudsdale. Also, Griffonstone, Las Pegasus, Fillydelphia, and Manehattan. All were clean sweeps without breaking a sweat.

“You have a picture of him or something?” Bon-Bon asked with flabbergasted eyes. Trixie took out her phone before heading to the projector. Ah, there it is. Their eyes focused on the image presented before them. Dusk Shine the top student of Crystal Prep Academy. His bored amethyst eyes glanced down at them as he sat on a throne made from his defeated foes. They were next.

“Hold up, he looks like that Twilight Sparkle girl,” Someone in the gymnasium pointed out.

“They’re the same,” Luna answered to the confused students.

“Wait, so that cute girl was a dude?!” Snips exclaimed, gripping his head with saucer eyes

“Or is he…you know?” Snails whispered with a hand gesture.

“Is that a problem, Snips, and Snails?” Trixie fumed with Luna, Celestia, and Sunset Shimmer, giving them dirty looks.

“Oh no, of course not,” Snips stammered as the pair huddled together for safety. “Tell him we said congrats on the transition,”

“That’s not our place to say since Dusk Shine has always been a male,” Celestia remarked. “But thank you for the support,” She said with a sunny smile. That being said. Celestia wondered how Dusk Shine was doing at CPA. From what they heard from Cadance. It’s not good. Hopefully, the Friendship Game can give them a chance to talk.

“Dusk Shine, are you going to stop making that joke,” Cadance sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Never besides it’s technically true,” Dusk Shine asked when his phone rang. They stared at him. “Hey, call me back in an hour. I’m with them,” He whispered into his phone, turning away from them. “Yes, we’re still on for this week. Talk to you when I get home,” Dusk Shine ended the call. “Back to our prior conversation, I play a magic-user,” He explained to the fashion designer.

“What are you, a Warlock or Conjuneror or something?” Suri Polomare taunted before being taken back by his fierce glare.

“What the FUCK did you just call me?!” Dusk Shine snapped. Oh no, you shouldn’t have said that. He marched towards her as she stepped back until she met the wall. She flinched and whimpered when he slammed his palm against the solid material locking Suri in place. Her timid grayish-brown eyes locked with his intense amethyst ones. Why does this excite her? To be trapped and helpless against this strapping young man. Was he always taller than her? “Care to repeat what you just said?” He demanded, grabbing her face enabling prolonged eye contact. The rest of the group was dumbstruck by his aggressiveness. What is going on today?! His fingers squished her pale orchid cheeks, forcing her body to shiver and tingle with enough goosebumps to play connect the dots. “Suri Polomare?” Dusk Shine repeated in a heavy breathy tone. The floodgates have opened. Suri Polomare’s face flushed scarlet and required a new pair of panties. Maybe she can give him this pair right now. There’s a spare in her gym bag.

“Dusk Shine, this isn’t paragon,” Shining Armor replied.

“Renegade for life,” Dusk Shine and Night Blaze answered in a dull tone. “Plus, she called me a Warlock, bro,” He released her before marching over. Upper Crust went to vacant-eyed Suri Polomare, whose knees collapsed as she fanned herself. “A Warlock. Do I look like someone who’ll sacrifice their humanity to some eldritch abomination for a crumb of power?” Dusk Shine complained further. “That’s me calling you a Cleric or Fighter with fancier armor,”

“Touche’,” Shining Armor snapped his fingers. “But that’s the benefit of Lawful Good. I won’t care,”

“That’s because you’re a little goody-two-shoes boy scout,” Dusk Shine groaned. Cadance got real nice and close to Shining Armor.

“There’s nothing wrong with a boy scout,” She cooed while holding her husband’s strong hand. “Especially ones that obey their princess,” Cadance teased with a mild blush. Shining Armor laughed nervously while Dusk Shine gagged at the exchange. You two are in public.

“OH, CAN WE NOT?!” He pleaded to the lovey-dovey couple. “At least do it when I’m not around,” Dusk Shine shuddered. He doesn’t want to see this. “If you’re wondering, we’re talking about Oubliettes & Ogres,” He explained, only to receive blank looks and half-hearted shrugs. “Plebeians,” Dusk Shine whispered.

“Seriously? You guys don’t know or have even heard of Oubliettes & Ogres. The most iconic tabletop game,” Sunny Flare, huffed to her ignorant team. ‘Come on, some of the best characters in fiction were created as OnO characters,” More shrugs came her way while Dusk Shine and Shining Armor glanced at each other. This is new. “Ugh, you guys need more hobbies,” She groaned.

“You play OnO?”Dusk Shine asked

“I play, to be exact, but it’s been quite some time,” Cinch revealed. Dusk Shine’s brain had to reboot upon hearing that. She plays OnO?! “I recall playing a Drow Warlock in my early days. Oh, those were fun days,” She recalled in contentment. The brothers stared at each other, dumbfounded by this knowledge. Shining Armor opened his mouth but closed it, joining Dusk Shine in shaking his head. Don’t say anything.

“What’s with the Lawful good business?” Lemon Zest questioned.

“Oh, alignments are the ethical and moral perspective of a character,” Dusk Shine pulled out a chart from somewhere. “Let’s start with the Good. Lawful Good is my brother as he wants to do good within the law. This is the ideal hero. I’m Neutral Good. I tell my brother to do some good. You have to be the bad guy sometimes. This alignment is popular with vigilantes and most superheroes. Chaotic Goods are the rebels and protesters standing up against authoritarian governments who control every aspect of a person’s life. In their mind, why follow the rules if the bad guy makes the rules,” Dusk Shine explained the first row. “You guys following,” They nodded. “Now the Neutrals, starting with Lawful Neutral. They believe that the rules are more important even if they disagree. For example, referees, judges, and political leaders. True Neutrals are the outsiders. They don’t care about the struggles or suffering of others unless it affects them personally,” He continued before pausing for a moment. “Let’s say something happened in Griffithstone. We don’t care what happens to them as it’s their problem. However, we care once it impacts our daily lives,”

“So a disease or disaster,” Sugarcoat calculated.

“Yes, precisely,” Dusk Shine answered before facing the chart again. “Chaotic Neutrals are the free spirits or hedonists in some cases. They do whatever they want to do but don’t actively try to harm others,” The middle row is finished. “Finally, the evils. Lawful Evil is tricky to deal with since they’re often in positions of power and authority using the law and societal expectations to their advantage. These are corrupt politicians, officials, tyrants or anyone in a senior position,”

“Like Mr. Nimble Flash,” Indigo Zap remarked. He was a creepy scumbag who gave ridiculous assignments beyond the student's capabilities then berated them for failing. “Man, he was awful,” The students, along with Shining Armor and Cadance, agreed with that statement.

“He was a pathetic excuse of a man who had to resort to belittling students to feel some level of superiority,” Dusk Shine condemned their former teacher. “Especially that his wife divorced him and needs a high-power microscope and several blue pills to see himself at full mast,” He continued his roast, forcing Cinch to cover her smirk while they snickered.

“Enough about him. We’re on the Neutral Evil. This is evil incarnate,” He sighed.

“Is that a bit drastic?” Jet Set questioned.

“No,” Dusk Shine and Shining Armor remarked. “If I can summarize this alignment in one word. It’s selfish. Everything they do is for their personal gain. They don’t care about anything else,” He revealed when Sunny Flare glanced at Cinch. “Everyone is a tool to them and loves manipulation. Neutral and Lawful Evil often go with each other due to using the law to escape punishment,”

“So what’s the difference then?”Neon Lights shrugged

“Lawful Evil will have values and sometimes even agree with them to a point like abandoning a former ally when they become too much of a liability. Whereas the Neutral Evil will abandon or betray their entire group for an advantage,” Dusk Shine informed. “There’s no line that the Neutral Evil won’t cross to get what they want. They’ll lie, cheat, steal, kill, and betray anyone they come across while looking for legal loopholes to avoid punishment. As long as they’re sitting on an exotic beach with a fruity cocktail in hand and dozens of zeros and commas in their accounts,” He specified the depravity of the alignment. “Finally, the Chaotic Evil. This is rather simple as they do evil things just for fun. They don’t have the sophistication of the Lawful or the logic of the Neutral. All they want to do is burn the world, laughing while holding the match. No concept of love, loyalty, friendship, or trust. An agent of death and destruction. However, that makes them pretty boring,” Dusk Shine concluded with a so-so gesture.

“Thank you for the explanation, Dusk Shine,” Cinch started as she checked her wristwatch. “We’ll continue this another day, but first,” She placed a dark purple envelope with a diamond seal on the desk. “As requested,” Cinch pushed it a bit further. Dusk stepped towards the front of the desk. He paused as he pushed up his glasses, glancing between the envelope and Cinch in suspicion. His hand twitched in anticipation, fearing that she’d snatch it away from him again.
A low, amused chuckle escaped her lips before taking a step back. Take it; it’s yours. Dusk Shine grabbed it before giving Cinch a curt nod as a silent thank you. “Sunny Flare, would you kindly stay behind for a moment, please?” Cinch requested the fearful Sunny Flare. Why did Cinch want to see her? Sunny Flare swallowed her before glancing at Sugarcoat and Sour Sweet exiting the room. Sweat formed on her light turquoisish gray skin when the door closed shut. Breathe, Sunny Flare. Remember your lessons; don’t show fear or intimation.

“Is there something you want to talk to me about, Principal Cinch?” She regained her poise and professionalism.

“Yes, a simple question,” Cinch admitted as she marched towards her daughter. “How could you let this happen?!” She fumed with a snarl. Dusk Shine has arranged plans with a female without her knowledge. His meek demeanor, along with the redness of his cheeks, displayed his interest in the girl. He’s smart enough not to reveal her identity.

“I didn’t know either,” Sunny Flare defended herself. “He already doesn’t like us to begin with. Hell, I learned more about him by watching his interaction with his brother and Cadance in the last few hours compared to the last three years,” She crossed her arms as their eyes exchanged lightning.

“Ugh, he didn’t say that she was his girlfriend so they could just be friends,” Cinch removed her glasses and rubbed her forehead to ease her headache. “You can’t allow him to slip away,”

“Why don’t you do it if he’s so important to you?” Sunny Flare shot off. It’s always Dusk Shine or Dusk Shine that. She wanted to hate him but she couldn't. Nothing she ever did was good enough for Cinch.

“First thing, I’m old enough to his mother so that’s why it’s your job to get into his good graces,” Cinch answered as Sunny Flare rolled her eyes. “If he was at least five to ten years older, I won’t deny his advances,” She revealed with a twisted smile to Sunny’s shock. “However, there’s still a stigma for having such relations with a former student but times have changed making it more acceptable,” Cinch answered with a tinge of glee imagining an adult Dusk Shine. If he’s anything like his father then that’s delightful. “Did you learn anything else from today?”

“He…did say that I was incredible and a worthy rival,” Sunny Flare revealed as she fumbled around thick sleeve cuffs.

“Good, good, good,” Cinch grinned, arching her head upwards. “We still have the advantage,”

“Why do you focus on Dusk Shine so much?” Sunny Flare demanded, There’s others like him probably not as good but still worthy.

“He’s simply of good stock,” Cinch explained. “I missed my chance with Night Light due to Twilight Velvet. She’s a fierce opponent during our days together as students and still is. Velvet has my respect,” She continued before glancing at one of her trophies. A silver one. Twilight Velvet took the gold. “He inherited her determination but this type is more potent. Almost primordial or bestial in nature. It’s … terrifying to say the least.” Cinch confessed. Sunny Flare never saw thatlook in her mother’s eyes before. Concern and fear. “A shame or a blessing that he’s not tapping into that power. His ancestors were able to fight to the last man, especially those born under certain stars. But enough of that.” Cinch pressed on. “I frankly don’t care if you’re his spouse or mistress. In that envelope was a letter of promised compensation just in case his application to Everton was unfortunately denied,” Frozen terror flowed through Sunny Flare’s veins as her jaw dropped at her mother’s words. She won’t…right? “If Dusk Shine so desires, I will allow him to fill…you…up,” Cinch emphasized, piercing her with unfeeling eyes. “As many times as he pleases. I’ll open you up myself if need be,” She turned her back. “I believe your ride is here. I will see you home,” Cinch strolled to her window caressing her locket ignoring her daughter’s plight. Sunny Flare held the pit in her gut that threatened to devour her. Her distressed cerise eyes stabbed her mother as tears began to form. She shut her eyes, forcing the tears back. Sunny Flare turned to the door wanting nothing more than to burn this place to the ground. Another thought poked her brain.

What’s behind those curtains?

Under Pressure

Sunny Flare stomped down the stairs like a guilty criminal heading towards their execution site. Her face was blank with a clenched jaw sharpened enough to grate stone. The noose of Cinch betrayal, her own mother, tightened around her neck. Abacus Cinch. The one person designed to care about her doesn’t give a piping hot shit about her. Sunny Flare wiped her forming tears on her sleeve. How else would she find it so easy to toss her aside in favor of Dusk Shine than to be nothing more than a prize to sweeten the deal?

‘I frankly don’t care if you’re his spouse or mistress. In that envelope was a letter of promised compensation just in case his application to Everton was unfortunately denied.’

‘If Dusk Shine so desires, I will allow him to fill…you…up,’

‘As many times as he pleases. I’ll open you up myself if need be,’

Those cruel words echoed and replayed like a chorus in a hit song. Cinch’s comments offered no negotiation or leeway. She wasn’t telling her what was going to happen. The principal explained what will happen to Sunny Flare in the next twenty years. Sunny sighed deeply at the situation. The only good thing is that it’s Dusk Shine. He won’t do anything to her. Dusk Shine will probably make her into some type of secretary or assistant. Then again, knowing Cinch. The title of the wife is the endgame. Sunny Flare her head. No. Assistant or secretary is the better option. She’ll have less control of them. Cinch’s disappointed eyes behind her stoic glasses continued to judge her. Sunny Flare frowned as she continued to ponder the potential relationship. Perhaps that can grant her Cinch’s approval. A hand smacked her forehead at the asinine suggestion.

“What am I thinking?” Sunny Flare grumbled before biting the inside of her cheek. Nothing is ever good enough for mother dearest. It pushed her to be better so she wouldn’t be complacent. She’s the principal’s daughter, so there’s nothing for her to worry about in terms of grades. Tartarus, Top Student, was in the bag for her. Then Dusk Shine appeared, taking that away from her the very next semester. He still holds that title. The ever engulfing pit of disappointment combined with the stinging venom of envy plagued her and the rest of the CPA students. They’ve never seen anything like him before.

Was Dusk Shine even human? The way he absorbs complex information like a morbidly obese person devouring the local all-you-can-eat buffet. It was frightening, yet an air of poise and humility followed him—no trace of overbearing arrogance or smug superiority. He was a gentleman or, some say, a prince. Sunny Flare fondly remembers those starry eyes and cute smiles of his during their early days. It’s gone now. And it’s their fault. Her cerise eyes bounced around, observing the lingering students such as athletes, club members, and people killing time. Ugh, there goes Fleur de Lis. The self-proclaimed prettiest girl in school. She scoffed at the claim. That’s pretty big talk for someone that developed early and got held back a year. The two walked past each other.

“Bitch,” Fleur de Lis muttered without giving her a second glance. She has nothing to say to Cinch’s little puppet.

“Skank,” Sunny Flare did the same. All she’s waiting for are the multiple divorces or the leaked sex tape. Whatever comes first. Hell, it’ll be so satisfying to see her groveling at Dusk Shine’s feet after draining all of her resources, leaving with nothing but a pretty face, round tits, and a plump ass. A cruel, scheming smirk similar to Cinch’s appeared. It shouldn’t be that hard. Fleur de Lis can replace her as Dusk Shine onahole. She paused and blinked owlishly at her thought process. “Okay, that was fucked up,” Sunny Flare told herself before exhaling. “Like mother like daughter,” She let out a bitter chuckle. Faust, the conversation between her and Cinch.

“What are you thinking?!” Cinch bellowed and fumed as she stomped around before taking a breath. Must remain calm. “I respect that you’re using your resources, but you’re using a desperate woman in her time of need,” She emphasized. “Dusk Shine has a reputation of being harsh yet fair, all while being altruistic. Given their undesirable history together. His reputation will plummet if the mere consideration of that comes into public,” Cinch sighed, shaking her head with a palm on her face. “Okay, we can still hire her as a low-level employee to avoid suspicion,” She considered before gazing upon her with the signature disappointed stare. “You can’t do something as simple as to satisfy his sexual urges. Granted, I was unaware that he had a voracious appetite,” Cinch remarked with a tiny shiver in her giddy voice. She pulled out a small pocket and reapplied her lipstick. However, it wasn’t her usual smudge-proof. No, this was a cheaper brand as it stains, highlighting her succulent ruby lips. She smacked lips, not allowing a single groove to be bare while straightening her azure suit. “Looks like I have to do it myself,” She said mischievously with a shrug, barely keeping her face strict. Although, the only change that Cinch went through since their time in Crystal Prep was a few gray streaks in her hair. Everything was right and tight. “If I remember correctly, he should be in his office at this hour,” Cinch smirked as she checked her wrist. “So you do…,” She paused, rotating her hand towards Sunny Flare. “Whatever that you do while the adults take care of business,” Cinch mocked with a grin.

The color drained from Sunny Flare's face at what happened next. “I think I’m going to be sick,” She held her stomach before heading to the nearby bathroom. No child should see or imagine their mother giving one of their classmates a super sloppy-toppy whirly swirly vacuumed gripped double-handed corkscrew gawk gawk 3000 combo with a clean-up. “Who the fuck am I kidding? She probably will,” Sunny Flare complained as she sighed with her hands on the granite countertop. Her grip tightened with a snarl. “It’s always fucking Dusk Shine,” Sunny Flare raged at her situation. WHAT MAKES HIM SO SPECIAL?! What makes him…better than her? The floodgates cracked with droplets of irksome tears slid down her face ruining her mascara. Dusk Shine has virtually everything that she wants. A loving and supportive family with both parents. Prestige at her school with her mother’s approval. He has to ask; then she’ll give it to him. Well, once he does something for her, like winning a few competitions. That’s like asking a fish to swim. Dusk Shine got his little lab shortly after that. Sunny Flare took pride in having more ‘friends’ than him but not anymore. He has a life outside of school and is meeting them this week. Another fucking failure to beat him. Again. “Why the fuck am I never good enough for you?” She whispered to herself before her heart dropped when the door opened.

“Sunny Flare?” Cadence questioned as she walked. Sunny Flare splashed cold water on her face to mask her sorrow when a pink hand passed a few paper towels to the student. Sunny Flare gave her a silent thank you as she wiped her face. The two stood there, not saying a word as Sunny Flare crossed her arms, avoiding eye contact with the Dean. Cadance laid a comforting Sunny Flare’s shoulder. The principal’s daughter's lips quivered before giving her an unexpected hug. Cadance smiled at the gesture while rubbing the top of Sunny Flare’s mulberry hair as she made subtle shakes. “Are you going to be okay, Sunny Flare?” She consoled as her babysitter manners reemerge to the troubled student after releasing each other.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” She answered softly as she wiped her face clean. Her phone buzzed with a message. Her ride is here. “I have to go, Dean Cadance,”

“Drive safe, Sunny Flare,” Cadance smiled sweetly to her. “Also, you're a good kid,” She declared, shocking the Number Two student.

“Thank you, Dean Cadance,” Sunny Flare replied with a shy smile before exiting the bathroom. Maybe, marrying Dusk Shine won’t be so bad, especially if it means having Cadance as family. Plus, his mother is lovely too. It’ll be nice to have an actual mother for once.

Cadence maintained her smile until the door closed, replacing it with a disapproving frown. Dusk Shine and Sunny Flare. She shook her head. “Cinch, what are you doing to these kids?”

Speaking of the bitch, she’s staring at a portfolio with a phone near her ear. “Yes, Mr. Firelight, you’re daughter’s achievements are quite impressive. Some of the best I’ve seen,” She remarked at the candidate. This Starlight Glimmer can be a rival for Dusk Shine of all people. Especially since her dear daughter Sunny Flare is more … assertive. A good trait to have but a problemsome one at worst. “She’ll be a wonderful addition to Crystal Prep High,” Cinch continued, as it’s always good to have more quality students. “However, due to the gap in her education, Starlight will have to take another semester or two,”

“Is there any way she can graduate on time?” Firelight pleaded on the other side of the phone. Crystal Prep is one of the best schools in Equestria. He can’t afford to lose this chance. It can be his and Starlight moment to shine.

A smirk marked her face. “There’s only so much that I can do but given my reputation. It allows my words to carry considerable weight. I can pull some strings to ensure your daughter’s early graduation,” She explained to his delight. Starlight can graduate early? That’s perfect! “However,” Cinch interrupted him as she put the folder down. “I can’t do this for everyone. You have to … let’s say convince me to enable her early graduation. As some people would say, the law of equivalent change,” She recalled some of the anime that Sunny Flare watches. Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. Yes, that’s the one. Firelight remained speechless for his brain to process the demand. “Unleash, there’s nothing you can offer me. I will see you in the next academic year,” She confirmed as she checked her nails, wondering who’s the girl Dusk Shine is meeting. “I do believe we both know you have something I want or wish to know,” Cinch probed with a callous grin, tasting the sweat and hesitation from the man. “Am I correct?” She leaned forward.

“Yes…” Firelight answered in a docile tone. Is she asking what he thinks she’s asking? Yes. Cinch always had a scheming streak in her blood. She doesn’t care what she must do to get what she wants.

She stood up as she watched Dusk Shine and his brother relax in their car, waiting for Cadance. “So tell me about this thing called ‘Magic,” Cinch asked the historian. He sighed before telling her what he knew.

Dusk Shine entered his room and closed the door behind him. He collapsed on his bed with a groan. “Crap, I’m losing control,” Dusk Shine muttered as he rubbed his face remembering what occurred in Cinch’s office. Night Blaze appeared above him with his trademark feral grin flagging his ebony corvid wings.

“Why fuck the do you care about that Royal Pain in the ass?” He taunted his host while hovering. “He made your hell at school for years to soothe his pitiful ego,” Night Blaze groaned at some of the previous encounters. The teasing, taunts, pranks, or jokes as he and his cronies called them and destroyed his notes and projects. All for fun. It got to the point where Cinch and Cadance got involved and punished them with over a month’s worth of detention. Royal Pin’s father was pissed at them. However, Royal Pin didn’t listen and wanted payback. He stole his notes for a significant incoming test. Dusk Shine predicted this thanks to Cinch's tutelage.

The top student planted fake notes in a spare notebook identical to his main one. Those idiots took pictures of the notes without adequately checking them while he was in the bathroom. The aghast looks on their faces were priceless when they received their tests back. They knew it was terrible because their teacher was sitting on the desk with her head hanging low. Never in her twenty years of being a teacher has she seen so many F’s in a single test. He, Sunny Flare, and Indigo Zap were the only ones that passed that test. Man, they were pissed at the group, blaming them for the idea.“You finally took him down a peg,” Night Blaze congratulated the student getting face to face with him. It’s not weird. They’re literally the same person. In a way. Kind of. “And you didn’t need me to do it,” His grin grew wider, baring his fangs as it threatened to split his face. The alter ego flipped over, copying the position of the original, mocking him. “Soon, there will be no difference between you and me….” Night Blaze placed his hands behind his head. Dusk Shine opened his mouth to argue when the sound of a jiggling collar and scratching at his door. He smiled as he got up.

“Hey, buddy,” Dusk Shine opened the door and picked up his trusty dog Spike. “Sorry that I had to put you in doggy daycare. I had to deal with Cinch today,” He groaned along with Spike. “The feeling is mutual, but we can’t let her see you during school hours,” Dusk Shine cautioned his friends as he walked over to the bed. Spike nuzzled his head into his master’s chest as they laid down. Dusk Shine grinned at the comfortable weight, rubbing Spike’s hair. It granted him after a long day at his gilded crystal prison. Cinch won’t let him leave so easily. He was too valuable to her and her precious reputation, a walking brand for Crystal Prep High. An advertisement would be the better term. Come and join Crystal Prep High. Here we have Dusk Shine, the best student, a formerly quiet and mousey student but his time at Crystal Prep High morphed this extraordinary young man into a strong-willed and confident individual ready to dominate the world. You can too

“Yep, that sounds like her,” Night Blaze remarked. “Best case scenario, you can graduate early,” He considered as he sat in the nearby chair.

“This is Cinch we’re talking about,” Dusk Shine replied as Spike looked up at him in concern. “She’ll probably find some way to keep me there until I officially graduate,” He muttered when Night Blaze groaned in agreement. “Don’t get me started on Cadance talking about the magic of friendship, or magic is friendship. There’s no such thing as friends at Crystal Prep,” Dusk Shine assured in annoyance before lowering his voice with his eyes dimming. He had friends or a friend at Crystal Prep, but they abandoned him for better gains. Friends were a fallacy among the elite. Everyone is either a colleague or business associate. It makes it a simple task to betray them to keep their stocks up or rot and decay whenever they encounter massive trouble to keep their white gloves clean. There’s no honor among thieves, after all. You don’t have to be the fastest, just faster than the slowest one. Even better when you trip or accidentally bump into them. Spike crawled up to him and licked his face. He smiled as he hugged his pet. “I had that dream again,” Dusk Shine confessed as he gazed at his palm. The canine barked his answer. “Yep, that one,” He sighed. It's been the same recurring dream for the last several months. Dusk Shine stood on top of a balcony in royal purple regalia overlooking a mass of untold thousands beyond the horizon as they cheered his name.

“Hail, Prince Dusk Shine,” They chanted in sheer rapture with rows upon rows of flickering banners with his cutie mark. Was it a festival, his coordination, or did he achieve some monumental deed that’ll echo throughout the ages? Even when what remains of him are statues and portraits. Dusk Shine waved to the beaming crowd as his eyes met his family. His mother and father wiped tears of joy at their son. Same with his elder brother or liquid pride as he called it, while ornate golden and violet armor, holding Flurry Heart’s hand. Shining Armor was always the emotional one. Cadance playfully rolled her eyes at her husband’s actions. She used her elegant wings to wipe the tears as numerous tissues in various magical auras floated towards the Captain. He blew in his nose like a trombone into the fabric.

Two comforting hands planted themselves on his shoulders as the figures towered over him, but he only smiled. The sisters, Princess Celestia and Luna. Both had tiny grins that exploded with admiration for the mulberry male. Celestia gestured a small group behind her. A pair stepped forward; Sunset Shimmer in her vibrant crimson dress with an asymmetrical shirt highlighting her slender legs. He basked in her warmth as it ignited his hidden passion. Trixie wore a simple yet graceful sapphire dress that stopped in the middle of her thighs. Both were beautiful as always. Their horns illuminated in pale grayish blue, amaranth, and raspberry aura while his wings spread out.

That’s where the dream ends but not last week. The group interested him due to their unknown identities. Their faces were blurry; however, he had to see them before. It’s one of the core rules of dreams. All of the faces you’ve seen in dreams are faces you’ve seen before. If only it was that simple. Sometimes the members swap at random intervals. Great. Except for one, a woman with heliotrope skin and purple hair with light aquamarine streaks. He knew that it wasn’t Aria Blaze. The woman didn’t have the cocky and aggressive body language of the Dazzling. Plus, Adagio Dazzle and Sonata Dusk would’ve been there too. So who was she?

“You know this kinda started when you touched that statue at Canterlot High,” Night Blaze pointed out from the chair. They blinked owlishly at the statement. “You don’t think that statue was a conduit for that, right?” He questioned before Dusk Shine rushed to his computer and logged in.

“Come on, where is it?” He muttered as he opened up a series of files and documents in rapid succession. “Ah, there it is,” The mouse icon found and clicked on the saved video. It displayed an elderly man with a magnificent beard wearing a pristine lab coat. Dusk Shine pressed play.

“Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Dr. Star Swirl,” He introduced himself before raising his wrinkled hand. “Yes, I know about the character. I own the rights to it,” Starswirl pointed to himself. “Hey, it helps with funding,” He shrugged before clearing his throat, remembering his task. “Back to today’s topic. We’re talking about the esoteric phenomenon that plagued researchers for centuries, perhaps even longer than that. They called it ‘magic’,” The esteemed researcher started before pausing. “I completely understand the confusion at why is a scientist talking about magic of all things. The first thing is that we have evidence of it over the years,” The video showed various depictions and illustrations ranging from cave paintings, medieval manuscripts, and some photos in the last century. “We don’t call it magic anymore. Instead, we called it EM or Aether. This Aether is a strange form of energy that randomly appears in our world. It impacts everything, such as living things and items, but those are rare,” Another video shows a horde of ravenous plants devouring an entire cow in a single chomp. “Weather patterns,” Several freak simultaneous storms destroying settlements. “Like anything, we tried to see if we can use it for the betterment of the world,” Starswirl remarked with an enthusiastic expression before frowning. He remained silent with a haunted look on his seemingly gaunt face. “However, we were too ambitious, too arrogant, and it cost lives,” The scientist whispered when a slideshow started.

A much younger Star Swirl without his beard and teams of researchers from Equestria and beyond. More pictures depict their success and failure before stopping a machine. The gateway, as they called it. Many speculated on the origins of Aether. An alternate dimension was the most common and preferred one because it easily interacted with the laws of their world as it belonged here. The science community beamed at the possibility, pouring immense resources into the project. However, something went wrong. There were several reasons. The main was that the Aether was far more powerful than what their meager minds could imagine, and their machines couldn’t handle it. Also, people cut corners with safety protocols and backroom deals. “What happened can only be described as a disaster,” He sighed, dragging his hand through his grey hair. Another video showed eager researchers and observers waiting for the experiment to start.

“Activating the gateway now,” It slowly whirred and hummed as they activated the machine. A rainbow of energy charged and flowed as arcs of electricity crackled and roared. The observers chattered in worry about what was occurring. “Stabilizing…Stabilizing…Stabilizing,” An automated voice repeated, easing their fears before expanding their eyes in wonder at the opening portal. It was a bird’ eyes view of a quaint and homely settlement. A quick analysis of the architecture and geological landmarks enabled the scholars to know the town’s location. Ponyville. This alternate world has a Ponyville too? They cheered at their success as they shook hands and embraced each other with bottles of champagne. There’s a whole new world for them to discover which wasn’t too different from their own. Brand new cultures, ideas, and concepts ready for them to explore.

Oh, the poor fools. Too caught up in their blinding euphoria to hear the rapid beeping of the warnings button. Ignorant. Thinking they can control and use this supernatural force is as simple as these petty machines or the wind pushing their sails. Warning sirens flared, evaporating their triumph, coating them in blood-red lights. “Danger, Danger, Danger,” The portal summoned monstrous gales, knocking their glasses and bottles on the ground, shattering them. They screamed as the shards stormed around them before a wisp of smoke brushed their noses. The gateway sparked rampantly as it shook in with a low rumble while the portal’s maw widened, unleashing more waves of aether. A bright rainbow flash obscured the screen with sudden screams followed by collapsing metal and stone. Static. The video cut back to current Dr. Star Swirl.

“This was our first and potential last major attempt in using Aether,” He explained to the screen. “Our machines were insufficient in handling the amount of Aether stored. Despite how little we found,” Star Swirl sighed as he shook his head. “If only that was the end of the story,” Newspaper clips littered the screen. Dusk Shine caught a few headlines. Gateway sabotage. Corruption in the science field. “Some of my fellow researchers were ‘convinced’ to loosen some of the safety restrictions,” The bearded man air quoted, holding the bile in his voice. “A few investors wanted to see if the accident can give them superpowers,” Dusk Shine and Night Blaze facepalmed at the reasoning. Seriously?! They wanted to get superpowers?! “Believe I know how you feel. 86 dead and injured, including some of the investors plus upwards to 2.8 billion dollars in terms of damages and lawsuits,” Star Swirl grumbled at the loss of his friends and teams. Some of the best and brightest minds are lost due to the greed of others. “Well, we did find something. Aether can infect humans with various effects depending on the person. Little to no effects, alternations to their bodies, and even developing supernatural powers but severe effects on their bodies and mental state,” He acknowledged as it opens new possibilities. “In fact, some of the autopsy reports showed that some had a type of latent Aether in their systems,” Dusk Shine blinked at the information. Latent aether? “Then these characters from myths and legends weren’t exaggerations. They were true. Although this unsettled the world. Research on Aether has been prohibited or at least heavily restricted due to its instability, danger, and the ambition of madmen,” Star Swirl revealed before pausing for a moment. “The good thing that Aether is rare, but it appears randomly. If the historical records are true, then it’s always been around. We don’t know much about the items either. Hopefully, it’s lost to time or somewhere safe. I hope to Faust it is,” He muttered as Dusk Shine nodded in agreement. “The best advice I can give for Aether is to avoid it and prepare for anything. Who knows when it’ll appear again,” Star Swirl cautioned to the viewer. “This is Dr. Star Swirl, and have a good day,” The video ended with a replay icon on the screen. Dusk Shine gazed at his palm as he processed his situation. Latent aether. The fact he didn’t start seeing Night Blaze until after he touched Canterlot High’s horse statue. The top student had magic in his system. Can he remove it some way?

“Nope,” Night Blazed taunted in his ear. “I’m not simply a part of you,” He wrapped an arm around the scholar like they were buddies. “I’m your dark desires and hidden passions and thoughts. The parts that you don’t reveal,” The demon or fallen angel held his hand. “No matter what you do. I’ll always be a part of you right down your very cells. And you’ll be a part of me as well,” He replied in his host’s voice before vanishing, leaving Dusk Shine alone in his room with Spike, who whimpered. Dusk Shine picked him up and petted his head.

“I’m going to be okay, Spike,” He comforted his friend despite not believing his own words.

The Shadowbolts B-team relaxed and chatted in one of the Canterlot mall’s food courts. Their table was littered with smoothies, and trays filled with pizza, burgers, and pretzels. “Number 54,” One of the workers yelled.

“Hey, Trenderhoof, that’s us,” Neon Lights checked the receipt.

“I’ll get it,” The blonde stood up and went to their counter. He waited in line when his violet eyes caught one of his classmates. It’s Dusk Shine scrolling through his phone. Damn, did he get stood up or something? Shit, that sucks. Nobody deserves that since Dusk Shine spent time planning. Trenderhoof opened his mouth to call him when Dusk Shine glanced to his side and smiled. His dumbstruck eyes when to dinner plates at who Dusk Shine grinned at. A gorgeous girl with smooth blue skin and silky frost hair in a blue starry hoodie and jeans strutted towards him. The pair chatted for a brief moment before walking together. “Hey, can I get a to-go bag, please?” He requested the cashier. “Thank you,” Trenderhoof replied before darting off to his friends. “Guys, guys, guys, guys,” He rattled off while holding a green plastic bag.

“Dude, what happened,” Neon Lights questioned to the panting Trenderhoof.

“Dusk Shine. Girl. Let’s check it out,” Trenderhoof answered, pointing the general direction.

“He did say he was meeting a girl. So why do we care?” Royal Pin shrugged while checking his iPhone. “She’s probably a weirdo like him,”

“That may be true, but she is cute,” Trenderhoof emphasized his claim. They shared a look.

“I got to see this,” Neon Light stood up as the rest followed his action before piling their trash on the trays.

“Guys, people get paid to do this for us,” Royal Pin retorted as they carried their refuse to the nearby waste bin.

“They don’t get paid extra for the amount of the trash they clean,” Trenderhoof retorted as they followed him. The Shadowbolts searched for Dusk Shine and his female companion when Suri Polomare pointed to the second floor recognized that striped hair. He’s talking to someone. They went up the escalator, tracking the pair to a game shop filled with cards, video games, and other paraphernalia.

“Holy shit,” They whispered, observing Dusk Shine interact with this mystery girl at a display case through a window from the other side of the store.

“See, I told you she was cute,” Trenderhoof assessed his early statement. “I know she doesn’t go to our school,” He confirmed. Royal Pin narrowed his eyes to focus on the female. He widened them in recognition as he gritted his teeth.

“That son of a bitch,” Royal Pin fumed, slamming his fist against the window rumbling it. It gathered the attention of the store. The Shadowbolts ducked from the numerous gazes.

“Royal Pin, what the Tartarus is wrong with you?” Jet Set whispered in an annoyed tone.

“Do you know the girl?” Upper Crust continued the questions.

“Yeah, that girl is my cousin, Trixie Lulamoon,” Royal Pin seethed as they sat on the floor. His cousin. They took a quick glance at the girl. Now they can see her face. She’s talking with Dusk Shine holding packs of her trading cards in her hands. Same skin tone and hair. Neon Lights and Trenderhoof covered their mouths to muffle their chuckles, recalling Dusk Shine's joke in Cinch’s office. “Oh shut up,”

“They’re leaving,” Upper Crust muttered to the group. Dusk Shine and Trixie carried their charcoal bags as they exited the store. They followed the duo to more stores such as a bookstore, clothing, and magic shop. The two stopped at a lounge before sitting down near some red bean bags. They watched him rattle off about something as he held one of his books, expecting her to be annoyed, but no. She had a content smile as he continued. Dusk Shine stopped and regained his composure, mumbling an apology as he pushed up his glasses. Trixie grinned as she shook her head as there was nothing to apologize for. Dusk Shine played with his hair, momentarily forgetting he cut it with a meek blush. “I think we should leave them alone,” Upper Crust suggested to their confusion. “He looks…happy,” She smiled. They never saw Dusk Shine, Mr. Stick-up-his-butt, so calm or happy before. They exchanged looks. Maybe she’s right; this Trixie girl is special to him.

“What are you guys doing?” Sunny Flare interrupted the group with Sour Sweet and Sugarcoat.

“Are you guys spying on Dusk Shine?” Sour Sweet questioned the sweating group.

“Looks like he’s having fun,” Sugarcoat considered as she adjusted her glasses. He’s smiling. Sour Sweet rolled her eyes.

“I’m getting to the bottom of this,” Royal Pin marched forward to the two.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Trenderhoof fretted before following him along with the rest of the Shadowbolts in an attempt to stop him.

“Bad set again?” Dusk Shine asked, holding a pack of Yugioh cards. Trixie groaned at her misfortune again. “Maybe I should try?” He picked a random one from the bag.

“I swear if you get a Dark magician,” Trixie growled as he tore open a pack. He widened his eyes, covering his mouth. She narrowed her eyes at him. “You got one did you?”

“Well, Dark Magician of Chaos,” Dusk Shine revealed the ritual card to her. She let a closed mouth scream with expanded eyes pointing at him. He grabbed another pack, tearing one open. “Come on, I can’t get it twice in a row. Oh, Dark Magician and Dark Magician Girl,” Dusk Shine answered.

“I hate you,” Trixie whispered at the trio in his mulberry hands. He offered them to her. “No, it won’t be the same,” She refused his gesture.

“Bellatrix Lulamoon,” Royal Pin called out to the magician. “What are you doing here with him, of all people?” He demanded as she stood up with a glare of her own, placing her hands on her hips. Dusk Shine raised his brow at the two. What’s going on here? He groaned upon seeing the rest of the Shadowbolts.

“It’s none of your damn business, thank you very much,” Trixie spat out. “If you can’t see, I’m still busy,” She shooed him away, turning her back towards him.

“Now you listen here, you two-bit charlatan,” Royal Pin raged, attempting to snatch her back when a crushing force met his wrist. Dusk Shine glared at him with eyes colder than liquid nitrogen in his purple hoodie with a pink star in the middle. Royal Pin futility tried to pull away from his grasp. He grunted as Dusk Shine held him in place as his muscles and bones screamed for release.

“I recommend that you choose your next actions carefully,” Dusk Shine threatened his teammate in a low tone chilling him to the bone. His team shook their heads. You don’t harm a girl in front of her friends or a significant other.

“Dusk Shine, let him go. He’s not worth the headache,” Trixie advised her friend. He did just that. Royal Pin massaged his stinging red wrist. “Care to introduce me to your friends?” She acknowledged the group.

“They aren’t my friends. They’re my classmates.” Dusk Shine corrected the statement. “A huge difference,” They frowned at his answer. Why did the information pierce their hearts? Did those three years mean nothing to him? Well, you guys did treat him like an outcast for those three years. He feels nothing towards you guys.

“Oh, my mistake,” Trixie taunted the group putting extra attention to the fist-clenching Sour Sweet. He rolled his eyes at her.

“This is my friend Bellatrix Lulamoon,” Dusk Shine introduced. “She’s also my rival,”

“BUT I’M YOUR RIVAL!” Sunny Flare cried out, placing her hand against her sweater covered chest. They stared at her in confusion as she covered her face from her outburst.

“Yeah, at school,” Dusk Shine declares, arching his brow. Damn, that’s a touchy subject for her. “Think of us as different fantasy genres. I’m sci-fi while Trixie’s classic fantasy,” He explained as she crossed her arms and pouted. “Trixie?” Dusk Shine called out while she groaned. “Are you serious Trixie?”

“I’m not merely Bellatrix Lulamoon,” She started. “I’m the Great and Powerful Trixie,” The performer waved her finger in the air rolling the R in her name. They stared at the couple, trying to process their dynamic.

“You can’t call yourself Great and Powerful when you call me to kill spiders,” Dusk Shine retorted, knocking her off her high horse. Oh, Dusk Shine’s the stoic and serious one, while Trixie is upbeat and flamboyant. Trixie blushed as they snickered the jab before smirking what she had in store.

“Shut up before I get the handcuffs again,” She teased while caressing his face with a half-lid expression.

“Ayo, what the fuck?” Someone in the Shadowbolts muttered as their faces turned into tomatoes. Handcuffs? Wait, does Dusk Shine fuck?! He lost his V-card before them?

“You stay away from me with that,” Dusk Shine warned the beaming Trixie. “It’s for a magic trick,” He explained, gesturing his hands to his team. They exhaled. Oh, it was for a magic trick. “That was super awkward when my mom walked into my room. Telling us about safewords and crap,” Dusk Shine shivered at the conservation.

“You still broke out of it,” Trixie replied, enjoying the stunned reactions of his team.

“Because you forget the key,” Dusk Shine retorted, pointing at his friend.

“This was in his room?” Sour Sweet and Royal Pin reported with trembling voices. “Why?”

“Friends come over to each other’s houses. His mother knows me,” Trixie shrugged as she grinned widened into a cheshire’s as it played with its food. “Plus, his queen-sized bed is really comfy, and he has a mini-fridge,” She drove the knife deeper into the wound. “But from what he told me. It’s not surprising that you didn’t know that,” Trixie accused as she checked her nails. Her performing eyes scanned their frowns and blank expressions, providing her the answer. “Looks like I was right. You guys spent your lives cruising on wealth, believing that it’ll carry you forever like Challenger playing with Gold,” She marched towards with a confident palm on her hips. “Then this adorkable genius appeared, invalidating everything you held dear. He has what you have, and he’s so much better. You can do what he can do but not as good,” Trixie mocked before adopting an expression of mock horror, placing her hands on her face. “But oh the horror, the mere possibility of actually putting effort in your cushiony lives that doesn’t require writing a check or paying someone else to do all the work while you take all the credit,” That line stung Suri Polomare. “Oh, woe the prestigious elite, how art thou overcome this tragedy?” She antagonized the group with her hand on her forehead as if she were about to faint. The performer imitates the haughty voice of an aristocrat. Her dark violet glimmered in amusement. Royal Pin’s veins flared, threatening to burst like a hose while others remained like stone or rubbed the back of their heads. They can’t counter anything she said. “I guess picking up a book is too mighty of a task,” Trixie smirked with pearly white teeth visible. Oh, how she loved working a crowd. A young woman wearing a beanie with purple and aquamarine striped hair observed the confrontation.

“Trixie,” Dusk Shine warned. She turned her nose at them and went to his side.

“What a girl can’t have a little fun?” Trixie prolonged her smile as she pinched her fingers.

“Are you two … you know?” Suri Polomare questioned with a lewd gesture with her moisturized hands. They titled her heads at her invasive question.

“No,” Dusk Shine answered before glancing at Trixie as a scarlet flashed across his face. “If we do, then we should be in a safe and comfortable environment. Be in our proper state of mind so we can both clearly give consent. Take all the necessary precautions, and that I romanced you a bit,” He stammered like a glitching audio log as she blushed as well. “Trixie, if we're going to do this then I want to do this right,” He declared to the giggling magician.

“You romance me?” Trixie wheezed out, holding her aching stomach. “Dusk Shine, I’m leading,” She announced in a breathy tone in his sensitive ears. He stood stiff with his back straightened like a flagpole. “Come on, let’s go,” Trixie grabbed her bags and did he.

“Where are you two going?” Sour Sweet demanded

“None of your beeswax,” Trixie shot off, getting annoyed by Sour Sweet’s aggression. “You’re not his friend, so why do you care what he does in his spare time?” She defended the mulberry friend.

“We need him for the Friendship Games. He doesn’t need any distractions,” Sour Sweet snarled, getting into her face. Dusk Shine stepped forward when her blue hand stopped him. She got this.

“Maybe I should help him relieve some stress then?” Trixie countered with a cruel smirk. “Or will you do it?” Sour Sweet studdered with a raging blush, unable to answer. “And there it is. He’s simply your ticket to victory, not like you care about anything else. You’ve been with him for three years and still don’t know a damn thing about him,”

“Yes, we do,” Trenderhoof remarked.

“Okay, before the haircut, did you think Dusk Shine was a boy or girl?” Trixie quizzed the group as the piercings shined in the overhead lights.

“Female to Male transitioning?” Neon Lights answered. They facepalmed at the reply.

“Really?” Sour Sweet, Sugarcoat, and Sunny Flare groaned. Dusk Shine shrugged. He does look effeminate with his long hair.

“Okay, when is my birthday?” Dusk Shine gave them another chance to answer. “The month or the zodiac sign,” They mumbled their answers.

“He’s an earth sign,” Sour Sweet answered, which limits it to three. “And you’re born during the fall semester,” He nodded, given their history together.

“So he’s a Virgo or a Capricorn,” Suri Polomare calculated. They can’t figure out which one, though.

“You guys can argue on what he is,” Trixie took his arm into hers. “Let’s head home,” He offered no protest as they walked off. She gave a mocking grin as she stuck her tongue. Sour Sweet growled with a snarl plunging daggers into Trixie’s back. She exhaled. There’s nothing she can do right now.

“Let’s go, Shadowbolts,” Sour Sweet ordered the team before dispersing the various directions.

Author's Note

Alright we got some lore on magic aka Aether. I went through several rewrites for the lore of this world. First, I started with no magic but then I realized something. How the hell was I going to do some of these plots like Everfree? So I made Aether canon but in a different way

Plus we got Starlight Glimmer showing up soon. Don't worry, I'll have other villains like the Dazzlings, Cozy Glow and Shadow Tempest

Zesty Flavor

It’s just another day at Sire’s Hollow. Starlight Glimmer got ready for the day as she zipped up her skirt. She straightened her hair, fidgeting with her amethyst pendant, sniffing the savory aroma sneaking into her room. Time for breakfast.

“Good morning, Starlight,” Her mother greeted from the stove with a spatula in hand.

“Good morning, mother.” Starlight Glimmer sat at the table, smiling as her mother passed her stack of pancakes. She glanced at the empty chair. “Where’s father?” Starlight asked, shaking a bottle of syrup.

Her mother groaned, rolling her eyes as she gestured to the window. “He’s arguing with Stellar Flare. Again.” She continued to focus on her domestic task with a scoff. Firelight was always a conservative man adhering to the tradition and culture of Equestria and Sire’s Hollow. She respected it. He wanted to preserve what made their home unique. Now…it’s becoming an obsession thanks to the Preservation Society. The wife grumbled at her husband’s stubborn efforts, getting half of the town on his side. However, Stellar Flare isn’t innocent either. That damn gate saying ‘Welcome to Sire’s Hollow’ will make her rip out her hair. Flare led the Development Committee, believing they should advance along with the rest of the world. Hardly any significant advancements occurred in the Sire’s Hollow being a living time capsule. Her numerous plans transformed her side of town into a budget Los Pegasus. Some returning residents believed they had the wrong address until they glanced at Firelight’s section. Same old stores with the same old designs. Nothing has changed for Firelight.

“It’s their daily routine,” Starlight Glimmer remarked, cutting her pancakes into triangles.

“I know, sweetie,” Her mother sighed, adding some applewood smoked bacon to the plate. She glanced at the delicate curve of Starlight’s lips. “So, did something happen yesterday?” The matron inquired about her daughter’s jolly mood, sitting and holding a steaming cup of coffee.

“My acceptance letter to Crystal Prep was approved yesterday,” Starlight Glimmer informed. Her mother’s eyes grew to ecstatic proportions from the news.

“Sweetie, that’s wonderful!” She exclaimed, giving her daughter a warm hug. “Wait, when will you start?” The matron asked, smiling at the glorious news. Her child is going to Crystal Prep.

“Sometime after the Friendship games. Principal Cinch has to settle the paperwork,” Starlight replied, holding her rapture of meeting him face to face. Dusk Shine held her hand as their child held the other. An immense crowd cheering and praising them with a forest of banners flapping in the gentle breeze. She watched from the palace balcony as they kneeled before their masters, ushering in a golden era. A burning sensation appeared on the center of her forehead, diverting her attention. No Starlight, calm down. Everything will be ready soon.

“That’s still a way to go,” Her mother acknowledged the distance between Sire’s Hollow and Canterlot. “You have to take a train and bus just to arrive on time,” She worried about what will occur in a few weeks. Canterlot is one of the safest places in Equestria, but it’s her child.

“Mother, I’m a big girl,” Starlight eased her mother’s concern with a disarming smile. “You said yourself that you don’t want me to spend my whole life here,” She remembered her mother’s words. The elder woman laughed at the words. She did say that. There’s so much more to this world than their quaint Sire’s Hollow. “Some of my friends are transferring to Canterlot High. We can make a little group if that’s okay,” Starlight Glimmer divulged, prolonging her sneaky grin. She scoffed, mentioning some of her … friends at school. They’re only there for appearances. Nothing more.

“I’ll talk to some of their parents about that,” Her mother smiled. She’s lucky to have such a responsible daughter.

“Or we get one of those group dorms, so we live together, or you or dad can go to Canterlot with me,” Starlight Glimmer contemplated the options.

The matron playfully shook her head. “We’ll deal with that later. You better head to school,” She advised, pointing to the grandfather clock. Starlight nodded, grabbing her school bag.

“I’ll see you later, mom,” Starlight Glimmer smiled, her house key underneath her shirt. “Love you,”

“Love you too, Starlight Glimmer,” She replied, putting the dishes away. Starlight’s charming grin showed cruelty as her mother frowned, pondering what she said before closing the door. A life in Canterlot. Just what she always dreamt about. Starlight Glimmer strolled past her father and Stellar Flare while they furiously debated the town's status. Preserving the past and cultural heritage. Break the chains of our ancestors to discover new horizons. Starlight giggled, continuing her journey to school. It doesn’t matter as everything will change.

“Was it right for you to lie to your mother like that?” An inner voice berated her deception. The light purple young woman snarled, hearing the voice again.

“QUIET!” Starlight barked with gritted teeth and prodding veins, silencing the mental voice. She rhythmically breathed, calming her ire. What would Dusk Shine think if he saw her like this? “That part of you is weak and pathetic. She doesn’t matter anymore,” She whispered as her low tone grated stone. Her hand grabbed her necklace, increasing her pace. “He does,” Starlight Glimmer determined with an unhinged smile as she approached the school where her friends were waiting for her. The mask of the studious and proper Starlight Glimmer returned. “Hey guys,” A queen needs a royal guard after all.

Dusk Shine mysteriously shuddered before parking his motorcycle. “The fuck was that all about?” Night Blaze mentioned the sudden sensation. His host rubbed the back of his neck, attempting to comprehend what happened. That was … bizarre. It’s as if someone was calling him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. The voice called him by name. Again. A similar thing happened to him the other night. Why did her voice sound familiar?

“I’ll worry about that later,” Dusk Shine answered, putting his helmet in a container before pacing to his destination. He rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for it to open. A youthful middle-aged woman with pale lime green hair answered the door.

“Morning, Dusk Shine,” She grinned at Twilight’s youngest child.

“Good morning, Miss Sweet Tart,” He greeted in his typical respectful tone. “I’m here to pick up, Lemon Zest,” Dusk Shine revealed why he was there.

“Sure thing, come inside,” Sweet Tart gestured for the studious male to enter her home. It’s a comfortable abode with music paraphernalia and a few awards. She observed his short hair and piercings. “Oh, you got a haircut,” She mentioned. That’s new for him. He nodded while glancing at one of the photos and picked it up.

“Was this you and my mom?” Dusk Shine asked. He scanned it for a few seconds, estimating it was over twenty-five years ago. Man, neither his mother nor Sweet Tart aged a day. The two women had their arms wrapped around the other’s neck in a celebratory manner holding a gold trophy along with the rest of their team.

Sweet Tart smiled at the old picture. “Yep, that was during a motocross event. Sucks that I didn’t get to join her in the Friendship Games. That would’ve been awesome,” She sighed at the missed opportunity. Miss one test, and your grades drop faster than a down-bad dude’s standards during the last call on a weekend night. “Now you two can do what we can’t, and maybe something more can happen between you two,” Sweet Tart suggested with a wink.

“Ma’am, I already have Cadance trying to get this ship to sail,” Dusk Shine dully told the older woman. What would the ship's name be called? Dusk Zest or Lemon Shine. Shit, coming up with ship names is tedious. “Our relationship is professional. I’m doing this out of the goodness of my heart,” He explained the situation.

“Right,” Sweet Tart dragged on with a smug smirk. If he’s anything like his father, this altruistic gesture was a front to get closer. Night Light used to be a shy academic. Although, Twilight Velvet was the more assertive one. She approached him. Huh, same with Shining Armor and Cadance. It must be hereditary. “Lemon Zest, get your ass down! It’s time for breakfast!” She ordered like a brutal drill sergeant.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” Lemon Zest yawned, scratching her stomach with closed eyes. She just woke up. Her triple-toned green hair is a frizzy mess with a trickle of spittle on the corner of her mouth. Her brilliant amber eyes opened, glancing at a blurry image of something nerdy and purple. Purple and nerdy? “Oh, morning Dusk Shine,” She greeted with an exhausted wave and dropped eyelids.

“Morning, Lemon Zest,” The top student replied as she ambled to the dining room. Lemon Zest grabbed a strawberry crepe and bit into it, wondering why Dusk Shine was here. She took another bite, devouring it whole. Her hand reached for another, pausing when his handsome face flashed in her mind. Lemon Zest's eyes rounded with her eyebrows touching her hairline. Why was he here?! Oh…oh shit. SHE FORGOT! Another glanced at the clock, digging a hole in her gut. “AW FUCK ME!” She complained before sprinting out to get dressed.

“At least wait until I’m out of the house,” Sweet Tart joked, sending their faces ablaze. Dusk Shine respectfully peeked at Lemon Zest’s sleep attire. She’s in a black rock band t-shirt from a few years ago, booty shorts, and red socks. The teenagers exchanged a glance before diverting their attention to somewhere else. Man, that’s a nice ceiling fan. Night Blaze snickered at their interaction. Finally, his host ogled at his teammate without him influencing it. Those intrigued looks, scanning Lemon Zest’s pale grayish amaranth flesh. Honestly, the rocker is one of the better options for more intimate relationships. Dusk Shine needs more variety for his horny thoughts. Night Blaze is exhausted by the same people.

“MOM!” Lemon Zest wailed before heading to her room as Sweet Tart chortled, wiping the jolly tears from her eyes. Dusk Shine waited for Zest, scrolling through his phone. “Sorry, I’m late,” She grunted, hopping on her leg, attempting to slip on one of her shoes.

“We got a few more minutes,” Dusk Shine informed his teammate. She straightened her uniform and hair, digging her heel into the shoe, securely locking it in. Dusk Shine’s here, so slightly more effort in her appearance is required. “You got everything?” He asked, ensuring that everything was in order. Lemon zest checked her essentials. Phone, wallet, and charged wireless headphones. Wait, her textbooks! She unzipped her standard-issue Crystal Prep school bag. The rocker exhaled in relief as nothing was missing.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Lemon Zest smiled, putting her bag on her shoulders. He nodded, getting up from his seat. “I’ll see you later, mom,” She waved to her mother as they strolled to the door. Sweet Tart grinned back as the door shut behind the teenagers. “Oh, we’re taking your motorcycle,” Lemon Zest questioned, approaching the vehicle.

“Well, you asked,” Dusk Shine recalled, handing her a helmet from a storage container. Both secured their helmets while they mounted the bike. “Are you ready to go?” He asked while Lemon Zest snaked her arms around his midsection. Damn, he has some muscle to him.

“Yep,” She replied right before he revved the engine.

Sweet Tart waved with a smile as the pair took off with a roar. She dialed a number. “Hey, I’m putting twenty gold bits in the pool,” The mother offered to the other person on the line.

Lemon Zest relaxed into his back from the smooth ride. She chuckled at how professional Dusk Shine was. He was just under the speed limit, using his signals as they traveled on one of the main roads. Her lightly damp skin shuddered against the chill air, awakening her nipples. She shivered before internally panicking. Fuck, she forgot her bra during her wild re-dressing. Wait, he’s wearing his sweater. Her breasts aren’t that big anyway. Maybe Dusk Shine doesn’t feel them. Yes, he feels them. Night Blaze cackled at Dusk Shine, attempting to focus on driving. They arrived at Crystal Prep a few minutes later. Several students murmured at their joint appearance.

“Wonder if they’re dating,” One of the students asked as the two disembarked from the vehicle.

“Doubt it, but Dusk Shine has been surprising us lately,” Another replied, passing the soccer ball to their teammate. Dusk Shine and Lemon Zest ignored the rumors as they entered the building, where more students socialized in their groups. The morning roll call won’t start for another half hour or so.

Lemon Zest rocked her head, beaming at the music booming from her headphones. She glanced at Dusk Shine, listening to his music as well. “What music are you listening to?” The rocker asked, lowering the volume to better hear his response. Probably some techno or classical.

“Some rock music,” Dusk Shine answered. Her eyes expanded from the response. When did he listen to rock music?! “Did you listen to the Midnight Frenzy album?” He asked. She grabbed his arm, stopping him in the hall.

“That’s out?!” Lemon Zest exclaimed while he nodded to confirm. How did he get it before her? “Come on, dude, don’t leave a girl hanging,” She pleaded with puppy dog eyes. He rolled his eyes, opening his Spotify. She scanned the code with an exciting curve of her lips. Yes, another album to add to her ever-growing queue. “Who do you listen to?” Lemon Zest wondered what his auditory preference was.

“Sapphire Shores holds a place in my heart,” Dusk Shine started the conversation. The two received odd stares from their passing schoolmates while talking near a row of lockers. Lemon Zest and Dusk Shine? What the Tartarus is going on? They were talking about music?! Oh, now things are getting weird. Holy shit, was that a smile from Dusk Shine? Welp, that’s a sign of the apocalypse. She discovered that Dusk Shine was a generalist. Good music is good music. Lemon Zest liked that. No elitism around these parts. Obviously, she fancied the upbeat songs that got her heart rushing.

“Do you want to trade playlists?” Lemon Zest offered up her phone. You can tell a lot about a person by their playlist. She held back a frown recalling Trixie’s words. ‘You don’t know a damn thing about him,’ Well, that will change. Dusk Shine shrugged, seeing nothing wrong with it. The pair exchanged one of their playlists. “Thanks, dude,” She smiled when right Cadance peeked from a corner behind Dusk Shine, writing something down. “Um…” Lemon raised a finger, wondering what’s the deal with the dean

“Ignore it,” Dusk Shine advised, knowing not to entertain his former babysitter. “I’ll see you later, Lemon Zest,” He headed to his classroom, ignoring the beaming Cadance. Lemon Zest smiled, adding more songs to her phone, holding back a hoot. She swapped to Dusk Shine’s playlist, turning up the volume to prepare.

“Never heard of some of these songs,” Lemon Zest mentioned, scrolling the list while heading to her class. Whatever. She pressed the random icon. Her ears tingle from the bass. “Oh, okay, Dusk Shine,” She complimented with a smirk while a swarm of goosebumps and a wall of erect hairs arose. Damn, these songs are fucking awesome. Her head banged with the thunderous beat and penetrating lyrics. Some of the songs were remixes. Lemon Zest practiced her guitar skills and dance moves, hoping in her seat. None of her classmates acknowledged it. It’s just Lemon Zest being Lemon Zest. Her wide grin morphed into severe daggers as the songs continued. She covered her mouth from the savagery of Dusk Shine music. Holy fucking shit, these songs are fire. No, not fire. That’s too basic. This is a fucking inferno. Lemon Zest’s amber eyes blazed with frantic interest. Where did he find these songs? When were they released? Why wasn’t she informed of this? Shit, will her headphones handle the brutality of the guitar riffs and destructive lyrics? I don’t know, Lemon Zest. Those smoke trails are mildly concerning.

The bell rang, ending the double period. Dusk Shine scrolled to his locker and accessed it. His amethyst eyes scanned his schedule and calendar, checking off the to-do list. “What should I make for dinner?” He asked himself, tapping a marker on his chin. Indigo Zap sprinted down the hall, desperately searching Dusk Shine before she found him.

“Come on, where are you?” The hyper-competitive athlete grumbled. Her eyes were rife with panic, hearing the final buzzer blared in her brain. She discovered Dusk Shine rummaging through his locker. Oh, thank you, Faust, she isn’t too late. “Dusk Shine,” Indigo Zap called out to him.

“Oh hello, Indigo Zap,” Dusk Shine replied to his teammate, wondering why her eyes were bouncing around. Is she searching for someone?

“Dude, you have to run,” She cautioned, still surveying the halls as her body tensed up, ready for action.

Dusk Shine bridged his bow from the comment. “Why?” He questioned, jumping when his locker suddenly slammed behind him. An unnerving wave of fear washed over like a cold shower. Dusk Shine gulped at the pink beast behind him.

“That’s why,” Indigo Zap pointed out, narrowing her eyes at Lemon Zest and fastening his steel case.

“This should be fun,” Night Blaze smirked, savoring Dusk Shine’s tension. Several people gave a passing glance at this encounter.

“Um, hey, Lemon Zest,” Dusk Shine stammered to the disturbingly silent Lemon Zest. She performed her best Sugarcoat impression. The top student faced a monstrous pink obelisk covered with a veil of lime. He glanced skywards at his objective. Survive. WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY MEAN BY SURVIVE?!

“...More,” Lemon Zest said under her breath. Indigo Zap tightened and stabilized her lower body, widening her stance, ready for what the pink rocker planned to do.

“Pardon?” Dusk Shine questioned.

“I said more!” Lemon Zest roared, pouncing on Dusk Shine right when Indigo Zap intercepted the tackle. He jumped back from the unexpected action, observing Zap restrict Lemon Zest. A chorus of gasps spread throughout the hall.

“Dude, I’ll hold her off,” Indigo Zap grunted, holding the bestial Lemon Zest against the ground. “Just run!” She ordered, dragging the rocker towards her by the collar. Dusk Shine escaped, not needing to be told twice. “Son of a bitch, she bit me!,” Indigo Zap yelped from the sharp incursions stabbing her hand, releasing the hold. Lemon Zest used the momentary distraction, pushing the athlete off, enabling her to rush for the mulberry nerd.

Cadance chatted with Discord before swiftly pausing, bringing her palm to her ear. Someone was yelling, and it was getting louder with each second. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIIIIIIIT!” Dusk Shine screeched, blurring past them with Lemon Zest following behind as a pink and green streak.

Cadance caught his tossed school bag. “What did you do?” She accused her brother-in-law, holding the bag at her slender waist. Indigo Zap rushed past her, too, with gritted teeth.

“I’m innocent, okay!” Dusk Shine defended himself, turning his head against the mildly justified statement. That brief moment nearly caused him to crash into a schoolmate. He bumped into them, wildly stabilizing himself in a spin losing his glasses. The top student didn’t stop his path with his blurry vision while a persistent huntress stretched her claws to devour her elusive prey. Dusk Shine’s heart quaked when his shoes slammed against the tile floor. His lungs screamed and burned amidst his foggy mind.

“Dusk Shine, relax,” Night Blaze demanded, crossing his arms. “You can’t focus when you’re like this,” The alter-ego advised his host. He knows him better than anyone else. “Remember Cadance's breathing techniques,” He recalled one of his babysitter’s crucial pieces of advice. Fear is the mind-killer. The little-death that brings total obliteration. You can’t see amidst the fog of fear, quivering against everything you can’t see. It clouds your mind, destroying your vision like a sandcastle crumbling against gentle waves. Fear is the ultimate destroyer of dreams. Dusk Shine remembered quotes from various books he read over the years. He closed his eyes with a steady breath in and out. Everything slowed. Dusk Shine slithered through the labyrinth of students, whereas Lemon Zest bulldozed through. His brain ran through dozens of calculations, storing them before his vision blurred once the distance closed. He narrowed his eyes at the approaching guard railing. Dusk Shine accelerated towards the target.

“Dusk Shine, watch out!”Someone warned their top student. Holy shit, he can’t see. Where is he going? The student's jaw dropped at him, leaping over the metal barrier without fear. More students at the bottom alarmingly murmured at his shadow overhead. Dusk Shine landed, pushing his body forward to roll over his shoulder, dismissing the debilitating energy through his form for a secure landing. The roll enabled him to resume his escape from his madwoman. Lemon Zest slid down the staircase, screaming as well while amber eyes blazed in dark determination.

“You get back here!” Indigo Zap shouted with wounded pride, but Lemon Zest ignored her. More students followed to stop this madness. Several background characters shrugged at what did Dusk Shine for Lemon Zest to chase him throughout the school.

“Tell her that!” Dusk Shine retorted before crashing into Fleur De Lis's pillowy bosom. Unfortunately, he had to admit that he had thought about this before in the back of his mind.

“Watch it, you freaking weirdo,” Fleur De Lis fumed with a harsh glare before softening her expression. “Where are your glasses?” She worriedly asked when a battle cry caught her ears. “Lemon Zest?” The popular girl asked the feral girl, ignoring his hands touching her breasts.

“Sorry about this,” Dusk Shine rolled them over, dodging Lemon Zest's tackle. He arose, taking a stance before she charged again. They observed the pair dance without touching each other. Dusk Shine, the advocate of personal space, evaded her wild swipes and grabs, estimating the length of her arms to be just out of her reach as sweat formed on his face. She switched up her flow, exploiting his hazy view with a feint, stepping back before crouching. Dusk Shine narrowed his eyes, wondering what her plan was. Lemon Zest pounced him to the floor right when he grabbed her wrists to hold her back as she landed on his midsection. He struggled against the power of a determined woman, gnashing his teeth as he hampered Lemon’s insane efforts. Luckily, Dusk Shine couldn’t see her eyes. That’ll probably terrify him. Although, he wasn’t scared, only confused about how his body reacted to the situation. Yep, that’s a boner. That is new about good ole Dusk Shine. Where are the reinforcements?

“Get off of him!” Sour Sweet growled, pushing the amarth and lime maniac from their star student. What the fuck is wrong with her today?! It’s not even lunchtime yet! Indigo Zap reclaimed her pride by restricting Lemon Zest in a full nelson while Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare acted as a secondary defense.

“Ahem,” Cinch’s stern voice regained order and discipline in the hallway. They flinched as her dominating heels echoed with her arms clasped behind her back. She sternly scrutinized her students behind her glasses. Sunny Flare’s back straightened. Cinch’s manicured hand gestured for the other students to leave. Cinch inhaled. “Would you kindly explain what’s going on?” She asked, pondering on the ruckus. Sour Sweet helped Dusk Shine to his feet. Her choleric sneer was replaced with a soft frown as she checked for damages. Wait, where are his glasses?! He can’t see without them. Lemon Zest trembled at Sour Sweet’s death glare, promising to use her as the archery team’s next target. Dusk Shine squeezed the hand he was holding, relaxing in its familiarity. Was it Cadance? No, the palm was too coarse. His blurry vision focused on a single aquamarine streak. Sour Sweet. He grimaced, taking his hand as if she was a hot stove. Her chest tightened, holding back her grief from the adverse reaction. Sour Sweet still has a long way to go.

“Thank you,” Dusk Shine replied, recalling his home training. She rolled her eyes, crossing her toned arms, maintaining her dark glare on Lemon Zest. “Principal Cinch, I was minding my own business,” He clarified any wrongdoings on his part, squinting his eyes.

“I’m over here,” Cinch informed as he spoke to her shadow. He squinted his eyes, tilted his head, and poked the sturdy concrete material of the hallway. That’s a wall.

“A little more to the right,” Night Blaze instructed. Dusk Shined rotated to his right, taking a step back. Damn this farsightedness. Her stern form slightly cleared up, relaxing his eyes. Moondancer, Discord, and Cadance appeared, holding his glasses. A fuzzy pink figure approached him, yet his body calmed in its presence. Dusk Shine’s nose sampled the air. “Cadance?” He asked, extending his hand. She took it.

“Are you alright?” Cadance smiled before shooting Lemon Zest a disapproving look. She glanced at the floor with Indigo Zest pushing against her neck. Damn, she messed up if Dean Cadance is disappointed with her.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Dusk Shine consoled with a smile. He looks different without his glasses. No, not that bullshit Hollywood ‘different’ where removing glasses makes a character instantly attractive. They always thought Dusk Shine was handsome with his mature scholarly appeal. However, they didn't know how to process him without glasses. It sharpened his features to chisel stone, unyielding and stoic as he explained complex equitation as it was the rain cycle. Sour Sweet fondly smiled at his softened features, remembering when Dusk Shine was that cute nerd from when they started Crystal Prep. A regretful frown blemished her features, cursing herself for being so weak when he needed her. It didn’t escape Cadance’s gaze or some of her teammates.

“Here, you go, Dusk Shine,” Discord handed over his glasses. The star student retrieved his glasses cloth and exhaled on them. He cleaned the moist vapor, removing any dust particles before returning it to his face. There’s the Dusk Shine that they knew.

“I’ll handle it, Principal Cinch,” Cadance offered. Cinch nodded, allowing her to take control. “You said you were minding your own business,” She recalled.

“He was minding his own business, Dean Cadance,” Indigo Zap confirmed the earlier statement, still holding Zest. “I warned Dusk Shine about her when he was at his locker, writing something on his schedule,” She glared, reciting the earlier events before this chase sequence. The teachers gazed at the nodding Dusk Shine.

“Indigo Zap held her back, allowing me to escape,” He explained. Both Dusk Shine and Indigo Zap are innocent. “I don’t know why she chased me,” Dusk Shine shrugged.

“What’s your side of the story?” Discord asked the rocker.

“Are you going to relax?” Indigo Zap demanded with a dirty glare. Her teeth marks remained on Zap’s hand.

Lemon Zest exhaled, easing her body. “Yeah, I’m cool,” She replied. Cinch nodded for Zap to release her. The blue-haired Sportsgirl obeyed, stepping back but ready to act again. She gets on her knees, grabbing the bottom of his sweater. He and the others widened their eyes from the action. That’s new! “Come on, dude. You can’t show a girl a rocking time and not give her more,” Lemon Zest pleaded to their alarm. What did he do to her for such a desperate reaction? “Please, Dusk Shine, I need it! I gotta have it!” She claimed, digging her nails in the fabric and tugging at it like a gambler begging to return to the casino after a losing streak. Her amber eyes glittered with zealous desire. He didn’t like that unhinged grin splitting her face.

“Hey, phrasing!” Dusk Shine corrected with a crimson blush, pointing at the addict. Night Blaze’s snickers and the group's bewildered glances made him self-conscious. Discord slid his hand to Cadance with a smug smirk, gesturing her to pay up. “I only sent you one of my playlists. No way, you listened to all of it already,” He declared, easing the awkwardness. Some of them mouthed an ‘Oh’ from the details. He sent her a playlist, and she loved the music, desiring more from it.

“All of that for a freaking playlist!” Sour Sweet fumed from the havoc that the green-haired rocker caused in the last five minutes. Lemon Zest avoided eye contact, whistling a tune while they glared at her. “You can’t be that desperate,” She belittled, crossing her arms. “What can you possibly do to convince Dusk Shine after you did?” Her irate eyes burned twin holes in Lemon Zest’s skull. The enthusiastic girl arose with a blankly intense expression, dusting the dirt off her skirt. They watched her approach a water foundation. She pushed the button and sipped the cold liquid, using it as a garble, spitting it down the drain. What is she doing?

Night Blaze connected the dots when she pulled out a black hair tie. “Holy shit, she’s going to do it,” He revealed to his host while she placed her wild green hair into a neat athletic ponytail. Dusk Shine blushed at her flirtatious beam, backstepping as she backed him into a corner. Her hand slammed on his left while her leg landed up to his right shoulder, locking Dusk Shine in place. His blush scorched his ears and neck into a radiant blazing rose. Sweet Faust, she’s direct with her intentions.

“Dean Cadance, can I borrow him for ten minutes, please?” Lemon Zest playfully requested, getting into Dusk Shine’s personal space. He took a gentleman’s glance at the gap on the top of her uniform. Holy crap, she’s not wearing a bra!

“You wouldn’t….” Sour Sweet and Moondancer seethed, clutching their fists.

“Lemon Zest. What you did in your spare time is none of our business,” Cinch massaged the bridge of her nose. She didn’t need the extra stress with the Friendship games occurring within mere weeks. “At least have such conversations when school is over or in private off of school grounds,” She exhaled. Sunny Flare avoided her mother’s frigid internal analysis. Great, now she’s going to lecture her about losing Dusk Shine to someone of lower birth.

“Dusk Shine, what’s your analysis of this?” Discord questioned, resting his hands in his lab coat pockets. No response. “Um, Dusk Shine?”The chemistry teacher asked. Dusk Shine became a clothing mannequin, blank and unresponsive, gazing vacantly into the void like a cat staring at something in the corner of the room. They didn’t know what to do with this reaction. Sour Sweet glared at Lemon Zest for what she did.

“Oh, his brain overloaded,” Cadance answered, consoling their concern. It’s not the first time Dusk Shine’s senses overloaded. Lemon Zest’s crazed purse and saucy comments were excessive for his vanilla mindset.

“Wait, is he okay?” Lemon Zest stepped away, giving him some breathing room. Maybe, she went a little overboard.

“Yeah, he’s okay,” Cadence casually waved off, taking Lemon Zest’s place

“Does he need to sit down or get him some water?” Sunny Flare asked, worried for their ace.

“Nah, I’ve done this before,” Cadance “Dusk Shine,” She smiled before delivering a sharp slap on the back of his head. His brain soft-reset from the impact.

“OW! The heck, Cadance?!” Dusk Shine barked with a harsh glare, rubbing the stinging flesh.

“You’re welcome,” Cadance kept her smirk. Nothing like a bit of payback.

He growled while fixing his glasses. “What was I talking about?” Dusk Shine wondered. Night Blaze and Discord pointed to Lemon Zest. Their gazes locked. “Oh… that,” He stammered, rubbing his neck while turning a new shade of pink as did she. Wait, she's already pink. A new shade of scarlet. Yeah, that’s better. What do you say in this situation? The truth? Maybe. Dusk Shine took a steady inhale and deep exhale before clearing his throat. “I … I don’t know how to proceed with this. My lack of experience and the current level of our relationship prevents me from giving you a reasonable answer for this,” He addressed the situation, gesturing to himself and Lemon Zest with an anxiously blank expression. His voice was riddled with confusion while gliding his hand across his forearm. They agreed with the truthful answer while Lemon Zest fiddled with her hands. “How about I give you my master playlist?” Dusk Shine suggested, holding up his purple smartphone; hopefully, that’ll appease her.

“Really?” Lemon Zest whispered in a squeaky voice as her face brightened up.

“Yes,” Dusk Shine confirmed, exhausted from the day’s events, rubbing his forehead. She latched on to his body like a magnet, wrapping her arms around his neck while her legs locked behind his back. “Okay then,” He muttered while she nuzzled his neck with a radiant cat-like grin. Her green hair mashed against his face and neck.

“Thank you, MWAH!” Lemon Zest gushed, eagerly planting a smooch on his cheek. The two shared a dumbfounded expression. “Oh crap, sorry,” She whispered, climbing down.

“Um, I think you should start running,” Sugarcoat advised as they stepped back from deathly calm Sour Sweet. Her hair flicked, promising blood murder with her bare hands twitching.

“Lemon Zest, can I talk to you alone, please?” Sour Sweet sweetly threatened with a radiant smile and twitching closed eyes. Her molten rage pulsed a stream of veins stretching along the side of her head and neck.

“Uh, nah, I’m good,” Lemon Zest stuttered with a quick shake of her head. Yep, Sour Sweet’s mad at her. No, that’s too simple of an understatement. She’s fucking furious right now. Lemon Zest smacked her at the misplay. Why did she forget that Sour Sweet was rather … protective of Dusk Shine? Wait, does Sour have a crush on Dusk Shine? They have history together going before Crystal Prep. She wondered if they were a couple but broke up. Nah, it’ll be all over the school like a contagion if that was true. However, Lemon Zest made herself a target for approaching Sour Sweet’s territory. Also crossing Dusk Shine’s boundaries by glomping him like a baby koala, giving a wet kiss on the cheek, and chasing him throughout the school for more of his incredible playlists.

“It’ll only take a second,” Sour Sweet malignantly cracked her knuckles with thunder prolonging her malevolent smile as she approached the terrified Lemon Zest. She glanced at Indigo Zap with begging eyes. Help a girl out! The athlete shook her head, raising her hands in surrender. Sugarcoat checked her nails as Sunny Flare folded her arms with a turned nose. Maybe the teachers? Nope. They were busy consoling the stunned Dusk Shine as he viewed the cosmos, experiencing a sense of euphoria from her kiss. Shit, there’s only one thing that Lemon Zest can do. She sharpened her glare, tensing her leg muscles before turning around, retreating with her tail behind her legs, not before scanning the playlist. “GET BACK HERE! I’LL TURN YOU INTO A KEY LIME SMOOTHIE!” Sour Sweet roared with premeditated murder in her wrathful eyes. “I’LL HANG YOU BY YOUR DAMN PONYTAIL!” She promised with flowing magma in her veins as she ruthlessly followed her green-furred prey. Besides, ponytails were her aesthetic in the group.

“You think she’ll kill her?” Indigo Zap asked her team, watching the chase.

“Probably,” Sugarcoat & Sunnyflare replied with a shrug.

“Are you okay, Dusk Shine?” Cadance comforted her brother-in-law, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Um, uh, yeah, I think so,” Dusk Shine answered hesitantly, shaking the goosebumps off his hands and shoulders. He lost his sharp facial features reverting to an adorable, whimsical child eager to learn, evaluating his thought process of what occurred. The kiss didn’t summon a swarm of ravaging fire ants under his skin, but it did make him warm. “Just…” He paused, stroking his forearms to place his staggered brain at ease.

“Do you want a few more minutes to clear your thoughts?” Cinch suggested to their star student. “You’ve been through quite an experience,” The privileged principal empathized with her prized student. Night Light reacted similarly when Twilight Velvet’s tenaciously pursued him during their youth. Her dull fuchsia eyes widened with a slight acceleration of her empty heart. Night Light had a similar reaction. Oh no, that’s not good. Do they have similar tastes in women? His mother was a tomboyish, extroverted, and dynamic woman. Maturity tempered her bubbly demeanor. No. These two are different individuals. It can still work. Her legacy shall endure in the end.

“I don’t know, but that’s probably a good idea. Thank you,” Dusk Shine accepted. He needed to clear his head. Cinch nodded, passing him a note before he headed to class.

“Okay, while he’s sorting his feelings. You girls head to class while I make sure Sour Sweet doesn’t murder Lemon Zest,” Discord informed, taking his sweet time ambling down the hall. Cinch’s wave hand ordered for the students to leave, enabling Dusk Shine to collect himself until the bell rang for class.

Dusk Shine worked at a circular table during this double period of lunch and study hall. Other students did similar acts or used the time to socialize. He grazed where Lemon Zest kissed him earlier. It didn’t bother him, but that smooch was unexpected.

“You got kissed by a cute girl,” Night Blaze remarked, floating overhead with crossed arms. “I consider that a win,” He smirked, boastfully widening his arms. Dusk Shine paused but continued working. “You know I’m right,” Night Blaze baited a response. You can’t hide anything from him.

“Hey, Dusk Shine,” Trenderhoof’s voice reached his ears. Dusk Shine inspects the incoming Trenderhoof, Neon Lights, and Jet Set. “Can you help us with corrections?” He asked, needing all the help they could get for the upcoming Friendship Games. None of them wanted to be the weak link.

Dusk Shine pushed up his glasses. “Sure,” He commented, gesturing for the trio to sit. There’s enough room.

“Thanks, dude,” Neon Lights smiled as they slid him their earlier math test. Dusk Shine spent several minutes explaining their errors, marking his corrections with a purple pen. They smacked themselves for their follies, using the wrong formula or numbers. Why do you understand a problem after you have already submitted the assignment? “Ugh, I had it right the first time,” He groaned, taking a second look at his paper with an annoyed glare. Neon Lights scratched out his original working.

“How do you think I feel? I used the right formula but got the wrong answer,” Jet Set frowned, wondering how he messed that up. Welcome to the party. At least he got partial credit for working.

“Don’t worry, it happens,” Dusk Shine consoled his teammates. “As long as you don’t make it a habit,” He advised, typing on his calculator. The trio shared a look to begin the second phase of their mission.

“So Dusk Shine, what happened between you and Lemon Zest?” Trenderhoof asked the academic, darting his finger to the subject of their conversation. She’s busy enjoying his playlist. Who knew that he had such a variety of songs and genres? The top student’s pupils widened before reverting to standard size.

“Oh…that,” Dusk Shine muttered with scarlet cheeks, recalling the kiss. “She wanted my playlists,” He told them half the truth, turning a page. No need to cause more drama.

“So what about the whole chasing you throughout the school and kissing you on the cheek?” Neon Lights countered with a smirk before losing it with a flinch as Sour Sweet’s pencil shattered under her rageful grasp. She dusted wooden debris from her palms, grabbing another pencil. Several students distanced themselves from her.

“Both … are unexpected results,” Dusk Ship replied, pushing up his glasses. His amethyst eyes viewed Lemon Zest jovially drumming her fingers against the hardened table. It’s a miracle that Sour Sweet’s mauling left their teammate relatively unscathed. The ponytail was removed, letting her wild hair flow freely. Cinch couldn’t risk it as the Friendship games approached. Although, she likely has a reserve list of students for such unfortunate accidents. “My best estimate was that it was her way of showing appreciation for it,” He continued after a short pause while his heart rate quickened and face flushed.

“Congrats on getting your first kiss from a cute girl,” Trenderhoof praised. Their star student is growing up and appreciating the fairer sex. I have no idea if that term is still used.

“She wasn’t my first kiss,” Dusk Shine revealed, arching his bow. The room grew deafeningly quiet from the statement. “What?” He asked about the flummoxed looks from the bystanders while several students mumbled about the knowledge. Some didn’t have their first kiss yet. How did the celibate Dusk Shine achieve before they did?

“Wait, was it Trixie?” Jet Set predicted, on giving what they saw at the mall.

“Nope,” Dusk Shine corrected. “Plus, that was years ago,” He said, focusing on his notes.

“If only Royal Pin was here, then it was Trixie,” Night Blaze chuckled, imagining the silver spoon brat’s furious expression.

“So…first kiss at Crystal Prep?” Neon Lights probed further, wanting to clarify.

“It was on the cheek, so technically doesn’t count,” Dusk Shine quoted. “Also, no, but she made her mark.” His heart quickened for a moment, recalling the intimate moment. The guys interrogated him on the details. Who was the girl? Was she cute? Is she in the room right now?

“Can you drop it already?!” Sour Sweet growled, slamming her hands against the table

“Geez, Sour Sweet, did we strike a nerve or something?” Indigo Zap asked. The archer’s smooth face blushed quietly, peering at Dusk Shine as he worked. What’s with that reaction? Zap’s eyes widened, standing abruptly with bells ranging in her brain. “OH! OH! OH! OH!” She shouted, pointing her fingers at Dusk Shine & Sour Sweet. Everything made sense now! “You two!” Indigo Zap confirmed everyone’s suspicions before Sour Sweet covered her mouth, muffling her speech. Sweet growled as her cheeks warmed like an oven, shivering, barely holding her wrath.

“Come on, dude, let us in,” Trenderhoof pleaded. When did this happen? How did this happen?

“No,” Dusk Shine deflected their attempts for more information. “What happened between me and her is our business,” He glared at them, silencing their chatter. Sour Sweet eyes rounded at the defense. “Any other questions?” Dusk Shined, pushed up his glasses

“Prettiest girl in school?” All the girls in the room viewed him like a band of savage marauders discovering their next mark outside the field of view, waiting to set a trap. His calm demeanor masked his quaking heart rate. The noose tightened the longer he waited. Even girls who weren’t interested were interested in his answer. How the fuck is he supposed the answer this? Come on, what would his brother or Cadance say?

“I don’t focus on that kind of thing, but I’m aware that each girl has their unique charm,” Dusk Shine confessed, attempting to take the heat off. A few grinned or scanned their bodies. Unique charm? That’s an ego boost. “I have preferences like anyone else, and it’s foolish to base something on that without getting a chance to know them first as it can change over time as we develop,” He explained. Okay, that’s a sensible answer. “Also, I never really had a type,” Dusk Shine pushed up his glasses, concluding his explanation.

“At least random three in any order off the top of your head” Neon Light pondered on what his taste was.

“Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, and Indigo Zap,” Dusk Shine answered matter-of-factly. His named choices were freshly lit bonfires of shock, jerking their heads in his direction. Lemon Zest was evident because of what happened. Indigo Zap had a shot. But Sugarcoat? Her stony facade melted into fluffy cotton candy, avoiding the gossip of the room.

“Holy shit, no hesitation,” Neon Light responded. They didn’t expect him to immediately have an answer.

“What? They’re cute and annoy me the least,” Dusk Shine acknowledged. Besides, they were his choices. Another surprised squeal. He thought they were cute! A tentative smile curled on Indigo Zap’s face while the others focused on their assignments. It’s the first time Lemon Zest remained still in her seat. Sour Sweet and Sunny Flare shared a blank look.

“Nothing on Dean Cadance,” Trenderhoof joked with finger guns.

“Ew, no!” Dusk Shine cringed from the atrocious consideration. Cadence’s the closest thing he had to a sister. That’s a line that a younger brother must never cross. The mere thought of it left a vile tingling on his tongue. “She knew me before I was potty trained,” He continued, emphasizing the sheer age gap. “Hard Pass,” Dusk Shine grumbled with a repulsed frown, pushing that option away.

“Fleur De Lis,” Trenderhoof asked with a slight pause in his voice.

Dusk Shine inhaled, clasping his hands, recalling his former crush. “I’m not denying her attractiveness,” He confessed. “She looks glamorous and cleans up well,” The star student listed the positives. She let a curt chuckle, raising her head. Of course, she knows that she looks glamorous. Not like Fleur De Lis needed to know that. At least his glasses worked. She curtly snorted, tilting her head skywards. It’s not like Fleur De Lis didn’t know that already. A good thing to know that his glasses are working. “I can’t help to think that she’s self-sabotaging herself,” He frowned.

“Huh?” They questioned with raised brows and squinted eyes, observing the default prettiest girl in school.

“She’s smarter than she looks,” Dusk Shine informed the boys. Moondancer scoffed at the suggestion. Her? The classic brainless beauty that’s only good as arm candy and a subpar lay of a suffocating fish worth a few hundred or thousand bits. Fleur De Lis? Someone whose core identity and skill is using her looks, enabling an army of white knights and simps across social media, offering their life savings to see a crumb of pussy for a woman that won’t even notice them.

“Dusk Shine, I swear you’re too kind sometimes,” Moondancer muttered, shaking her head.

“Fleur easily grasps the concepts when I tutor her,” He continued with a slight frown. “It’s sad that she’s not putting in the effort since that’s wasted potential. Fleur De Lis can be in the top twenty or ten,” Dusk Shine admitted to their shock. Fleur De Lis inspected herself in her phone’s camera, fluffing her luxurious hair. The popular girl’s smirk carried a confident insecurity. No, can’t show it. Someone’s always watching you. There’s a mirror everywhere. Her thumb scrolled through multiple filters before an anchor stopped it. ‘She’s smarter than she looks’ ‘Wasted Potential,’ ‘Fleur De Lis can be in the top twenty or ten,’ His encouragement nagged and stabbed her heart, flooding it with waves of bewildered sorrow. Why did he say that? Was it a way to butter her up? No. Dusk Shine doesn’t care about her enough to lie. He…he meant it. She frowned, exiting the app.

She frowned, exiting the app. Thump, thump, thump.“Holy shit,” Fleur De Lis muttered, covering her face. She blinked owlishly, touching her beating chest. “...Noooooo,” She grumbled with vexation while pink marks appeared on her cheeks. Why the ever-living fuck does one compliment from her polar opposite make her heart flutter? Yet it was likely the most sincere praise that she had ever heard. She literally rejected him. Brutally too. Fleur De Lis sighed before determination filled her eyes. Her hands discovered her writing utensils and opened her notebook as she searched for educational videos. “Okay, let’s do this,” Fleur De Lis encouraged herself, taking notes as the video played.

“Don’t waste your fucking time, you semen collector,” Moondancer seethed to herself, watching Fleur De Lis pathetically attempt to comprehend the information.

The Shadow six arrived at their music class. Some of their classmates muttered about the earlier events. It stopped when their teacher entered the room. “Alright, everyone, we’re taking it easy today,” Fancy Stream announced to the class, holding a small container with slips of paper inside. “Get into your groups and pick a song. Doesn’t matter if you’re good or bad. Just give it your all with feeling,” He encouraged his students as they took up their slips.

“So, what did we get?” Sugarcoat questioned the slip in Dusk Shine’s hand.

“Somebody I used to know” He read off their chosen song. The stoic students stared at each other. “Oh boy,” They sighed before practicing their vocals. Fancy Stream strolled around the room, evaluating the students and giving them tips.

“You said you could let it go, and I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody you used to know,” Sugarcoat sang her part before passing it on to her partner.

“But you didn’t have to cut me off,” Dusk Shine’s silvery voice echoed throughout the room. Everyone stopped and listened to him. Sugarcoat’s jaw slacked, forgetting to add the backup vocals. Where did he learn to sing like that? Or was this raw talent? “Make it out like it never happened and that we were nothing,” His harmonic sounds carried burrowed emotions from years past, “And I didn’t need your love, but you treat me like a stranger, and it feels so rough,” That tragically painful line slashed at Sour Sweet’s soul, mocking her for what she did. Her lips quivered, clutching her skirt. Is that how he felt?

“Who sang that?!” Fancy Stream gasped, interrupting the angelic song with glossy heartfelt eyes. Everyone pointed to the nonchalant Dusk Shine. “That was incredible,” He wiped a solitary tear from his eye with nodding students. “When did you learn to sing like that?” The golden-haired man demands to know this unexpected surprise. He’s been a teacher for over a decade, witnessing a few with that raw passion. Their top student emulated the paramount sorrow in the lyrics. That unhinge emotion can only appear from experience. Who hurt you, Dusk Shine?

“Forever?” Dusk Shine answered with a casually raised hand, pushing his brows together. His classmates murmured. So he always had that ability. “I sang that my brother’s wedding besides nothing really,”

“And you didn’t mention it at all?” Fancy Stream acknowledged the missed opportunity

“Nope,” Dusk Shine retorted with a straight face. “I got into Crystal Prep for my academic skills,” He emphasized why he's here. “Plus, no one asked, so nobody cared,” He continued softly. “I don’t see myself going on stage in front of a crowd. It … makes me uncomfortable,” Dusk Shine shuddered at the image of a massive crowd and countless flashing lights

“Fair enough,” Fancy Stream replied, knowing the vicious battleground of show business. It’ll consume a person swifter than a swarm of piranha with a chunk of red meat. “Anything else you got?”

“I can play an instrument,” Dusk Shine confirmed.

“Violin, piano, clarinet, cello?”Fancy Stream asked about the possible instruments

“No, those make my skin feel weird,” Dusk Shine replied with a shudder. Besides, those options were generic. “I can play guitar,” He answered to his teacher’s delight.

“What?!” His classmates yelled, imagining Dusk Shine performing a guitar solo. He already has a punkish look with the piercings and motorcycle.

“Classical, Electric, or Acoustic?” Lemon Zest quizzed, holding herself steady. Awesome playlists and could play and sing some of the songs.

“Electric,” Dusk Shine clarified his skills. “I can play a little something if that’s okay,” He offered.

“Yes, please,” Fancy Stream pleaded. He snapped his fingers for the students to clear the room while others gathered supplies. Several guitars were presented to him. These were donated by past students and alumni. Dusk Shine’s ears twitched, glaring at the incoming excited footsteps. Oh no, here we go.

“3,2,1,” Night Blaze counted. Cadance barraged through the door, holding her heels as she panted heavily. There’s no way she’s running in these heels.

“Dusk Shine, I can-” She suggested, gesturing to the array of instruments.

“No,” Her brother-in-law shut down the consideration, surveying his options. She pouted, taking a seat instead wanting to join in for once. It’s always him and Shining Armor. Dusk Shine made his choice with a charcoal solid body, securing the string instrument around his shoulder. As he turned it, the amp surged to life, thinking of what he would play. Oh, that one. His phone played the instrumental.

“Holy crap, is that the One Punch man theme?” Sunnyflare asked, recognizing the action intro.

“Mhm,” They nodded, watching his fingers strum the strings. “ONE PUNCH!” Some couldn’t resist. Dusk Shine concentrated on his task, tapping his feet to the hypnotic rhythm. He cracked a smile, rocking his head while twisting towards the crowd and then back to himself.

“Crap, he’s good,” Indigo Zap remarked. Dusk Shine didn’t hear them. He’s busy battling gods and dragon-level threats to protect his city as a hobby. The stimulating rumbling in his palms widened his grin, finally enjoying himself at Crystal Prep. Cadance smiled as well before glancing at Lemon Zest, mimicking his actions, rocking her head at a concert. Well, someone has a fan. Dusk Shine smirked, flaunting his skills by playing the body strings with one hand during a breath-taking riff. His babysitter playfully rolled her eyes. He picked up some of his brother’s habits. Lemon Zest and several others closed their legs, biting their bottom lips at his dexterous fingers. Sugarcoat kicked Zest’s ankle, snapping the green-haired girl out of her lustful stupor.

“Hey, what was that for?” Lemon Zest snarled under her breath, massaging her sore ankle.

“Nothing,” Sour Sweet huffed, focusing on the show with folded arms. Dusk Shine resumed, using both hands as he reached the ending. The drums slammed the earth as the electricity crashed into the sky before concluding on the final note. He bowed as several students and faculty stood in applause. Royal Pin remained seated with an uninterested clap.

“How about another song, Dusk Shine?” Cadance maternally encouraged. The spark in his dull amethyst eyes rejuvenated during the performance. His ecstatic eyes widened before creating a steady strumming on the strings, tapping his heels.

“I remember when you said your father's asleep. I remember swimming as our clothes drifted off to sea,” Dusk Shine grinned, continuing with another song.

“Now, I have to take him backstage for VIP treatment,” Lemon Zest purred, watching a dedicated rock song.

“You don’t have to,” Moondancer responded to the explicit statement.

“Bitch, I’m gonna,” Lemon Zest's eyes widened as she assured her earlier statement. Damn, she doesn't have another hair tie.

“Here we go. Just lose control and let your body give in to the beat. Of your heart, as my hand touches your skin,” Dusk Shine lowered his eyelids, mirroring a seductive look, reaching his hand to the crowd. Some reached out. “Is this love or just sexual desire,” Cadance observed his hand motions as they sharpened each other. Her light purple eyes widened, recalling his potential. Oh no. “We’re gonna start a fire,” His hand blazed in a miniature campfire as the audience marveled at the deed. How did he do that? “Oh geez,” Dusk Shine yelled when a shroud of anti-inflammatory smoke coated him.

“No, no, no, no, no, no,” Cadance scolded with a stern glare, holding a miniature fire extinguisher. Where did she get that from? She concentrated the white vapor on Dusk Shine in quick short bursts like an owner disciplining their rebellious cat with a spray bottle. “Bad Dusk Shine,” She frowned as he coughed and waved away the fumes. Luckily Lemon Zest avoided the blast radius.

“Ack, what the heck, Cadance?!” Dusk Shine barked, glaring as he removed and cleaned his glasses from the chalky cloud residue. “Why do you still have that?” He pointed to the safety device. The class had a bewildered expression from the exchange. Still?

“You know why,” Cadance narrowed her eyes with a hand resting on her slim waist.

“I was six and left unsupervised,” Dusk Shine argued

“You were with your brother,” Cadance recalled the event. It was right before she officially started to be his babysitter.

“He too was left unsupervised,” Dusk Shine replied with a side-eye.

“Dusk Shine…” Cadance warned.

“Oh please, what are you going to call my mom?” Dusk Shine scoffed at her attempt. You probably shouldn’t have done that.

“No,” Cadance responded with a cruel smirk. “I’m telling Sunset,” She confirmed, tauntingly wiggling her phone. His classmates discovered an unexpected emotion in Dusk Shine’s eyes when he squawked, flinching upon hearing that name. Fear. They shared a collective thought. Who’s this Sunset girl?

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” Dusk Shine stammered, removing the strap and securely resting the guitar against the amp. “Let’s-let’s talk about this for a moment, Cadance,” He attempted to bargain, approaching the smirking Cadance. “No need to be hasty,” The star student shakily persuaded right when his phone rang. “Oh boy…” Dust Shine muttered while nervous sweat formed on the sides of his face.

“You better pick that up,” Cadance rubbed salt into the wound with an eye wiggle, relishing in his anxiety.

Dusk Shine gulped with a sigh before meekly answering. “Hey, Sunset,” He answered in a faint voice, attempting to appease the woman on the other side of the phone. No, it won’t.

“What are you doing?” Sunset Shimmer questioned her best friend. She’s on her lunch break right now.

“Nothing much,” Dusk Shine studdered. A number of his classmates theorized that Sunset was around their age. Girlfriend maybe? Nah. Perhaps a girl he’s interested in.

“Oh really?” Sunset Shimmer narrowed her eyes. He can’t possibly think that she’ll believe that. “You lit a fire and were rocking out without me?” She recited the information Cadance delivered to her a few moments ago.

“Okay, let me explain before you go all she-demon on me,” Dusk Shine countered, walking out of the class to continue this private conversation. Moondancer shrieked like a dedicated fan watching their favorite character die. Sour Sweet simply resumed her static eye twitching.

“What happened to you?” Sunny Flare asked the foaming nerd.

“He’s talking to Sunset Shimmer!” Moondancer declared as if they were supposed to know who the girl was.

“Yeah, so,” Indigo Zap said, adding to more Moondancer’s ire

“SHE’S THE TOP STUDENT AT CHS!” Moondancer yelled, gripping the roots of her hair to the dumbfounded class. The students shared the same alarming idea.

How do they know each other?

Fun fact/Trivia
Sire's Hollow is located near the edges of the Smokey Mountains. You can see it during the episode Parent's map

Griffon's paw is a term for someone or something that always looking for money or payment for a task. It refers how money makes the world go round

Author's Note

That is that. One more chapter before the Friendship games. We got some lore and backstory on Dusk Shine & Sour Sweet. Hope that you enjoyed the Lemon Zest moments.

Thanks for reading the story. Leave a review for any questions and/or show your support. Thank you once again and have a good day/ :)

The final preparations

Author's Note

Hey, guys, we're almost at the Friendship games. Who's ready?

I'm planning to introduce more Elements of Harmony since I'm adding The Dazzlings and Starlight Glimmer to the group. Plus some of the canon elements don't fit with the Shadowbolts so I'm looking for some replacements.

For instance, Courage, Fairness, Respect and Peace. They also need powers when they're in Camp Everfree. I already have some ideas with Indigo Zap having Flash-like powers and Dusk Shine having Spatial manipulation and fire powers but still need help with others

The final preparations

“THE TOP STUDENT OF CHS?!” Their astonished voices bellowed, repeating Moon Dancer’s alarming statement. They rambled on about the possible connections between these two with the driving question; How do they know each other?!

“Enough,” Cadance ordered when their rambling turned into gossip. “I understand the interest, but please gossip to a minimum,” She said when a raised hand caught her attention. “Yes?”

“What’s the relationship between them?” Sugarcoat voiced the class’s mind while They nodded and muttered. It was a legitimate question. Dusk and Sunset have each other’s direct phone numbers.

“They’re friends,” Cadance answered straightforwardly.

“Just friends?” Sugarcoat debated. His reaction implies there’s more to their relationship.

“Yes, but I won’t say anymore,” Cadance declared. “That’s between her and Dusk Shine,”

“Another question,” Sugarcoat declared, turning her focus. “How do you know them, Moon Dancer?” She asked,

“We were a part of the gifted unicorn program together,” Moon Dancer revealed their history. They muttered, impressed with Dusk Shine’s companion. The gifted program is an elite and exclusive course for primary education. I haven’t figured out an alternative name for the three pony races.

“Obviously, they wasted their time with someone like her,” Royal Pin scoffed.

“You didn’t get in, so what’s your point again?” Sunny Flare countered, glaring at her teammate.

“And so did Trixie,” Moon Dancer added another shot in Royal Pin’s faulty insult. He growled but held his tongue. “Some of our old friend group went to Canterlot Highschool,” She continued, relaying the enigmatic history of Dusk Shine.

“Lyra Heartstrings and Minuette?” Cadance questioned as Moon Dancer nodded to confirm. The Dean knows Lyra goes to CHS but doesn’t know about the rest. That’s because I haven’t created lore about the rest yet. It’s tough.

“Also Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts,” Sour Sweet added to the list. They stared at her. “What?” How does she know his former classmates? Damn, Dusk Shine had a bit of a harem before coming to Crystal Prep.

“You sure know a lot about Dusk Shine,” Suri Polomare probed the star sharpshooter.

“Aw, you don’t say,” Sour Sweet. “Newsflash, you bootlegger, we went to the same school,” She clarified behind her snarl, striking a nerve. Everyone in school knows that by now.

Dusk Shine barged through the door. “Cadance, we have a problem,” He informed, his eyes bulging out of his head.

“We?” Cadance denounced her association with their conversation.

“Okay, I have a problem,” Dusk Shine corrected himself. “We argued for a bit, told her to make me, and she’s probably on her way here,” He continued. His heart thumped in fear.

“You told Sunset Shimmer to make you?” Cadance chastised, narrowing her eyes,

“I’m not a smart man when it comes to these situations,” Dusk Shine defended. Academics is his specialization. Shining Armor got all the charm and social skills.

“What did you two talk about?” Sunny Flare questioned.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Dusk Shine confuted. They never cared about his social life before, so why now? The bell rang. Cadance guided the Shadowbolts to their next destination.

The Shadowbolts followed Dean Cadance to the Home Ec room. Moon Dancer, Coco Pommel, the reserve members, and Fleur De Lis joined them, needing extra credit. Principal Cinch and Discord were waiting for them at the door. “Good afternoon, my
Shadowbolts, Dean Cadance,” She greeted the team. Night Blaze rolled his eyes at the formality. This woman is buttering them up. Every syllable released from her lavish lips was a ladened honeytrap for anyone who’ll listen. There’s no shortage of that. Crystal Prep is a nexus point for the exciting concept of six degrees of separation for those wanting to improve their station. Several handshakes, do a few favors here and there until you’re sitting pretty behind a desk with your name on it.

“Good afternoon, Principal Cinch and Discord,” They responded. Discord waved his hand with a wild grin while cleaning his monocle.

“I’ve acquired one of the Home Ec rooms in preparation for the baking portion of the Friendship Games,” Cinch explained, gesturing to the vacant room when a purple hand raised. “Yes, Dusk Shine?” She questioned.

“Do we have enough time for that today, or do we have multiple sessions?” Dusk Shine asked. Home Ec is a double-period class, often in the afternoon or near the end of the school day. They didn’t have lunch yet, with a few classes and afternoon roll call remaining.

“Don’t worry about that,” Cinch explained. “I’ve talked to your teachers. You’ll gain an extended lunch period and skip homeroom,” She informed the students.

“Also, you guys get to eat what’s left over,” Discord added with a smirk, sweetening the deal for the students. Their eyes brighten with smiles reaching their ears. Food and an extended break.

“Make your preparations so we can begin,” Cinch ordered, soothing their jubilation. The students obliged, resting their bags on the provided shelves. They formed lines at a row of sinks, cleaning their hands, forearms, and under their fingernails with lukewarm water and an industrial-sized bottle of green apple-scented soap. The girls tied their hair into tight buns or professional ponytails. Dusk Shine reached into his pants pocket for a dark black hair tie. He secured it between his teeth, enabling his free hands to fix his hair in a ponytail discovering empty space. Where’s the rest of his hair?

“Haircut, remember,” Night Blaze mentioned, stopping his host from the health and safety procedure.

“Oh right,” Dusk Shine acknowledged his shortish hair. He exhaled, returning the hair tie to his pocket. Muscle memory. Dusk Shine retrieved a white apron and secured the garment around his neck and waist, taking his spot by Sour Sweet. Each student paired up at the extended stainless steel kitchen island. The walls were painted a light gray to reflect the heat, keeping the room cool and comfortable.

“Alright, Shadowbolts, we need to develop a strategy for the home ec portion,” Cinch announced at the front of the class with Discord and Dean Cadance. The students were at their assigned stations. “Any suggestions?” She solicited her students on potential desserts.

“I suggest Baklava or Eclairs,” Suri Polomare proposed. Her mouth watered at her choices. The sweet, flaky, crunchy honey-covered Baklava or custard-filled fluffy eclairs with rich chocolate topping.

“No,” The teachers shot down that option. It wasn’t a bad idea. Baklava was ridiculously complex, expensive, and time-consuming for a high school student to craft. Griffthstone had the most authentic version of the dessert. Thus, it’s the priciest. A single plate costs over 375 golden bits at the cheapest. Discord placed Eclairs on the board. They were similar to donuts but required more finesse.

“Cake,” Dusk Shine suggested with a raised hand. The teachers shared a look before nodding as Discord recorded the suggestion.

“Cake?” Upper Crust asked. He nodded to confirm. “Isn’t that kinda … basic?” She opined with a pause arching her brow and squinting one of her eyes. It’s a reliable choice enjoyed by all, with countless variations worldwide. However, that’s the issue. A cornucopia of flavors and styles was littered before them, leading to a gridlock of ideas. They expected something scientific from Dusk Shine. Not a straightforward dish like cake.

“Principal Celestia and Vice-principal Luna love cake,” Dusk Shine notified his classmates. Simple enough.

“Okay,” Upper Crust shrugged, as did the rest of their classmates. Some gathered their cooking utensils, such as spatulas, spoons, oven mitts, and bowls.

“No, I don’t think you’re getting it,” Dusk Shine commented. “Celestia loves cake,” He repeated direly. Those who knew Celestia understood what he meant.

“Got it,” Upper Crust agreed again. Discord facepalmed, shaking his head. She doesn’t get it.

“Upper Crust, if you’re going to listen to anything I have to say, that’s not an answer to an assignment,” Dusk Shine articulated, resting his hand on her shoulder. “I emphasize, implore that you acknowledge that Celestia loves cake,” He warned in an almost pleading tone, attempting for her to heed his words. “Probably more than I love books,” Dusk Shine revealed Celestia’s obsession with cake.

“...Oh,” The color drained from her face like a freshly squeezed, moist sponge. The Shadowbolts exchanged the same chilling thought, weighing them down. More than he loves books. Is that even possible? They can’t afford to enter this section half-heartedly. It cost them the win.

“Celestia always had a slight preference for cake,” Discord remarked.

“A slight preference?” Dusk Shine retorted, narrowing his purple eyes. His voice squeaked at the outrageous claim. “They placed limits whenever she goes to a bakery,” He told his chemistry teacher. Several stores throughout Canterlot and neighboring settlements plastered warning signs with her radiant face. “We had to place her birthday cakes under lock and key,” Dusk Shine stressed, remembering her latest celebration. They need to schedule an intervention for this woman. His classmates snickered at his comment.

“He’s being serious,” Cadance revealed, her eyes partly widened with a straight face.

“What?!” Indigo Zap questioned.

“I was on guard duty,” Dusk Shine revealed, kneading the side of his neck. “That woman is disturbingly persistent,” He shuddered at Celestia’s tenacity throughout the night. Luna had the decency to have self-control during her birthday week.

“Won’t your brother be a better choice?” Sugarcoat queried with a blank expression. He’s bigger, muscular, and trained to restrict a person. What made Dusk Shine the night sentinel? She’s not doubting his abilities but fails to see the logic behind the choice.

“Hahahaha,” Dusk Shine and Cadance laughed at the suggestion. “Him?” Cadance snickered, covering her mouth. She dearly loved Shining Armor, but there was no way he would have succeeded.

“He’s a total boy scout, and you’re misreading our dynamic,” Dusk Shine chuckled, regaining his professionalism. “I’m DPS to his tank,” He announced, pointing to himself with a smirk. That goes for their campaigns when he used to play OnO with Shining Armor’s friends. Dusk Shine kills while Shining Armor protects the party. His character almost died several times throughout their campaigns but didn’t, thanks to clutch dice rolls.

“It’s why your brother could never be the top student,” Night Blaze mentioned with a bored look as he crossed his arms. He was always a goody-two-shoes. You need a level of driven selfishness to achieve such a prestigious rank. To go above and beyond what the average person considers to be supreme.

“The unstoppable force to his immovable object,” Cadance smiled.

“Do you know what it's like to reverse suplex a fully grown six-foot-tall woman in her kitchen at four o’clock in the morning?” Dusk Shine questioned his teammates about Celestia’s uninhibited passion for cake. So many energy drinks.

“Uh...No,” The class replied, dragging their answer as they shook their heads with a whirling storm of bewilderment and half-formed questions. Reverse suplex? They shared a thought cloud imaging how the scene played out. Celestia is quite a wealthy woman. I saw the My little shop of horrors short, where we saw her garden and backyard. CELESTIA GOT MONEY! Now, what could her kitchen look like?

The expansive and magnificent kitchen, with countertops sculpted from opulent sunny quartz. Celestia sneaked around the door’s edge, motivated by saccharine hunger. Her heliotrope eyes panned and brightened the now-vacant kitchen, guaranteeing her success. Dusk Shine must’ve gone to the bathroom. Celestia slinked into the brisk room, zipping up her light purple hoodie. She wore a casual t-shirt and sweatpants instead of her usual flowy nightgown. Why did they drastically lower the temperature? Celestia’s bright smile widened, taking in the glorious sight of her platinum double-door fridge. She galloped to her prize, avoiding Dusk Shine’s sleeping bag and other overnight equipment. Books. The fuzzy slippers muffled her footsteps from the arctic marble floor.

“Come to mama,” Celestia purred, moistening her lips while reaching for the handle with hunger glimmering in her eyes. The birthday woman was about to claim her rightly deserved prize when a pair of arms constricted around her midsection. Hunger morphed into unbridled terror as Celestia twisted her body, observing who was behind her. Dusk Shine's straight-faced expression glared at her. His amethyst eyes blazed in the dark room like a nocturnal predator discovering its prey. “Heeeeeyyyy Dusk Shine,” She stammered with terror clawing her throat despite displaying a nervous smile. His grip tightened.”Wait, wait, wait. Dusk Shine, if you let me go. There’s an entire bookshelf and a folder of video games with your name,” Celestia pleaded with haggard breaths. Her chest thundered as gravity worked against her, removing her feet from the floor. He’s raising her up?! And arching his back too?! Oh no! “Come on, Dusk Shine, we can talk this out!” She exclaimed, kicking her feet like a petulant child. When did he get so strong?! Wow, she needs to dust her ceiling fan. Her mortified eyes viewed the top of her fridge then everything overturned. She yelled before it went black.

“Exactly,” Dusk Shine whispered, pointing to his class. They took more ideas for the home economics portion of the competition.

“Please proceed with your chosen meal,” Cinch instructed before joining her colleagues at a nearby table. They were the judges. Discord pulled out a bib from … somewhere with a butter knife and fork ready. The students went to work, filling the room with a cacophony of cracking eggs and clanking metal against metal. Each group had a blueprint of their chosen sweet. The majority picked cake, cookies, and brownies. Sour Sweet and Dusk Shine operated smoothly together, exchanging brief instructions for the other like a pair of surgeons conducting an intensive surgery. It contrasted with the brittle sisterhood of Moon Dancer, Coco Pommel, and Fleur De Lis.

“Can you get us some berries or accessory fruits?” Sour Sweet requested, mixing some batter in a gray bowl. Those botany lessons should impress Dusk Shine a bit. Some berries like blackberries and raspberries aren’t actual berries, but peppers, grapes, bananas, and pumpkins are. Believe me, I checked. These are the rabbit holes that being a writer can lead you on.

“On it,” Dusk Shine agreed, pasting the bickering trio. Duo, to be exact. Fleur De Lis immediately grabbed the leadership role, dictating what should be done to the other two. Moon Dancer squabbles over who made her in charge, matching Fleur De Lis’s heated glare with one of her own. The classic popular girl vs. the nerdy girl or girl next door. Battling for the main character’s heart? Not in this story. Coco Pommel played a mediator attempting to conclude.

Night Blaze groaned at their barking. “Can they shut the fuck up?” He rolled his azure molten eyes. Just pick one freaking dish already. Dusk Shine opened one of the refrigerators, scanning for his desired objects. He grabbed the bushel of bananas and forest berries. They’re still arguing.

“Geez, pick a random number generator or something!” Lemon Zest fumed at the pointless arguing. She moved one of her earpads, exposing her left ear. Fewer distractions. Moon Dancer and Fleur De Lis grumbled, crossing their arms while Coco Pommel pulled out her phone. The trio began working, much to the relief of the class. “Jet Set, Trenderhoof, add more flour and an egg to that batter,” She commanded the duo in a deep sergeant voice.

They flinched from the tone and saluted her. “Yes, ma’am,” Trenderhoof retrieved the eyes while Jet Set measured cups of flour. Dusk Shine chuckled as he carried the fruits. It reminded him of his grandmother whenever she scolded him, his brother, and their cousins during the summer or Heartwarming.

“I’m done with the batter. Can you put it in the oven? I’ll cut up the fruits,” Sour Sweet instructed, gesturing to the fruit section. Dusk Shine nodded, passing the product to her and glancing at the oven. Hmm? It’s already preheated at 400F. He filled the cake pans with vanilla batter before placing it on his oven mitts. The dry scalding air heated his face as he opened the cooker. Dusk Shine sealed it and activated the timer. That should be done in 30 minutes. Suri Polomare and Upper Crust got a headstart on their dessert. Maybe a few more minutes.

“Hey, Indigo Zap, do you need the hand mixer?” Sugarcoat offered the device.

“Nah, I got the speed,” Indigo Zap bragged, holding the bowl and batter spatula. Her hands created a whirlpool in the cookie dough, getting some splattered on the table.

Dusk Shine approached her while she was mixing. “Indigo Zap,” He called out to her, placing a hand on the athletic’s toned forearm. She turned scarlet, remembering that he called her … pretty. Indigo Zap knew that she was a beach goddess. She doesn’t have Fleur De Lis’s model-like curves, yet it didn’t stop people from enjoying the eye candy. Does Dusk Shine like tomboys? “You’re over-mixing it,” Dusk Shine cautioned, softening his voice. “It’ll make the cookies dense and fattened in the oven,” He explained the consequence of over-mixing. Nobody likes tough cookies.

“Oh, really,” Indigo Zap stammered, still experiencing the heat of his touch. “Can you … show me?” She requested. Cadance’s eyes glimmered at the suggestion.

“Sure,” Dusk Shine agreed, positioning himself at her side, keeping a respectable distance. “It’s all about technique,” He advised, guiding her hand in smooth and continuous rotations. “Feel the difference?” Dusk Shine asked. She shivered at his tingling breath on her ear while nodding. A whiff of his sophisticated aromatic cologne brisked her nose. Moon Dancer growled but focused on kneading the dough. Sour Sweet’s irritation flared, making threatening audible chops on the cutting board. She already dealt with Lemon Zest, but Indigo Zap has a sensible head on her shoulders. A fruity and sugary aroma filled the room as they waited for their dishes to finish. One of the ovens dinged. Upper Crust equipped her oven mitts before opening the oven. She withstood the dehydrating heat and grabbed the cake dish. It’s time to work. Upper Crust and Suri Polomare crafted a simple yet elegant chocolate vanilla cake with a gentle cranberry frosting. This was a practice session. They can afford to slack off. The two smiled, cutting a slice for the judges.

“Dusk Shine, how about you give us your input as well?” Discord offered as Suri Polomare handed out the slices.

“Am I allowed to?” Dusk Shine asked while washing his hands. Cinch nodded to confirm. Night Blaze smirked at the acceptance of free food. The judges consumed the slices with the knives and forks while Dusk Shine chomped on his piece. He chewed slowly to analyze the contents and expertise of the cake piece. The tangy crimson frosting tingled on his tongue, highlighting the deep rich dark chocolate and uplifting the smooth, light vanilla. Suri and Upper Crust smirked at the high scores. Only Dusk Shine remained. “It’s an excellent piece, easily winning a baking competition,” He attested to their skills. They raised their noses and puffed up their chest at Dusk Shine’s acclimation. If it meets his standards, this cake is an infallible shot path to victory. “However,” Oh shit, there it is. His glare chilled and intensified, forcing the girls to sag their hearts. “It’s not good enough for the friendship games. Celestia devoured a whale’s total body mass in cake. What makes yours surpass the others?” Dusk Shine gestured to the cake.

“We worked hard on it, and you said it’s excellent,” Suri Polomare replied.

“That’s true, but what else?” Dusk Shine countered, raising his brow. “Those are basic. The last time I checked, Crystal Prep doesn’t do basic,” He emphasized. Cinch’s lips curled at his encouraging words. She gazed at other students forcing more effort into their craft. Good. “Now, ask yourself these questions. Is this something that’ll be a signature dish? Will Celestia sneak after the match to grab a few pieces or slide you a few bits to make something similar for her? Dusk Shine elaborated on the mind of Celestia. “The taste is great, but the design is unfulfilling,” He criticized the cake.

“We can find these identical designs at some bakeries in the city,” Discord continued the trend. Dusk Shine already voiced their concerns. “Suri, make some designs for the cake,” The chemistry teacher instructed. Suri nodded.

Dusk Shine took another bite, narrowing his eyes. “Mhm,” He mumbled, devouring the rest of the cake. “Hey, Suri, this isn’t your usual work,” Dusk Shine acknowledged the suspiciously lower quality. Her face turned pallid while her entire body tensed up at the comment.

“Oh uh, this is a practice session,” Suri Polomare cracked shrilly. “I’m just…testing things out,” She alluded with a hand gesture and a wavy smile.

“It’s just whenever you pair up with Coco Pommel,” Dusk Shine observed, motioning his reptilian eyes to Suri’s assistant. “The quality increases,” He wiped the dark brown and tan crumbs from his lips with his thumb. The teachers fixated on the two while Coco Pommel worked. “I do hope that you weren’t passing off Coco’s work as your own,” Dusk Shine conveyed the threatening message in his lifeless voice. “It’ll be … quite the shame if we lose the baking round because we had a fraud on our team,” His articulate voice warned as he approached her. Upper Crust backed away, leaving the terrified Suri to deal with this demon. “Right?” Dusk Shine narrowed his amethyst eyes into wrathful embers. Winning the Friendship games is the only way to get out of here. He’s not taking a gamble with someone like her.

“Right…,” Suri Polomare choked out. This is different from when they were in Cinch’s office. The last time was more … comical. His stygianly blank expression and monotonous tone implied that he’d kill her right where she’s trembling if they lose. Dusk Shine grunted a response enabling her to work again. Suri rattled her brain for any ideas to call her own. Moon Dancer smirked at her being rightfully humbled. Cinch’s unyielding glare scrutinized Suri Polomare like an Olympic judge. One inconsequential miscalculation can fail. The same went for the rest of the Shadowbolts. Members of the B-team systemically examined their portions. Even the less academically inclined Shadow Six members progressed with a scalpel’s precise. Lemon Zest shut off her music to avoid distractions. Discord and Cadance shared a concerned look at Dusk Shine. She could have a talk with him after this.

“Any other concerns, Dusk Shine?” Cinch questioned. They need to prepare for all feasible situations.

“CHS improved significantly within the past year,” Dusk Shine explained, using the facts provided by Cinch. “It won’t be a clean sweep like in previous years. Realistically, a two-to-one score in our favor,” He predicted their odds, avoiding the hubris associated with their school. Cinch frowned but agreed with this assessment. “Everything depends on the first round. That Pinkie Pie girl will demolish us in the baking section; besides that, we’ll win,” Dusk Shine broadcast on the possible outcome.

“Pinkie Pie?” Upper Crust questioned.

“She’s that cute bubbly pink-haired waitress at Sweet Snaks Cafe,” Dusk Shine described. Trenderhoof eyes’ widened in recognition. He knew who he was talking about.

“How do you know this, Pinkie Pie?” Cinch inquired.

“She’s one of Sunset Shimmer’s friends,” Dusk Shine explained blankly. Cinch knew who Sunset Shimmer was.

“And what’s your relationship with her again?” Cinch probed further. They can use this to their advantage.

“They’re friends,” Sunny Flare blurted out. Night Blazed grumbled at her tattle-tale nature. You just do whatever Cinch tells you to do, huh?

“What other information can-” Cinch smiled, seizing this opportunity.

“If you’re asking me to spy on Sunset Shimmer, I can’t,” Dusk Shine interrupted, dashing anything underhanded tactics. Discord held a snicker at Cinch’s bewildered expression.

“She knows me too well,” He confessed while she glared at him. You can’t, or you wouldn’t. Or there’s another reason for his refusal. “Besides, isn’t such tactics … beneath us?” Dusk Shine debated in a silvery tone. Cinch relaxed, her stern expression replacing it with interest, wondering about his defense. “Why should we waste our time and sully our pristine reputation on something like that?” He coaxed with a dismissive shrug. “We’ve shown countless times throughout our history that we’re the apex of excellence,” Dusk Shine continued, appealing to her noticeable traits. It won’t work compared to others with a more palpable ego easily swayed by a few compliments. No. Cinch stood on a robust foundation of logic, skill, and desirable results. The purple prose of boot lickers is irrelevant. She heard it all. Why would Cinch idle with crowds of dregs flooding her ears with spoiled golden honey, hoping they’ll be exceptional? She can fixate on a handful of proven elites. For instance, Dusk Shine, Sunny Flare, and the incoming Starlight Glimmer. “No matter what CHS does, we’ll win. So let us allow them to enjoy a minor victory. Not like they’ll be us when I’m here,” Dusk Shine declared. They awaited Cinch’s response. It’s not like Dusk Shine to argue with a teacher.

“Point taken,” Cinch conceded with an arrogant smirk. “I hope your relationship with this … Sunset Shimmer doesn’t hinder your skills,” She quired. The two were close friends, aware of the other’s strengths and weaknesses. Both are the top student in their respective schools.

An amused smirk curled on his features, baring his teeth. “We’re both fighting for the same thing. Sunset Shimmer won’t hold back, and neither will I,” Dusk Shine assured, relaxing his form. Finally, he’ll have a genuine challenge in years.

“I wonder if that Twilight Sparkle girl will show up,” Neon Lights chimed in as they nodded and muttered about the lookalike. Is she as smart as Dusk Shine?

“No, you won’t,” Dusk Shine addressed, taking another piece of cake.

“What makes you so sure?” Sugarcoat questioned, checking her watch. That souffle should be done in five minutes.

“She is me,” Dusk Shine answered nonchalantly, devouring the sweet. They gazed at him with bewildered eyes and eyebrows, kissing their hairline while an oven beeped.

“WHAT?!” Royal Pin shouted, broadly spreading his arms.

“Did I stutter?” Dusk Shine retorted, cleaning his teeth with his tongue. Suri Polomare, Trenderhoof, and Neon Lights shared a look. Welp, at least it wasn’t a changeling.

Cinch arose from her seat. “Dusk Shine, what you do in your spare time is none of my concern as long as it doesn’t harm the school,” She began, her heels clicking with each step. “But would you kindly explain why again?” Cinch questioned. Night Blaze otherworldly eyes flared with rebellion.

“It was during the extended break we had because of the massive plumbing issue earlier this semester,” Dusk Shine explained. The overhead lights blocked her from viewing his eyes.

“Celestia called me, and I relayed the message,” Discord interjected, taking some of the heat off. The headmistress exhaled to herself from the pouching frustration.

“There was a massive internal issue at CHS, and she got my help to investigate before resorting to the police. I had to go incognito,” Dusk Shine went on. The police did help but not enough for a scandal as the culprits went quietly. His shoulders tightened before easing himself. “A smear campaign swirling out of control,” They’ve heard about that through the grapevine. The Anon-a-Miss incident.

“Did you have to dress up like a girl?” Coco Pommel asked.

“Yes,” Dusk Shine stated, pointing to her. “Just look at me and Moon Dancer. I won’t be surprised if there was a Twilight Sparkle somewhere in the world,” He acknowledged the similarities between him and his schoolmate. Over eight billion people in the world, and only a set number of combinations. The possibility is there. “I already looked feminine before my haircut. A simple wardrobe change is an effective tactic,” Dusk Shine messed with his now short hair. The best place to hide is in plain sight and don’t stand out from the crowd.

“Where did you get the clothes? Your mom or something?” Royal Pin and Fleur de Lis taunted.

“No, mine. Most of my clothes are unisex, and the skirt was from Cadance,” Dusk Shine revealed, deflecting their petty insults. “It was surprisingly in my size,” He remarked on how well the garment fit his waist.

“You do have the legs for it,” Cadance commented. She was taken aback by the request but didn’t question it.

“Still need modifications,” Dusk Shine continued, remembering the dress-up. “Your skirts weren’t made for me,” He muttered as his face turned crimson. She pouted too.

“I thought it fit,” Lemon Zest recalled, snacking on a berry.

“It did, but I have my mom’s hips and my dad’s ass,” Dusk Shine announced, gesturing to his body parts. “I have more than what Cadance had at that age,” He teased, patting his thighs. Some of the girls gazed at his rear end. That explains a lot.

“I-...fair point,” Cadance grumbled as it looked incredible on him. Wait, did he return it?

“Why did you help her?” Sugarcoat brought up while Sunny Flare retrieved the souffle. “It was an internal matter,” She weighed in, pondering the enigma of Dusk Shine’s mind. Celestia and Luna should’ve handled it themselves; thus, he had no logical reason to do it. Did they reward him?

“It’s called being a friend,” Dusk Shine answered truthfully under a veil of vitriol. They awkwardly avoided his gaze. “I couldn’t sit and watch it happen, knowing I could do something about it.” He muttered dryly, filled with the anguish of isolation. Sour Sweet hunched her shoulders, observing the oven’s timer.

“It’s called being a traitor, from the way I see it,” Royal Pin accused, roughly taking off his oven mitts. Several people shot a foul glare at Royal Pin, including Cinch, Discord, and Cadance. What the hell is his problem? There was nothing linking Dusk Shine to any form of disloyalty. His allegiance to Crystal Prep is absolute. Other students have friends, family, and even lovers at different schools. Yet Dusk Shine is a ‘traitor’ for assisting someone dear to him. Sour Sweet and Lemon Zest stomped towards him when a mulberry hand pacified them.

“Let me ask you a question,” Dusk Shine said, deepening his voice in a low tone. “Would you do the same for Trixie?” He reckoned, getting into his face.

“What does she have anything to do with this?!” Royal Pin challenged, raising his voice and baring his teeth.

“She’s your cousin, and it’s a simple question,” Dusk Shine goaded, staring blankly at him. Royal Pin refused to answer. The Shadowbolts viewed their azure teammate in disapproval. Why the hesitation? Open your mouth and say yes. “I’ll answer it for you like always,” He lectured before clearing his throat. “You won’t lift a finger to help her,” Dusk Shine answered gutturally as his anger mounted behind the calm mask he wore.

“Yes, I would,” Royal Pin claimed with no conviction in his smug tone. Yeah right.

“Then where the hell were you when she was crying about her father abandoning her and her mother?” Dusk Shine snarled at him. Neon Light slid away from the pale Royal Pin, who bit the inside of his cheek. “Well?” He arched an impatient brow. Royal Pin was a suffocating fish in his attempt to respond. “Typical. You don’t care about anything. Only yourself and whoever can possibly boost your status,” Dusk Shine mocked, frowning at his teammate’s sycophantic nature. No self-respect yet bursting with pride. “If Sunset Shimmer was here, you’ll be the perfect little lapdog as you are with Principal Cinch. Saying yes, ma’am, or right away, Sunset Shimmer,” He belittled, mocking his posh voice. His classmates covered their mouths at the vile disrespect oozing from Dusk Shine’s voice. Veins pulsed on Royal Pin’s neck and forehead while his nostrils flared like a cartoon bull seeing red. A little more should do. “You sail on other’s success because you have nothing you call your own and wonder why you’re always on the B-team. As you’re behind me,” Dusk Shine reproached, jerking his thumb behind him, displaying the gravity of his sentence. The top student’s expression remained neutral, without bravado or cruel amusement. Royal Pin’s anger consumed him as he grabbed Dusk Shine’s apron. Oh. It’s a fight you want? Sour Sweet growled, clenching her fist as Cinch glared at Royal Pin. She’ll have a chat with him and his father. Dusk Shine grabbed the wrist, jerking it in the wrong direction, and pushed Royal Pin off him, creating a small gap. Still holding his wrist, Dusk Shine rotated and forced Royal’s arm into a submissive position against his back. The top student slammed his azure face into the flour-coated counter.

“Woah,” Someone mouthed. Holy shit, that was fast. He was right about being a fighter.

“What the hell are you doing?” Royal Pin struggled against him, only for Dusk Shine to strengthen his hold.

“You started this fight. I’m going to finish it,” The mulberry nerd confirmed as he bent the arm. Royal Pin grunted in pain, gnashing his teeth from the bones and muscles forced out of place. It stopped. “But it won’t be today,” Dusk Shine released his hold, stepping away from his downed opponent. “Thank you for establishing the pecking order with you at the bottom,” He mocked, bowing his head before checking his watch. “Hey, Sour Sweet, how’s our cake looking?” Dusk Shine mentioned shifting his dire mood to casual student.

“It’s almost done,” Sour Sweet informed, masking the tremble in her tone. Why was that? His classmates parted out of his way like the legendary sea as he couched before the heating oven. Some went to check on the humbled Royal Pin.

“I could’ve handled it, Dusk Shine,” Cinch offered with a polished hand on her chest before delivering Royal Pin a frigid sneer behind her glasses. “You shouldn’t have wasted your energy dealing with a barbaric show of insubordination,” She enunciated, shaking her head and folding her arms. Royal Pin arose slowly, wiping the excess flour from his face.

“I know, but what’s stopping him from doing it again?” Dusk Shine questioned, gazing into the oven window. “The Primal Theory suggests despite all of our advancements. We’re still animals. Prone to the same regulations as any social animal. When words fail, actions shall prevail,” He quoted. The vermillion light flickered on his glasses as he waited. Cinch’s heart rate jumped from the statement. His words held a fell vengeance against her and the school. No. Your legacy shall endure for ages long after you’re gone. All the promised boons Cinch provided are enough to placate Dusk Shine for the moment. Maybe she made a few amendments to the school calendar and a few extra benefits to be safe. Her fuschia eyes issued a silent order to Sunny Flare.

“Grrr,” Royal Pin snarled with a rampant surge of magma flowing through his nerves.

“Hey, buddy. Take that bass out of your voice and save the growling for the pound you mutt,” Dusk Shine said in a gruff voice identical to those on the east coast. The swift contrast alarmed everyone sans Cadance in the room. It made Royal Pin smile, knowing that Dusk Shine wasn’t from Canterlot.

“You’re from Manehattan?” Coco Pummel questioned, allowing her hometown accent to slip.

“Nope,” Dusk Shine grabbed a grey towel. “My grandma is from there. I’m a hundred percent Canterlotite,” He explained, blowing on the oven dish and resting it on the counter, allowing it to cool.

“Where are you from?” Trenderhoof asked, using this time to learn more about him

“Luminance Arch,” Dusk Shine replied. Their eyes exploded from their sockets. He won’t tell them that he technically has an ancestral claim to the land.

“Please excuse me,” Royal Pin requested, removing his apron and exiting the room. A raging bellow echoed from the other side of the wall before he returned. The casual atmosphere returned a few moments later.

Indigo Zap stood at one of the ovens, holding a tray of chocolate chip cookies. “Okay, put in the oven at 375 degrees for eight to twelve minutes,” She recalled the instructions.

“Or 750 degrees for half the time,” Discord suggested with a chaotic smile. He raised a glass of chocolate milk.

Dusk Shine paused, spreading the frosting on the cake. “Floor it,” He coaxed, adding to the chaos. His babysitter’s heart dropped to her toenails at the comment.

“Dusk Shine, no!” Cadance yelled, pointing a reprimanding finger at him. Her purple eyes quaked with fear, hoping he’ll listen. No, he won’t. She dug into her pocket and quick-dialed a number.

“I answer to his tolling bell,” Dusk Shine replied cryptically when Indigo Zap closed the oven. 375 degrees for 10 minutes. Cadance exhaled, relieved at the desirable outcome. Dusk Shine and Sour Sweet completed their cake before the oven beeped. He smiled mischievously, grabbing a can of whipped cream and spraying a mini-mountain in his palm. What is he doing? Dusk Shine waited at the door.

“Babe, I’m here. Where’s the fire?!” Shining Armor barged through the door with a fire extinguisher. Does everyone in his family have one?! Dusk Shine flung the whipped cream into his older brother’s face. “...Really?” He deadpanned with his face covered. “Are you proud of yourself?” His arms were crossed, towering over him like a stern parent.

“Yep,” Dusk Shine beamed. “We got cookies, cake, and brownies,” He gestured to the sweets.

“Nice,” Shining Armor followed him for the food. That makes the trip.

“That was kinda weird,” Jet Set remarked, sharing a piece of cake with Upper Crust.

“You don’t have siblings do you?” Moon Dancer calculated, washing her hands. The two shook their heads.

“This is how siblings bond,” Sour Sweet interjected, watching the family eat.

“You have siblings?” Lemon Zest questioned. The two nodded. She didn’t know that, but then again, she never asked.

“Moon Dancer has an older sister, while Sour Sweet has a twin sister,” Dusk Shine answered, munching a cookie.

“A twin?” Lemon Zest shuddered at the thought of two Sour Sweets.

“Sweeten Sour. She’s on the CHS marching band,” Sour Sweet replied before glaring at Royal Pin. “I don’t see you calling me a traitor,” She retorted, flicking her fork at him, who stayed quiet.

“Oh, my,” Suri Polomare purred, biting her lower lip. Her face matched her cake’s frosting. What is she watching? The girl flustered at Dusk Shine tantalizingly eating a cupcake. His shiny teeth peeled the cupcake’s skirt for that delicious cake. Dusk Shine’s succulent lips meet the vanilla-flavored sweet with half-lidded eyes. Oh, they wished they were that cupcake. His tongue removed evidence of the meal, leaving a glossy shine on his lips.

“What?” Dusk Shine swallowed, acknowledging the stares.

“Ah um, can you uh,” Suri Polomare stammered, her cheeks still a brilliant scarlet.

“If you’re wondering if I can eat a girl like that,” Dusk Shine predicted, covering his mouth as a burp crept up his throat. “It depends on how much I like you or for the right price,” He proposed.

“You probably shouldn’t have said that,” Night Blaze advised. Suri Polomare rummaged through her pocket. Oh, fuck, she’s doing it. She went to his side, sliding an orate card to him. Sour Sweet grabbed her by the shirt collar and carried her away. However, the archer desired the same as her.

“If he’s anything like his father/brother,” Cinch and Cadance cooed, recalling amorous memories.

“You and my dad used to….” Dusk Shine whispered, imagining the scene with a slack jaw. Cinch smiled while eating a brownie. He narrowed his eyes, making a disgusted expression. “I’m out,” He raised his hands, losing his appetite. “I’m heading to the vending machine,” Dusk Shine removed his apron and hung it on a hook.

“Same here,” Sunny Flare grumbled, sharing the same stomach-churning as he did from that image. The prime students exited the room with a few others.

They ambled down the hall as the ten-minute bell rang. Lunch is almost done, but not for them. Moon Dancer searched through Ponygram for Sunset Shimmer’s profile.

“Did you find it yet?” Upper Crust questioned. They wanted to know what this girl looked like.

“Give me a second,” Moon Dancer grumbled, typing all possible combinations of usernames. Account private. “Shit,” She groaned. Wait, there’s another one. “Found it,” Moon Dancer smiled as they crowded around her.

“Damn, she’s a babe,” Trenderhoof marveled at Sunset’s beauty. She meets all of his marks and more. This is Dusk Shine’s best friend? They expected her to be a nerd like him, not a punk rocker. He found the bisexual flag in her bio. Oh. No one was in her profile picture. “I’m shooting my shot,” He copied the username, pressing the direct message icon when a dark aura rested on his shoulder.

“Hey Trenderhoof, can I talk to you for a second?” Dusk Shine smiled brightly. His arm repositioned around Trenderhoof’s neck. Oh, fuck, he’s in so much trouble.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Trenderhoof pleaded; panic froze his body. His violet eyes screamed for help. None of them wanted to take that risk.

“Why would I hurt you?” Dusk Shine consoled gently, opening his lifeless eyes. “Do you have a reason why I should?” He probed, tightening his hold almost in a one-armed chokehold.

“Um,” Trenderhoof said, anxiety flowing down his gamboge face. What color is gamboge? Oh, it can be either orange or brown.

“Well, let’s talk in private, shall we?” Dusk Shine advised, dragging the poor student away into an adjacent hallway. They caught an earshot of the conversation but couldn’t hear because of the distance. Something about women being Trenderhoof’s fatal flaw. The two returned with Trenderhoof paler than a bleached skeleton. “Let’s never have that conversation again, okay?” Dusk Shine grinned, patting the quaking haunted Trenderhoof on the back. He left. They wanted to ask Trenderhoof what he said but did they want to know?

Sunny Flare beat and shook the vending machine. “Come on, you piece of junk!” She snarled, glaring at the prize of cheese-flavored chips. It rested at an angle, taunting her, knowing how much she wanted it.

“I got this,” Dusk Shine offered his assistance. Her bug-eyed expression watched him lift the vending machine and shake it.

“Oh yeah, I forgot he can do that,” Moon Dancer and Sour Sweet whispered, marveling at his strength. They gawped at them. Forgot?! Dusk Shine wiped the sweat from his brow, passing the bag to Sunny Flare.

“Thanks,” She smiled, opening the bag. Dusk Shine nodded, stepping in front of the drink machine. He smacked the front in a series of precise hits. It rumbled, ejecting his chosen beverage.

“You want one too?” Dusk Shine asked, turning the green bottle cap

“Hand me a raspberry rush,” Sunny Flare chewed. He nodded, using a different pattern of strikes. The bottle popped out. “Cheers,” They toasted before walking off. The Shadowbolts ogled them with slack jaws. Did they become friends?

Neon Lights attempt the same pattern but to no avail. “Damn cheat codes,” He grumbled, reaching for his wallet. They returned to the Home ec room for their lunch. Several moments passed with the utensils washed. They chatted and enjoyed their lunch, passing the time until the end of school. “You need a knife, Sugarcoat?” Lemon Zest asked her stoic teammate with peanut butter and crackers. They should have a few spares.

“I have a spoon,” Sugarcoat answered, holding the silver object.

“So you’re going to use the spoon’s round ass, then?” Lemon Zest remarked, arching her confused brow.

Dusk Shine snickered, covering his mouth. “I’m sorry,” He chuckled, barely holding his laughter. Okay, this is getting weird. His classmates observed him shift through several moods in the last hour. Serenely indifferent was the default. Cruelly dominant with a hint of manipulation with Royal Pin. Now Dusk Shine is genuinely laughing at Lemon Zest’s comment. “Don’t even think about Dean Cadance,” Dusk Shine warned his beaming sister-in-law.

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” She retorted in a sing-song voice. Shining Armor shared a similar expression.

“I was born at night, not last night,” Dusk Shine argued, getting his lunch container. The two adults chuckled when a savory tomato aroma tickled their noses.

“Wait, is that dad’s bolognese pasta?” Shining Armor asked, his eyes shimmering in hungry.

“No, it’s mine,” Dusk Shine corrected, stirring the pasta with his pasta. “I recreated the recipe,” He stated. The sauce had a darker hue compared to his father’s variant. “Hurry up and take some,” Dusk Shine sighed, observing his brother’s face.

“You can cook?” Sunny Flare acknowledged as the brothers shared the meal.

“Who doesn’t?” Dusk Shine shrugged, answering between his chews. It’s an essential life skill. Some of their hands went up. “To me, there’s no difference between my experiments and cooking,” He revealed the mindset behind his skills. You have your instructions, utensils, and an established end result. “Except mom and dad allow it in the house per my rules,” Dusk Shine smiled.

“What sauce do you use for it?” Cinch asked, wondering about his culinary skills.

“I make my own using our garden,” Dusk Shine answered.

“You garden?” Suri Polomare questioned. He doesn’t seem like the person who’ll get on his knees getting dirty under the hot sun.

“Botany is a science, and … it reminds us of our grandmother,” Dusk Shine confessed with downcast eyes. They recalled his mournful words about his horrible aunt Cozy Glow. “We never got a chance to meet, so this is our way of honoring her,” He continued softly when Sunny Flare rested a sympathetic palm on his shoulder.

“So what about these rules,” Discord diverted the conversation to brighter areas.

“The Decrees of Dusk!” Shining Armor exclaimed. Dusk Shine covered his face at the enthusiasm. “A set of oaths signed by yours truly,” He wrapped his muscular arm around his little brother’s neck.

“Dusk Shine’s not allowed to use the oven unsupervised,” Cadance announced, reciting some of the rules.

“I still think that should be amended,” Dusk Shine grumbled. It’s been ten years already.

“If Dusk Shine starts running, you better start running too,” Cadance resumed, stressing about the running. She brought a comfortable pair of slip-on shoes whenever they went out.

“That’s a rule?” Indigo Zap asked.

“Yes!” The married couple declared. “Dusk Shine is great at risk assessment. If he’s running away from something. You don’t ask questions and follow him,” Cadance explained, where he inadvertently saved them or found something better during family trips.

“There was one time Dusk Shine ran away from … someone when we were at the mall,” Shining Armor recalled. They saw him blitz across the food court, yelling at them to hurry up. No questions asked. He doesn’t remember who the person was. “I think it was a girl,”

“Your ex?” Discord asked.

“Not my ex,” Dusk Shine stressed on the specifics. She was technically Sunset’s ex, but he didn’t want to make assumptions. His phone buzzed. “Hello? Hey uncle” He answered the phone, nodding as Cozy Glow’s ex-husband spoke on the line. “Got it,” The call ended.

“Cozy Glow?” Shining Armor deadpanned, predicting the nature of the call. Granddad relayed a message that his eldest child encountered a few issues in Ponyville.

“Yep,” Dusk Shine replied

“Not our problem,” The brothers and Cadance shrugged. Everyone agreed with that assessment. You don’t state in court that you should’ve killed them when you had the chance, expecting them to help you still. Life doesn’t work that way.

“Did something happen to her?” Discord grinned, hoping for some juicy gossip.

“Karma for the pseudo-feminist,” Cadance bit into a brownie.

“Pseudo-feminist?” Cinch quiered.

“Okay, she wants the rights and benefits but none of the responsibilities,” Dusk Shine explained, wiping his mouth. “Let’s take you, for example,” He gestured to his principal. “You’re an independent, wealthy, sophisticated, reasonably attractive, and well-established woman,” Dusk Shine described without any pointless flattery. She smirked as he listed her traits. “My aunt wants to be you, but she doesn’t want to put in the effort to be you,” He divulged. “She’s fine piggybacking on my uncle,” Dusk Shine scoffed at the entitlement.

“Oh, she’s one of those chicks!” Indigo Zap grumbled; they nodded to confirm. “Let me guess. She offered to be a maid during the divorce, huh?”

“Basically,” Dusk Shine confirmed. Night Blaze checked his nails, grumbling how swiftly pride turned to pleading. Cozy Glow used that tactic before. “We don’t have simps in our family,”

“Well…” Shining Armor blushed, rubbing the back of his head while Cadance smiled.

“You two get a pass,” Dusk Shine assured, pointing at the couple. “I’ll admit, you do have an ideal, almost fairytale-like relationship,” He muttered, keeping his pride intact. Both held Cheshire's grin at his comment.

“Come on, you had at least one simp in your family,” Lemon Zest commented.

“We almost did,” Dusk Shine responded. “My cousin, Frost Star, during the spring break last year before my hair got long,” He started his story, pointing to his hair. “He liked this girl called Sandy Aurora, but I could see that she didn’t like him back, and he didn’t have the spine to ask her out,” Dusk Shine said. Oh, it’s one of those situations. “I tried to convince him since she took several days to respond,” He fumed at how delusional Frost Star was. Come on, take a freaking hint. Some of the guys nodded, wincing at the information. Fleur De Lis did something similar, but at least she was upfront. “I proposed an experiment,”

“Which was?” Discord rotated his hand, wanting the story to advance.

“I asked her out,” Dusk Shine shrugged nonchalantly. “Wasn’t that hard,” He claimed. Sour Sweet’s eyes twitched at his casual statement. Really?! Not that hard?!

“Nice,” The guys gave him a thumbs-up for taking the lead.

“While Frost Star asked someone else to go to the fair with us. It worked,” Dusk Shine continued the tale. “Best scenario, she ignored it or was one of those weirdos that don’t want him but don’t want anyone to have him,” He rolled his eyes, taking a scoop of his pasta. “Don’t remember. He’s happy with the girl he took to the fair,”

“Hey, match-making is my thing,” Cadance joked. Shining armor chuckled, kissing his darling wife on the cheek.

“If you two want to get weird,” Dusk Shine groaned. “Please go to room 339,” He waved them off like a neglectful parent dismissing their child. His classmates blushed at the comment. He knows about room 339?

“How do you know about that room?” Cadance asked, narrowing her purple eyes. It’s the classic room in all high schools where students want to get intimate. The school barely uses that room anymore. They typically use it as a detention room or to store supplies.

“What is he talking about?” Shining Armor questioned.

“Of course, you don’t know about it, you virgin,” Dusk Shine belittled. His brother used his room when he and Cadance wanted a ‘study’ date.

“I have a daughter,” Shining Armor deadpanned, ignoring the petty insult.

“And is that supposed to mean something to me?” Dusk Shine arched his brow.

“When you do have sex, you’ll realize that it isn’t that important,” Shining Armor advised, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“How do you know that I haven’t had sex?” Dusk Shine argued, narrowing his studious eyes. Some stared at Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet, judging them. If someone took his virginity, then it was those two. Also, Lemon Zest.

“Look at you!” Shining Armor shouted, pointing at him.

“Look at you!” Dusk Shine countered.

“If you two fight, I’ll call your grandmother,” Cadance warned, sternly glaring at the two. The brothers stopped their bickering. “He started it,” They pointed at each other. Cadance rolled her eyes at the brothers.

“Whatever, I’m stealing some stuff for Flurry,” Dusk Shine announced, pointing to the table.

“You know she’s not supposed to, right?” Cadance reminded.

“Do I care?” Dusk Shine, rubbing his chin. “Yes, but she’s a child; let her live a little,” He consoled before heading to one of the tables. Cake or cookies? Both.

“Anyone wants to see Dusk Shine being adorable with his niece?” Cadance whispered, teasing and holding her phone. Several hands were raised. She smiled, activating her phone, and scrolled through the photos. They cooed at the younger Dusk Shine, bonding with his niece. His gentle smile and her jovial expression showed unconditional love as she snuggled into his arms. Some of the girls' ovaries roared at Dusk Shine’s parental capabilities. Dusk Shine peaked over his shoulder. Why are they looking at him like that? Lemon Zest smiled at him, tucking a lock of her green hair behind one of her ears.

Oh boy.

The bell rang for the end of the school day. Cinch asked for Dusk Shine to come with her to her office. He did. She handed him a box, explaining it was from a benefactor who looked forward to his progress. Dusk Shine took it. He examined it upon returning home. An amulet? His fingers grazed the other layer, heat surging throughout his body. Spike’s barks snapped him out of it. How long was he out? His parents returned, bringing dinner with them.

For the first time in ages, Dusk Shine didn’t hear Night Blaze.

Several days later. Principal Cinch authorized a conditioning session for the second portion of the games. The Shadowbolts gathered at the soccer field once the track team left. A few faculty members and students from the Fitness initiative were also there, using this period to work out. Cinch and Cadance included. They chose Zumba for this week. Shining Armor blew a whistle alerting the Shadowbolts. “Alright, everyone, run a few laps, then get split into groups,” He instructed, wearing a royal blue tracksuit. The students jogged around the verdant field; some lingered behind the group, aware that they wouldn't be the final six bringing victory to the school. Shining Armor allowed them to listen to music while they ran. Good music equals a great workout, enabling them to get in the zone. Lemon Zest didn’t need to be told twice, creating a reinvigorating custom playlist combining her and Dusk Shine’s songs. Anything to get the blood pumping. They started to sweat under the glowing sun as the laps prolonged. Few groaned, opting to walk. This is worse than their actual gym class. Indigo Zap led the pack, taking controlled breaths to refuel her body. No music for this girl. The only music she’s jamming to is her thundering heartbeat. A purple blur blitzed passed, overtaking the passionate athlete. Her gamboge eyes widened at the identity.

“Dusk Shine?” Indigo Zap questioned the accelerating top student turning at the corner. She smiled, forcing more energy into her lower body. He’s not leaving her in his dust. Damn, did he get bulkier? The other Shadowbolts copied Zap’s idea. Dusk Shine’s headphones blared a series of more aggressive songs, fueling his body to power through the laps. His feet pounded against the grass, keeping his proper running form. Eyes forward, core engaged, and light footsteps avoid heel striking. It’s how he maintained an A in gym class. But. Why is he showing off? Dusk Shine never cared for showboating his athletic skills. He’s aware that his body wasn’t designed for strenuous physical labor but is capable of doing so. The heavy electric riffs clashed with his stoic expression, sensing Indigo Zap and the A-team catching up behind. His eyes widened for a brief moment. How does he know that? No, wait. Indigo Zap is a competitively determined woman. Seeing him, an academic to his core, bypass her while running laps ignited that competitive spirit. Yes, that’s it. Dusk Shine relaxed, finding an explanation as he lapped some of the students.

“Does anyone else feel this is a weird representation of how Dusk Shine is always ahead of us?” Trenderhoof mentioned, observing the stars of their school pulling ahead of them. Dusk Shine led the vanguard of the elites, followed by the smirking Indigo Zap and the focused Sour Sweet. The rearguard consists of Lemon Zest, Sugarcoat, and Sunny Flare.

“Yep,” They blankly remarked while briskly jogging. Cinch’s stern glare chilled their bones, forcing them to make haste. The whistle blew again, much to the student's relief. Time for a break. They dragged themselves to the benches: their faces were drenched in sweat, puffing with burning lungs and steaming, aching muscles. Moist water bottles were distributed from a blocky cooler. Moon Dancer muttered thanks, accepted the beverage from Coco Pummel, and guzzled the refreshingly cool drink. They used the interlude for small talk while others retrieved and installed the equipment. Moon Dancer’s dark purple eyes glared at the A-team, barring Dusk Shine, as he chatted with them. Why is he being so chummy with them? Was Dusk Shine simply polite? He was always like that since they were kids. Her jaw muscles rigidified, viewing Indigo Zap and Lemon Zest within Dusk Shine’s personal space. Get the fuck away from him! She crumpled the plastic bottle in her grasp, watching Lemon Zest and Dusk Shine chat, probably asking what type of music he was playing. That green-haired, headbanging, irresponsible hedonist should be the last person getting friendly with Dusk Shine. Lemon Zest chased throughout the school like the rabid beast she was. Forced herself onto him like a harlot, warping his brain to achieve her goal. It succeeded. Now she’s worming her way into his life like nothing happened. Moon Dancer roughly considered Fleur De Lis to be a better choice. Roughly! She groaned, taking another sip. Why would someone as amazing as Dusk Shine ever be with dullards and bitches when he can have a nice girl like her? Jesus fucking Christ, I feel gross from that writing that sentence. Ugh, all for characterization.

“Everyone pair up and practice your aim,” Shining Armor instructed the students, gesturing to the recurve bows and arrow satchels rack. A row of targets was ready to be penetrated by their bards. Sour Sweet provided basic instructions before delivering a textbook bullseye shot straight in the center. Their applause erected a slight curl of her lips, peeking over her shoulder like a model in a swimsuit beach photo. Did he see her? Dusk Shine focused on adjusting his posture while examining the weight and feel of his chosen bow. Sour Sweet sighed before barking orders to the slackers of the team. Particularly Trenderhoof ogling the females practicing their Zumba. The Shadowbolts shot their arrows, some being luckier than others. Something rustled in the nearby bushes with a hushed voice attempting to silence another.

“What the hell?” Dusk Shine muttered, glaring at the shrubs. He lowered his bow, scanning for the culprits. A boom mic? The top student approached the green line, concluding it wasn’t a fellow student.

“Dusk Shine?” Sour Sweet questioned, recognizing that glimmer in his eyes. He placed a finger to his lips, pointing to the greenery. She nodded, waiting for him to finish his work. Shining Armor caught the gesture as well. His amethyst eyes discovered a cloud of deep magenta cotton candy and a wild rainbow streak. Dusk Shine’s steps were as silent as a disheveled grave. The two girls were ignorant of his presence, and one scolded the other on the meaning of stealth.

“We're trying to spy on them! Do you even know what the word "spy" means?” Rainbow Dash muttered gruffly. She watched them continue their archery. Her annoyance flared. “It means being sneaky! It means not being seen! It means-” Rainbow Dash stood up with shut eyes.

“Being quiet/BEING QUIET,” Dusk Shine finished the sentence with her. Everyone turned their attention to the yelling. The energetic Latin music occupied the silence. “Can we help you with something?” Dusk Shine asked, looming over the two Canterlot high students.

“Oh no,” Rainbow Dash whispered, beads of cold sweat cascading on her cerulean grayish skin. Her cerise pupils shrunk into pinpricks at their situation. Not only did she get exposed by Crystal Prep. It was by their top student too. Oh, fuck, that’s the Dean. OH, DOUBLE FUCK! Principal Cinch was here as well, glaring at them. “This can’t get any worse,” Rainbow Dash predicted. Oh. You just broke Murphy’s law. It can always get worse. Her toned heart dropped to her butthole, glazing over to the side. Is the fucking police captain? Why is he here?! Sunset Shimmer’s words about Dusk Shine’ echoed in her brain. They’re brothers.

“We’re in trouble,” Pinkie Pie squeaked, picking up the bush. “RUN!” She screamed, twirling her legs like the roadrunner before dashing off. Rainbow Dash smiled sheepishly before following Pinkie Pie. The Shadowbolts shrugged and scratched their heads at the situation. What just happened?

“Should we follow them?” Sugarcoat asked. Indigo Zap perked up at the suggestion.

Shining Armor shook his head. “Nah, Dusk Shine got this,” He smiled with folded arms and gestured to the parking lot. “Watch,” The Shadowbolts did, arching their brows while Dusk Shine got into a running start. His muscles tensed, taking a deep breath as the intruders continued to their escape. Three, two, one. Dusk Shine blitzed across the field, leaving a dirt and grass trail behind him, hopping over the fence like a hurdle.

“WHAT?!” They yelled at his starling speed. He’s a hunter on the prowl; none will escape him. “Where was this?!” Some of them demanded to know this alarming running speed.

“He was on the track team when we were kids,” Sour Sweet explained. Dusk Shine wasn’t a star member, as his academic awards overshadowed those feats. Their dumbfounded eyes honed in on Dusk Shine.

“If he could do this, why didn’t he join the track team?” Jet Set remarked. They nodded, wondering about the wasted potential.

“So you can hate him even more?” Sour Sweet sneered, hushing them as they frowned. “Thought so,” She muttered, prolonging her sour glare. He didn’t need more bullshit from his so-called schoolmates. Shining Armor examined her answer. Dusk Shine told him he was rejected from the team despite meeting the requirements.

“Do we lose them?” Rainbow Dash huffed as they neared the basketball. Pinkie Pie shrugged, still holding the bush. She glanced over her shoulder and grinned. “I think we lost them,”

“Well, you thought wrong,” Dusk Shine corrected in a deadpan tone, startling the two. They stopped on a dime, falling on their butts. Their hearts raced at his sudden appearance. How did he catch up with them?! “Your Sunset’s friends, right? Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash,” Dusk Shine calculated, denouncing their identities.

“What, are you a spy or something?” Rainbow Dash snarled. The pot calling the kettle black

“You have rainbow hair, and she’s literally pink,” Dusk Shine retorted, pointing to their features with a blank expression. She smells like sweet vanilla. “Also she’s Sunset’s best friend at your school,” He continued.

“Oh…,” Rainbow Dash cringed at the obvious answer. She gazed at his strong arms and legs. Huh. Egghead was more muscular than she thought.

“Dusk Shine,” Shining Armor called out, waving for him to return. The younger brother nodded.

“Tell Sunset she’s a hacker,” Dusk Shine ordered before walking off. The two shrugged at the request but didn’t question it. It’s time to run.

Moon Dancer positioned herself to take another shot. None of them hit the center. “Okay, deep breathes,” The arrow jetted towards the target, but it bounced off the others into the trees like a pinball. “Uh, no,” She fretted as the barb altered its path to them.

“ROUGE ARROW!” Indigo Zap warned, alarming everyone at the ricocheting bolt. They jumped to the grass, covering their heads, waiting for the threat to pass.

“Is everyone okay?” Shining Armor asked after a few seconds. He raised his head, scanning the field for the missing barb. “Where did it go?” The police captain wondered as they stood up, searching for it. Was it lodged in a tree’s dark brown trunk or somewhere in the nearby shrubs where those two girls were hiding?

Lemon Zest stood brushing the loose soil and grass off her legs. Her amber eyes panned for the projectile. Looking away, she glanced at Dusk Shine before her alarmed eyes widened with a double take. “HOLY SHIT, DUSK SHINE, ARE YOU OKAY?!” She yelled, terror constricting her bombastic voice like an annoying tie. Everyone sharply turned their heads at the school’s prized student. The rainbow of faces bleached at Dusk Shine’s condition. Cadance and Shining Armor gingerly paced toward Dusk Shine with their open hands at chest level, ready to catch him.

“Yeah, I’m fine; why?” Dusk Shine questioned, raising his eyebrow when a dull tinge pulsed in his left shoulder. His confused eyes followed their alarmed gazes, staring blankly at the discovery. “Oh….” There’s the missing dart lodged into his shoulder. “That’s not good,” Dusk Shine acknowledged, blinking owlishly at the dire situation. It pierced the breathable, thin cloth, but Moon Dancer’s insufficient strength prevented the tip from digging into his supple skin.

“Yah think?!” Sour Sweet bellowed at his injury, discarding her gear, and rushed to assess his wound. She stopped before him, analyzing the rouge train of factors steamrolling through her brain. The archer circled him, relieved that it didn’t puncture through to the other side of his shoulder. Shit, did it hit a primary vein or artery?!

“Dude, just … stay calm, okay; we’ll uh get the nurse,” Lemon Zest stuttered, attempting to midgate the situation. Her bombastic voice was rife with fear, unable to compete with her heart’s BPM. Some began to step back to start their search.

“Nah, I got this,” Dusk Shine retorted, halting their medical retrieval. He grabbed the arrow’s shaft, grunting while removing the needle-like head from his shoulder meat. A small hole marking its unintended target. “You want this back, Moon Dancer?” The star student questioned, nonchalantly holding the arrow in the air like a trophy while rotating the stinging deltoid muscle. A single trickle of sanguine fluid escaped from the tiny opening. It trailed down his skin before his pant fabric absorbed the warm life force.

“Um, no, thank you,” Moon Dancer fretted with an anxious headshake. She pressed the bow against her body, shielding herself from Sour Sweet and Cinch’s murderous glare. Nothing can be said to mitigate the damage.

“You sure?” Dusk Shine requested, twirling the projectible between his dexterous fingers. Moon Dancer nodded like a hyperactive pogo-stick on a trampoline. No, thank you. They observed his casual demeanor with concerned interest. Dusk Shine took an arrow to the shoulder and removed it like an old bandage. Either he’s made out of sturdier material, or his adrenaline levels are in overdrive.

“Sour Sweet, Sunnyflare, would you kindly check his injury, please?” Cinch instructed the two in a gritty tone. “While I have a little talk with Moon Dancer,” The stern matron fumed, sneering at the plain girl.

“Yes, Principal Cinch,” They obeyed their principal as she beckoned the fearful Moon Dancer to follow her with her finger. The trio went to one of the sturdy benches and sat as Shining Armor handed the girls a red and white medical kit.

“Are you okay, Dusk?” Shining Armor questioned; the elder brother worried for the younger one

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Dusk Shine answered disinterestedly right when the pain subsided. “I’m already dead inside,” He shrugged at the reply, his dead doll-like eyes shimmering under the luminescent sun.

“You’re one-third hot sauce, several kilograms of hay burgers, and a library of science and fantasy trivia,” Shining Armor countered with a blank expression.

“And you damn right,” Dusk Shine confirmed, pointing at his older brother. Shining Armor chuckled, shaking his head as he walked off. “I handle this myself,” The prime student said as they sat with him, searching for bandages in the medical box.

“Seriously?” Sunny Flare fumed, narrowing her eyes at his insolent independence. “You got shot in your freaking shoulder right before the Friendship Games,” She chastised with a sharp gesture at the tiny hole in his flesh, attempting to convince him to accept their help. Why was Dusk Shine apprehensive about their support? “We need our best student in prime condition,” Sunny Flare softened her posh tone in the negotiation. They’re a team, right?

“Yeah, so just zip it,” Sour Sweet snarled, holding a roll of medical bandages before frowning. “And … let us help you, Dusk Shine …,” She replied with downcast eyes, softening his stern expression. “...Please,” Sour Sweet pleaded in the brittle tone of a repentant spouse, desperately longing for the greener pastures once again. Her focused and defiant eyes were unable to make contact with him. Sunny Flare’s face wrinkled in confusion at their interaction. Dusk Shine being standoffish that’s normal. However, Sour Sweet appears small, evensubmissive and pleading. That was not normal. Sunny Flare considered Sour Sweet one of her friends. The archer was competitive, bold, skilled, and always had her eyes on the target. To see her like this … is unnerving. What happened between these two? Sunny Flare sneered at her mother, believing she had something to do with it.

“Fine,” Dusk Shine resigned, his body eased to her reassurance. “I don’t have much choice,” He exhaled, pushing up his glasses.

“No, you don’t,” Sunny Flare commanded like a captain lecturing their subordinate. “Take off your shirt so we can see,” She added. The faster they can patch him, the faster they can go home and finalize the games.

“Ugh…” Dusk Shine groaned, rolling his eyes as he maneuvered to discard the shirt, leaving it at the side. The girls' pupils dilated at his tantalizingly lithe arm muscles, highlighted by his black tank top. Dusk Shine took excellent care of his body. A healthy mind requires a healthy body. Sour Sweet broke out of the spell to resume her task. She lowered the shoulder strap to evaluate the puncture. It’s small, barely a few millimeters wide. A superficial wound at best, given stalled blood flow.

“Disinfectant,” The archer requested, putting her hand out. Sunny Flare nodded, searching for the items. She passed the clear rectangular bottle and a bundle of cotton balls. “This might sting a bit,” Sour Sweet warned gently, squirting the sterile antiseptic onto a cotton ball.

“Mhm,” Dusk Shine said indifferently. The mild stinging of antiseptic committing genocide on his cut’s bacteria didn’t fire off any pain receptors. His dull amethyst examined the field while Sour Sweet worked, softly reapplying the disinfectant to a damp cotton ball. Cinch callously scolded Moon Dancer away from anyone to prevent eavesdropping. Poor girl. She’s shuddering like a child who stubbornly refused to wear a jacket per their mother’s advice. Dusk Shine couldn’t decipher what Cinch told her. Whatever the sadistic lecture was, it couldn’t be pleasant. Who can blame her? If it was some random background character on any other day. The punishment would be considerably less severe: Mandatory stern lectures on safety, detention, and some form of probation. However, it happened with Dusk Shine, her top student, before the imminent Friendship games. He’s Crystal Prep Academy’s golden ticket to another glorious victory, establishing their superiority over Canterlot High. The headmistress spoke in a low, controlled frigid voice that shifted molten tungsten into liquid helium. Moon Dancer enclosed herself in a shell, attempting to weather Cinch’s cruel reprimanding. Some bystanders edged away from the disciplinary action while resuming their activities. It’s the first time they’ve seen Cinch angry. Frustrated and/or aggravated would be a more accurate description. Her ominous sneer harbored a cold fury as she reprimanded Moon Dancer, aware that she should know better than to make such a reckless mistake. Cinch made swift and light hand gestures towards the nodding Moon Dancer, her archery equipment, and Dusk Shine. They could predict the logical branch for the headmistress’s dialogue tree. The chastising route was guilt-tripping Moon Dancer for harming her friend; it’ll be her fault if they lose.

“How could you do this to your friend, Moon Dancer? It would be a shame we lose because Dusk Shine’s injury prevents him from focusing,”

“Rise your arm,” Sour Sweet instructed as he followed the order showing off the smooth purple underarm. Dusk Shine’s antiperspirant blocked any foul body odor from their workout.“Is it too tight?” She asked in a worried and gentle tone, wrapping the surgical tape around his shoulder. The wound created abstract art of red blotches splattered throughout the white fabric.

“No, it’s fine,” Dusk Shine replied as she gave one final wrap in a firm binding across his shoulder. Sunny Flare handed Sour Sweet a pair of scissors to remove the excess like a piece of fat from a slab of red meat. CPA’s number two student observed her teammate provide medical assistance to Dusk Shine as she watched from the sidelines following Sour Sweet’s orders. It’s the logical choice,as Sunny Flare doesn’t have the experience to treat the wound. Her cerise eyes darted over to Cinch, still scolding Moon Dancer. However, her mother would begrudgingly agree with that reasoning but won’t like it for a moment. Sunny Flare exhaled, predicting another rebuke from Cinch after this. Trixie Lulamoon, Lemon Zest, Sunset Shimmer, and Sour Sweet.

“Great…,” Sunny Flare grumbled to herself for another perceived failure in Cinch’s eyes. All these girls were strong, gorgeous, intelligent, and capable women. Her lips quivered, outlining her still-developing body. Was…Was she good enough? Sunny Flare simultaneously cares and doesn’t care about it. Her mind couldn’t decipher the turbulent emotions whirling through her brain. She should be grateful for the girls. They can take Dusk Shine off her hands, ruining Cinch’s matchmaking plans. However, it’s possibly Sunny Flare’s only chance for unconditional congratulations from Cinch. A simple ‘Good job.’ Those two words from a parent have a tremendous impact on the child’s mind. She gazed at Dusk Shine, wondering how times he received praise from his family regardless if he succeeded while internally counting Cinch’s appreciation of her. He said he’ll consider dating her once he’s out of Crystal Prep and away from Cinch’s influence. Winning the Friendship Games is Sunny Flare’s only option. Hopefully, Dusk Shine visits often. Doubt it.

“There all done,” Sour Sweet whispered, securing the seal on the wrappings. Her hand lingered on his clavicle, both holding a gaze. Her gentle indigo eyes gazed into his dignified amethyst ones, reminiscing on their youth. Before Crystal Prep and his ascension to the top student rank invoked his social isolation. A kindling of longing held firm in their eyes as his skin radiated a soothing heat under her touch. Perhaps they'd been more than simple friends without the suffocating egotism of Crystal Prep. Cadance bridged her eyebrows while observing this tender moment between them. Sunny Flare gawked at the two, bewildered by their interaction, as they ignored her like the first slice of bread. Were they going to kiss? Their faces illuminated a healthy bright pink, examing the other’s sweet lips.

“Thanks,” Dusk Shine arose, breaking the stare. He rotated his shoulder to examine her handiwork with his shirt clutched between his fingers.

“Yeah,” Sour Sweet muttered as she secured all objects in their assigned spaces. The other half of the Shadowbolts approached them. Their eyes filled with worry for their teammate as his hollow void spaces acknowledged. Dusk Shine doesn’t believe it. He’s cognizant of his role as Crystal Prep’s top student, a smooth ride to another victory. Especially now, they have a chance of losing for the first time in decades. This ‘distress’ for his safety is nothing but a farce glimmer of self-preservation. Victory is the only thing that’s important to them. Sure, a squad of gorgeous women displaying worry for you is an engaging experience solemnly found in reality. Great pay, improved accommodations, and Sunny Flare as his assistant sweetened by implied physical relations. Those boons can pacify anyone. Wealth, prestige, influence, the warm body of a loyal servant who’ll bear his children. All were there. It’s routine as the sunshine during a radiant summer.He wasn’t a fool, perfectly aware of Cinch’s double-sided miasma. A comfy illusion leaving him indebted to her, the chains bound to his wrists and Sunny Flare for Cinch to tug, herding them on the path she wanted. His amethyst eyes blackened as the incomprehensible void of space, inspecting Cinch, concluding her brutal lecture. She aimed her authoritative finger at him, directing the submissive Moon Dancer as if she’s been given the death penalty. Fine, he’ll play your game.

“Dude, are you feeling okay?” Lemon Zest worried, still shaken by the incident. Woah, his arms were chiseled lilac marble.

“I had worse,” Dusk Shine confessed, poking the tender spot, indifferent to the pain. It won’t stop him from achieving his mission of getting the fuck out of this Crystal Prison. “I fell off my roof a few times,” He chuckled when Cadance yelled at him to get off and how he even got up there.

“Please tell me it was your shed,” Sour Sweet pleaded, creasing her forehead with concern. He avoided the question, deciding to be mute. They raised their brows from Sour Sweet’s information. How did she know that he had a shed? Mhm… a likely educated guess because of Dusk Shine and his family gardens.

“Um…Dusk Shine,” Moon Dancer muttered with the confidence of a shaky leaf during an erratic storm. Cinch stood from a distance with crossed arms and a childish pout. She turned her nose, walking off to conduct her post-workout stretching. Sour Sweet and the other Shadowbolts blocked Moon Dancer from getting closer. They can’t risk another injury. Dusk Shine slipped past them, standing in front of his old classmate. Her face inflamed into a blooming rose at his physique, looking up at those glamorous violet stones. She has always seen him in casual business-style attire, disguising his slender form. Dusk Shine’s well-developed build was on full display for her sheepish enjoyment. “I wanted to apolog-” She started when his gentle hand rested on her head.

“It’s cool, Moon Dancer,” Dusk Shine smiled as he patted her hair. Some of them pouted, grumbling his affection, wanting head pats too. A shrill whistle echoed throughout the soccer field.

“Alright, everyone, let’s wrap it up,” Shining Armor instructed as the sun lowered in the background creating a shimmering sea of calming yellow and orange. They dismantled and gathered the equipment for the next few minutes. Dusk Shine carried a few duffle bags filled with arrows, and whatever was left by the track, field, and soccer team from the earlier afternoon. “Sure you can handle that, Shiny?” The older brother questioned, viewing Dusk Shine’s controlled motions as he balanced the weight on his uninjured shoulder.

“Yeah, I am fine,” Dusk Shine grunted. His mother and grandmother didn’t raise a bitch. Cadance cocked her head to the side, motioning for the students to assist him. Sugarcoat, Sunny Flare, and Sour Sweet nodded before approaching Dusk Shine. He exhaled as he passed some of the bags to the girls, knowing that’s impossible to persuade them. The other students placed the sports equipment in their designated spots.

Shining Armor joined Dusk Shine’s group.“What’s the dinner plan today?” He questioned as the sunlight diluted over the horizon, establishing a crisp atmosphere. The brothers strolled over to Cadance, chatting with some of the students.

“I think we can sneak a few burgers before mom finds out,” Dusk Shine suggested. The brothers smirked with a fist bump as they ambled past Cinch. “Oh…” His amethyst eyes widened, flicking with desire at Cinch’s form. The tasteful collage of photos she sent flooded his maturing brain, but those photos didn’t do the reality justice. Cinch had a somewhat intimidating, aristocratic, and exquisite air about her. She can insert herself with cutthroat tycoons and politicians and won’t look out of place. Gaining this woman’s respect or interest is a vital success. Her slimy tactics to placate him proved that: Money, improved amenities turning his lab into a mini lounge area for his leisure, and offering Sunny Flare as a source of companionship. Dusk Shine wasn’t complaining, but it's how Cinch offered the rewards irks him.

Sunny Flare’s eyes followed and screwed up her face at the image. “Ugh!” She winced, angling her body away. What could cause such an adverse reaction? They found Principal Cinch grasping her ankles in a variant of the downward dog position. Her skintight teal leggings caressed her lower body’s smooth curves. The matron’s surprisingly limber with years of yoga and a nutritious diet sustained her mature body’s vitality. She guaranteed that her features endured as naturally as possible. It suits her reputation. Other women in her age group resort to … gauche premium surgeries to sustain their beauty. Those with more self-respect prefer hair dyes. Ponyville’s mayor came to mind.

“Oh geez, not again,” Shining Armor mouthed, scratching his head at his statue of a brother. Great. Another overload. The police captain sighed, rubbing his hands to prepare for rebooting. His teammates stepped back. “Sorry about this,” He raised his hand, delivering a swift smack right when Dusk Shine unconsciously tilted his head. The hand cut the still air. The elder brother blinked at his palm and Dusk Shine. “WHAT?!” Shining Armor exclaimed at the result. This is new! It’s like someone puppeted Dusk Shine's movements or a strange force diverted his palms' flight path. Sugarcoat snapped her fingers, and Sour Sweet waved her hands in front of his blank face. Come on, Dusk Shine, wake up.

“Is everything alright?” Cinch asked, maintaining her form on the mat. Her daughter grimaces at the upside-down sly smirk. Why here?! A measure of teasing floated in her voice and expression.

“Uh…” They stammered with confusion marking their features. What can they say in this situation? Dusk Shine got caught ogling their principal, and he’s still doing it. Lugard sunbeams shone on Dusk Shine’s glasses blocking his violet eyes from their view, rendering his features expressionless. Shining Armor couldn’t get a read on him. Dusk Shine examined Sunny Flare’s body; she blushed at the intense gaze, much to Cinch’s delight.

“No, Principal Cinch. We’re almost done packing, but the sun’s going down,” Dusk Shine answered robotically, pointing at the shimmering orangish-purple sky. Cinch checked her watch, arching her brow at the time. It’s almost half past seven.

“Thank you, Dusk Shine,” She remarked while swapping her form. Cinch’s steadfast forearms supported her mass, pointing her legs and toes heavenward. Blood rapidly slammed into the sophisticated woman’s brain, blurring her vision. Okay, it’s time to stop. The sinking sun retrieved its beams, exposing one of Dusk Shine’s eyes. A cyan flicker in his pupil before smothering itself as they place the remaining bags. Nobody witnessed it. Dusk Shine rubbed his neck as he rotated his injured shoulder.

Cadance approached from behind, lying a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Dusk Shine. How about you take the next few days off?” She suggested with a tender beam. He’s done a lot in the past few weeks and needs to relax his brain.

“Dean Cadance…fine, I will,” Dusk Shine retorted before resigning after a pause. His dreary voice was an empty funeral; no semblance of life reverberated in his tone. That didn’t concern her. Dusk Shine refers to her as Dean Cadance did. It’s grimly formal, extending the bridge between their familiar relationship. She didn’t like it. Cadance shared a look with her husband, mirroring the stoic expression as they both have similar thoughts. Something happened. Principal Cinch was the foundation. Another question was, what did she offer him when she called Dusk Shine to her office? He said that it was a gift from a benefactor. Oddly convenient. Cadance glared at Cinch as her superior gathered her material. Sunny Flare obeyed the leash constricting her neck, following Cinch to their car. Everyone scattered into their niche groups, ambling to their transports or hanging around the bus stop.

Shining Armor returned with their workout bags. “Let’s head home,” He smiled. Spike popped out of Dusk Shine’s bag, panting with a grin. Finally, he’s out of the bag. Dusk Shine took Spike into his arms as they walked away. Sunny Flare longingly gazed over her shoulder at the ideal family when Sugarcoat nudged her, breaking the stare.

Dusk Shine stepped something smooth and flat. Hm? He glanced at the object. An I.D card? Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie must’ve dropped it when they escaped. Which one is it? Pinkamena Diane Pie. Diane? That’s a weird name. Dusk Shine slipped it into his pocket without the adults knowing as Spike nuzzled into his chest. Cadance suggested that Dusk Shine takes a break. Perhaps he should visit Pinkie Pie later this week.

Dusk Shine approached the old-school style dinner, tenderly holding his guest's hand. He used his free hand to push his spectacles, ignoring the mild aching in his shoulder from Moondancer’s arrow; his amethyst eyes surveyed the building. It’s oval-shaped, yet the sharp edges resemble a lopsided rectangle with pastel lime green and strawberry pink with the back half of a reddish pink vintage car. There’s only one entryway on the left side as people enter and exit. The owners and architects were adamant about the 1950s aesthetic. Was it nostalgia for a simpler time or providing a unique retro experience of a bygone era? Manehatten had a series of restaurants based on the roaring twenties without the broad racism and segregation. Whatever it was, the results were highly effective. This cozy diner was popular for upper-scale casual eating among students and young adults. Some of the pompous lips of Crystal prep sang its praises. Maybe, he won’t see any of them today. Whatever Dusk Shine doesn’t care. The mission is to get in, find Pinkie Pie, hand over her CHS I.D card, and get out with a full stomach.

“Come on, Shiny. I’m hungry,” A pleading childish voice announced, tugging his hand. He chuckled at his lovely niece as the pre-kindergarten hadn’t inherited the family’s dense hunger yet. That went to him, the Blackhole’s avatar or ceaseless hunger as what his family called him. It’s a debate between Dusk Shine and Celestia about who had the vaster gullet.

“Alright, you better finish your food this time, Flurry Heart,” Dusk Shine joked as they walked towards the door. Her eyes were more extensive than her stomach as she pouted at the truth. “Fine, I’ll finish it for you,” He exhaled with a beam, unable to refuse his niece. Those were her parents' rules, not his rules. Two Canterlot high school students chatted outside near the vacant parking lot. A girl with wild shoulder-length, light, brilliant pistachio hair. Her outfit resembles one of Sunset’s old with a leather jacket vest, plaid green pencil skirt, and faded pink shirt with a cherry on the center. Cherry Crash was her name if he recalled from his brief stay at CHS. The man next to her was Valhallen. His orange curtain hid his eyes. Hey, the ’80s and the ’90s called; they wanted their outdated rehabilitated drummer or bass player back. Seriously, dude, how do you see with all that hair?

“Yay,” Flurry Heart cheered, embracing his left leg. Dusk Shine grinned before straightening his lips into a hard line, mere footsteps away from the handle. The uncle-niece duo was welcomed with Golden-era rock n roll music from a classic red jukebox. An elderly couple danced, reminiscing on their youth on the far left. What not having a little fun dusting off these rusty bones? The dual-colored walls were a time capsule littered with records, photos of celebrities, and news clippings. They were approached by one of the waitresses on roller skates. Man, they’re resolute to the era’s aesthetic. Dusk Shine checked out the server. She’s an attractive woman, easily in her mid-twenties. Her amber skin resembled freshly baked donuts tanning in the oven with a white soda jerk covering her neatly tied light mulberry hair.

“Welcome to Sweet Snacks Cafe,” Doo Wop greeted the silvery chime of an entering customer. Her light harlequin eyes scanned the new patron, recognizing the iconic maroon of Crystal’s prep uniform. Turns out harlequin is a freaking color. It’s a shade of green. CPA students always tip well. However, this stellar young man was different from the majority. She straightened her vertebral column into a perfect ninety-degree angle from the calculating gaze of his dazzling amethyst eyes. He could’ve walked in wearing a fitted suit and holding a solid black briefcase and claimed that he was an inspector or official. She would’ve believed it within fractions of a nerve impulse.

“Good afternoon,” Dusk Shine and Flurry Heart replied, their posh high-society Canterlotite accent evident in their voices. She glanced at the cute young child enjoying the music while holding his hand. Was that his daughter? No, too young. The kid is around three years old, at least. His younger sister, niece, or cousin is the more logical answer.

Bon-Bon, or Sweetie Drops, conversed with Lyra Heartstrings, her special friend. She caught Dusk Shine in her peripheral vision over Lyra’s shoulder. “Oh, shit,” Her face bleached at his unexpected appearance, raising a shaking half-eaten golden steak fry in his direction.

“Bon-Bon, are you okay?” Lyra consoled her dear friend, laying a comforting hand on hers. My fellow child in radiance. Just admit that you two are girlfriends. Both of you are married in the Mane Universe. Her brilliant golden eyes followed the fry’s direction. Both expanded while the pupils narrowed into gobsmacked pinpricks. “Oh boy,” She muttered, sipping her creamy tankard of root beer float to calm herself. Why was he here? Dusk Shine goes to Donut Joe’s for a bite to eat. Bon-Bon giggled at the vanilla ice cream mustache. I know her other name is Sweetie Drops, or her real name in the Main Universe, but Bon-Bon is more iconic. Also, people in MLP: FIM can entirely change their names upon marriage, as seen with Mrs. Cup Cake, formerly known as Chiffon Swirl. Holy shit, that must make record-keeping and censuses a total pain in the ass to do. Furthermore, the rampant confusion when addressing them, like do you call them by their new name or both names.

“First-time visitors?” Doo Wop predicted, never seeing Dusk Shine before. Always a benefit to see brand-new customers.

“Yes, ma’am,” Dusk Shine answered; his eyes wandered around, scanning for a cotton candy girl. Was Pinkie Pie even working today, or was she on her break? He’ll leave her school ID with Sunset if Pinkie Pie isn’t here … after getting some delicious food. Dusk Shine was going to leave here with something.

“Let’s get you a booth, sweetie,” Doo Wop gestured for them to follow her. Lyra and Bon-Bon remained collected, following the pair with their eyes. Dusk Shine and Lyra made eye contact as he strolled by their table. He tapped his upper lip gesturing for her to follow. The old schoolmate arched her brow. What was that about? She mimicked the motion, discovering the soft creamy residue.

Bon-Bon giggled, pulling some napkins from a container. “I’ll handle it,” She purred, leaning forward to clean the mess. The two parked themselves on the cushiony aqua semi-circular booth.

“I’ll get you two menus,” Doo Wop remarked, departing to the counter with a smile. Dusk Shine peaked at the dancing section, raising an inquisitive brow at the dancers. Alizarin Bubblegum and Celery Stalk were swaying to the rapid jazzy piano, relishing in others’ presence. They stopped when their eyes locked. The duo's hearts thundered with crimson features at the top student’s appearance.

“Um…?” Both muttered, unable to find a way to explain this in a platonic way. Dusk Shine gave them a thumbs-up, approving of this endeavor. They smiled, grabbing identical science novels at their table before walking out hand in hand. Cadance would be ecstatic over this new love affair. He sniffed the air, discovering traces of ice cream, whip cream, and bananas. Doo Wop returned with two stylized menus, handing Flurry Heart a coloring page and a handful of crayons.

“What can I get for you two?” Sunny Sugarsocks requested, holding a blue pen and notepad.

“A double-decker cheeseburger combo, please,” Flurry Heart ordered with stars in her light opal eyes. Sunny Sugarsocks chuckled at the vigor of the young girl. “With curly fries and a peppermint milkshake, please,” The young girl added.

“I’ll have an um… Rocking Rumble, please,” Dusk Shine continued the order, pausing to finalize. “Can you make mine an extra large, please?” He requested, feeling hungrier than usual. That amulet must have done something to him. A scuttling unease rushed up his spinal cord, yet he remained calm for Flurry’s sake. Dusk Shine couldn’t help but ponder what that damn amulet did to him. He doesn’t know, but all he knows is that Night Blaze has been suspiciously quiet lately. It better stay that way. The waitress arched her brow at the request. A Rocking Rumble, huh? She analyzed Dusk Shine’s lean build. Yep, this kid’s going home with leftovers.

“Coming right up,” Sunny Sugarsocks smiled, recording the order as she retrieved the menus. She pinned the order on rotation. “Pinkie, can you get this one?” Sunny Sugarsocks requested. CPA’s top student glanced over his shoulder at the name. She’s here, after all.

“Okey, Dokey, Lokey,” Pinkie Pie agreed, returning from the kitchen. Her head rotated, discovering Dusk Shine at one of the tables. Deep stoic amethyst locked with brilliant, playful cerulean. “Eep!” She squeaked, ducking behind the counter with trembling eyes. Oh no, what is he doing here? Why didn’t her Pinkie sense warn about Dusk Shine’s arrival?

“Do you know that guy?” Sunny Sugarsocks asked, gesturing her head towards the Prep student. Pinkie Pie’s an eccentric girl, but this is bizarre for her. Was he an ex-boyfriend or something? They had Crystal Prep students before, but none of them caused such a reaction.

“Yes, that’s Dusk Shine. He’s Crystal Prep’s top student and Sunset’s friend,” Pinkie Pie answered, peering over the counter like a puppy begging for food. Her coworkers eyeballed the purple male. He’s the top student?

“So, what’s the problem?” Doo Wap asked.

“Well, Rainbow Dash and I scouted their school while they were practicing for the Friendship games, and he found us,” Pinkie Pie explained, arising and brushing off her skirt as they stared blankly at her. Isn’t that illegal? “Sunset said that he’s a sweetheart and gentleman,” She reassured them, gesturing to the table.

“So, Flurry, what did you learn in school today?” Dusk Shine asked, sipping his damp glass of water.

“Learnt about dragons,” Flurry Heart mentioned, doodling on the coloring sheets.

Dusk Shine blinked owlishly while the answer marinated. “They teach dragons in school now?” The young uncle questioned, arching an interested brow. Why does the more youthful generation learn all the fabulous concepts with attractive teachers while he learns basic topics with somebody’s grandma?

“No, I learn about dragons,” Flurry Heart clarified before pouting. “I don’t know what anyone else was doing,” She confessed, invoking a curt snicker from Dusk Shine.

“Niece?” They asked. Sweet Faust, that’s adorable.

“Niece,” Pinkie Pie answered with a nod. “Plus, I’m his best friend-in-law,” The bubbly party girl rationalized with a glimmering beam. They shrugged at her sugary logic, knowing the impossibility of even attempting to decipher the sucrose labyrinth of their pink coworker’s mind.

“Well, you can always bother him for five stars on Screech,” The fry cook joked while flipping a series of deep brown beef patties under the blazing well-worn steel grill. He glanced at Dusk Shine’s order and whistled at it. This kid is getting a man’s meal today. Pinkie Pie rolled her eyes at the previous incident. You do something once, and you never hear the end of it. They rotated between taking orders and delivering them with a bell ding.

“Order up,” Pinkie Pie announced, sliding to their table with a beam. Flurry Heart eyes glimmered by the kid-sized double cheeseburger with two slices of bacon between each patty. A small fire engine wire basket housed a golden brown web of curly fries. There’s that small glass of peppermint milkshake served with a crown of whip cream and succulent cherry on top.

“That was quick,” Dusk Shine acknowledged, pushing up his glasses as she rested the trays on their table. He examined the massive burger before. Huh. The triple beef patties alone were a kilogram at the minimum. Smeared with pepper jack, sharp cheddar and Colby jack, and a whiff of robust steak sauce and caramelized onions.

“Exactly,” Pinkie Pie emphasized the quality of her work. “How about-?” She advised with a bubbly grin leaning closer to him when her phone vibrated. Her charming blue eyes widened at the notification. Someone rated her five gold stars on Screech.

“Five stars on Screech,” Dusk Shine predicted, holding his smartphone with a casual smirk. “Already did,” He announced, gaining prior intel before arriving.

“Enjoy your food,” Pinkie Pie beamed as she bounced away on ROLLER SKATES. Did she have some form of Aether as well? How else would she be able to…no. Not even going to think about it. Sunset disclosed that Pinkie Pie operates on cartoon logic.

“I’ll worry about that later,” Dusk Shine muttered before munching on some fries. He turned the bright red music box for a little ambiance during their meal. Doo Wap, Sunny Sugarsocks, and … Charboiled(?) bet how long it’ll take Dusk Shine to give up on the Rocking Rumble. Oh, is he being underestimated? Their jaws slanted with bewildered eyes as they observed him calmly devour the burger like a peanut and jelly sandwich. There were no pauses between his bites, only to slake his thirst with his root beer or swap his focus on the basket of crispy curly fries. Only a clean plate and hollow basket remained from his hunger. Dusk Shine wiped his greasy lips as he stacked the cutlery.

“Oh, my tummy,” Flurry Heart groaned, holding her bulging stomach. Her head rested against the table in culinary defeat. She released a lingering blech. “Excuse me,” She mouthed, reaching for the napkins to wipe the sticky residue from her lips.

Dusk Shine chuckled, shaking his head. “I told you so, sweetie,” He boasted, catching Pinkie Pie skating by in his peripheral view holding a stack of dishes. “Excuse me, can we get some to-go bags, please?” The mulberry teenager requested, gaining the carhop’s attention.

“Coming right up,” Pinkie Pie smiled, wheeling to the kitchen door using her rump to push out the door. His amethyst eyes darkened at her deliciously plump figure. He would be an idiot to ignore Pinkie Pie’s attractiveness. She’s a cute vibrant girl as sweet as the candy she serves. Pinkie Pie shows that she’s more than big fun. Dependable, responsible, and has a photographic encyclopedia of routine customers, knowing what they want. Maybe he should give this cutie-pie a cream pie?

“What the hell was that?” Dusk Shine muttered, gulping down the remains of his now flat soda. That was new. Night Blaze usually had those thoughts or exposed some of his inner machinations. Yet Dusk Shine didn’t hear his blazing voice mocking him. The scholar rubbed his neck, acknowledging the sharp spike in temperature. He scanned Flurry Heart’s half-consumed milkshake. “You mean if I have the rest of this?” Dusk Shine requested, pointing to the cup. He needed to cool down. Flurry Heart’s raised thumb signals her support of the demand. The edges of his mouth curved upwards. “Thank you,” He answered, grabbing the mug and allowing the lukewarm candy cane beverage to flow down his throat.

Pinkie Pie returned with stylized containers and a durable paper bag with the restaurant's logo. “Here you go,” She placed the receipt on the table. Dusk Shine wiped his mouth before searching for the money and rested it on the document. Pinkie Pie counted the cash, her eyes widening at the amount. “I’ll get you some change,” She gestured to the cash register. It’s more than double the price of their meal.

“Keep it,” Dusk Shine chimed, moving their food into the boxes. “Consider it a tip and a thank you,” He told the pink party girl. Her baby blue eyes bounced between him and money.

“For what?” Pinkie Pie inquired. She didn’t need the money as the job pays well for a part-timer.

“For helping Sunset Shimmer during the Anon-a-Miss incident,” Dusk Shine revealed, securing the leftovers in the bag. His deadpan voice echoed in the sweetly void of Pinkie Pie’s mind. It carried the malicious foreboding of a shadowy assassin’s dagger. Bon-Bon and Lyra nibbled on their meals, shivering at the cold steel gracing against their necks.

The Anon-a-miss incident. It wasn’t their most … ideal demonstration of school unity. Sunset Shimmer relinquished her iron rule over Canterlot High School after the fall formal with assistance from Dusk Shine in the form of Twilight Sparkle. Aether was involved with that damn crown. How else did she, Snips, and Snails transform into demon-like figures?

(Please note: I’m still trying to figure out the first movie. Hence that statement might be retconned. That’s the sucky thing about AUs. All the retcons and lore changes to fit into the new narrative for the story. Also, I’m not writing these scenes chronologically, explaining why some scenes feel off or are understandable as I’m building off them. I know Aether will play a significant role in all movies and specials. The only issue is how, especially in the first movie, since I didn’t use Princess Twilight. The Dazzlings used Magic for the second movie highlighting future plots and giving me ideas for later chapters, but shit, this is going to be a pain while writing this one)

The majority were relieved by the newfound freedom, and more were shocked and hesitant by Sunset’s slow redemption. Old wounds of humiliation festered and mutated into sadistic revenge for the redhead. Sunset Shimmer was an easy target, with only a few ‘allies’ remaining in her retinue. They were unaware if the former queen bully was genuine in changing her ways.; rumors spread like a repugnant mold in a derelict apartment. Why would they trust her for all she did? Was it a long con?

Hence the wrath of Anon, a ruthless smear campaign against Sunset Shimmer. The secrets were too personal and specific to be a well-woven fabrication. However, the flames of retribution engulfed their school as more secrets were tossed in like an oil-soaked rag, blurring the lines of fact and faction. Trust … a core factor of friendship, became a luxury among the CHS students. No one trusted each other. A thin single-ply toilet paper of cooperation lingered in the air. Shifting eyes viewed the others suspiciously with frigid politeness in their voices, unaware of when Anon would strike using their secrets. Then it stopped. The blog page was heavily restricted due to an independent investigation to prevent the mud-slinging. No more Anon, as they have been punished for a severe amount of time thanks to their fractious actions. CHS was freed from the yoke of Anon, but the scars remained. That’s when the Dazzlings' melodious honeyed voices slithered into their school. However, that’s for another day or chapter.

“...” Pinkie Pie remained silent as her brilliant blue eyes filled with remorse. Yeah, she helped Sunset Shimmer but did she? Pinkie distanced herself from Sunset like all the others. Furthermore, the Anon-a-miss event was a tomato stain on Tupperware for CHS. No matter how much you clean the stain, it always remains.

“I couldn’t help her for most of that hell,” Dusk Shine said, muttering remorsefully, frowning at his inadequacy. The incident was beyond his control, starting as minor payback for Sunset Shimmer’s bullying. She didn’t tell him until after it spiraled out of control. Pinkie Pie stepped back at his tightened jaw, alarming the other CHS students. Can’t blame him. His closest friend endured hell thanks to them. In a twisted way, Sunset deserved to be punished. “But you were there for her, and you have my thanks,” He replied, offering a faint, stellar grin. Her cheeks flushed a cherry red with a squeak, observing his genuine smile. She couldn’t help but smile too. It’s a good smile.

“Sure,” Pinkie Pie stammered as he stood up, holding a gaze. Her roller skates boosted her height to his level. Did…did he get a growth spurt too? She gives a quick scan of Dusk Shine during her infiltration mission with Rainbow Dash and Sunset’s selfie of him. Her light cerulean eyes checked him out, scanning his professional gentlemanly aura. He’s handsome. So this is why Sunset Shimmer enjoys being around him. He is an overall swell guy, still stoic and proper but warm and inviting once his defenses are down. Pinkie Pie neared him, using the front stopper of the skates to avoid violating his personal space. This girl understands the concept of consent. Pinkie Pie’s coworkers smirked, gesturing at the interaction. It’s their turn to play matchmaker with the sugar explosion of mouth-melting cotton candy. Opposites attract, after all. The high-society city boy falls in love with a simple waitress from the local diner.

“Come on, Flurry,” Dusk Shine instructed. “Flurry?” He asked again, glancing at the soft snoring behind him.

“...ZZZZZZ,” Flurry Heart snored, her shoulders hiked up with each slumbering breath.

“Oh geez,” Dusk Shine said, softening his expression at his resting niece. “Come on, honey,” He whispered, stepping around the table and picking her up.

“Shiny,” Flurry Heart mumbled. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled into it with a sleepy smile. They smiled maternally at Dusk Shine’s gentle demeanor as he held his niece. Lyra reminisced on their pre-Crystal Prep days. She almost didn’t recognize him for a moment. Puberty sharpened Dusk Shine's academic features like a disciplinary ruler. His eyes were finely tuned microscopes, studying his fixations to their core. Everyone knew Dusk Shine would climb to the top, reining over them as everything he could achieve was a lax stretch for the remote. However, Crystal Prep did something to him from scant inklings displayed by Sunset Shimmer and Trixie. Lyra shuddered at his frigid eyes and standoffish posture. It carried a silent proud blaze, illustrating that he was superior. Will CHS survive the flame or be burned to ashes on his path to victory?

“Heh, I guess you’re a big old softy Mr. Top Student,” Pinkie Pie teased with a sly grin, poking him in the shoulder.

“Only for my niece and a few selected people,” Dusk Shine confirmed, re-adjusting his hold on Flurry Heart. “You’re Sunset’s best friend, so I’ll make this one exception,” He smiled. “Before I forget,” Dusk Shine reached into his pocket. “You dropped this at my school,”

“My school I.D!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, her luminous smile widening at the card. “Thank you,” She placed the card and money into her shirt pocket.

“You’re welcome,” Dusk Shine replied, grabbing the to-go bag. “I’ll see you guys at the Friendship Games,” He declared, widening his smile in a sanguine manner. An azure blaze flickered in his amethyst eyes for the incoming events. Lyra and Bon-Bon gulped from the declaration as their eyes followed him to the exit. Oh boy.

Pinkie Pie rolled to the cash register, depositing the cash, when she caught the teasing smirks of her coworkers. “What?” She tilted her head innocently.

“Oooohhhhhhh,” Doo Wap and Sunny Sugarsocks cooed in a high-pitched tone, clasping their hands and fluttering their eyelashes. “What was that all about, Pinkie?” Sunny Sugarsocks alluded to her chat with Dusk Shine. “Did he give you his number?”

“Oh no, um uh, he returned my I.D,” Pinkie Pie answered, her cheeks were a darker shade of pink. Will Sunset be okay with that? “And he left a tip,” She closed the drawer. Wait, is he single?

“Mhm,” They nodded, prolonging their smirks. It’s back to work. Pinkie Pie’s body rumbled like a stalling engine. What was that? Did she unlock a new Pinkie Sense? But why? Her heart stammered, bouncing her eyes around for the source as Dusk Shine ambled from the other side of the window with Flurry Heart sleeping on his shoulder. Something…someone is behind him. A burning apparition followed him above Dusk Shine; its smile was filled with conceited pride and savage glee. Did it just wink at her?

Pinkie Pie doesn’t know what the Friendship Game will bring, but she’s aware that nothing will be the same after it.

Fun Fact/Trivia
Pegasi have more red blood cells and type two muscle fibers thanks to living high in mountainous regions

Blank Flank was originally a derogatory term for someone who doesn't have a Cutie mark. It means you're nothing or have no skill and/or purpose

Let the Friendship Games Begin!

Hello you wonderful people. I didn't expect this chapter to take so long but it's here. We're here at the Friendship games. Can you feel the magic in the air? Can you hear the voices too?! Now regarding the Elements of Harmony, their bearers and their powers.

Here's what we have:

Dusk Shine and Starlight with similar abilities. Dusk is magic/Aether but I would like another element name. Starlight is Empathy as she’s an expert on reading and manipulating people. Plus, emotions fuel her strength—the Empathy tea thing when she was the guidance counselor.

Indigo Zap will have super speed powered by lighting. Her element is Loyalty/Determinion because she defended Twilight from Sunset and was more focused on winning even though plant monsters were around.

Sour Sweet is the archer bearing the Element of Forgiveness for herself, remembering what she did to Dusk Shine.

Sunny Flare is the tech gal as her wrist garment resembles a Pip-boy from Fallout. She’s the bearer of Justice. Undoing everything her mother did.

Lemon Zest is Kindness/Cheer because she is the nicest out of all the Shadowbolts, even making friends with Vinyl Scratch. Sound or Air manipulation can work. I think she’s a Lucio, using her music for various situations.

Sugarcoat is the most difficult to figure. Truthfulness is perfect for her, thanks to her blunt analytical nature. Now her powers … Invisibility or some form of Light manipulation, like Toru from My Hero Academic. Also, the Glamour quirk which creates illusions. Her name and personality are ironic.

Fleur De Lis is the Element of Beauty. However, she becomes more than her looks. A Fleur De Lis is a flower, typically a lily. Plant manipulation.

Adagio Dazzle is the element of Perseverance. She’s patient, pragmatic, focused, and logical. Adagio keeps the others in line and focuses on the objective. Even when they lose, she figures out a way to maintain stability. She’s the most Siren of the Sirens, the only one of the Dazzlings who still have magic after Rainbow Rocks but a minimal amount. In mythology, they were bird-like creatures. I can give the Sirens bird-like abilities. Adagio gets crystal-style powers.

Aria Blaze is Strength. She’s tough and in your face, willing to stand up to Adagio. She has super-strength, but I want to give her more. Hydro-kinesis. Why? The move Sparkling Aria from Pokémon.

Sonata Dusk is another hard too. She’s similar to Pinkie Pie and doesn't have much characterization besides her love of tacos and ditzy nature. I’ll give her the Element of Cooperation as she goes with whatever Adagio and Aria does. I’ll give her Shadow or Night related powers

The time has finally come; it’s the day of the Friendship games—another victory for Crystal prep. Principal Cinch arranged for a pre-game prep rally within the auditorium. The student body awaited for the Shadowbolts to appear, chatting with their friends or playing on their phones to pass the time. Now, where are they?

The Shadowbolts were in the dressing room, preening themselves before facing the entire school. Suri Polomare sat in front of a mirror, grumbling as she attempted to fix her hair. “Damnit,” She pouted as her hair won’t stay in place. Come on, this should be a simple process. “Aha,” Suri Polomare smiled. Yes, Finally. POP! “OH, COME ON,” She groaned, her silken hair gilded down her back. The rest were making the finishing touches. Checking their attire, adding lip gloss or eye shadow to their features, or fixing their hair.

“Suri,” Dusk Shine appeared behind her, holding a hair tie and pins. “Please excuse me,” He requested before grabbing a handful of her hair. They watched him instinctively do her hair in a few moments. “Done,” Dusk Shine concluded as he walked away.

“Woah,” Suri Polomare marveled at her reflection. It’s a match for her usual style. “Thank you,” She smiled. He nodded when a knock came on the door.

“Is everyone ready?” Cadance asked from the other side before entering. They all nodded. “Come on, Cinch is almost done with her announcements,” She opened the door for them to follow her. They waited offstage as she continued. Cinch called them individually; the B-team was first, then Lemon Zest, Indigo Zap, and Sour Sweet. Only three of them remained.

“Now, I introduce to you the Big three of Crystal Prep,” Cinch announced, signaling them to march on stage. Dusk Shine was at the center, flanked by Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare, with polite applause from their schoolmates. They were here.

Cold Forecast, a school newspaper member, approached the group, focusing on Dusk Shine. “Dusk Shine. Reports claimed that you and Sunset Shimmer, the top student of CHS, have a close relationship,” She started, causing a frenzy of gossip among the students. “As the top student, will this impact your game performance?” Cold questioned, awaiting his response as did the school.

“Let me answer your question with a question,” Dusk Shine retorted, his hand pushing up his glasses. “Do you know what it means to be the top student?” He asked monotonically. It’s a simple question yet holds a complex answer. His team and crowd muttered at the strange question. What is he talking about? Cinch raised her brow, curious about what her star student was planning. Her chiseled jaw opened in response, placing a foot forward. No. She chuckled under her breath with an amused grin, remaining as she was. Go, Dusk Shine. Tell them what it means.

“To get the highest grades,” Cold Forecast answered straightforwardly, unsure of where this conversation was heading. Cinch shook her head at the feeble reply. She shrunk her body from disapproval.

Dusk Shine sighed with the exhaustion of a disappointed teacher. Such a superficial answer. “I didn’t think you heard what I asked,” He countered, his voice sharp with indignation from the hollow reply. “So I’ll ask again,” Dusk Shine said, closing the distance, his polished shoes echoing throughout the halls. “Do you know what it means to be the top student of Crystal Prep High?” He emphasized, sizing her up, their bodies mere centimeters apart.

“Uh…” Her body compressed itself with a mutter. She pressed her clipboard to her chest.

“I said, do you know what it means to be the top student of Crystal Prep High?” Dusk Shine repeated, pacing across the columns of students gathered for their departure to Canterlot High. His amethyst eyes scrutinized the retinue. An inspector scanning the products of the school’s curriculum. The students adjusted their postures with straightened backs while fixing their ties and other clothing. None desired to be the faulty product. He paroled the front as an apex hunter searched for its prey, his footsteps echoing throughout the auditorium.

“What else could it mean?” Sugarcoat shrugged. It’s a simple question, yet he’s making it more complex.

“Yes, that's the point-” Sunny Flare continued.

“That’s why I’m the top student now. You forgot what it meant!” Dusk Shine responded, narrowing his eyes at the two. “So I’ll answer your prior question,” He focused on Cold Forecast. “Yes, Sunset Shimmer and I have a close relationship. She’s my best friend after all, besides my dog Spike,” The intelligent teenager answered with a rare wide jubilant smile. A genuine one at that. Not those polite counterfeit ones for pictures or business deals. “She’s the only person I consider my better and my equal,” Dusk Shine announced, resolute in his statement. The auditorium erupted in murmurs. Sunset Shimmer is his equal and better. She’s that good?!

“Dusk Shine, you can’t be serious,” Sunny Flare retorted. She clenched her fist at his answer, retaining a mask of indifferent smugness. They can’t see her enraged. Nobody! Her anguished heart cried for his praise of this … Sunset Shimmer. Two fucking years. And she wasn’t even his primary rival.

“We’re the top students in our respective schools. The best out of hundreds, chosen to lead them to victory as we have the skills and means to do so,” Dusk Shine continued, ignoring the downplay of his opponent. What else is new? They haven’t faced anybody like her. They don’t know what it’s like to push themselves to the breaking point just to find a meager scarp more for an extra push. Have they ever ground their fingers in vestige nobs, wailing to the heavens with burning tears? Have they ever endured insults, betrayals, and mistreatment from their peers for simply being cut above the rest? No…they haven’t.

“Will this impact how you’ll perform in the games?” The rookie reporter repeated her previous question.

“Sunset and I are fighting for the same things. Victory,” Dusk Shine remarked. She’s probably making a similar speech at her school now. “My reputation as the Schola Perfecta. For her, it was the first victory for CHS in the Friendship Games,” Both schools were striving for success. Another for him was escaping through Everton. “Those who know me will know my answer,” He implied, crossing his arms behind him. Cadance, Discord, and Cinch nodded while his schoolmates had confusion buzzing around him. Just say it already. “ Now, did you know me?” Dusk Shine asked, scanning their befuddled expressions as his team and teachers were also confused by this question. A few meek confirmations squeaked from the crowd. It’s not enough. His amethyst eyes blazed with resolution. “DO YOU KNOW ME?!” Dusk Shine bellowed with reignited dominion echoing throughout the auditorium.

“Yes,” The crowd arose, their words thundering against his skin. His team’s eyes expanded at his unconscious authority. Everyone was standing. Even those who despised him, like Fleur De Lis. Cinch smiled at this situation. Where the fuck did this come from?! Dusk Shine has been soft-spoken for years. Was this fire always there?

“My name is Dusk Shine, your top student, your Schola Perfecta. The younger brother of Captain Shining Armor, the Glimmering Shield. Brother-in-law to Dean Mi Amore Cadenza, the Princess of Love. Although she should’ve stuck with the Crystal Heart for the sake of originally,” Dusk Shine began his ordination, offering a small joke at the end. Some snickered while others murmured to themselves as he divulged to them.

“Hey!” Cadance whined, narrowing her baby-blue eyes at him. Although, at least he’s making jokes.

“He’s not wrong,” Discord whispered, making the Dean pout. It’s still a good epithet.

“I’ve won Crystal Preparatory Academy countless awards since my introduction to this fine establishment,” Dusk Shine continued. OH, they all knew that fact. Cinch constructed an entire section into the main trophy case dedicated to him. “I didn’t become the top student during my arrival. That went Sunny Flare,” He revealed to the horde of bewildered eyes. Sunny Flare was the top student before him?! It … would explain their relationship, yet multiple questions were unanswered. Dusk Shine was never her assistant, but now she was his. Numerous students and faculty members eyed Principal Cinch skeptically. Was it a punishment for Sunny Flare as a constant reminder of her shortcomings? Or something more nefarious? “ I, too, had the same notion of the elite position. Getting the highest grades. It wasn’t until I obtained this title and all that came with it. The prestige, admiration, scorn, fear, envy, jealousy, and more,” The mulberry academic contributed his naivety to the audience. “To be the Schola Perfecta, you have more than what you are. More than what others think you are. A paragon of what everything it means to be a student of Crystal Prep,” His tone was low and insightful as he articulated his thoughts. “You honestly think I would let her win?” He coldly stared at Forecast, keeping his voice above a whisper. “What about those who came before me? Fancy Pants. Dean Cadance. Our Principal Cinch. As if everything they did was meaningless,” The words hung in the air, enabling them to shimmer in their minds. He gritted his teeth.

“I WILL NOT! THEIR ACHIEVEMENTS, ACCOMPLISHMENTS, AND VALUES ARE AN EXAMPLE TO ALL! COURAGE! DETERMINATION! INTELLIGENCE! SOPHISTICATION! COOPERATION! RESOLVE!” Dusk Shine resounded, his heart thundering in his ears. He opened his arms, gesturing to the shocked women. This is how he saw them. The students' spines straightened with a newfound pride, and respect swelled in their chests. Members of the school newspaper snapped a few photos. They’ll never have a chance to witness Dusk Shine’s fiery emotions again. “AS THE SCHOLA PERFECTA, I HONOR THEM AND MY PREDECESSORS BY GIVING IT MY ALL AND MORE!” He pounded his chest where his cutie mark lay. It symbolized what made him who he was. A shining star. Everyone stood speechless, unable to comprehend his voice's raw power and passion. Their bodies heated and tingled with an army of hairs saluting him. It’s like they were in a movie, listening to a general giving an emboldened speech before the final battle in the darkest hour, where it’s victory or death. “EVEN WHEN I’M A DISTANT MEMORY!” Dusk Shine paused, focusing his intense stare on the youngest members. “I TRUST MY SUCCESSORS TO DO THE SAME FOR US!” He pointed to them, opening the door to more extraordinary destinies.

Indigo Zap, Lemon Zest, and sports teams wondered why Dusk Shine didn't do this before. They could’ve had epic prep rallies. “Our ancestors built this school. I will not sully their legacy and efforts turning this place into a cushy country club,” Dusk Shine growled. He knew two alternate paths for those in prolonged power. Compliant or Corrupt. He would have neither. “My fellow Shadowbolts … will you help me with this task?” Dusk Shine turned, offering his hand, tampering with the passion in his voice. All that yelling strained his voice. Someone stomped their feet, causing an echoing chain reaction. His speech worked.

“Duh. That’s why we’re here,” Sour Sweet took the initiative, locking their hands before standing on his left. An action…longed between them. The rest of the A-team marched forward, doing the same. Sugarcoat, and Sunny Flare chose a firm professional handshake. Lemon Zest went a casual bro-fist. Indigo Zap gave him a military-style handshake.

“Man, if Dusk Shine is asking us for help. I guess we have no choice but to accept,” Jet Set and Trenderhoof acknowledged. Neon Lights shrugged, joining the front as the rest. Their photos were being taken, some even posing as flickering lights blinked in the crowd. The amulet thumped against his heart when … something bolted towards it. He glanced at ethereal red energy. It was absorbed into him before he could react. This energy did something to him as if he was walking on clouds, emboldening him to weather any storm.

“We are your representatives for the Friendship Games. The best of the best,” Dusk Shine announced. “I have another question for you,” He asked before an energetic smirk cracked on his face. Dusk Shine raised his fist in celebration. “ARE WE GOING TO WIN CRYSTAL PREP?!” He questioned in thunderous rapture. His team leaned away from him, startled by the sudden motivational demand but couldn’t with this infectious energy.

“YEAH!” Indigo Zap and Lemon Zest were the first to cheer. It was followed by the youngest grade inspired by his declaration. More joined, using this competitive nature to good use, not wanting to be overshadowed by their peers. “COME ON! LET THEM HEAR YOU BECAUSE I CAN’T!” Dusk Shine taunted, pointing at them. “LOUDER!”

“WE’RE GOING TO WIN!” They shouted as if it was a concert. Cadance and Discord joined in.

“AGAIN!” Dusk Shine ordered. Cinch arched an interested brow from his unexpected but welcomed enthusiasm. She’s never seen Crystal Prep students having this level of vigor. Perhaps his proper place is here at her school.

“WE’RE GOING TO WIN!” They yelled with the crowd raising their fists in support,

“LET’S MORE LIKE IT!” Dusk Shine confirmed, calming himself with an exhale. “My name is Dusk Shine. I am the star that shines through the eternal dusk,” He divulged the origins of his name. The top student jumped from the stage into the aisle. “Shadowbolts, move out!” They smiled, following his order. The entire school chanted his name in full support after years of isolation. It’s what he deserved.

Yet why didn't he feel anything?

The Shadowbolts are stimulated and ready to go, thanks to Dusk Shine’s speech. Cadance and Principal Cinch guided the students to their respective buses. Dusk Shine arched his brow in interest at the Luxury black and yellow charter bus with the school’s emblem on the front and sides. Talk about VIP treatment. He waited in the line, peeking at Sour Sweet and Sunny Flare, giving Moon Dancer a rough time for cutting in line. The rest of the Shadowbolts were already on the bus.

“Ladies, can you please save the aggression for the competition?” Dusk Shine defended his old classmate. The two glared at her, turning their noses before stomping on the bus. Cadence gestured to her to enter the bus. Moon Dancer narrowed her eyes as they walked up.

“ARE WE GOING TO WIN?!” Indigo Zap shouted, frightening the girl. She had a broad smile on her features. Electricity tingles throughout her spine. It’s ready to surge. “Come on, Moon Dancer. ARE WE GOING TO WIN?!” She encouraged, raising her fist in impending triumph.

“...uh,” Moon Dancer stammered, unable to respond to the sudden question. They gawped at her hesitation as AC roared in the background. It’s a simple yes; come on already.

“Don’t worry, we will,” Dusk Shine answered in her place, stepping on board. “We can’t get cocky,” He warned his team as they focused on him. “Overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer,” Dusk Shine quotes. Can anyone get that reference? His glare darkened to an assassin’s dagger. They fixed themselves in their seats as he scanned the bus’ occupants. “I’m not losing because someone didn’t take the competition seriously,” The top student cautioned, swapping his stare to the B-team. “Got it?” He whispered, tilting his head at the sweating Indigo Zap. The Everton program is his only reliable option for escaping Crystal Prep. He has to. He must. There’s no other option accessible to him right now. Cinch won’t allow him to transfer. Dusk Shine’s too valuable an asset to slip through Cinch’s grasp. Early graduation? No. His family and Cinch deny it, explaining that he’s young and deserves to enjoy life. FUCKING HELL! The amulet pulsed against his chest, siphoning his magmic rage coursing through his veins. It tasted Dusk Shine’s desperate determination to figure out his exodus from this crystal prison. He tightened his fists before relaxing in a neutral position.

Indigo Zap’s heart raced with an arid throat. Oh shit, he’s mad. “Got it,” She nodded, getting back to her seat. It’s probably best to ease the enthusiasm for the moment. Indigo Zap didn’t want to get on his bad side. Dusk Shine revealed his burning passion and determination during the prep rally. His scathing observant words towards Suri Polomare terrified her. Plus, Cinch as well. After watching them for years, he connected the dots, creating a proper hypothesis through fundamental analysis. He knew their habits and social interactions and applied this knowledge to humble and terrify them to prevent their loss. Nobody wants to be a scapegoat. The recent event of Dusk Shine restricting Royal Pin’s arm within quarters of a second with a paused threat of snapping the arm echoed in her mind. Furthermore, that gut punch made her REAL humble instantly.

“Good,” Dusk Shine remarked coldly. Spike nuzzled his head against the back of his backpack, comforting his owner. Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet exchanged a worried glance at his aggressive tone. It’s becoming more frequent as the Friendship Games approached while whipping the slackers into shape. They desired to win like the rest, yet there was a sense of desperation in his pursuit.

Dusk Shine stepped to the back of the bus, seating next to Sugarcoat. Moon Dancer followed, opting for the empty space next to Lemon Zest.

“That was a pretty good speech,” Sugarcoat said blankly, breaking the silence. Dusk Shine raised his brow at the praise. That’s new. The last time Dusk Shine gave a speech, Sugarcoat told him it was horrible and that he should stop talking. What’s with the attitude change? Wait. Why the fuck does he care about her opinion?! Everyone on his team is a means to the end. They didn’t matter to him before. They sure as fuck didn’t matter to him now.

“Thanks,” Dusk Shine replied dully, placing his bag on his lap. Moon Dancer groaned at the ear-splitting metal music that Lemon Zest forced her to listen to. She snarled at the unexpected audio. How wasn’t she deaf already?! Fleur De Lis entered the bus, to their surprise. Why was she here? Did the bus leave her or something?

Cadance totaled the number of available seats. There are sixteen seats. The sudden addition of Fleur De Lis complicates things. “Excuse me, can some of you make room for Fleur, please?” The pink Dean requested. Some of the buses started their engines and left for CHS. It’s impolite to be tardy. Fleur De Lis strolled down the runaway, ignoring Trenderhoof’s charming grin. She rolled her eyes at Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet’s grimace. Moon Dancer and Lemon Zest were out of the question. That leaves one. Fleur De Lis crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at Dusk Shine. He returned a blank stare. What the fuck does this chick want? His amethyst eyes glanced at Cadance’s smile. She can’t be fucking serious right now. Dusk Shine shook his head, wrinkling his forehead in annoyance. No fucking way. His giddy sister-in-law nodded, raising her thumbs in support.

He exhaled through his nose, sliding over to the side.“Please excuse me, Sugarcoat,” Dusk Shine acknowledged their new proximity. She nodded. It didn’t bother her as their thighs were squished together. Being between two beautiful girls is most guys' dream. However, Dusk Shine isn’t most guys, resulting in total pain in the flank in this ideal situation. He withheld his annoyed growl from the violation of his personal space. Just relax, Dusk Shine. It’s only for a few minutes. Cinch entered and sat down. The metal doors hissed shut before a subtle rumble pushed the transport forward, joining the rest. Several moments passed by. Their modest chatter filled the dead empty air. A quality pair of headphones rested on Dusk Shine's ears. His eyes were shut, relaxing his back into the cozy black and purple seat, losing himself in one of his numerous playlists. He needed something to ease his mind. Fleur De Lis, one of his primary tormentors, was on his left, scrolling through her phone. His pale amethysts glimpsed an array of beauty products and … educational videos. Huh. The teenage beauty is pulling her weight for once. Sugarcoat reviewed her flashcards on the right, refusing to be the deadweight of the group. More people they obtain, the sweeter the victory. Dusk Shine’s oration forced Sugarcoat to reexamine her skills, using the bus ride for a quick revision.

A sudden jolt from a hidden pothole quaked the interior. “WOAH!” They yelped, holding themselves steady with the seats

“Is everyone fine?” Cadance requested, turning her head to view the students. She received nods and confirmations of safety. “How about you, Dusk Shine?” The Dean asked, aware of his silence.

“He’s fine,” Sour Sweet answered blankly. “But he’ll need to cool down when we get there,” She implied about his situation. Cool down? Their heads turned to Dusk Shine and a few snickered. His face mimicked Cadance's complexion with a rigid soldier spine. Why? With an abrupt jolt, Sugarcoat’s light body frame launched her firmly into his lap.

“...Sorry,” Sugarcoat muttered, her cheeks flushed a shiny pink. Hopefully, Sour Sweet won’t kill her or wait until after the games.

“It’s fine,” Dusk Shine replied stoically. His fingers dug into the cushions to regulate his raging emotions. Her body’s subtle heat permeated through the stretchy black-blue fabric onto his lap. By the everlasting radiance, she’s wearing LEGGINGS! Sugarcoat is petite, but holy shit, she had a curvaceous ass. Easily in the top five at CPA.

Trenderhoof and Neon Lights raised their thumbs in support with teasing smirks. Sour Sweet, Moon Dancer, and Cinch’s dark and cold glare halted any celebratory fervor. The duo flinched, retreating into their seats. Sugarcoat’s body relaxed, gilding through the flashcards, focusing on her review session. Something was pokin-oh. She adjusted her position, sliding off Dusk Shine’s lap but leaving her legs on his thighs. That’s more … appropriate. Dusk Shine eased after several moments, closing his eyes and floating in the rhythm. Her orchid eyes gazed at the slumbering statue.

“Hey, Dusk Shine, how do you pronounce this?” Sugarcoat asked, her back resting on the rumbling window. He shifted one of his earmuffs with a single opened eye and read the word.

“Anathema,” Dusk Shine articulated in his speech. “It’s something or someone that one vehemently dislikes,” He explained, finding ironic humor in the word. The students of Crystal Prep viewed him as an Anathema for being the Schola Perfecta. Sugarcoat mouthed slowly, flipping over the index card for the definition. She asked for his assistance throughout the ride while remaining on his lap.

Moon Dancer held a repugnant scowl within her clenched jaw as she watched them study. “Stuck-up bitch,” She grumbled as Lemon Zest continued to rock out. You can get off his fucking lap now! Unfortunately, Sugarcoat can’t. Cadance needs more material for her shipping calculations.

They arrived at CHS shortly after. Several lines of CPA students were established at the registration desks. Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna warmly welcomed the CPA students departing from the buses, motioning them to the sign-up table. “Never thought I would be back here soon,” Dusk Shine muttered as he stared at the building, recalling his short tenure as Twilight Sparkle. Sugarcoat and he shared a look, turning away with vibrant pink cheeks. Lemon Zest hopped out of the bus, performing a quaking air guitar solo. Her eyes were shut, ignorant of the surroundings, dancing her way into the road. Dusk Shine grabbed her upper arm, pulling the rocker back onto the sidewalk before a sports car blitz passed. HEY FUCKER, IT’S A SCHOOL ZONE! What is it with sports cars causing people to have safety amnesia?

“Oh shit, thanks, dude,” Lemon Zest exhaled with a cold sweat, lowering the music’s volume. He nodded as she joined the registration line.

“Coming through,” Indigo Zap shoved Moon Dancer out of the way into Sunny Flare. Dusk Shine extended his forearms, preventing the pair from crashing into the pavement.

“Thanks, Dusk Shine,” Sunny Flare replied before narrowing her eyes at Moon Dancer. “Seriously?!” She snarled at the girl.

“Why the hell are you blaming me for?!” Moon Dancer countered with a glare of her own, pointing her finger at Indigo Zap as they joined their classmates. Dusk Shine observed his surroundings. Good. His team was on the registration line. Cinch and Celestia were talking about CHS’s changes. Cadance and Luna were laughing as the Shadowbolts ogled in confusion at the familiarity between the adults. They knew Dean Cadance as regal and professional, not having a gut-busting laugh with Vice-Principal Luna, who’s more formal and disciplinarian than Principal Celestia.

Spike popped from the bag, licking Dusk Shine’s cheek. “Hey, save it for later, buddy,” He snickered, checking his phone’s notifications. “In the dressing room on the first floor.” Sunset’s message read. Dusk Shine coldly gazed over his shoulder at his ‘team.’ Typical. They don’t have an inkling of his missing presence. At the end of the day, he was a measly pawn for their lowly indigent self-gratification. Nothing more. Even the brief warm moments of kinship sharing music with the energetic Lemon Zest stalled his encroaching apathy towards his classmates. Dusk Shine tried. Still. Nothing. His attempts to make friends at Crystal Prep were a hopeless fallacy, creating a gluttonous whirlpool of insanity, breaking his body every rotation.

Why waste his time?

Holding back wasn’t a viable option. It’s incredibly disrespectful to him. What’s the purpose of repressing his skills when he’s already at the apex? Why hinder himself just to appease those who despise him? They’ll hate him twice over with interest. The mercy will embolden their hatred of him. At his casual play, they won’t compete with him. Cadance's encouraging words brought no solace. There are friends at Crystal Prep; he’s only the exception to this essential human skill.

Spike nuzzled his purple and green head against his cheek, attempting to comfort him.

Dusk Shine returned the favor with a few rubs behind the ear. “Let’s go, Spike,” He replied, without glancing at his classmates back as he focused on the building. They’ll survive without him for ten minutes.

Lyra and Bon-Bon exited the door. Bon-Bon squeaked at him, climbing the stairs. Why now?! Lyra calmed her bestie with a comforting hand. “Hey, Dusk Shine,” She smiled, masking the abject tension in her gullet from the upcoming academic obliteration. He nodded in silent response. Spike barked, greeting an old companion as they walked past.

“Save it for later, Spike,” Dusk Shine whispered. His canine groaned before retreating into the bag.

“Think he’s looking for Sunset,” Bon-Bon whispered, holding Lyra’s hand, who nodded. Why else would he be entering the school without his classmates? Bon-Bon’s eyes bounced around for prying eyes. “You think she can make him show us some mercy?” She whispered in a hushed voice. Lyra stared blankly. Really? “Yeah, that was a dumb idea,” Her shoulders hiked up, cringing at the absurd possibility.

“No, it’s not dumb,” Lyra comforted. “Just severely unlikely,” She pinched her fingers. If Sunset Shimmer can’t stop him, then nothing else will.

Sour Sweet checked her phone, waiting for her turn to register behind Upper Crust. She peeked over her shoulder. “What the?” Her body turned to discover the absence of a purple nerd. “Where’s Dusk Shine?” She narrowed her eyes, searching for the star player. Other students followed her action. He was just here a few moments ago.

Lemon Zest lowered the music’s volume, panning her head. “Maybe he went to the bathroom,” She considered. It was a long and bumpy bus ride, plus having a cute girl on his lap would cause a few … complications.

“Or he’s looking for Sunset Shimmer,” Sugarcoat suggested a more logical explanation. Sour Sweet’s left eye twitched, cracking her indifferent mask. No. Stay calm, Sour Sweet. Save the murderous indignant rage for the Friendship games.

“Ugh,” Sunny Flare groaned, rolling her eyes. “I’ll go look for him,” She checked her nails before starting her journey. Cinch will scold her if she lets Dusk Shine wander off into enemy territory.

“Hurry up before Cinch finds him first,” Sugarcoat gestured towards the chatting principals near one of the buses. Cadance and Luna continued their small chat, enjoying the casual atmosphere before the match. Sunny Flare nodded, turning her pace into a brisk jog.

Dusk Shine slowly opened the entrance, his amethyst eyes scanning the hallway filled with students. Shit. He sighed. Stealth wasn’t an option for this mission. Well, fortune favors the bold. Dusk Shine entered. A coiling rampant shivered rumble in the students' vertebrae. His spectacle-covered eyes examined the frightened, whispering students. The crystal demon resided in their school. Dusk Shine turned right, ignoring the hushed whispers. He’s already used to it from his petty colleagues. He scrolled past them as usual during his search.

“Hey Twi-sorry, Dusk Shine,” Cherry Crash smiled, correcting herself before resuming her walk.

He paused, widening his eyes. “Um, hello,” Dusk Shine greeted, unsure how to interpret the friendly welcome. His forehead was wrinkled in confusion before shaking those thoughts away. The dressing room is down this hallway. More students came.

“Hi, Twilight,” Mystery Mint said in a nasal voice.

Sweet Leaves punched her forearm. We don’t deadname people around these parts. “Hi, Dusk Shine,” She corrected in a laid-back manner. What the hell? Dusk Shine continued to walk down the hall, staring at the two girls with a befuddled expression.

“Hey, you. Lookin' good,” Scribble Dee pointed to the glasses. A scrawny male walked beside her. He swallowed his spit, aware that they would face off within a few hours.

“Um, hi,” Dusk Shine replied. What the hell is going on here? Why are they being so … friendly to him? No detection of hostility or fakeness besides the rattle of fear and anticipation in their vocal cords. They know he is Twilight Sparkle, yet they welcome him with open arms.

“Hey, what's happenin'?” Sophisticata welcomed. She lived up to her name in that business casual attire.

“Really nice to see you,” Blueberry Cake said calmly with a posh hand gesture. She examined her dress, grateful that there wasn’t a stain.

“Dusk Shine, how ya doin'?” Velvet Sky commented. She’s ready for the winter season.

“Dusk Shine, yo!” Starlight clicked her tongue with finger guns. This is a totally different girl from Starlight Glimmer.

“Hi. Hello. Uh, good, thanks,” Dusk Shine responded, walking backward to return the greetings. It’s only fair. He doesn’t know how to process these new sensations. CHS warmly welcomed him despite an enemy. Only a short walk through the halls and already receiving an abundance of kindness. Drastically contrasting the conditional superficial unity Cinch and Cadence drilled into their minds. What a fucking load of steaming horseshit! Bet Cinch had a script ready from previous years. Useless prattle. Huh, a lot of girls welcomed him. His back crashed into another student. Both groaned from the impact. “Oh, sorry,” Dusk Shine adjusted his glasses. Cold malignant rage flickered in his pupils, acknowledging who he bumped into. It’s him.

“It’s fine-oh…hey,” Flash Sentry brushed off, picking up his guitar case. The words choked and gurgled in his throat, witnessing who bumped into him. “Oh geez,” He muttered, rubbing the back of his head. Crap, it’s him.

“Hello, Flash Sentry,” Dusk Shine greeted coldly behind his scorching glaze. Sunset’s ex reeked of mediocrity and self-insert of a Gary Stu. His actions proved it during the AAM event, the Battle of the band. At least Flash Sentry had the semblance of basic human decency to remove himself and not grovel at Sunset Shimmer’s feet like a savant pleading with their lord for a pyrrhic betrayal. “Are you competing in the friendship games?” He asked, placing his hands behind him. Oh, please say yes. Give him every reason fucking brutalize this blue-haired bastard.

“Yeah,” Flash Sentry answered, regaining a drop of confidence in his stature.

“Good,” Dusk Shine remarked grimly with lowered eyelids. A tingle of savage exhilaration slipped through his indifferent facade. Flash’s throat constricted while his heart thundered and electrified from the answer. It promised no quarter, granted he deserved from his previous actions. Betraying someone you love? Yeah. Expect payback. “Please don’t disappoint her or me,” He demanded, leaving his competitor alone.

“Oh yeah, um, later,” Flash Sentry stammered, coherent with the foreboding annihilation as Dusk Shine walked down the hall. He groaned, covering his face and recalling his folly. Derpy Hooves approached, patting his back in support, and tugged him to the gymnasium. They have a welcoming party to attend.

Dusk Shine halted after a few moments, sniffing the air. What? This again? The amulet reacted with a sublime heat against his chest. His purple eyes flashed cyan momentarily. What is this bizarre sensation? He sniffled. No. This one was different from the earlier one during the prep rally. A deep royal lavender pulsating with pure-hearted generosity. He followed, arching his brow at the location. It’s the dressing room. Sunset Shimmer should be in here. Laughter and chatter erupted from the room. Yep, she’s here. He opened the door, sharply tilting his head. A jet-black hockey puck jetted across his ears. Fluttershy covered her mouth in shock, holding the hockey stick.

“Dusk Shine,” Sunset Shimmer grinned at his appearance, moving up her welder mask. Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie sank behind their group. How did he find them? The pair embraced each other. Her friends smirked in teasing earnestly at the moment. Pinkie Pie informed them that he wasn’t as fierce or merciless as they claimed.

“Hey, Sunset,” Dusk Shine smiled as well. His body relaxed as their hug continued. Fuck, he needed this. Spike’s head popped up from his bag, panting and wagging his tail.

“Hey, Spiky,” Sunset Shimmer’s eyes brightened at the canine. She rubbed his ears as a greeting. Spike nuzzled his head into her touch, unable to resist a head scratch.

“Care to introduce us?” Rarity purred, her polished white hand resting under her chin. They want details. My goodness, he is handsome. Much better than the picture he sent to Sunset and Trixie. Dusk Shine oozed refinement only accessible to the privileged elites from generations of sophistication. His posture announced subtle confidence, even arrogance. Yet humble enough to mingle in any social circle, but his authority endured. You can almost call Dusk Shine a Prince.

“Everyone, this is Dusk Shine,” Sunset Shimmer introduced, resting her hand on his toned shoulder while using the other hand to gesture. “Dusk Shine, these are my friends,” She continued, squeezing his shoulder. Holy shit, did Dusk Shine get bulkier? And taller?

“I’ve already met Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash,” Dusk Shine recalled the two from earlier.

“Did they spy on your school?” Sunset Shimmer predicted, arching her brow, shooting them two a look. The pair shifted to the back with a bashful expression as their friends glared at them. Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal already gave them a scolding and extensive detention.

“Yep,” Dusk Shine confirmed with a nod, pushing up his glasses. Now for the rest of them. “I believe you’re Applejack,” He gestured to the farmgirl. She tipped her helmet to confirm the answer with an honest grin. His analytic eyes scanned the country girl’s form. Applejack is likely the oldest out of her friend group or holds the most responsibility. Farm work isn’t for the weak. Her hair was a radiant golden stream with the skin of ripe, juicy oranges absorbing the sun's rays. The Orange family of Manehattan was a branch of the Apple Clan.

Wait, let me check the wiki. Applejack better be orange and not some weird random color. Okay, Applejack is a gamboge that can be either brown or orange. I’ll let this slide for now.

Two dazzling emeralds occupied her skull. Dusk Shine admits that Applejack is a country-born beauty. She'll turn heads with a quick cleanup and a stylish dress, especially those thighs bursting through those form-fitting white football pants. Generations of apple-bucking her justice. They were powerful juicy pieces combined with an appetizing waist too. The amulet heated with a burst of dark laughter, breaking his thoughts.

What the fuck?!

Why are these amorous emotions plaguing his thoughts? Night Blaze’s presence was minimal once he acquired this amulet, yet nothing extinguished that configuration within his skull. Dusk Shine knew that his alter was still buried in his mind's crevices. Waiting, but for what? He’ll worry himself after the games. Please allow him to enjoy the next few minutes before Cinch or one of his teammates finds him.

Dusk Shine recalled that Applejack had two siblings. Big Macintosh, the elder brother. His blood seethed at the memory of the younger sister, Apple Bloom. No. It’s not the time for that.

“Fluttershy,” She shyly waved at him. His amethyst eyes scaled her statuesque form. Holy shit, what are her parents feeding her?! Fluttershy is kissing the tip of six feet, making her the tallest of her friend group, with Applejack on the 2nd place throne. Fleur de Lis and Cadance could rival in stature. She emitted the serene presence of Mother Nature. A delicate rolling meadow of rose rested over her shoulder. Fluttershy’s skin was a luminescent golden, only matched by her kind heart. She also has a sibling. Zephyr Breeze. Was he the older or younger sibling?

“And finally, Rarity,” Dusk Shine announced the group's final member as she was the only one not wearing a costume. The fashion lover gave a slight bow as if greeting her social superior. His eyes lingered for a few moments, detecting a familiar aura about her. Same with all of them. Something in the back of his mind screamed that he knew them despite this being their first official meeting. Did they know each other in a previous life? In fact, Dusk Shine can fit into their group, being Pinkie Pie’s opposite. Rainbow Dash with Fluttershy and Applejack coupled with Rarity. It’s like a cartoon interracial group where each demographic is equal and represented. Two Earth, Pegasi, and Unicorn. Or shipping dynamics. Cadance would create an entire shipping Armada for them. Although they needed someone for Sunset.

Eh…he’ll worry about it later.

Rarity straightened her posture from his analytical stare, puffing up her fabulous chest, slightly bouncing in her light blue blouse. They groaned, rolling their eyes as she fluttered her lavish azure eyes with a flirtatious smile. Dusk Shine remained expressionless, arching a confused brow. Holy shit, she’s attempting to seduce him. Rarity is an elegant beauty and could seamlessly integrate into Crystal prep on looks and style alone. Her skin was lustrous porcelain with the finest purple silk for hair. Each clothing article was coordinated, highlighting her features in a coherent system. Sunset Shimmer stared at Rarity.

“What are you, a spy?” Rainbow Dash accused, crossing her arms, skeptical of how he knew of their names. Well, that’s the pot calling the kettle black. She wore an old-school cartoonish police officer uniform.

“No, but I did hack into your school’s mainframe as an experiment,” Dusk Shine corrected, blankly staring at their befuddled expressions. “And one of your teachers is planning a test after the games,” He rubbed his chin, attempting to recite the information. “A Ms. Harshwhinny, if I remember correctly,” The top student clarified, gesturing to the students.

“WHAT?!” They yelled at the information. A test with MRS. HARSHWHINNY?! Rainbow Dash groaned, clutching her head from the news. She’s one of the most demanding teachers in the school. They would’ve thought Harshwhinny worked for Crystal Prep from the mountains of homework she assigned during the semester. Their brains were deep-fried and served with a side of garlic butter from strenuous studying in preparation for the Friendship Games. Wait until you girls get to college. Then again, college is somewhat easier than high school, depending on the teacher. Some of these teachers fucking suck ass.

“That was a joke,” Dusk Shine said monotonically. They exhaled with a few anxious chuckles, easing their stress. None of them expect him to have a joking streak.

“Please don’t do that, Dusk,” Sunset Shimmer muttered, using his shoulder as an armrest.

“I won’t make promises that I know I won’t keep,” Dusk Shine vowed. Sunset Shimmer playfully rolled her eyes at his statement. “To answer your question, I use deductive reasoning,” He answered, pointing to the rest of the group. “Fluttershy. Butterfly. Apples. Diamonds are a rarity” His amethyst eyes scanned Rarity's outfit, focusing on the gems. “Those are frost-shrouded diamonds,” Dusk Shine calculated, analyzing the light blue color and sharp angular shape.

Rarity beamed, impressed with his knowledge. She didn’t anticipate Dusk Shine to be a connoisseur of the finer things in life. Well, he was of noble birth. “Why, yes,” Rarity purred, holding the edges of her lilac skirt. “C'est assez glamour,” She bragged about her glamorous cutie mark.

“Je suis d'accord. Les régions françaises leur conviennent bien,” Dusk Shine articulated in fluent Prench. Their eyes widened at the sudden language change. He might as well have smacked them with a flaky baguette while wearing a beret.

“Uhhh..oui,” Rarity hesitated with a nod. His elegant words razzled her, making the fashion lover lose her composure.

“Work on the pronunciation a bit,” Dusk Shine playfully critiqued.

“I didn’t know you were acquainted with romance languages,” Sunset Shimmer commented. It shouldn’t have surprised her, knowing that he was constantly reading. A foreign language is an essential one. The gothic rocker smiled, expecting nothing less.

“ I’m the Schola Perfecta of Crystal Prep, requiring me to be a man of many trades and disciplines,” Dusk Shine bragged, making Sunset roll her eyes. “Such as stopping an uncontrollable smear campaign,” His eyes intensified, glaring at the five girls. Oh fuck right, he knows about the AAM incident.

“Dusk Shine,” Sunset Shimmer muttered. She couldn’t blame him for being confrontational. It was a mess.

“We apologized, and Sunset forgave us for being stupid,” Applejack stepped forward. Their faces were of remorseful pawns playing someone else’s game.

“Yes, Sunset forgave you,” Dusk Shine repeated. “I didn’t,” He acknowledged, his eyes obstructed by the lights. The amulet cackled, pulsating against his bosom.“I trust Sunset’s reasoning as she’s more empathic than me,” That’s probably one of several reasons why she’s able to make friends. However, the majority of the social skills went to Shining Armor. He made do. It worked until Cinch got heavily invested in his life. “Unfortunately, I don’t have such qualities,” Dusk Shine confirmed, tilting his head, revealing this lifeless purple one to them. “The only option I see is burying you guys,” His voice lowered, concluding his sentence. Sunset’s cyan eyes were rife with alarm. This isn’t Dusk Shine. The rage bellowing within him, his callous tone and hostile body language. She better stop this and needs to have a talk with him later. Something happened before the Friendship Games.

“I hope you’ll keep that tone when CHS is in the winner’s circle,” Rainbow Dash gritted her teeth. She remembered what he did to some of her friends in Cloudsdale. They contacted her, voicing their desire for payback.

“You in the winner’s circle?” Dusk Shine mocked. “That’s not going to happen,”

“Why’s that, Prep?” Rainbow Dash crossed her arms. Where’s her baton? Her athletic heart sank along with the others as they watched him twirl around the missing baton like a windmill. Wh-wha-HOW?! Did he get that? The scholar stopped, tossing the stick back to her.

Dusk Shine approached the pretend police officer. She established a brave front, but it was hopeless. Her face paled into an overstuffed cloud, leaking precipitation down her cheeks. His scolding breath tingled her sensitive skin with the hunger of an apex hunter as she gripped the baton. “My drive and power to win are beyond what you can possibly comprehend,” He declared, loosening his tie. His amethyst eyes blazed and roared in his authoritative tone as all civility exploded with the casual motion. His lustrous hair relaxed and sharpened into sapphire daggers with a thuggish glimmer in the overhead lights. The prince mutated into a callous underground mob boss, indomitable to getting his hands bloody. His wrathful flames licked their heels, exterminating what pitiful attempts they conceived during their preparation. He’s the Schola Perfecta.

The elite student out of elite students. Nothing was beyond his grasp. They harmed his dear friend, made her cry, and only forgave her when everything they held precious slipped away after being played like a cheap dollar store kazoo. Twice! Sunset Shimmer accepted their meager apology, understanding their frustration and distrust during their victory celebration in the Battle of the Bands. His amethyst eyes narrowed, tightened his jaw, remembering how they embraced like all they did to her … NEVER HAPPENED. No. Something has to be done about their fickle nature. Spike whimpered; his primal instincts told him to flee. Bless Sunset Shimmer for being the wonderful and forgiving person that she was. Although…He doesn’t have such human weaknesses. Sunset’s friends' hearts hammered in their ribs, trembling from his vengeful gaze. The door squeaked open when he was about to speak.

“There you are!” Sunny Flare exclaimed, barging through one of the doors. The Rainbooms ogled her sudden appearance. Who’s this girl? Sunset Shimmer raised two fingers, gesturing to Sunny Flare, reducing to one finger at Dusk Shine. Their eyes widened, translating the message. This girl is the 2nd place student at Crystal Prep and the principal’s daughter. Great.

“Fuck, here we go,” Dusk Shine sighed heavily, turning around to face her. Shit, he didn’t close the door behind him. Sunny Flare crossed her arms, sneering at their opponents. Why was he here, of all places? “Can I help you?” His empty voice dragged, petting Spike’s head in the meantime. He doesn’t want to deal with her bitchy attitude right now.

“Well, sweetie, you can help me by dragging your ass back to our team,” Sunny Flare ordered, glaring at the indifferent Top Student. He blinked like a fish, hearing her command but didn’t adhere to her authority. She groaned, rolling her eyes, and her focus shifted to one of the girls. A Sun shaped medallion. “You must be Sunset Shimmer,” She dismissively acknowledged Dusk Shine’s primary rival with an arched brow. Her cerise surveyed Sunset’s form. She’s…decent looking.

“That’s right,” Sunset Shimmer grinned, walking up to meet her. “And you must be Sunny Flare. Dusk Shine told me about you,” She offered her hand.

“Mhmm, I’m sure he did,” Sunny Flare mumbled, offering a more profound interest in her finely manicured nails. Sunset Shimmer frowned as she retracted her welcoming hand. So much for putting Friends in the Friendship Games. She’s Cinch’s daughter; neitheris the most approachable person. “Now that you’re finished with … them,” She vaguely gestured to their foes with a twirl of her fingers. They frowned at her pompous demeanor. “We need to leave before Cinch finds us,” Sunny Flare demanded before peeking at his loosened tie. “I’ll fix your tie for you,” She reached for the garment when his hand snatched her arm, chilling her skin under the noticeable pressure. Holy shit, he-he’s strong. His eyes blazed in a demonic cyan haze.

“I’ll handle it myself, Sunny Flare,” Dusk Shine assured, his voice gruff with corrosive acid. He released his grasp before robotically adjusting his school tie. She crossed her arms, disguising the earthquake in her cardiac and respiratory systems. That … kinda hurt. Sunny Flare rotated her wrist to ease the bizarre sizzling on her skin. Dusk Shine’s ear twitched. Two people were coming from the left.

“And our music program has especially taken off,” Celestia's voice echoed from the hall. Spike dipped into the bag like a whack-a-mole, knowing that Cinch was nearby. She gasped upon opening it with Principal Cinch by her side. “Dusk Shine?” Her surprise shifted into joy with a widened grin at his appearance. Oh, he did get a haircut. The short hair suited him, highlighting his delicate academic features. Her eyes softened, scanning his jaded expression fueled with frustration. Again with Sunny Flare. She had her mother’s cold pride and boastful sense of superiority. However, Celestia determines that it’s a mask. Someone who desperately needed a parent’s unconditional approval and support. Her cerise pupils were drowning in fear and self-criticism as she habitually corrected posture under Cinch’s dire gaze. A child shouldn’t have this face. She viewed Cinch suspiciously, alluding to what Cadence reported.

“Principal Celestia,” Dusk Shine smiled, albeit weakly. His voice relaxed, returning to his default intelligent tone. They exhaled, appeased by their lovely principal’s appearance.

Celestia embraced him, allowing Dusk Shine to bask in her sunny aura. “You should’ve told us that you were coming,” She tightened her hold on him. By Faust, Dusk Shine required one from someone he trusted. His face rested into her bountiful chest as he did as a child.

“Sorry, I got a little sidetracked,” Dusk Shine confessed, his amethyst eyes gilded to Sunset Shimmer. The two released each other.

“I must apologize for the curiosity of my prized student,” Cinch stepped forward, creating a roadblock between them. “The smart ones are always curious,” She snaked her arm across his shoulder, drawing him closer to her body like a dragon hoarding a mound of treasure. The CHS members arched their brows at the possessive action. Dusk Shine’s shoulders hiked up from the unexpected and unwanted contact. Her artificial fragrance assaulted his olfactory cells, restricting him like an animal who knew only bondage. It severely contrasted what occurred between him and Celestia. Dusk Shine was … human when with Celestia and Sunset Shimmer. But with Cinch. Nothing. “Sunny Flare, would you kindly check in with the rest of your classmates?” The headmistress of the elite school demanded her daughter harshly. This should be a simple task even for her. Sunny Flare nodded, ushering Dusk Shine along as they strolled down the hall.

“Sunny Flare?” Celestia recalled, forcing the pair to stop. Sunny Flare nodded. Of course, CHS’s principal knew her. “You’re Dusk Shine’s…” She paused, twinkling her brain. Her heliotrope eyes glimmered mischievously. Dusk Shine narrowed his eyes. She wouldn’t dare.
“Girlfriend?” Yep, she did with a trolling smirk on her sunny features. A record scratch echoed throughout the hall, leaving them flabbergasted.

The two paused and turned around.“Excuse me?” Dusk Shine exclaimed, bridging his brows with a screwed-up face. His eyes met Sunny Flare’s blushing face. “No offense, but given the status of our relationship. That’ll be concerning,” He explained, attempting to avoid ire from her and Cinch.

“Why?” Sunny Flare demanded with cross arms and a pout.

Dusk Shine vaguely gestures to Principal Cinch as Exhibit A to Z. It clicked. The Scholar Perfecta getting intimate with the Principal’s daughter. People will gossip. “Maybe after Crystal Prep, we can give it a shot,” He shrugged, opening the possibility. Sunny Flare blushed, causing Cinch to smile, not a maternal smile witnessing a potential blooming romance. This was a circulating smile, enjoying a sense of assurance that their plan was succeeding. The pair walked off as Dusk Shine glanced behind him. That should keep Cinch off his back until the welcoming party. “I’ll see you later, Sunset,” Dusk Shine remarked with a tiny smile.

“Shall we continue the tour, Principal Celestia?” Cinch requested, shooting the named girl a stare. Celestia and Sunset shared a knowing glance. The principals left the girls alone, leaving them wondering what was going on here.

The duo exited the building where their team was waiting for them by the CHS horse statue. Sour Sweet acknowledged their presence, glaring at Dusk Shine with hands on her hips. “Where were you?” She demanded.

“Around,” Dusk Shine answered, refusing to give her a straight answer.

“He was with Sunset Shimmer,” Sunny Flare revealed without a second. Dusk Shine grumbled. What a fucking tattle-tale!

“So you were flirting with the enemy?!” Sour Sweet seethed.

“No, she’s your enemy,” Dusk Shine corrected. “What Sunset and I do is none of your damn business,” He countered as she continued to glare at him. “Besides, her friends were there, so I wasn’t telling them our secrets,”

“Let’s get you two registered,” Cadance announced, breaking the tense atmosphere. “You guys can head inside. We’ll be right with you,” She smiled as the students nodded. Squads of Crystal prep students entered the building as Vice-Principal Luna guided them inside. The younger Celestial sibling glanced from her clipboard. “Dusk Shine,” She smiled at her fellow child of the starry night.

“Vice Principal Luna,” Dusk Shine muttered with an adorable blush. Some of his classmates whispered about this new reaction. It wasn’t like him to be flustered. “I apologize for being unresponsive,” He bowed.

“No need to be so formal,” Luna consoled, aware of how demanding Principal Cinch was. “That’s my thing,” She turned the pen to herself before handing it to the top two students. “Alright, you were registered. Follow the signs to the gymnasium,” The herald of the moon instructed before they marched off. “Also, Dusk Shine,” Luna called him, standing from her foldable desk. She embraced him, to his and Sunny Flare’s shock. It’s as gentle and comforting as her name. He returned it awkwardly, snaking his arms around the middle of her back. “ It’s good to see you again, and … please talk to us if anything happens,” Luna comforted in a solemn tone. She’s aware of the whirling storm of emotions brewing in his mind. The anger, envy, ruthless cunning, social isolation, and narrow hostile determination to achieve their goal. Luna knew … all too well. From she briefly walked on the Stygian Path. There’s no way in hell Luna’s allowing him to journey on that forsaken path.

“Oh…okay, Vice-Principal Luna,” Dusk Shine muttered as Spike rummaged through his bag. The amulet vibrated, almost sympathetic towards Luna. He released his hug, following Sunny Flare to the entrance. She observed them hugging with a brooding look. Cadance, Celestia, Luna, and probably Sunset Shimmer. Her heart was an envious balloon, ready to burst. Sunny Flare desired them too. Cinch’s suggestion is gradually removing her reservations, witnessing what a boon awaits her. Dusk Shine isn’t against the idea. Maybe … when he gets to Everton … they can grab a coffee or something. She smiled. Yeah, that doesn’t sound bad at all. Cadence and Luna exchanged a knowing glance before tailing them. The rest of the Shadow five were still loitering at the statue.

“It’s about time,” Sour Sweet grumbled, narrowing her eyes at them. The B-team was already inside. They ambled towards the steps when Dusk Shine’s fingers grazed across the stone monument. He froze. Something or someone was holding him. His body reacted, attempting to free himself. Nothing. He was the magnet to this refrigerator. A rodent stuck in an adhesive trap. What is this?! The amulet roared with rapture, absorbing that haunting amethyst flame-like aether into his body. A surge of power roared into his nerves.

“RELEASE THE MAGIC!” Something ordered from within the crevices of his mind. Night Blaze?! “You have the power. Greater than anyone in the world. Use it,” The molten voice bargained, darkening Dusk Shine’s expression. It’s right. Why should he be consistently submissive to Cinch?! How long will he endure this isolation and conditional interactions?

With them?!

The posh gilded sycophants?! Their blue blood was corrupted by conceitedness and entitlement, demanding his services. As if he was a clanless blank-flank serf that should be grateful for their presence. HORSESHIT! He’s the fuckmothering Schola Perfecta.

His ancestors commanded and served the celestial bodies, documenting generations of information within their libraries throughout Equestria and establishing alliances with distant countries. He built this country, dragging dozens of regions and nations out of the primitive mud. They were allowed to live in his world. Dusk Shine gave, but it was his turn to take. Spike’s head popped from his school, barking to awaken his friend from this trance. His barking alerted his team, Luna and Cadance.

His babysitter and Sour Sweet ran to him. Cadance grabbed his shoulders, giving him a shake. “Dusk Shine. Dusk Shine!” She pleads. His eyes were cyan dragonlike shadows, ignoring her pleas. Sour Sweet held his wrist. Her eyes widened at the flaming substance. The touch aroused him, breaking his trance as he removed his palm. Dusk Shine blinked before shaking his head, restoring his bearings. The two worryingly observed him rub his wrists and crack his neck. Dusk Shine groaned from the pulsing in his forehead. It stopped. His team cautiously approached him, not wanting frightened Dusk Shine.

“Dusk Shine, are you-” Sour Sweet asked softly. Did his brain overloaded again?

“I’m fine,” Dusk Shine interrupted; his tone was lifeless and calculated. They opened a path for him as he walked. “We have a game to win. Let’s move,” He ordered, adjusting his bag. Worried glances were exchanged amongst the women before following him inside. A haunting sensation buzzed in their minds. They didn’t know what it was, but this Friendship Game will be marked in history for better or worse.

“Let the games begin!” The amulet cackled. It’ll finally be free soon. Dusk Shine will be free soon, claiming his long-awaited birthright.

His right to rule.

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Fun Fact/Trivia
The Stygian path. I use Dark Determination from Jojo Bizarre Adventure and what Stygian aka the Pony of Shadows did.

The Stygian Path is a treacherous route for anyone. Becoming a demon or worse, discarding everything that makes someone a human. Nothing matters besides their ambition

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Happy Holidays and Happy New Year. Yep, that's right. I'm back with another chapter ... technically. Long story short, this is a scene that I cut from chapter 8 because I was too tired and wanted to get it done. So here it is and the first appearance of THE DAZZLINGS! These girls will be prominent after the Friendship Games with Cadance as the principal. A part of me wants to post some scenes early as a teaser or preview of what's to come but another part of me doesn't want to deprive you guys of reading the whole chapter itself. Then again, these scenes are in beta so they can easily be retcon/edited once I've actually got that part of the story within months or years depending on the situation. Plus they can function as filler during long hiatuses

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Alright, flashback time. The event occurred several months to almost a year ago. I don't know the timeline but let's say it was a considerable amount of time before the Friendship Games. Dusk Shine recalled clearly. He and his family went to the local mall for a casual shopping day. They divided themselves into groups and met back near the food court when they were done. His parents went upstairs to get deals on winter and spring clothing. Shining Armor, Cadance, and Flurry Heart searched for school supplies. Dusk Shine went alone, heading to several stores for books and small-scale merchandise like stickers and accessories. His stomach growled.

"I have time to eat," Dusk Shine told himself with a swift glance at his watch. He strolled around, searching for a quick meal. He entered a Mexican-themed food establishment. It's a Taco bell. I should probably change the name to something else. Give me a second. Burrito Gong. Let's go with that. The top student waited in line, calculating what his order should be. A quick message was delivered to his family, alerting them to his whereabouts. It wasn't a busy day, but it still wasn't empty.

Night Blaze scanned the area, bored out of his mind. "The hell?" His cyan eyes settled on a trio of girls wearing hoodies. Something about them was … familiar. One turned with widened eyes, gesturing to the other girls as they whispered to each other. Dusk Shine glanced over his shoulder as he paid for his meal in cash. They were talking about him. Years at Crystal prep honed his senses to gossip and hushed words from envious bystanders.

"Relax, egghead. They aren't talking shit about you. They're quite fond of you," Night Blaze mentioned with an eager smirk. "They're pretty cute from what I can see," Dusk Shine wasn't interested as he waited for his order, scrolling through his phone with a hand in his hoodie pocket. He's the Top student at one of the prestigious students in Equestria and one of the society's elite members. That automatically breeds a menagerie of emotions and motivations. A stable motley crew of yes-men would suffice for someone of his esteemed status. His success can hyper-inflate their meager ones. Everyone wants to be your friend when you're calling the shots.

However, Dusk Shine wasn't as fortunate to have such an entourage. Crystal Prep is home to the upper echelons of society. His fellow students were his equals in terms of social class and status. They didn't need him to climb the social ladder; they were already at the top. However, people … talk. Everyone wants the latest gossip, whether it's scandals, bragging, or whatever the month's flavor is. Knowledge is power. People wanted to know who Dusk Shine was. His classmates' parents' were impressed by him but likely compared them to him and debated why can't their children be him or something similar. That probably influenced their inferiority-superiority complex and hatred towards him. It didn't matter to him. Their parents aren't his problem.

"Order 45," A worker called out his order. Dusk Shine checked his receipt. Yep, that's him. He received his meal and found a seat. An extra-large cheesy steak quesadilla, a three-layer burrito with a side order of nachos, and a medium cherry fizzy beverage. Also, extra packets of Mouth-burning hot sauce. Dusk Shine spent several minutes enjoying his meals while the two girls went to the bathroom. The last one stood up, heading to the counter, leaving her phone behind on the table.

"Excuse me; you forgot this," Dusk Shine arose, holding her phone with his drink in his hand.

"Thank you," She smiled. His amethyst eyes widened at the oddly soothing voice.

"Wait," Dusk Shine muttered, focusing on her features. Soft artic bluish white skin and two-toned blue-striped ponytail. Raspberry eyes convey a mask of innocence. "Sonata Dusk?!" The scholarly male predicted the girl's identity.

Her smile widened, removing her hood to reveal herself. "Hey, Dusk Shine," Sonata Dusk grinned at his adorable shocked expression. Taco crumbs littered the corners of her mouth. He sighed. Just his fucking luck. He encountered one of the Dazzlings on his free day. At least it's Sonata Dusk, the presumed youngest of the sisters. She's the ditzy friendly one. However, that makes her the one most evil, in his opinion. Sonata hides behind her innocent and cute demeanor to avoid blame for her sisters' actions.

"Are the others with you?" Dusk Shine muttered, focusing on the bathroom. If one of them is here, the others aren't far behind. They operate as a unit. Sonata's expression hardened, shaking her head. She paused to nod. Then shrugged her shoulders, resuming a diagonal nod. "Oh great," He grumbled with a sip as two figures approached them, lowering their hoods to face him.

"You weren't supposed to get caught, dummy," Aria Blaze snarled, crossing her arms as Sonata stuck her tongue out. The fierce girl rolled her mulberry eyes before focusing on the sophisticatedly handsome male "Dusk Shine," Damn, he looks good.

"Aria Blaze," Dusk Shine acknowledged, his lukewarm tangy drink stained his tongue red. She's the unofficial second in command and the muscle of the group. Aria often argued with Adagio over various decisions preferring a more brash and direct approach. "Adagio Dazzle," Finally, the leader of the Dazzlings and technically Sunset's ex. He didn't know the full details of their relationship, but the two were involved in some capacity.

"Miss me, Dusk Shine babe?" Adagio Dazzle smirked, resting a hand on her well-formed waist. Shame that Sunset Shimmer wasn't here. A pitiful look on that rocker's features would make an excellent framed photo.

"No," Dusk Shine frowned at her flirtatious nature. Why did she call him babe? He won't deny that Adagio Dazzle was gorgeous. A melodious voice, inspiring confidence, a jaw-dropping figure with hips to match, and knew how to work them. Her swaying hips were alarmingly hypnotic. Her golden orange was thick and soft to the touch. Her silky pale apple green skin … WHAT THE FUCK?! Did I read that shit correctly? Pale apple GREEN?! How the fuck is she green? I can understand if Adagio was a type of yellow, but green?!

"Oh, so mean," Adagio Dazzle teased. "Did a little personal shopping today?" She pointed to his bag. He wasn't that social, except for the right people. Crystal Prep didn't offer many opportunities either, thanks to his prime status from what she heard.

"Yes, and you were following me, weren't you," Dusk Shine replied, finishing his drink. Now, where's the trash?

"How did you know that?" Each girl glared at the other. Who didn't follow instructions?

"I got a bit of a sixth sense after the battle of the bands," Dusk Shine revealed, pushing his glasses. Strange, that's when Night Blaze fully manifested

Adagio sashayed towards. His studious eyes followed each sway of her hips. She caught it, elating her chipper mood. He leaned slightly away from the lead siren as she got closer. "We left that much of an impression on you?" Adagio cooed, her fingers grazing his chest before their bodies jolted from the contact. His eyes flashed cyan with purple highlights, while hers glowed a deep red. Both encountered a raging monsoon of power, flooding their minds with their deepest desires. Dusk Shine ruled with an adoring crowd beneath him, dressed in exquisite silver regalia. Achieving a position of authority wasn't out of his grasp. Yet he wasn't interested in it. Did Dusk Shine crave the support and admiration denied by him?

Adagio manifested a similar vision with a darker twist. She and her sisters ruled the lands, devoutly worshipped as ruthless goddesses with their foes in rough chains. Sunset Shimmer was Adagio's favorite, along with Dusk Shine, who was in a fitted fine, pressed suit and tie and free to move. Corruptly delicious. Who wouldn't want to snag Dusk Shine? The amethyst academic checks all the marks. Frighteningly intelligent, at least academically, with several promising career paths, descended from a wealthy family, easy on the eyes, enrolled in an elite school, and had a spine with a respectable temperament. A bit of a goody two shoes, but it'll be enjoyable when he does break the rules. She rolled her eyes at Sunset's prior relationship with Flash Sentry. Why him? Simply because he's the popular guy in school? I don't hate Flash Sentry, but he's so basic, in my opinion. The standard nice guy who's the main heroine's love interest. How many times we've seen this relationship? Nothing wrong with it. But the 90s and early 2000s called, and they want their Hallmark/Disney high school coming-of-age plot back. At least Flash Sentry gets some points for an awesome name and deeper characterization, thanks to his rocker/jock design and actions throughout the movies and specials.

One of the prime reasons why Adagio is interested in Dusk Shine is his resistance to her charms. They had a few interactions, but he brushed her off each time. Usually, a woman would be gravelly insulted by it. Yet, it emboldens her, finding his intimate barriers an exciting task to dismantle. The only other person was likely Sunset Shimmer, with a few cracks thanks to their relationship. Now Adagio Dazzle wanted to shatter it. It'll be even sweeter if she's Dusk Shine's first in more ways than she assumed.

Hm? What's this? Another reality invaded their mind. It's them …working together? What?! Dusk Shine and Adagio Dazzle had confident smirks while battling an unseen foe. Both were relaxed and resolute in the other's abilities. Are they friends in this vision? Or more?

"What the…?" Both muttered at the bizarre sensation as they separated. Adagio knew what the was, as did her sisters, with a quick predatory sniff of the air. There's no denying it; her eyes widened with a sly smirk as they focused on him. He has it. A faint yet potent lingering presence stirs within the Top student. But does he know about it?

"I better go," Dusk Shine stammered, anxious about what he had experienced, taking a few steps back. Their predatory smiles and haunting eyes forced goosebumps on his arms and neck. Night Blaze's silence didn't help with this situation either.

"There's no harm staying for a few more minutes," Adagio Dazzle cooed, slowly closing the gap between them. Not good, not good.

"Yeah, your family would be okay if you're spending time with three cute girls," Aria Blaze continued, going to his side. Really not good!

"Plus, you're not dating anyone, so Sunset Shimmer shouldn't be mad," Sonata Dusk concluded with a teasing grin. Sunset dated other people in the past, so it should be fair that he should too.

"You're forgetting something," Dusk Shine remarked, pointing to the counter. "Your order," They turned to the order screen.

"Did you seriously order again?" They glared at the youngest member.

"Not this time," Sonata raised her hands in defense. They turned to find Dusk Shine escaping.

"We're going to chase him, aren't we?" Aria grinned, predicting their next course of action. They all shared a beam.

"Oh, definitely," Adagio agreed, nodding before giving chase to their target.

"Where's Dusk Shine?" One of his family members called. He said that he went to get lunch. Was the line too long?

"Oh, there he is," Shining Armor mentioned, only for Dusk Shine to blitz past them. "Or are you running towards or away?" He remarked. It's not like him to sprint like a maniac.

"AWAY! Hurry up," Dusk Shine announced, jetting across the mall. His eyes bounced around, searching for his pursuers.

"Oh…"Their eyes widened in panic once the claim registered in their brains. He's running away from something?! His family gathered their purchases and raced behind him.

"What did you do?" Cadance accused, glaring at her brother-in-law. Flurry Heart rested on her father's shoulder, enjoying the sudden ride.

"Me? I'm the victim here!" Dusk Shine retorted, his frantic eyes scanning for the Dazzlings. Crap, two of them are on the second floor. That means one of them is either behind or ahead of them. Shining Armor peaked behind him; a stunning girl was chasing them. Oh, her hair was a massive curly crown. Mhm. She wasn't enraged but appeared amused at the chase.

"Take your bike; we'll catch the bus," The police officer commanded. Dusk Shine nodded, accelerating to the exit while his family covered his escape amidst the crowd. The Dazzlings struggled to fight their target through the horde. They made their way to the chilly outside, searching for Dusk Shine throughout the parking lot. It's small as it's located near several bus stops but still has a healthy number of vehicles. A motorcycle's roar signaled Dusk Shine's departure. He drove by them, holding a brief stare through his helmet before revving his engine back on the street.

"He has a motorcycle?" Aria Blaze remarked with starry eyes. So cool. She didn't expect a bookworm like him to use that method of transportation—probably a scooter or a manual bike.

Adagio Dazzle took a deep inhale before releasing a satisfied exhale. "Come on, girls, we need to prepare for our comeback," The lead singer grinned as her crimson gem blazed with power. Her sisters smiled as well as their gems hummed. Night Blaze shot the girls a calculating gaze as their figures grew smaller as the distance increased. Better keep an eye on them for when they return.

Fun Fact/Trivia:

Ancient Equestria consisted of multiple city-states predominantly of one tribe but they relied on each for security. Gaians aka Earth Ponies held the majority of the fertile land and had the skills and strength to work the fields. Atmosites aka Pegasi had the best military and had a special connection with the weather, warning the other city-states with their swift calvary. Finally, the Starborn aka the Unicorns had the most wealth

The prevalent city-states for each main tribe pre-unification were Manehatten for the Gaians, Cloudsdale for the Atmosites and Canterlot for the Starborns. Ponyville was found post-unification by the Gaians as the first true multi-tribe settlement generations later

Yes, I know it's cut content from a previous chapter but a chapter is a chapter before the big event. Consider this a little breather

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Preview: Know your place

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This is a simple preview for future scenes and/or chapters. These previews are to fill gaps between lengthy updates. Plus I can get feedback from you guys as I can review these chapters with a different viewpoint.

Preview: Know your place

UGH! Final exams…one of the most insidious creations made by mortals. Honestly, high school exams are worse than college exams. At least college professors are more likely to give a fuck about their students. Unless you got one of those asshat teachers who brags about how challenging their course is and how barely anyone passes. Congratulations, you suck. Especially cumulative exams! The teachers who do exams based on specific chapters, allow people to skip if they made a particular grade or make the final exam a report or research paper. You are smart, kind, and loyal.

However, CHS students aren’t as fortunate. The school library is packed with students, bursting their brains with knowledge. “This is worse than the friendship games,” Rainbow Dash groaned, resting her head on the desk. They only had to study general stuff but now? Essays, cumulative exams, and reports with several due on the same day.

“We have a few weeks left,” Sunshine reassured, creating flashcards for biology. “We’ll be fine,”

Rainbow Dash narrowed her eyes. “Easy for you to say, Ms. Top Student,” She mocked, quoting with her fingers. “Tell that to the rest of us,” The star athlete replied, gesturing to their struggling schoolmates surrounded by mountains of books and a rat’s nest of papers. Some were nose-deep in their textbooks, crimson webs marked their strained eyes. Others grumbled, furiously erasing their answers before attempting to solve the math equation again.

“I see your point,” Sunset Shimmer acknowledged, aware of her anxious schoolmates. Her eyes widened and brightened at an idea. “I think I know someone who can help us out,” She smirked, retrieving her phone and dialing a number.

“Who?”

“A certain Top student,” Sunshine implied as the phone rang.

Her friend's eyes exploded at the suggestion. DUSK SHINE?! “Sugarcube, do you think that’s a good idea? The last time he was here …,” Applejack countered, pausing, recalling his Aether-fueled rampage throughout the school. She knew that it wasn’t entirely Dusk Shine’s fault. The farm girl can’t fathom how his mind and spirit are enduring utter hell from the games. “Like, is he okay up here?” The blonde tapped the side of her head.

“We’ll know in a minute,” Sunset responded softly as the ringtone ended. She stood up, stepping away to get some privacy.

“Hello,” Dusk Shine’s exhausted voice answered.

“Hey, Dusk Shine,” Sunset started. Finally, he sounds like himself again. “Do you have some free time this week? My friends need help studying for finals if you’re not too busy,” She gently prodded. He’s still recovering mentally from the Friendship games. The last thing Dusk Shine needed was more stress.

“My family and my therapists wanted me to get out of my room,” Dusk Shine stated, gazing around his room. He took an early day from Crystal Prep after his session. “Fine, I’ll come back tomorrow,” He confirmed.

“Thanks, Shine, you’re the best,” Sunset smiled.

“Tell that to my classmates,” Dusk Shine jokily countered before ending the call.

Sunset’s grin remains as her best friend is gradually getting better. She returned to her table. “Get supplies ready because Crystal Prep’s top student is giving us a tutoring session,” Sunset announced.

“Yay,” Fluttershy cheered softly. Others gulped with a demure sweat. This will either be excellent as they’re being tutored by Crystal Prep’s top student or horrifying as the top student evaluates them.

Dusk Shine rode the bus to CHS. He exhaled, tugging the plastic rope, signaling the transit to stop. It pulled to a stop enabling Dusk Shine to exit. The Schola Perfecta gazed at the educational institution as Spike popped up from his knapsack.

“Are you okay, Dusk?” The canine asked, nuzzling his face against Dusk Shine’s cheek. He’s tense, even scared, recalling what a monster he was when Night Blaze took over.

“Don’t know,” Dusk Shine attempted before inhaling deeply. “We can’t keep Sunset waiting,” He remarked. Spike dove back into the bag as they stepped towards the building.

“Dusk Shine,” Luna and Sunset Shimmer greeted him at the steps. He lightly smiled at their appearance. The elder of the two embraced him. “I’m glad you’re looking better,” Luna comforted. His amethyst eyes were exhausted, with noticeable bags under them. At least that ruthless fire in his eyes has been extinguished. Dusk Shine returned his original smart casual style with soft pants and a buttoned-up shirt under a deep purple vest.

“Thanks,” Dusk Shine acknowledged.

Sunset wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Come on, nerd. We better get studying,” The trio entered. All the students froze with cold sweat; their eyes were pinpricks as their hearts rumbled in their ears before pummeling to their guts. Crap, why is he here?!

“If anyone of you has a problem with Dusk Shine being here. Please follow me outside so I can respectfully break your legs,” Sunset Shimmer threatened with a smile, holding him tighter. No argued. “Thank you,” She replied, continuing their stroll to the Library. Luna went to her office while Sunset went to the cafeteria to get something to eat. Can’t study on an empty stomach.

Dusk Shine stepped down the corridor alone. CHS students created a wide berth for him, still cautious around the Schola Perfecta. Some leered at him, finding his monstrous form and dominant temperament deliciously attractive. Dusk Shine's scars rhythmically pulsed, burning his nerves at the memory. No! NO! No…. It stopped. He sighed, glancing at Snips and Snails huddling near their lockers and muttering under their breath.

“Ahem,” His stoic voice frightened the duo, hiding their stationery supplies behind their backs.

“Hey, Dusk Shine,” Snips stammered with an anxious sweat.

“I hope you’re studying well and not causing trouble again,” Dusk Shine commented, his eyes examining faint writing on their arms.

“No sir,” They saluted. Dusk Shine accepted their reply, walking off as they furiously scrubbed their arms. He passed Flash Sentry and Derpy Hooves, who were smiling and chattering with each other. Dusk Shine’s blank expression spoke a simple phrase as their eyes met. Don’t fuck up. He entered the library shortly after.

“Dusk Shine, we’re over here,” Cheerilee instructed, guiding him to her section of the room.

“Is this everyone?” Dusk Shine asked, resting his bags on a chair. The study group comprised Sunset Shimmer's leading friend group and other students. She entered, taking a front-row seat along with Trixie. The teacher nodded. “What’s the main subject you’re having trouble with?” Dusk Shine started them off, grabbing a marker from a study kit.

“Math,”

“Chemistry”

“Physics,”

“Simple stuff,” Dusk Shine retorted as Cheerilee handed him several textbooks. They rolled their eyes as he wrote on the whiteboard. Several hours passed as Dusk Shine summarized entire chapters into digestible chunks and comprehensible explanations. He offered study tips, recommendations for improving their notes, and methods to understand the chapter’s concepts. Sunset, Trixie, Fluttershy, and Rarity assist him during the session. They learn more in his session than this entire semester. Dusk Shine’s methods demonstrated how he achieved the rank of Top Student. People started to pack up.

“Dusk Shine, is it possible for you to have another session?” Cheerilee requested, acknowledging how well the students took in his lessons.

“PLEASE?!” Several students pleaded when Cheerilee shushed them. They were still in the library.

The next day, Dusk Shine arrived at Crystal Prep. His ears picked up arguing from one of the halls. He internally groaned. The complaints came from a self-entitled Karen, demanding something out of an employee's control. Cheerilee attempted to explain, but the woman didn’t listen.

“I better stop this,” Dusk Shine whispered. He raised a brow at the identities of the family. Filthy Rich, the leading businessman in Ponyville and with some sway in Canterlot. By his side, Diamond Tiara, his daughter holding textbooks with Silver Spoon. Dusk Shine recalled that the two were bullies of the CMC. Now they’ve become… friends? Acquaintances? Whatever. The father and daughter stared blankly at the woman’s rants, likely dealing with this numerous times. Diamond Tiara covered her face, embarrassed by her mother’s attitude.

“I don’t know what strings you’ve pulled or what Celestia did,” Spoiled Rich argued. She’s a snobby full figured woman of Terran origin. Her attire comprised lavish clothes and jewelry, primarily a gold necklace and an extravagant diamond ring. “I demanded that you or Celestia arrange for my dear daughter and Silver Spoon to have a one-on-one with Dusk Shine,” She ordered, crossing her arms, leaving no room for discussion. A flicker of rage entered Dusk Shine’s mind. This woman reminded him of Cinch. “They’re more deserving than the rest of the students. Especially with acceptance to Crystal Prep on the line. Right Diamond Tiara?”

The young girl fixed her posture, wearing a superficial proud mask to appease her mother. “Of course,” She rephrased, causing her mother to smile. Filthy Rich knew it was fake, resting his hand to comfort her.

“Thanks, right,” Spoiled Milk nodded.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” Dusk Shine interjected

“Ugh! Can’t you see we’re busy?!” Spoiled Milk sneered, turning her attention to the voice. The color temporarily drained from her face, losing all of her arrogance at the Top student. “Dusk Shine,” She immediately smiled, fixing her blouse to keep appearances. The mother gave Diamond Tiara a stern glance as well. Diamond Tiara set her posture, not wanting to embarrass her mother.

“Hello, Mr. Rich,” Dusk Shine greeted the man offering a handshake. The top student knows not to call him by his first name. Who wants to be called Filthy?

“Dusk Shine, glad you're doing better,” The older man accepted the handshake. Everyone was grateful that he broke the tension.

“I heard my name. So what’s the problem here?” Dusk Shine asked, already aware of what was happening. He simply wanted to gauge how Spoiled Rich would respond to save face. People like her are prevalent when trying to achieve status. She’ll likely attempt to downplay her misdeeds to appear more cooperative.

“I was simply asking. If you were available for private tutoring sessions for my daughter and her dear friend Silver Spoon,” Spoiled Rich provided an altered version of the events. They frowned, but it was reasonably accurate. “She needs that extra edge when applying for Crystal Prep in the future,” The older woman maintained that practiced smile, gesturing to her daughter, attempting to persuade Dusk Shine. It didn’t work. After releasing the magic, he had his fair share upon returning to school. Nothing more than petty self-preservation.

“No,” Dusk Shine refused. Cheerilee snickered at Spoiled Rich’s gobsmacked expression. That’s probably the first time in ages someone said no to her. “Both girls are welcomed to join the others,” He negotiated. However, that wasn’t good enough for her.

“Now, wait just a minute. You listen here!” Spoiled Rich discarded her facade as she stomped towards him.

“Please excuse us for a moment,” Filthy Rich interrupted, dragging his wife by the arm to a nearby hallway.

“What are you doing?” Spoiled Rich criticized

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up!” Filthy Rich fumed through gritted teeth.

“Dar-Darling?” Spoiled Rich muttered. Her heart rumbled like a drum, shuttering with fear at his aggression. She’s never seen him like this before.

“I’m going to say this once. So you better listen right here and right now,” Filthy Rich grumbled slowly but clearly so she could comprehend every syllable. “You don’t make demands with people like Dusk Shine. He’s not some servant you can boss around like on the Teacher's board,” Filthy Rich clarified, blood boiling and coiling throughout his veins. “If we’re the one percent. Then he’s the 0.01%,” He emphasized the social power that Dusk Shine’s family holds.

“You can’t be serious,” Spoiled Rich huffed, crossing her arms. Dusk Shine can’t be that wealthy compared to them.

“Look in my face. You tell me if I’m joking right here,” Filthy Rich directed. She stared at his blank expression. Her jaw was slightly ajar from shock as her eyes widened to dinner plates. He’s that powerful? “All it takes is one…word or passing comment. Everything I’ve worked for, thanks to my great-grandfather, will be gone. We’ll rub elbows with the middle or upper-middle class if I'm lucky. I’m NOT risking that just because you won’t get off your high horse,” Filthy Rich warned about the social ramifications of her arrogance. Several generations of wealth can vanish in an instant.“Do you understand me?” Filthy Rich concluded with narrow eyes. She gave a submissive nod with a dreadful expression, remembering her place. “Good,” He calmed down before turning to the group. “Sorry about that,” The older man frowned, hoping she didn’t ruin any future opportunities.

“It’s fine. Marriage is a tough thing,” Dusk Shine rationalized, easing the stress off his mind. “Ms. Cheerilee, can you take these two to the library?” He asked. The teacher guided the students to follow her. “I’ll stay with them for an extra hour or so with payment, of course,” Dusk Shine told the parents.

“Payment?” The Rich’s questioned.

“This session was a simple favor for a friend,” Dusk Shine explained himself. This isn’t a common occurrence for him anymore. His therapist and family members wanted him to have more time to heal.

“How much?” Mr. Rich pulled out his wallet. It’s the least he can do to patch up his wife’s antics.

“A simple $250 since it’s for finals and at a rather short notice,” Dusk Shine explained. Filthy Rich shrugged at the bargain price. Can’t complain. “Thank you. Can I talk with your wife for a few moments, please?” He asked, placing the money into his pocket. His voice was authoritative, cold, and vacant. Spoiled Rich’s skin tightened at his request. Did she do something that offended him? Fuck she probably did. Spoiled Rich heard rumors about what Dusk Shine did as Aether warped his mind. Were there long-term effects? She followed him to an adjacent classroom.

“Please take a seat,” He instructed as Spoiled Rich grabbed an empty seat. He did the same. Both sat, the ticking clock echoing throughout the room. His silence unnerved Spoiled Rich to no end. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Just remain calm, listen to Dusk Shine's words, and reclaim favor. “Let’s start with something simple, shall we?” He started as if this was an interview. “Who are you?” It’s a simple question but has countless answers.

“My name is Spoiled Rich,” Spoiled Rich introduced herself.

“That’s the second lie I’ve heard from you,” Dusk Shine remarked with a hint of annoyance. “I’ll ask again…who are you?” He repeated.

She paused, easing her shoulders and her arrogance. “My name is Spoiled…Milk,” Spoiled Rich revealed her original name with a slight embarrassment. People teased her for years.

“Spoiled Milk,” Dusk Shine repeated, lifting his brow in confusion. She nodded. Names shouldn’t be surprising as there are countless possibilities. But Spoiled Milk? “I understand the name change,” He briefly sympathized before continuing. “What else?”

“I’m the wife of Filthy Rich,” Spoiled Rich continued, puffing her bosom with pride at her declaration. “Head of the teacher’s board,”

“That’s it?” Dusk Shine questioned, tilting his head, hoping there was more to her,

“Yes,” Spoiled Rich concluded.

“What’s your occupation before your marriage or becoming the head?” Dusk Shine pressed on

“I didn’t have one besides working at my mother’s office and a few summer jobs in my youth,” Spoiled Milk scoffed, crossing her legs. “Is there a problem?”

“A few,” Dusk Shine declared. “You pride yourself on being Mr. Rich’s wife,”

“Of course,” She smiled.

“You see, that’s the problem,” Dusk Shine articulated, interlocking his fingers. “You pride yourself on simply being someone’s wife,” His amethyst eyes hardened upon this social interloper. “Everything you have…wealth, prestige, power, and authority. All of it is because of your husband. You have nothing,” Dusk Shine summarized her life. He dealt with this crap in Crystal Prep. Pretentious idiots believe themselves to be superior just because of who their family is. All they know is sucking up to whoever has the most power, swapping allegiances and values for mere convenience. Cowards.

“My husband will hear about this!” Spoiled Milk seethed, arising with her anger flickering. “I will not tolerate this,” He remained seated, indifferent to her temper as she glared at him. Is this supposed to intimate him?

“SOLIPI!” Dusk Shine barked, rumbling the area under the aristocratic power in his voice. The words were stuck in Spoiled Milk’s throat, squashing any semblance of resistance or bravado in her entitled spine. She humbled herself by sitting small in the chair. Did his eyes change color?

“Tell him. He’ll probably share the same opinion as me. I bet that’s your go-to tactic for everything, right?” Dusk Shine predicted in a sophisticated tone, using their small interaction and information from his schoolmates at Crystal Prep as the basis for his hypothesis.

“...” Spoiled Milk remained silent, gazing into her lap, unable to make eye contact.

“Of course. You’re the person that’ll abandon him if some tragedy impacts him, taking Diamond Tiara to her next mark. You probably already have someone in mind,” Dusk Shine calculated as she flinched at his words. “I’ll take that as a yes or maybe. So let’s start with another question. What does it mean to be one of society’s elite,” He questioned the older woman.

“Have a lot of money,” Spoiled Rich mumbled like a child caught in the act.

“It’s superficial like you and most Nouveau riche,” Dusk Shine frowned, rolling his eyes at the weak answer. “Yes, wealth is a part of it, but it is not the most critical part,” He confirmed, yet dismantling whatever preconceived notions she had.

“You called me Nouveau riche?” Spoiled Milk asked. She had never heard that term before.

“It means new money,” Dusk Shine explained. “You took a sip and claimed that you’re drowning. Mr. Rich and I are old money. It’s a part of our life, not our whole life. Anyone of perpetual wealth can see your new money,” He contributed, gesturing to the matron.

“They can? How?” Spoiled Rich questioned, examining her appearance and actions.

“It’s your snobby personality,” Dusk Shine pointed out the main example. “You claim authority that someone like you will never have. You let wealth control every decision you make and plot how to get more,” He stood, placing his hands into his pockets, citing various current events and stories from his schoolmates and multiple sources. “Also, your clothing,”

“Oh!” Spoiled Milk blushed, covering her chest and pulling down her shirt. Was she immodest or too conservative?

“No, your attire is appropriate. Stand up,” Dusk Shine clarified as she followed his command. Spoiled Milk’s heart raced as the purple male circled around her evaluating her attire. Several questions roamed in her thoughts. Were her clothes of sufficient quality? Is she presentable? Would his family and others like him mock her for low-grade attire? “Brand names. A low-class method of assimilating into the upper class,” Dusk Shine groaned at the various names from this walking advertisement.

“LOW-CLASS?!” Spoiled Milk boomed. Damn, she was right!

“Yes. When the aristocratic class dissolved, leading to the widening of the middle class and increased upward social mobility. Companies devoured this new social structure by mass producing these so-called luxury brands by slapping a hefty price tag. Now people are spending thousands of dollars for an online persona,” Dusk Shine elaborated, recalling countless influencers on social media.

“You mean like hypebeast brands,” Spoiled Milk recalled.

“Exactly. Those are great if you have money to burn, but you’ll never pass those clothes as heirlooms,” Dusk Shine continued, glancing at her diamond ring and gold necklace. “Your jewelry might suffice as it looks custom-made,” He adjusted his glasses, acknowledging the quality. You can’t get this at a local store.

“It was. Rich designed it for me,” Spoiled Milk beamed at the items. It wasn’t superficial but of genuine fondness for it.

“Good. Ask him to find you a custom tailor. It shouldn’t be hard,” Dusk Shine replied. There are several tailors that they could find today.

“Well, I do have more of a… fleshed-out figure,” Spoiled Milk mentioned with a meek blush. She’s not as young as she used to be. Now having a more plump figure displaying her status.

“Ma’am, you’re in your late forties and approaching 50 soon. Who cares?” Dusk Shine shrugged but acknowledged her concern. Canterlot is a Star-born dominant area, so finding a catering to Terrans presents a challenge. “I recognize every single brand you’re wearing. You want to distinguish yourself as an elite among your peers. Update your wardrobe correctly. The clothes will be of a similar price but better quality,” He added. More expensive doesn’t always mean better quality. “Now, to be elite, you must be better than average. You can’t rely solely on your family name and connections. Nepotism does create shortcuts and gives you priority. I benefited a few times, but I must work for it to not embarrass my family,” Dusk Shine continued. He was accepted into Crystal Prep by passing the entrance like anyone else. Every day he pushed himself as the Schola Prefecta, proving to himself and others that he was more than a simple rich kid. “Rich understands this concept, but you don’t. Not in the slightest,”

“How-oh right,” Spoiled Milk wanted to argue but stopped herself. All of his words crashed into her mind.

“You’re starting to understand. You’re a newborn babe still suckling on your mother’s breasts,” Dusk Shine praised, albeit still mocking her. “You have no ground to stand on. If Rich divorces you for whatever reason, he’ll be fine. Same with Diamond Tiara because he loves her,” He announced, analyzing Spoiled Rich’s interactions with her daughter. “And doesn’t try to live vicariously through her,” Cinch’s actions echoed in Spoiled Rich’s mind. She wondered if they were the same. “Take a look at Celestia and Luna. They’re direct descendants of Queen Galaxia, the last Monarch of Equestria. Galaxia had the wisdom and pragmatism to ensure her legacy endures as long as the sun and moon rise,” Dusk Shine divulged the origins of the lineage of the CHS principals. Spoiled Milk’s jaw dropped at the information. BOTH WERE TRUE NOBILITY?! “Now then, I have a tutoring session to get to. And what will you do,” He checked his watch, now that everything gradually sank into the social brownnoser mind.

“I’ll find a seamstress and get some applications,” Spoiled Milk answered, ready to leave.

“Good, but before I forget,” Dusk Shine smiled before grabbing her blouse and dragging her face to face. His eyes burned with ruthless animosity as he did during Night Blaze’s control. Her body went cold with dread, paralyzing her being. “If I even hear a whisper that you’re using Diamond Tiara to further gains or do something again like with Pipsqueak. I’ll guarantee that the only job you’ll have is men renting you by the hour just to put you on your back with a few hundred bits,” He warned. Dusk Shine could not help Sunny Flare from Cinch until after her removal. He’ll be damned if he allows it to happen to someone so young. “Do you understand me?” Dusk Shine narrowed his eyes as he raised her up, her legs dangling from the floor.

“Ye-yes, sir,” Spoiled Rich obeyed with a trembling voice and pinprick eyes. Why was he so strong?!

“Good. This stays between us. Now take your snobby ass back to your husband,” Dusk Shine calmed down and released her as he straightened her blouse. Spoiled Rich whimpered away as they exited the room.

Omake: Dusk shine gets love advice

Author's Note

Hello you wonderful people. This is a quick little Omake in-between long updates. Plus these Omakes allows me to refresh my writing skills, help with my writer's block and do a little AU's here and there.

Omake: Dusk shine gets love advice

Peace has been restored at Crystal Prep. It’s been months since the disastrous Friendship games, thanks to Cinch’s hubris. Why would she risk the ENTIRE world for several kilograms of gold-plated plastic? Then Dusk Shine’s revenge rampage shook up the school's status quo. It’s cruel, merciless, calculating, and destructive in every sense of the word. Yet they couldn’t deny Dusk Shine's effectiveness, culling the population of troublesome students and faculty. Especially those still loyal to Cinch. Some were … simply put, terrible if they wanted to be polite. Crystal Prep remains the prime elite school in Canterlot. Still, students can breathe easier under Principal Cadance’s leadership than Cinch’s draconian suffocating iron fist.

“That concludes the afternoon announcements,” Cadance concluded, removing her finger from the intercom. She exhaled, easing into this comforting chair. Cinch did have an eye for quality luxury items. Was it a gift from one of her many benefactors, or bought it herself? “Time for work,” The young principal muttered, clicking her pen and signing multiple documents for the upcoming months. Cadance is still a novice when managing an elite private school. Thankfully, she had bountiful support from the local community, various faculty, alumni, and most of the student body. They preferred her gentle, compassionate, and authoritative leadership instead of Cinch’s ridge and self-serving methods. Cadance frowned. By Faust’s light, how many children suffered for Cinch’s ambition over the decades? Dusk Shine. The former principal claimed she had one or two students with Dusk Shine’s potential. Where were they now? Cadance hopes that they’re happy, healthy, and safe.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“It’s open,” Cadance greeted warmly. Well, speak of Grogar; it’s Dusk Shine. “Hey, Dusk Shine,” She smiled at her brother-in-law or dutiful enforcer, as people claimed. He systemically removed most of those who would’ve challenged her newfound authority and pacified or frightened others to keep their heads down. The princess of love could’ve easily handled them herself. She still appreciated his support, albeit under Aether's control, erupting years of pent-up rage against his classmates.

“Good afternoon, Principal Cadance,” Dusk Shine replied softly. Cadance raised an invested brow at his flushed face and docile posture. He wants to ask her something but is nervous. “I. . . can I ask you something, please?” The top student requested before taking a seat. He fiddled with his hands on his lap.

“Of course,” Cadance consoled, straightening her face and posture. It must be serious if he’s acting like this. Her love senses were cheering, alarming her at the possibility.

He slowly breathed, wanting to get this over and done with. “Okay, so I have this friend who likes this girl,” Dusk Shine started, his mulberry face a luminescent strawberry.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Cadance’s blue eyes brightened and widened along with her beam. IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING!

“N-no, but let’s say it’s me, as we have similar personalities,” Dusk Shine stammered, defending himself as his face brightened again. Cadence’s smug grin remained, crossing her arms as she leaned forward, silently calling him out. “Okay, it’s me,” Dusk Shine confessed, surrendering to Cadance’s plot.

“EEEEK! Yes, just tell Sunset or Trixie that you want to hang out one-on-one,” Cadance squealed, getting excited at the potential love affair. He’s finally growing up and discovering the wonders of love. Both girls had a stable relationship with him, so it won’t be anything bizarre. Wait. She wondered when these emotions appeared. Eh. . . Cadance will worry about it later.

“Um, no, it’s not Sunset or Trixie,” Dusk Shine confessed softly.

“Really?” Cadance questioned, tilting her head in confusion. He nodded. Those two were definitely among Dusk Shine’s potential romantic partners. “Do I know her?”

“Kind of,” Dusk Shine remarked, moving his hand in a flapping manner. He reached into his pocket, scrolling through his phone while approaching her. “It’s her,” Dusk Shine announced, showing Cadance her picture.

Cadance squinted her eyes, attempting to recall this girl. “Oh, her,” Her eyes widened in celebration as his face reddened. “Nice choice,” She praised.

“How do I approach this?” Dusk Shine asked, pondering whether he should be direct and formal in his advances or should he act straightforwardly but with a casual tone.

“What do you have in mind,” Cadance smiled, pushing those documents away. They can wait. The two spent almost an hour texting Dusk Shine’s love interest. It was mainly Cadance as Dusk Shine paced anxiously in her office between responses and her crafting his replies.

His phone buzzed. “What did she say?” Dusk Shine muttered, huffing into a brown paper bag. Cadance glanced down.

“She said yes,” The principal broadcasted with a giddy smile even when Dusk Shine popped his paper bag in shock. His eyes widened at the news. SHE SAID YES?!

“. . . OH,” Dusk Shine muttered. He didn’t think that he would get this far. “Oh fuck, she said yes!” He exclaimed, grabbing the sides of his head.

“Dusk Shine, relax. You’ll be fine, okay,” Cadance got from her desk, resting a hand on his shoulders. She glanced at the clock. “Head home. We’ll talk about this later,” Dusk Shine nodded, retrieved his things, and exited the room. Cadance waited a few seconds before breaking a wide beam. “YES! YES! YES! YES! WOOOOOHOOOOOO!” She boomed, hopping around the office as if she won the lottery. “I need to make a few calls,” Cadance rushed to dial a number.

Shining Armor and his crew were filing reports when his phone buzzed in the office. “Hey babe,” The captain answered. He flinched. His ears rang from the roaring and excited babble of his wife. “Run that by me again?” Shining armor requested, barely getting a single word of that.

“DUSK SHINE HAS A DATE!” Cadance broadcasted, still feeling the high of the news. He stood abruptly, smiling along with his wife.

“Let’s go!” Shining Armor celebrated. Others paused and focused on their captain. “Sorry, my brother has a date,” He explained, pointing to his phone.

“Finally!” One of his crewmates shouted. They smiled, offering their blessings, and wished him the best. Some watched Dusk Shine grow up and knew his troubles at Crystal Prep. They helped him in any way they could. Someone pulled a whiteboard as they discussed a betting pool.

“Here’s the thing. . . it’s not Sunset or Trixie,” Cadence whispered enthusiastically.

“Oh cool. . .,” Shining Armor remarked. Wait… it’s not one of them. “WAIT, WHAT?!” His eyes bulged out of his skull from the reveal. When did this happen? Was it one of his classmates? Did he know them?

“What happened?”

“Dusk Shine’s date isn’t Sunset or Trixie,” Shining Armor divulged to his team.

“Ain’t no way,” One of them smiled amidst the frenzy. They went into a discussion, wondering who the girl was. Those two were at the apex of the betting pool. If it’s not those two, then who was it? A schoolmate? Someone from CHS or none of the above.

Shining Armor’s phone buzzed again. It’s Dusk Shine. “Hold on, I need to take this,” He ended the call and accepted his little brother’s number.

“Hey, Shining. . . I need some help because I know that Cadance already told up,” Dusk Shine whispered as he was still at school. He didn’t need eavesdroppers monitoring his calls.

“Don’t worry, we got you covered,” Shining Armor smiled with his crew.

“Thanks … wait we?” Dusk Shine smiled, briefly pausing, wondering what his brother was talking about. He got his answer from the roaring cheer of his brother’s coworkers.

Significant time has passed since Dusk Shine’s date. It was a total success as the two went on several dates consecutively. Now they’re dating exclusively and gradually becoming a couple. Both haven’t made it official or public. However, it didn’t stop Dusk Shine’s classmate.

“Hey, you think Dusk Shine is dating someone?” Neon Lights whispered to his friends, gesturing to the smiling Dusk Shine texting on his phone.

“Probably,” Trenderhoof and Suri remarked, aware of their Top student’s better mood over the past few months. He’s been smiling more and friendlier. Their most significant clue was Dusk Shine glued to this phone and smiling at the messages.

“But who is it?” They questioned as they scanned their classroom for potential suspects. Was it one of the Shadow 5? Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat, or Sunny Flare? It can’t be either of them, as Dusk Shine would’ve been talking to them. It must be someone from outside their class. Lemon Zest or Indigo Zap? Perhaps someone outside their school, like CHS. Sunset Shimmer, Trixie, or one of their friends?

More students got involved in the discussion as the days went by. Who is this mysterious girl? Maybe they’re just good friends and only overthinking this situation. Well, they’ll see soon.

They’ll get their answer enough. Cadance announced a small casual social event later on in the week. She encouraged students to get together as a plus-1. Some CPA students did what their principal asked and discovered their dates. Dusk Shine shuffled through his locker as the school ended. He didn’t have to worry about finding a plus-one since he already had one.

“Hey, Dusk Shine,” Lemon Zest’s voice appeared behind him. Her cheeks were ruby as she shuffled her feet. “Are you going to the party?” She muttered, locking up at him, twirling her long green hair.

“That’s correct,” Dusk Shine answered, much to her delight.

Lemon Zest beamed as she flirtatiously approached him. “So. . . do you want to be my-AHHHH,” The rocker purred before screaming as Moon Dancer bumped her out of the way. Dusk Shine blankly watches Lemon Zest slide across the floor.

“Dusk Shine, do you want to be my plus one?” Moon Dancer rattled off with a blush. Yes, it’s better to straightforward with your intentions.

Fleur De Lis appeared from the left field, shoving his Platte swap out of the way. “Out of the way!” She scoffed before flipping her hair. Her hand and arm slid across his neck and chest. Dusk Shine didn’t know what was happening, confused as she smirked. “Hey, Dusk Shine,” Her soft finger circled on his chest. A delicate flowery aroma diffused from her body. She recently put it on for this . . . seduction attempt. “How about you ditch them?” Fleur De Lis criticized the other two girls. They scowled at her. “And go out with this lavish rose instead?” She coaxed. More girls got into an argument. The rest of the Shadow Five, Starlight Glimmer, and the Dazzlings. All girls barred their teeth at each other, tensing their bodies.

“Excuse me,” Dusk Shine announced, stopping the brawl before it began. They stopped and turned to him.“I already have a date,” He articulated loudly to reach his point. Their eyes widened, and their jaws slacked. Astonished and utterly furiously about missing their chance.

“With who?!” They demanded, viewing each other suspiciously.

“My girlfriend,” Dusk Shine revealed with a demure smile and blush on his cheeks.

“WHAT?!” They boomed. The rumors were true after all, but who was his girlfriend?

The party was in full swing. Groups of students were dancing and having a wonderful time under the teacher’s supervision. However, two people are missing. Dusk Shine and his girlfriend. He knew he was telling the truth because why would he lie to impress them.

“Oh, there he is,” Trenderhoof pointed to the door. Dusk Shining holding the white hand of . . . VINYL SCRATCH?! Several stared rattled stone cold as some spat or choked on their beverages while the two strolled together. Everyone, sans Cadance, had the same question. HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN?!

“Dude, what . . . and how?” Several classmates questioned, pondering Dusk Shine’s charismatic nature. Although it shouldn’t be surprising as both were minor celebrities. More students exchanged money as it wasn’t Sunset, Trixie, or anyone from school.

“It kinda just happened,” Dusk Shine explained as Vinyl smirked with an arched brow. “The best estimate I can give was sometime during the Friendship games. We chatted. Our relationship grew, and now we’re here,” He concluded with a shrug, giving Vinyl’s hand a gentle squeeze as she kissed him. Envious glares landed on the pair, but they turned their noses. There’s nothing they can do. Whatever, they’re a high school, so they probably won’t last long. An energetic song blared from the speakers. Vinyl Scratch beamed, dragging Dusk Shine with her to dance. Others shrugged before joining the dance floor. The party went on.

A slow sensual song appeared, and students got together in pairs, touching each other’s bodies. Boy and Girl. Boy and Boy. Girl with Girl. Non-binaries and all in-between. It didn’t matter as love was love.

Dusk Shine and Vinyl Scratch held each other, relishing in the other’s warmth as their hands roamed and rested. Vinyl removed her iconic red-trimmed glasses, revealing her gorgeous rubies. She smiled. Her delicate lips touched his. Both shut their eyes, melting in their presence. Cadance and Discord smiled at the pair, exchanging a high-five. Finally, the two separated their lips.

“Hey. . . wanna take this party somewhere else?” Vinyl Scratch whispered huskily into Dusk Shine’s tender ear. His eyes widened with blazing cheeks. She rubbed his chest, rubbing his toned chest, attempting to persuade him.

“Re-really?” Dusk Shine stammered, his amethyst eyes bouncing around.

Her smile curled upwards with a low-lidded expression. “Of course,” Vinyl Scratch purred, her finger slightly tugging at her sleeveless shirt. His throat dried at the peek of her bare chest. She didn’t show him everything as they were public, but a little something to tantalize him. “We don’t have to go all the way,” She replied earnestly, pecking him on the lips. “Just. . . all . . . you're. . . comfortable with,” Vinyl cooed between each kiss. “Okay,” She whispered. Dusk Shine gulped the tension in his throat.

“Oh. . . okay. I trust you,” He nodded.

“Good boy,” Vinyl’s intoxicating breath tingled in his ears. She gazed around. Everyone was distracted, holding their partners or chatting in their small groups. Perfect. “Come on, show this secret lab of yours,” She took him by the hand, guiding him outside for some . . . alone time. Both faces were vibrant scarlet as Dusk Shine took control, leading his girlfriend to his private room. His heart thundered in his chest and ears, but he wasn’t afraid.

They’ve arrived at Dusk Shine’s lab. Vinyl scoped their surroundings, hoping that nobody was around. She popped a quick mint into her mouth. He had high standards, so it’s better to be safe than sorry. The door clicked open. They entered. She whistled, impressed at this private room. It’s almost like a studio apartment mixed with a research room. Then again, Cinch, that foul woman’s name, pulsated on her tongue, gave Dusk Shine an upgrade. He sat on the couch, rubbing his hands nervously in his lap.

“Can you lock the door, please?” Dusk Shine requested, adjusting his glasses with a roaring heart. Vinyl immediately secured the door behind her, smiling at him taking charge. “And can you . . . sit on my lap?” His face brightened as he squeaked out the request, patting his lap.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Vinyl Scratch agreed with flushed cheeks and a smirk. She sashayed over to him, parching her legs over his lap. Her arms wrapped securely around his neck. His hands did the same for her slender waist. He attempted to remove his glasses, but she stopped. “Keep them on,” She ordered softly. He did as their lips danced with each other. Vinyl Scratch wanted Dusk Shine to engrave this night into his crystal-clear memory for the rest of his life. That he did and many, many, many more.

I won't know why but I had a sudden interest in Vinyl Scratch over the last few weeks. I know she's a popular character but now she's crawling up my list. Plus these little AU's are fun and helps construct various future plots between movies and specials.

Thanks for reading the story. Have a good day. :)

Preliminary welcome party

Author's Note

Hello you wonderful people. Today's the day. WELCOME TO THE OFFICAL START OF THE FRIENDSHIP GAMES! I never expected for a chapter to be this long but hey it's done

Here's some songs that are parts of a character's playlist. Theses are either for moments/scenes I had in mind for them, describes their personality or they popped into my mind while listening to it.

Dusk Shine: I'm Unbeatable(Pokemon), Villain Arc(Daddyphatsnaps), Time of Dying(Three Days Grace), Hells Coming with Me (Poor Mans Poison), Forme Switch(Camsteady), In Half(Connor Quest), Fallen(Daddyphatsnaps) Waluigi vs Smash Bros Parts 1-3(Mashed), What's up Danger(Into the Spiderverse)

The Dazzlings: Did you miss me?(The Veronicas), Magic(Emii)

The Shadow 5: What I've Done(Linkin Park)

Preliminary welcome party

Dusk Shine, Cadance, and the Shadow 5 followed the signs to the gymnasium. Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna agreed that a simple welcome party would help facilitate a healthy relationship between the competing schools.

Hopefully.

He led from the front, keeping his distance from the rest of his group. Dusk Shine’s face was blank stone, ignoring what had occurred a few moments ago. He didn’t mention or acknowledge it whatsoever. His purple eyes were shallow voids like any other day. Still, something awakened in his pupils—a frenzied internal inferno begging Dusk Shine to satisfy its hunger. The Shadow 5 muttered, wondering what had happened.

“I know you guys saw that,” Sour Sweet whispered to her nodding team. They all did.

“Something was up with that statue,” Lemon Zest contributed, lowering the headphone’s volume. Dusk Shine was stuck on the stone horse as if something was forcing him to maintain contact.

Sugarcoat briefly pondered, recalling the soft flaming material oozing from the statue. “You think it. .,” She paused as the tension lumped into her throat. Insects skittered across her nerves at the sheer mention of the upcoming words. “It was aether?” Sugarcoat announced, swiftly glancing at Dusk Shine with Dean Cadance by his side. Unease crashed against the girls like an apathetic tidal wave. Sour Sweet examined her hand for any marks.

They’re aware of the Gateway experiment. Everyone knew about the dangers and horrors of Aether. How couldn’t they? Abnormal weather patterns & mutated wildlife. People with strange abilities, but those were thankfully sporadic. Although, the fact that they were on a potential hot spot . . . frightened them.

“That would explain how CHS climbed the ranks in the past year,” Indigo Zap considered speaking everyone’s thoughts or trying to avoid the conversation. Everybody gossiped about how CHS rapidly jumped from a decent school to one of the top in Equestria. Then again, Dusk Shine helped clean up some of CHS’s internal issues.

‘Dusk Shine,’ They all thought, worrying about their teammate. Did Aether corrupt his mind and personality in exchange for improved abilities? Some would eagerly believe that to save their own ego. Unable to stomach the repulsive bile of their inadequacy. Sunny Flare didn’t voice her opinions on whether she believes that Dusk Shine undoubtedly built alternatively or was amplified by magic. She had an inkling of what was going on with Dusk Shine. She overheard that her . . . mother acquired some type of amulet from a benefactor.

Speaking of which, I need some new names for magic/Aether. Aeon? I’ll worry about it later.

“They haven’t broken records, so I doubt it,” Sour Sweet grumbled, focusing on their upcoming victory. That boosted their confidence and eased their worries. Magic or not. Crystal Prep Academy was going to win another Friendship game.

They arrived at the gymnasium, where all the students and several CHS teachers were. Dusk Shine handed his bag to Cadance, who went in a separate direction down the hall. The A-team entered the room.

A banner saying ‘Welcome Crystal Prep’ hung overhead while Vinyl Scratch played some low-tempo music. Tension ran thick between the two schools, occupying different room halves like a pitched battle, exchanging harsh glares with the other school while Photo Finish snapped some pictures. Luna, Celestia, and Cinch were on the stage. Two echoing taps broke the stalemate, turning their attention to CHS’s principal.

“Good day, everyone,” Celestia announced with a sunny skip in her voice. It’s her job to make their guests feel welcome. “Today, we welcome our guests, Crystal Prep, for another Friendship game. Please enjoy yourselves,” She concluded, attempting to ease the dense air.

Flash Sentry was the first to attempt to make a friendly approach, stepping forward with a smile along with some of his classmates. Sour Sweet sneered at them, dropping a cup and crushing it beneath her heel. Flash Sentry eyed Dusk Shine. The Schola Perfecta gestured against attempting to socialize with his school. Not worth the headache. Believe him, he tried for years. Flash raised his hands in a surrendering shrug and returned to his school’s side.

“O. . .k then,” Celestia muttered, observing as the students prolonged their separation. This isn’t good. No fault of their own, but definitely Cinch’s, given that coldly smug grin on her face. What has she been teaching her students? Celestia predicted the notions of class, status, and elitism. Cinch always had a dominating sense of classism, despite her being of a barely lower social rank than the Celestial siblings. Was their school’s rivalry her method of getting a sense of superiority over them?

“Don’t worry, I have an idea,” Luna whispered with a grin. The older sister shared a grin as well.

Trixie smirked at the signal. Time to put on a show for their guests. She freshened herself using a mild fragrance and fluffing her blueish-white hair for added volume. Her lips were glistening with a gentle balm. She cleared her throat.

“Oh, Dusk Shine~,” Trixie announced with a gallop and wide grin, raising her hand. Dusk Shine glanced at the noise, holding his beverage.

“Hm,” He muttered before erecting a smile. “Hey, Tri-IXE!” Dusk Shine grunted as she jumped into an embrace. He’s strong enough to hold her, so it wasn’t an issue. But give a guy a warning next time. “Okay, what’s the scheme?” He asked, resting her down. She got in close, resting her arm on his shoulder. Students' eyes widened, and they gasped at their casual behavior.

“Whatever do you mean?” Trixie cooed, playfully fluttering her eyelashes. He wasn’t deterred even as she drew circles on his chest.

“I was born at night, not last night, Lulamoon,” Dusk Shine deadpanned. The pair continued to chat. His classmates stared wide-eyed at their interaction. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? When did Dusk Shine meet this light blue beauty? It would help explain why he wasn’t interested in any girls at school. Or . . . maybe . . . think about it for a few moments. Perhaps Dusk Shine isn’t romantically interested in CPA’s female student population because of how you guys treated him? The deliberate isolation you imposed on the Top Student just to project your weak and pathetic egos. Transactional interactions with him so you can maintain a B average. Plus, some of you actively bullied and harassed Dusk Shine in the past and flipped your attitude toward him when Dean Cadance returned from maternity leave.

“Hey, is that the girl you guys were talking about when you were at the mall?” A student whispered to the B-team. They continued to whisper curiously about Dusk Shine’s relationship with Trixie. Was she his girlfriend instead of this Sunset Shimmer? Trixie had to be important to him as he allowed her to touch him.

“Yes. See, I told you guys,” Neon Lights boasted with a smirk and crossed arms. They told their schoolmates that Dusk Shine was hanging out with a cute girl Royal Pin scoffed while sipping on his punch.

“Come on, we have a lot to discuss,” Trixie urged him to follow her by tugging his hand. She has a showman’s smile that charms her audience.

“Sure,” Dusk Shine shrugged, seeing no problem with it. Better than being an invisible drone among his classmates. However, someone didn’t enjoy that idea.

“Hold it,” Sunny Flare barked as she grabbed his sleeve, stopping the two in their tracks. Dusk Shine blankly stared at her hand, frowning as if he was disgusted. “You’re not going over there with her,” She demanded, garnering her team's attention. They stood behind her.

Dusk Shine ignored her and his team, roughly pulling his arm away as he resumed his journey. That defiance infuriated her. What gives him the right to brush her off without an explanation? Cinch would scold her if she didn’t try to stop him.

“I told you, you’re not going over there with her. Don’t you hear what I said?” Sunny Flare stomped, roughly grabbing his shoulder with her demands.

His eyes darkened about experiencing her invasive touch as his amulet became a second burning heartbeat. Who the fuck said she could touch him? Luna’s spine chilled, recalling this same foul stygian feeling throughout her body. Her panicked opal eyes searched for it before focusing on Dusk Shine.

“Please, no,” The Vice Principal muttered. Not him, anyone but him. He’s too young to tread on such a path.

Dusk Shine rotated his head, glaring at her fingers with murderous intent. He grabbed her hand, tossing them away like hot coals as he dusted away any filthy residue, handing off his cup to the magician.

Trixie stepped away, her heart pounding and sweat forming on her brow. The magician didn’t know what the hell was going but . . . Dusk Shine was PISSED. It wasn’t the ordinary pissed. He was boiling with anger, likely something that’s been accumulating for years, underneath his calm demeanor. She doesn’t blame him, especially after everything he endured at CPA and in his personal life. Her purple eyes scanned the posh girl’s solar hairpin. This must be Sunny Flare, CPA’s principal’s daughter. Trixie saw the similarities: Skintone, hair texture, and that annoyed pout with crossed arms.

“Good, now you’re going to sit down and,” Sunny Flare nodded with a conceited and stern smile as she ordered him.

“Hey . . . shut the hell up, will ya?” Dusk Shine whispered in a booming tone. Something in his voice changed as well. Lower, guttural, even unworldly. Dusk Shine wanted to curse at her, but they were guests, and he didn’t want to sully CPA’s reputation. Trixie and the A-team jaws hung loose.

“Excuse me?!” Sunny Flare retorted, narrowing her eyes, taken back by his sudden disrespect.

“Did I stutter?!” Dusk Shine countered, arching his brow. He approached her, getting directly into her face. Sunny Flare glared at him, tilting her upwards as he stared down at her. She took an unconscious step back. Mere millimeters separated them. “I wanted to ask you a question,” He did something they would never expect. Dusk Shine . . . removed his glasses and placed them in his pocket. Sunny Flare got a good look at his eyes. Once, they were beautiful purple gemstones but mutated into an oily flaming abyss devoid of that intellectual charm and curious wonder. Her reflection stared back into the void. Sunny Flare saw the panic in her eyes, locking her in place. “Who gave you the authority to tell me what to do?” Dusk Shine enquired, tilting his head, peering directly into her soul with a hollow gaze. His breath was hot and minty, displaying top-tier hygiene, yet it offered no comfort. Some of his team's hearts raced, and bodies tensed. Waves of fear and scorching intimidation radiated off Dusk Shine’s presence.

It’s a simple question. Who gave Sunny Flare the power, authority, and right to order Dusk Shine around? The last he checked, nobody did.

“. . .” Sunny Flare didn’t respond as she looked down. Trixie, Luna, and Shadow 5 gazed worriedly at this exchange. They’ve never seen Sunny Flare be so submissive. Cinch was the only one who could make Sunny Flare this humble. Haunting thoughts formed in their minds.

Something wasn’t right.

This wasn’t Dusk Shine. This was the Schola Perfecta of Crystal Preparatory Academy. You don’t become Schola Perfecta of such a prestigious educational institution by being friendly or merciful. It requires a particular type of selfishness and cruelty to topple over everyone in your path. That’s why his brother can’t be the Top Student. Shining Armor was too kind. Thankfully Dusk Shine does not have such pathetic weaknesses.

His amulet cackled at their tensing bodies like they were about to run. Did they expect him to be passive and follow whatever order uttered from their lips? Fucking idiots. The amulet smirked as the Shadow’s 5 hearts quaked at Dusk Shine’s enmity and malevolence.

“Exactly. Nobody did,” Dusk Shine admonished, stepping forward as her body chilled to the bone and nerves. Sunny Flare’s image was supposed to be blurry, yet he could see her. It wasn’t crystal clear, but Dusk Shine could still see her. “Only a few people have that authority,” Several individuals flashed in his mind. His parents, Shining Armor, Cadance, various family members, friends, and notable associates. They can order him without question. Not her! Never! Dusk Shine would rather die than submit to anyone of his classmates at Crystal Prep. He has never before and won’t be doing that anytime soon.

“And you. . . are . . . not . . . one. . . of . . . them,” He emphasized every syllable into her ears in a silvery voice. Softly yet potent. His voice was a somber campfire that exploded into a voracious annihilating blaze leaving nothing but remains in his path. Dusk Shine kept his cool as his eyes narrowed into predatory slits. “And you NEVER will be, so don’t even attempt to order me around,”

“Dusk Shine, just take it into consideration,” Sugarcoat interjected, attempting to ease the tension.

“Excuse me? Did I ask for your opinion on navigating my social life?” Dusk Shine snapped. Sugarcoat kept her mouth shut. “The last time I checked, we’re not friends; I don’t think we ever were based on prior experiences,” He tapped his chin and elaborated on any misunderstanding in their relationships. His eyes were narrowed dangerously, sharply gesturing between himself and the girls. The harsh words cut them profoundly, but they can’t deny the truth. Trixie’s chest ballooned watching Dusk Shine stand up for himself and chastise those who harmed and mistreated him. She frowned, unable to ignore the flickers of regret in their expressions.

“We’re acquaintances, colleagues, or classmates at best. I’m only here to make you guys don’t ruin our reputation,” Dusk Shine continued before gazing at Sunny Flare. She shuddered. “Besides, the faster we win, the faster I’m in Everton. The faster you’ll be the top student again,” He smiled sardonically at Sunny Flare. Her fist clenched, lip quivered at the brutal mockery of the claim. “Moondancer,” Dusk Shine called to his old classmate.

“Yes,” Moondancer obeyed, her body straightened at attention. She’s still anxious from the training incident with the arrow in his shoulder.

“You’re with me. Let’s say hi to some of our old classmates,” Dusk Shine suggested, gesturing to some familiar faces. It’s better than being with benchwarmers and coat-tail pests.

“Gladly,” Moondancer agreed, glaring at some of her classmates while trailing behind Dusk Shine and Trixie. The Shadow 5 wanted to yell at her, but they were chained by social conviction. Crystal Prep had a reputation for decorum. Cinch’s callous glare prevented them from acting out. They were arrogant but not rude. Their anger and indignation bubbled, but they kept the lid on, taking a few seats at nearby bleachers.

“Can you believe him?” Sour Sweet grumbled, folding her arms as Dusk Shine walked away.

“He’s not wrong,” Sugarcoat rationalized, much to her chagrin. Sour Sweet groaned, aware of that groundbreaking revelation but didn’t like hearing it. The archer sighed, wishing she wasn’t so weak in the past. She wondered if that one-time deal with Cinch was worth it or had any semblance of truth. Did Sour Sweet toss away Dusk Shine for half-truths and bald-faced lies? She glared at Cinch as the cold-hearted principal observed Dusk Shine, Moondancer, and their companions before glancing at Sunny Flare. Sour’s eyes widened at the principal’s daughter.

Sunny Flare had her head down, not even looking up from her lap. She shielded herself with her arm to avoid Cinch’s piercing glare. Another failure in her mother’s eyes. Sunny’s pride evaporated from her body, leaving a biological husk behind. She wanted to run away, hide and cry to escape it all. However, Cinch won’t allow it. Their principal won't let her reputation be sullied just because her daughter wanted to be a crybaby. Where’s Dean Cadance? Sunny Flare needed someone kind and empathetic. Her ‘friends’ weren’t the best options. Sugarcoat’s blunt and notably stony tone and Sour Sweet’s rapid mood spins left Dusk Shine as her main pillar. But he’s with Trixie and doesn’t want anything to do with them. Guess Sunny Flare is stuck here until something happens.

Several students observed Dusk Shine chatting with Trixie and her bandmates while commenting on his old classmates' conversation, even getting a few laughs and smiles from them. The interactions were an anomaly or a paradox to the spectating CPA students.

Dusk Shine . . . the Purple Prince, the Amethyst Academic, the Striped Scholar, the Conqueror of Cloudsdale.

For all the time they’ve known him, they never saw Dusk Shine being so open and vibrant in his words and expression. The Schola Perfecta was virtually an automaton designed to be intellectually superior to any average human. Brief interactions, dull expressions, and swift explanations were the norm. You were lucky if you got Dusk Shine to talk for more than a few minutes. However, they did shut him down numerous times in the past.

Dusk Shine is EVERYTHING that Crystal Prep represents. He was of noble birth and remained in the upper levels of society. The only ones that outclass him are Celestia and Luna. His drive, ambition, and determination to reach the apex. It pains them to admit it, but they can’t discredit his work ethic. Numerous parents begged, pleaded, or demanded that they be around Dusk Shine so his habits could be transferred to them. Some did. The majority did not, likely due to pride.

How can they?

To be told they were better than others due to their wealth, social status, and institution, even if they were average. They were still better than everyone else. Then someone of their stature emerged, making their average look mediocre. Parents and colleagues immediately scrutinize their children’s work ethic, wondering why they can’t be like Dusk Shine. His presence mocks them. He was better than them. If Dusk Shine was a prodigy from a middle or upper-middle-class family, their harsh treatment of him would be lessened. He would’ve been beneath them, giving them something lord over him. No. Dusk Shine’s one of them. An elite. Watching him achieve award after award like they were apples on a farm. It stains their pride and honor. Now he’s the Schola Perfecta, another barrier separating him from the rest of his peers like a massive stone dividing a river. An untouchable position away from the ordinary people.

Yet Dusk Shine was chatting with their opponents like they were old friends. He trusted total strangers more than his own schoolmates. Some were his previous classmates before his acceptance into Crystal Prep. Another idea popped into their heads. If Dusk Shine can mingle with their opponents, then why can’t they? CHS students seemed like cool people. Several students arose and stepped to CHS’s side.

“Where are you guys going?” Royal Pin accused the group, crossing his arms along with others. Why are they going over there?

“Um, over there,” A girl gestured her thumb to CHS’s section of the room. It’s getting boring over here. They’ll be damned if they allow Dusk Shine, the solitary beacon, to have better social skills than them.

Royal Pin rolled his eyes before frowning again. “You guys, too,” He exaggerated at his teammates, going over to CHS.

“Yes, plus there are cute girls over there, and my contact list needs to be expanded,” Trenderhoof nodded with a beaming Neon Lights. More gradually went over to CHS, but it was that cold professional mingling.

CHS’s A-team entered the room. Pinkie Pie jumped with a wide grin. “Time to get part-tay started!” She broadcasted jubilantly before her voice dragged to a crawl. “Oh,” Pinkie Pie muttered, caressing her forehead in disappointment. This wasn’t what she expected. There was little mingling throughout the room, but the majority remained segregated. Still better than nothing.

“What a snooze fest,” Rainbow Dash whispered to the group. Rarity shushed her as the rainbow-haired tomboy shrugged. She’s not wrong. However, what do they expect? For everyone to be buddy-buddy before one of the most intense events of their life? At least Dusk Shine was chatting with Trixie and her group, Moondancer, Lyra, and Bon-Bon. They thought Dusk Shine had a sister or cousin that resembled him. Sunset corrected them that Moondancer and Lyra Heartstrings were among his former classmates.

“Thank goodness, otherwise his father or mother had some explaining to do,” Rarity and Applejack added. Those two resemble identifiable twins, with Dusk Shine being older, or will it be Moondancer since her birthday is before his? Whatever. CPA students were hanging with CHS but in small niche gatherings. Sunset Shimmer eyed the Shadow 5 near the bleachers, keeping a snobby aura with turned noses and crossed arms. Sunny Flare stole glances at Dusk Shine, enjoying himself without them. Sunset focused on Cinch, giving Sunny Flare an icy glare.

“Sheesh,” Sunset Shimmer muttered, screwing her face up at such a loveless relationship. Dusk Shine reported that Cinch was notoriously strict and critical of her daughter, especially after she lost the title of Schola Perfecta to him. Also that Cinch was attempting to play matchmaker with them. Seriously what’s wrong with that woman?

Speaking of Dusk Shine, he went to the snack table. Wallflower Blush bumped into Indigo Zap and Royal Pin and excused herself, nearly colliding into Dusk Shine. The two quickly spoke and separated. Wallflower had a beam on herself. He paused, glaring at the CMC, who cowered under his harsh gaze but let them through to the table. Dusk Shine grabbed that . . . oh, definitely shouldn’t have done that.

Sunset Shimmer marched over to him. “Dusk Shine, what are you doing?” She demanded with crossed arms, gathering CPA’s attention. He lifted a brow behind his glasses.

“Who wants to know?” Indigo Zap interjected before he could speak, jabbing Sunset in the chest. Zap knows that Sunset Shimmer is one of Dusk Shine’s few weaknesses. She’s not going to let that happen. Shimmer arched her brow, was she supposed to be intimidated?

“Um, we are,” Rainbow Dash countered, getting into Zap’s space. Applejack separated them, attempting to cool hostilities. An itching sense of familiarity plagued Dusk Shine’s mind as he watched the smack talk between the two parties.

‘Have I been here before?’ He wondered. There are striking similarities between his team and Sunset’s team. However, the Shadowbolts were supposed to be dark or corrupted equivalents. Sunny Flare and Rarity had posh elegance, but Sunny lacked social tact. Applejack was honest, while Sugarcoat was brutally honest. Oh, the irony. Sour Sweet was superficially kind before swapping to extreme animosity. Lemon Zest, Indigo Zap, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash had identical personalities. Still, his team had a more defined competitive and mean streak.

Then there’s Dusk Shine and Sunset Shimmer. The top student of their respective schools, Sunset Shimmer, was once hated as the Sunscorch demon in her bullying days but now has been reborn as the beloved Solar-kissed Phoniex.

In contrast, Dusk Shine was once loved as the Rising Star of Crystal Prep, then he became the Schola Perfecta, taking the title from Sunny Flare. Envy, pride, and insecurity turned their admiration into pure bitter rancor. Now Dusk Shine stands alone as the Crystal Prince, the Flaming lavender comet, the Scourge of the Clouds. Some even called him a demon.

The smack talk intensified, forcing the rest of the CHS team to stand by. Dusk Shine looked at the team. Flash Sentry, Derpy Hooves, Lyra Heartstrings, Bon-Bon, Sandalwood & Microchip. Cinch’s gaze forced the CPA’s B-team to act as well. Indignation flowed through Dusk Shine’s body with this excess noise. Indigo and Rainbow continued to argue.

“Listen here, Skittles,” Indigo snarled when a cold hand grabbed her shoulder. She paused.

“That’s enough,” Dusk Shine commanded gently as if she was a young child. Everyone stopped arguing. The principals and Dean Cadance muttered, approving of Dusk Shine’s actions. “Hold your wings. I can handle Sunset myself,” He declared, motioning her to get behind on the line as he approached Canterlot High. Rainbow Dash didn’t want to deal with Dusk Shine again, so Sunset Shimmer took the lead.

“I would like to recognize the twelve students that CHS has elected to compete. I don't think we could have chosen a better group to represent the excellence, sportsmanship, and friendship the games stand for,” Celestia broadcasted to the entire school. All the students were there.

Canterlot High: Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Sunset Shimmer as the A-team. Flash Sentry, Derpy Hooves, Lyra Heartstrings, Bon-Bon, Sandalwood & Microchip as the B-team serving as back-up or generalists.

Crystal Prep: Dusk Shine, Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, Sunny Flare, Indigo Zap, and Sour Sweet as the A-team or the Shadow 6. Finally, Royal Pin, Suri Polomare, Upper Crust, Jet Set, Trenderhoof, and Neon Lights as the B-team

Here they are, standing face to face against one another like two armies before a pitched battle. The champions of their schools. Sunset Shimmer was flanked by Rainbow Dash and Applejack. Dusk Shine had Sour Sweet and Sunny Flare right behind him.

“Dusk Shine,” Sunset Shimmer started.

“How can I help you, Ms. Shimmer,” Dusk Shine questioned. She glanced at his hand.

“Is that the last choco-red velvet cupcake?” Sunset Shimmer quizzed, focusing on the cupcake

Dusk Shine removed the wrap, tearing the reddish brown bottom, and placed it on top of the rich crimson frosting, making a sandwich. He devoured it in one bite. “Probably,” Dusk Shine shrugged as he chewed the moist dessert.

“Oh no,” Someone from the CHS side muttered fearfully.

“You know what happens,” Sunset Shimmer warned, narrowing her eyes at him

“I do, but do I care?” Dusk Shine remarked, rolling his eyes, closing the distance.

“Think you’re pretty cute just because you got a growth sprout, you walking bisexual flag,”

“I am adorable, you burnt piece of bacon,” Dusk Shine taunted, countering with another tease.

“Burnt bacon?!” Rarity yelled at the comment. He could’ve called her a ketchup-mustard swirl.

“Uncooked sharp cheddar,”

“Purple throw-up,”

“Milady, I am Mulberry,” Dusk Shine corrected, holding one of those color palettes cards. “Or a gentle lilac or lavender,” He theorized, looking at the card.

“You actually keep those around,” Sunset Shimmer laughed, resting her hand on his shoulder.

“I have to get my facts right,” Dusk Shine said.

“But seriously, is that last one?” Sunset Shimmer asked. He motioned his hand, and a cupcake appeared in the middle. Yes!” Her eyes brightened as she snatched it from his palm. “Have I mentioned that you’re awesome?” She said while biting into the treat.

“Feelings’ mutual at least someone appreciates my efforts,” Dusk Shine mumbled.

“We do!” Celestia, Luna, Cadance, and Trixie broadcasted.

“I wasn’t referencing you guys,” Dusk Shine deadpanned. He knows that his family loves and appreciates him. His classmates were the targets of his ire. The amulet hummed against his chest. Look down. “Hm?” Dusk Shine gazed downwards, viewing a girl around his age, slightly older, crouching with an expensive camera directed at him. “Um, hello,” He said before being blinded by a series of camera lights.

“Ah yes, this one has it. He has the MAGIC,” Photo Finish broadcasted as she took several albums of photos. “Ze refined scholarly elegance, Ze stern smooth angles, Ze sliver of defiance with the ear piercing contrasting the textbook definition of gentlemanly intellect, how Ze colors coordinate perfectly and symmetrically,” She enumerated, finding all possible angles of this polished specimen. Dusk Shine raised his brow, utterly confused about who this lady was. Although that accent is familiar. The flashing and shuttering stopped as Photo Finish examined the photos. He sighed in relief. “Ja, Ja, Ja, this is wonderful, my greatest creation yet of such a natural beauty,” The photographer nodded with a shining beam. She’s flanked by two girls. Pixel Pizzaz's deep voice doesn’t match her gothic Lolita servant aesthetic. I haven’t read that book, but I know it’s fucking disturbing. Violet Blurr dressed similarly to the Dazzlings, with her extended hair reaching the back of her knees and emphasizing the rocker look.

“Um . . . thank you,” Dusk Shine responded, unsure of how to perceive this interaction.

“Oh! My mistake, I haven’t introduced myself,” Phone Finish gasped before stretching out her hand.

“You’re Photo Finish,” Dusk Shine greeted, accepting the introduction. “I’ve heard of your amazing work,” He remarked as her eyes widened and sparkled at the news.

“EEEKKK!!!” Photo Finish squealed like a groupie meeting their favorite celebrity. “Ze top student of Crystal Prep has heard of my work,” She rambled off with a face-breaking smile. “Pinch me,” Photo Finish outstretched her arm, hoping this wasn’t a dream. The Snapshots obliged, leaving her arm with dual stinging pinch marks.

“Do you want to take off my glasses for any glares?” Dusk Shine requested as his hands took off his glasses. He squinted his eyes, adjusting the blurry images.

“NO!” Several girls rejected that notion.

“Dusk, you’ve been wearing glasses forever,” Sunset Shimmer mentioned, approaching him and helping him put on his glasses. Dusk Shine’s face turned pink at the proximity. “It’s literally a part of your identity, so it’ll be weird without it,” She beamed at him.

“Plus, you’re handsome with them and still handsome without them,” Sugarcoat announced straightforwardly. Everyone looked at her. “What?” She argued defensively while looking around.

“I won’t mind handing some of this-” Lemon Zest muttered with a smirk before Indigo Zap punched her shoulder. That murderous glare from Sour Sweet was all the reason to stop.

“How about some photos for ze top students?” Photo Finish requested, holding her camera ready. The two shared a look and shrugged with a smile. They did standard posses. Some were as if they were a couple. The two decided to have some fun and do a few Jojo poses. Few of their teammates get involved in the fun. Pinkie Pie used this time with Luna’s and Celestia’s permission to help prepare for the actual party. Several CHS students were also involved.

“Come on, Egghead,” Sunset Shimmer urged, now that the music switched to a slightly upbeat tone. Her arm around was his shoulder. He smiled as he followed her.

“Um, no, thank you,” Sour Sweet shot off, pushing Sunset Shimmer’s arm off Dusk Shine. “You already had your time with CHS,” She glared. Dusk Shine opened his mouth when Sunset decided to deal with it herself.

“Excuse me, why are you yelling at him?” Sunset Shimmer grimaced, accusing Sour Sweet, marching right up to her. She couldn’t defend Dusk Shine while he was at Crystal Prep but Sunset’s damn sure to protect him now.

“Yelling?” Sour Sweet repeated, not backing down from this.

“YELLING?!” Sunset Shimmer barked. Several members from both sides dragged the other away, attempting to prevent a cat fright. Each team wondered what the hell happened between the two. All they know is that Dusk Shine was the source of it. Those with a history with them know that Dusk Shine and Sour Sweet had some kind of relationship with each other. They were close, but then it stopped. Both claimed they grew apart, but something about that seemed oddly convenient, especially when Cinch got involved.

“Hey, Dusk Shine,” Pinkie Pie appeared from behind. He turned to her. “How about a little experiment,” She handed him a remote, gesturing to a set of . . .cannons?! Both had a sly smirk as he pushed the button. Students were startled by the sudden explosion of confetti. Still, the shock turned into a partying mood as Vinyl Scratch played more energetic music. Dusk Shine watched Pinkie Pie have a pink aura around her. The amulet cheered and roared excitedly as the pink energy flowed into him. It made Dusk Shine relax, cracking a bit of a smile and chuckle here and there. Strobe lights flickered around as students raced to the dancefloor with pony-eared headbands.

Sunset Shimmer grabbed his hand. “Come on, Smartypants, let’s go,” She coaxed with a wide beam.

“All right,” Dusk Shine agreed, loosing up his tie. “Come on, guys, it’s a party, time to have some fun,” He bargained with his schoolmates.

“What, are you serious?” Some of them questioned his decision. Is he going to cut loose? Dusk Shine of all people, the lord of introversion

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Lemon Zest bubbled. She wanted any excuse to have a dance party. If Dusk Shine’s okay with it, who is she to argue against it?

“Anyone else?” Dusk Shine questioned. More shrugged and smiled as they got up from the bleachers. “Let’s show them how CPA really parties!” He roared, dragging Sunset Shimmer with him.

“Yes, sir!” Lemon Zest, Indigo Zap, and Neon Lights charged after him. CPA students watched with agape jaws at Dusk Shine dancing. The fun kind!

“We’re all seeing the same thing, right?” One of the more stuck-up students questioned what they were seeing.

“Dusk Shine was a bit of a party animal when we were kids,” Moon Dancer admitted to their shocked expressions.

“He was a party animal,” They can’t see it, but here’s the evidence in front of them.

Dusk Shine approached them. His body was loose, with an unusual jubilant smile on his face. “Moondancer, what are you going here with these snores?” He teased before offering his hand. “Have fun with the rest of us,” His purple eyes glimmered as her face blushed, taking his hand.

“I don’t really dance,” Moondancer muttered, raising her sweater to cover her face.

“You have dancer in your name, plus I missed watching you dance,” Dusk Shine remarked, hoping to coax her further. Purpose fueled her eyes with a determined smile as she followed him to the dance floor. Fleur De Lis, Sugarcoat, Sunny Flare, and Sour Sweet trailed behind them.

“You girls too?” Royal Pin accused the girls.

“Yep,” Sugarcoat confirmed his suspicions. Most of the students were having fun while they were just there being sourpusses.

“Come on, if Dusk Shine and Moondancer of all people can have fun while you can’t. There’s something wrong with you,” Sour Sweet defended as Fleur De Lis nodded to confirm before leaving them behind. That wounded their pride, forcing them to act.

The party was in full swing; even Vice Principal Luna danced a bit. Flash Sentry gazed at Sunset Shimmer when Derpy Hooves patted him on the back. Her gray face turned a mild pink before calming herself for what she was about to do.

“Do you want to dance?” Derpy asked with a mild stammer. His eyes widened at the request, but he smiled.

“I would like that,” Flash Sentry agreed as they held each other’s hand. Dusk Shine’s heart raced as his restrictions were lifted. For the first time in years at CPA, he’s having fun with his schoolmates. Dusk Shine even danced with a few of them, but Sunset Shimmer took his priority. She’s his best friend, and he trusts her beyond most people. The music slowed, and his face softened as he gazed at Sunset. Hers did as well, caressing his cheek with her hand.

‘He’s touch starved,’ Sunset remarked as he melted into her touch. His mouth opened and shut, wanting to tell her something but couldn’t.

“Sunset I-,” Dusk Shine started with fearful eyes but had to speak.

The light suddenly flared as the microphone whirred, stopping the music. Numerous people groaned, wondering who had stopped the fun. Principal Cinch was right there on the stage.

“I'd like to thank Principal Celestia for her unconventional welcome. It's been four years since the last Friendship Games, but it feels as though nothing has changed. Canterlot High continues to pick its competitors in a popularity contest. Crystal Prep continues to field its top twelve students,” Principal Cinch avowed as she had everyone’s attention. Her monotone voice had that arrogant passive-aggressive, mocking edge to it. CPA students frowned as they departed, returning the various items given by CHS students. They’re herded by Cinch’s more . . . loyal or obedient students over to their rightful place.

That’s right. There are factions within CPA. Those loyal to Cinch and those loyal to Cadance. No one wanted to admit this openly.

“It is a comfort to know that even after so many years of losses, your school remains committed to its ideals, however misguided they may be. Regardless of the inevitable outcome, I wish you all the best of luck,” She concluded with a tiny dismissive smirk. Those who don’t speak ‘Cinch.’ Here’s a translation: ‘You lowly commoners are foolish to even think you can beat us. But hey, you can try. It’ll be hilarious to watch you fail again,’

The schools separated once more, and all their unity vanished instantly like a bag of chips on a casual evening. Students grumbled as the boring attitude returned, forcing them back into their respective school groups. What a mood killer. However, some students established connections like Vinyl Scratch and Lemon Zest. Dusk Shine exhaled. Why did Cinch have to kill the fun again?

“I’m getting some drinks,” He announced, easing the stress from his body. He focused on Pinkie Pie, wondering what that strange Aether was. It was sweet and bubbly, making Dusk Shine experience joy and laughter like he never had in years. The amulet rumbled against his chest, forcing strange memories and images into his mind. It was from the other world he saw in his dreams. One memory was quite peculiar. A hoard of Pinkie Pie rampaged throughout the settlement, and they had to discover the real one like an advanced game of Where’s Waldo. Something about a Mirror Pool. Wait, was it that Mirror pool from that old nursery rhyme? Were these two worlds connected in some way?

“Can you get me one too?” Sunset’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Dusk Shine nodded and proceeded to the drink table. Applejack and Sour Sweet engaged in a staredown.

“Applejack,” Sour Sweet said, crossing her arms.

“Sour Sweet,” Applejack replied, copying the same gesture. Both had tense glares.

“Hey, save the aggression for the games, please,” Dusk Shine cautioned, getting between the girls. Some people would call him insane for this. These two are the physically strongest in their respective schools.

“Don’t worry about it, Dusk,” Applejack smiled, calming his worries. They just had a great party before Cinch froze the mood. There’s no point reheating the tension. She had a great business idea and reached into her jeans pockets. “Our families go way back as rivals in the farming section,” Applejack handed Dusk Shine a family business card with a voucher for Apple cider.

“We've evenly matched her apples against my family's berries,” Sour Sweet added with a confident smirk, handing him her family’s business card. Oh, smoothies. “Plus, we’re both strong thanks to harvesting and moving heavy equipment,” The archer continued. “But I’m the stronger one,”

“I honestly agree with you on everything except that last one,” Applejack frowned, countering Sour Sweet’s claim.

“How about a little contest?” Sour Sweet broadly smiled, looking over to Dusk Shine. “Do you have measuring tape?”

“I do,” Dusk Shine agreed, searching for the item.

“How about it, Applejack? The bigger biceps win,” Sour Sweet challenged, pulling up her sleeve and flexing her biceps.

“Fine by me.” Applejack grinned as she did the same. Dusk Shine went to each girl, wrapping the tape around their biceps and recording the data. They waited for his results.

“Mhm, it’s tied,” Dusk Shine announced after comparing the results.

“WHAT?!” Sour Sweet exclaimed, grabbing the measuring tape. He showed the results written on his phone. Sour Sweet would’ve lost if they were comparing thighs/quads.

“Well, how about that?” Applejack grinned, tipping up her hat. That shocked look on Sour Sweet’s face is priceless.

“Doesn’t matter; we’ll still win the Friendship games,” Sour Sweet scoffed, still holding the tape and CPA’s chances of victory. They have Dusk Shine on their team. They can’t lose unless there’s some otherworldly event that prevents them.

“Or it could be us; Arces will send some cider when we win,” Applejack challenged with a grin.

“I doubt it. We’ll be having victory smoothies, and you guys will have the losers discount,” Sour Sweet rolled her eyes at the claim.

“What’s going on here?” Sunset Shimmer quizzed the group.

“They were comparing biceps to see who’s stronger,” Dusk Shine answered

“How about you?” Sunset Shimmer questioned, nudging him with her elbow.

“Unfortunately, I’m not as impressive as them,” Dusk Shine confessed, rubbing the neck with a blush. How can a bookworm like him compare with a thoroughbred country girl and an experienced archer?

“Sounds like someone’s scared,” Sunset Shimmer teased singly.

“You think taunting or questioning my honor will force me to act?” Dusk Shine questioned, narrowing his eyes at his best friend. She smiled. “And you’re right,” He admitted while removing his coat and handing it to Sunset Shimmer. Dusk Shine didn’t have Shonen anime muscles, but damn, were they tasty. They couldn’t see him as outrageously bulky or muscle-bound. Those tight and lithe muscles suited him perfectly. Even if Dusk Shine didn’t have a toned physique, he was still quite handsome.

Applejack whistled, impressed at his muscles. “Huh, you’re packing some muscle there, city boy,” She praised. Sour Sweet’s gaze hallowed, tightly holding the measuring table. Was Applejack flirting with him?

“Most of the muscle mass went to my brother. Plus, my grandma is an Atmosite and a veteran, so there’s no slacking on our part,” Dusk Shine explained. Applejack raised a brow. He has Peagus running through his blood? “It worked in my favor since I’ve been carrying my school for two years,” He bragged. Oh great, now he’s flirting back! Cadance raised her thumbs as she fully supported his potential healthy relationships.

“Clearly,” Applejack grinned. City boy has a strict and responsible grandmother. She can relate to that and respects it. His family was good people.

“I’ll be over there,” Sunset Shimmer mentioned before pausing at someone.

“Sunset Shimmer,” Pixel Pizzaz said with a displeased frown.

“Pixel Pizzaz,” Sunset Shimmer replied, trying to maintain the peace. They kept out of each other’s way. She went over to Dusk Shine and Applejack.

“Hey, I don’t know how you get along with her after everything,” Pixel Pizzaz groaned, glancing over her shoulder while Sunset Shimmer poured them some drinks. She wanted to know. Sunset and Dusk Shine. Pixel could understand since he wasn’t a victim of bullying, and his rank protected him.

“We had our differences and conflicts and decided to talk like responsible people,” Dusk Shine informed as Applejack nodded in agreement. Sour Sweet rolled her eyes and went off to CPA’s side.

“She’s a pigeon if you ask me,” Pixel Pizzaz grumbled with a sneer. There’s still bad blood between the two girls.

“Oi, fix your muzzle before I fix it for you,” Dusk Shine barked with a lowered, gruff voice. The girls were alarmed by the sudden code switch. “Nothing’s sweet around here; you busted up honeycomb,” His eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Hold up, you’re from Manehattan,” Pixel Pizzaz confirmed, analyzing the accent and slang used.

“My grandma is, but I visit during vacations,” Dusk Shine revealed. It’s been a while since he visited his cousins. He paused. “And you’re from the Bronx, the central area either slightly north or west,” He predicted after analyzing her thick accent. She smiled

“No wonder how a high riser like you can deal with all that bullshit,” Pixel Pizzaz commented, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

“You’ll get used to it,” Dusk Shine shrugged. “It’s nice to be hated and challenged when I’m in Canterlot,” There’s a level of truth to his words. People always forget what it's like to be threatened or hated when they’re at the top. Everyone wants to be your friend. In a way, Dusk Shine was lucky. “No one really touches my family in Manehattan,”

“Only if you’re one of those groups. We don’t let people from Canterlot tell us what to do,” Pixel Pizzaz chuckled, arching a brow at his statement. He smiled, fully aware of what she meant. “You’re not right?” She stammered, losing her broad smile. Sweat formed ranked on her brow.

“Well, does this name ring any bells?” Dusk Shine quizzed, beckoning her to listen and clarify. Pixel rolled her eyes but obliged to it. He whispered the name along with several individuals. Her jaw slacked, and frozen blood coursed through her veins. Panic and terror cascaded on Pixel’s spine. She gulped, losing that tough girl attitude embedded into her being.

Holy shit, Dusk Shine’s family is one of those groups. He smiled, but his eyes didn’t. They were narrowed, sharpened to a dagger’s edge, probably something he routinely used. That group isn’t known for their mercy. His demolition of the Cloudsdale team was evidence of that. Becoming the Top Student of Crystal Prep can’t be for the kind, gentle or merciful.

“Oh . . . shit, my bad, Dusk Shine, sir,” Pixel Pizzaz stammered, bowing her head to be on her best behavior, taking a few steps back. She can’t believe that she pissed off the girlfriend(?) or the best friend of a likely future executive of one of those organizations. “Shit,” She mouthed, her heart rumbling in her stomach.

Applejack overheard their conversation. She recalled one summer when she visited her Aunt and Uncle Orange. Someone visited them. The farm girl cursed herself for not reminding them since it was slightly after Applebloom was born.

Don’t worry. I haven’t figured out any group names yet.

That person made the Oranges tremble and used honorifics. It bewildered her. Why were they doing that? They were one of the top families in Manehattan. For someone to make them humble and meek, they must be dangerous or unbelievably powerful. Her emerald eyes viewed Dusk Shine. He’s more dangerous than she initially expected. The prestige of Canterlot with the bloody yet callous underbelly of Manehattan.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dusk Shine consoled, enabling her and Applejack to relax. “You stood up to Sunset Shimmer and kept her head on,” He recalled her past deeds and how she was one of the few who stood up against Sunset Shimmer during her bully phase. “I appreciate it, and you have my thanks,” Dusk Shine nodded with a polite salute across his chest.

“You’re welcome,” Pixel Pizzaz grinned with a bow. Her chest swelled with pride, obtaining the approval of an elite. Maybe he can get her into Crystal Prep, or they can collaborate soon?

Dusk Shine returned to their table. He and Sunset Shimmer chatted more as they had time before the competition started. Vinyl Scratch walked by their table, briefly pausing to give Dusk Shine an over-the-shoulder hug from behind. He smiled back, patting her forearm before she returned to her turntables.

“Wait a minute, you know Vinyl Scratch?” Sunset Shimmer asked, grinning at his gobsmacked classmates.

“Yeah, our brothers are friends,” Dusk Shine explained. She hooks him up with some of the latest music. He fixes her equipment in exchange.

“Bet he doesn’t have her number,” A CPA student mocked.

“I don’t think he could even if he tried,” Another added with conceited laughter. The two shared a look, and Dusk Shine got up.

“You probably shouldn’t have said that,” Sunset Shimmer warned, sipping her punch.

“Why’s that?” A student countered. Sunset Shimmer gestured to Dusk Shine and Vinyl Scratch. She had a smile on her face as she typed her contact information into his phone. Dusk Shine has a smugly nonchalant look of superiority as his schoolmates are gobsmacked at his casual success. Vinyl got her phone out and took a selfie with him.

“Okay, HOW?!” One of them exclaimed.

“Why are you so surprised?” Sunset Shimmer smiled at their frustration. “Dusk Shine has always been a cool guy,” She admitted with a heartfelt smile. It morphed into a cruel sneer as she glowered at the CPA students. “Not like you guys know anything about having passion, charisma, or any semblance of a personality,” Sunset Shimmer morphed into her former bully mode with harsh words as their anger flared. However, something told them it was the truth. She knew what they did to Dusk Shine. All those late-night chats as he confessed the day's troubles. She wondered if his parents knew everything about “You have money. That’s it. Nothing special or unique beyond that,” Sunset reiterated with a scoff, swirling her cup around, disinterested in whatever they had to say. The students gazed at their cups or fiddled with their phones. Weak. These people have all the money in the world and choose to be boring and petty. A smile returned to her, gesturing over to her mulberry nerd.

“He has that and more. It’s why Dusk Shine is the Top student, and you’re just . . .,” Sunset Shimmer continued as Dusk Shine and Vinyl Scratch had their talk. Her dull cyan eyes examined the posh students. “This. So you can wallow in your little pride on the sidelines like always wonder why he’s at the top. And why you’ll never be,” She pointed her cup at the petty students. Her blood boiled and seethed with a belittling smirk. “Like anyone like you has a chance of beating him even if he’s going to Everton. Someone else will be the top student, and it won’t be you guys. I wonder if you’ll treat them like Dusk Shine or if this is something unique,” Sunset Shimmer shot with a laugh. Her gaze darkened and intensified as she concluded. The cup crinkled under her constricting grasp, imagining it was their throats. They squeaked and ran like frightened vermin.

“And now he’s flirting with the vice principal,” Sugarcoat mentioned, pointing to Dusk Shine talking with Luna.

“Are you kidding me?!”

“That’s a summary of it. I can’t tell you everything for reasons,” Dusk Shine confessed. His dull eyes motioned towards his schoolmates and Cinch. There are always prying eyes or unwanted listeners, mainly Sunny Flare, the damned tattle-tale.

“Understandable,” Luna said. “But do try not to keep it all in. It’s not healthy,” The vice principal cautioned sympathetically. Dusk Shine released a dense sigh; his shoulders sagged, barely able to hold the burden and stress of his position. He must win the games, get into Everton, and never return to Crystal Prep. The amulet bellowed in gut-busting laughter, mocking Dusk Shine for even thinking Cinch would hold her end of the bargain. Internally, Dusk Shine knew that she wasn’t going to do that. However, rancor flooded his thoughts and motives. He wasn’t going to let her get away with it.

“Do you think Cinch would allow me to?” Dusk Shine countered. His eyelids were heavy as his silvery voice dragged. Luna didn’t reply, only offering a comforting look, knowing Cinch’s uncompromising methods. “My only option is winning and leaving CPA,” He confessed, rubbing and scratching his neck. Anxiety sprouted goosebumps across his supple skin like a swarm of hornets piercing his nerves with venom.

“At least take a break or vacation after the games, please,” Luna counseled, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. She knew Dusk Shine and emphasized with him. Both were the nocturnal-themed younger sibling of the more accepted bright older sibling. At least Dusk Shine is viewed as having more potential than Shining Armor, while Luna was always in Celestia’s shadow. Envy marked their souls, desiring what their elder sibling had while they struggled for the bare minimum. The respect, admiration, or basic human decency, at least. Why must they become a monster just to be treated like a human? Resolve fueled Luna’s future endeavors; she won’t have him lost on that path. Celestia and Cadance worry about him too, and are devising a plan to counteract Cinch’s corrupting influence. Hopefully, they aren’t too late.

“Again . . . will Cinch allow that?” Dusk Shine retorted. Luna frowned. Both of them knew the answer.

“Dusk Shine, we need to go,” Sunny Flare directed with crossed arms.

“Under whose authority?” Dusk Shine queried. His back was still turned to her. Sunny Flare’s lip quivered as he refused to look at her. Luna's heart raced, and her eyes widened at the severe molten tone. Oh no. For the love of Faust, no. He’s already on the path.

“That would be my authority, Dusk Shine,” Cinch’s voice appeared behind them. She stood between Dusk Shine and Vice Principal Luna.

Luna crossed her arms with a displeased expression. Both children had lifeless looks; Dusk Shine was exhausted, simply desiring to be done with this nonsense. On the other hand, Sunny Flare was fearful with a self-critical aura, keeping her posture prim and proper in front of her mother. Luna sighed internally, disgusted at how Cinch was treating her students. Playing Matchmaker just to Dusk Shine and Sunny Flare together?

“Come along, Dusk Shine, you have a game to win,” Cinch ordered. Her well-manicured hand reached for his shoulder to guide him. An unprecedented occurrence happened. Dusk Shine’s hand blocked hers as he walked away. He didn’t give Cinch a second look as Sunny Flare trailed.

Cinch rubbed her silkened opalish gray palm. She recalled a similar experience when she first opened and touched the amulet. That time was a warning zap. This time . . . it was angry, furious that she dared to touch, lingering more than usual.

Luna saw something else. An image she hadn’t seen since during her youth when she . . . was Nightmare Moon. Ominous midnight corvid wings emerged from his broad back. A jagged flaming cyan horn rested on the center of his forehead. She blinked. Those features were gone. Dusk Shine returned to his teammates.

“Hey, are you okay?” Sunset Shine and Trixie asked via text message.

“I’m fine,” Dusk Shine replied dully. His hollow purple eye scoped the area, marking his teammates. “Can’t talk right now. Wait until after the first round?” He asked. The girls sent him thumbs-up emoji.

“Dusk Shine, can we ask a question if you so, please,” Jet Set asked. He picked his words carefully. Dusk Shine was not in a good mood. The last thing he needed was to get Dusk Shine’s side. They saw how he placed Sunny Flare in her place.

“And I might have the answer, depending on the question,” Dusk Shine considered his question before returning his phone to his pocket. “Proceed,” He accepted.

“What’s the deal with you and the Vice Principal?” Upper Crust questioned. They set their gazes on him. Why were they so casual with each other?

“Family friend or my Consul Familarius legally,” Dusk Shine explained. The social elites mouthed an agreement that described their relationship. However, the average members raised their brows and shrugged as they were unfamiliar with the term. Family friend, that they understood but Consul Familarius? Was it like a guardian or something along those lines?

“Dusk Shine,” Pixel Pizzaz spoke, obtaining his attention along with his team. They glared, frowning at the girl with Indigo Zap and Sour Sweet blocking her. Pixel glared back with wrinkles on her forehead. Who’s this chick? And why was her voice deep? It must be the accent.

Dusk Shine raised his hand, halting their hostility.“How can I help you?” He asked, standing up and approaching the city girl from the Bronx. Her face heated, recognizing how stellarly handsome he was. Pixel never paid much mind to the appearances of Photo’s latest project. But wow. Dusk Shine had noble features many envied, especially that emollient mulberry skin. How did his skin get that smooth and clear? Was it genetic or a mixture of products and proper diet? Those dreamy lilac eyes glistened behind his spectacles. Is that how he got his name? His hair was a nightly carpet of midnight blue and mild violet with a streak of hot pink. Intellectual sophistication radiated off his form. Fuck, Dusk Shine has the hot teacher or tutor vibe. Pixel won’t mind getting some extra credit from him. Photo Finish would definitely want photos. The uptown socialite city boy with the rough and tough girl from downtown. Hey, the look on Sunset’s face would be priceless.

“So, uh, Photo Finish wanted your number when you want photos taken,” Pixel Pizzaz explained, holding her phone out as her heart raced. Why was she so nervous?

“Okay, I’ll talk with Dean Cadance about it,” Dusk Shine shrugged, taking his phone as they exchanged contacts.

“Cool,” Pixel Pizzaz smiled with rosy cheeks.

“Ohhh~ can I?!” Pinkie Pie interjected, causing Pixel to jump in shock. She had a hot pink smartphone with a birthday party theme case.

“Yes, yes, you can,” Dusk Shine sighed, rolling his eyes, causing Pinkie Pie to glomp on him. His classmates' jaws’ dropped. Sunset told him how persistent Pinkie can sometimes be. It’s better to just let it happen. “Ok, that’s enough,” He commanded; this was too long for his liking. She agreed and exchanged phone numbers with him. Pinkie Pie smirked, taunting the CPA students by waving the phone before them as they departed. “What?” He asked, annoyed by their prolonged stares.

“You . . . let her . . . hug you?”

“Yeah,” Dusk Shine deadpanned, raising a brow.

“That means . . .,” Some of the students, including Lemon Zest, attempted to hug and/or touch him. He hopped and slipped out of the way.

“1: We’re not there in terms of a relationship. 2. She’s Sunset’s best friend, so I trust her. 3. She’s cute and cuddly. 4. Most importantly, it’s my body, my choice,” Dusk Shine listed his reasons.” 5. And I want to know where she got that party cannon,” He muttered under his voice, avoiding eye contact with Luna and Cadance.

“No,” Cadance & Luna refused, making an X with their arms. They know how mischievous he can be and refuse to enable the chaos.

“But hear me out,” Dusk Shine negotiated.

“No,” The two absolutely refused to hear him out.

“Come on,” Dusk Shine whined. They never let him have fun.

“Dusk Shine, we’ve known you since you were in your mother’s womb,” Luna countered, folding her armed with a disciplined gaze as did Cadance. “We trust your judgment and reliability as a competent individual,” The Vice-Principal mentioned his positive traits before narrowing her eyes. “However, you always had a mischievous spark in you,”

“I don’t like these false accusations,” Dusk Shine said. “I’ll ask,” He typed into the family about his request. They said no. “Damn. Well, I’m going where I’m appreciated,” Dusk Shine turned away right when Cadance grabbed his coat collar and dragged him back to his classmates.

“You stay here, please, and thank you,” The dean ordered with a smile as he rolled his eyes.

“Yes?” Dusk Shine remarked, gaining another set of looks.

“Okay, how?” Trenderhoof mentioned, gesturing to the CHS girls.

“You got like 3 girls' numbers in under an hour,” Another stated, holding their fingers. “Just how?!” It’s insane. For all their time knowing Dusk Shine, he only had one, maybe two crushes. He halted his romantic endeavors when becoming the Schola Perfecta. He never gave others a second glance. Yet Dusk Shine’s stacking phone numbers like they were playing cards. Was he always able to do this?

Dusk Shine rolled his eyes as they continued to talk. Their voices were annoying insignificant white noise to his ears. Corrosive rancor burned in his veins as the amulet roared in agreement. Dusk Shine experiences heat for a considerable amount of time. Yet, his body had no burn marks but still perceived changes. Dusk Shine thought he did. His mind listed his symptoms after receiving the necklace: Increased aggression, Vigorous appetite, Heightened awareness, Reduced Inhibitions, Notable Personalities changes, and becoming crueler in his words. His heart ballooned with pity and remorse for his words towards Sunny Flare, but the amulet devoured those feelings and spat them out. It found those emotions . . . disgusting.

His eyes darkened, his body heated, and his muscles tightened as he scooped members of CHS and CPA. They thought of him as a freak, a monster, a cat’s paw, as his classmates were too pitiful to do anything themselves. He had a job to do. Dusk Shine was going to win. So they better stay fuck of his way.

That bitch Cinch won’t allow him to leave. Even if he wanted to graduate early, Dusk Shine comprehends his importance to her reputation. He’ll be here until his final year. A dark chuckle echoed in his mind.

That’s fine. That’ll give us more time to destroy everything.

But what about your school and classmates? What about the other innocents involved in it?

What

About

Them?!

Have you forgotten everything they’ve said and done? Some of them did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! AND WATCH! Why give them such mercy and kindness when they give nothing in return?

That’s. Not. Fair! That isn’t justice. Dusk Shine wanted to win. You don’t get what you want by being nice all the time. Besides, they can always go to another school or place to work.

An unholy flame burned in Dusk Shine’s soul. Something he wanted to push down and extinguish for years. He can’t. Not anymore. He desired . . . no needed retribution for everything that happened, not just for him but for others as well. Dusk Shine stockpiled years of data on his classmates. What he was . . . interestingly damning. Cinch is a selfish woman, and if word got out that some of her students, graduates, alumni, and faculty were such scumbags. She’ll abandon them. That simple. It’s law 10, after all. Avoid Infection. However, as human nature would indicate, they’ll retaliate as well, exposing more dirty deeds and causing a monstrous chain reaction. He smiled cruelly, imagining the carnage.

Heh.

Nobody wants to be punished, so they’ll do anything to avoid or reduce it.

Decades-long bonds snap like dead twigs during a blizzard in an instant as parties and entire families betray and abandon each other in the wonderfully selfish and pragmatic name of self-preservation. Countlessly people will be impacted by this, including himself. He wondered how his classmates with react to this. Some will attempt to bride him in exchange for help. Others will seek vengeance for ruining their lives. Their livelihoods are in shambles due to their parents' businesses in the red. Disowned and rejected with long-deserved punishments. Maybe he was a traitor after all.

Well . . . they betrayed him first. Dusk Shine’s returning the favor. If he was going to burn in Cinch’s ambitions.

They should burn in his.

Fun fact: Consul Familarius is an old term going back to the early Unification days. It originally came from the Pegasi thanks to their militaristic culture. These individuals are often outsiders working for the interests of a city-state. For example, a powerful clan conqueror or settles a region then one of their vassal clans is placed in charge of the settlement. This is to prevent one clan from having too much power and establish long-term alliances between clans

Now Consuls are now family friends or close associates typically acting as guardians or godparents just in case something happens to an heir's family and keep them on the proper path. It's among the highest honor a person can have. They even have the right to remove a child from their family if they become too problematic. However, that's only in extreme cases as Consuls and their recipients are typically of higher status families.

Bodyguard preview

Hello you wonderful people. I'm back with another chapter. This time it's with the iconic DAZZLINGS. This went in a different direction than what I originally planned but that's how writing goes sometimes. Don't worry, I have the next official chapter in the works. So sit back and enjoy

Dusk Shine stepped off the bus, arriving early at Crystal Prep Academy on this chilly morning. Other students followed as they approached the front gate. Teachers and monitor students inspected their uniforms before allowing them access. Dusk Shine remained the Top student, so they let him through without a second glance. A trio of students followed closely, forming a protective barrier behind him.

"Hey, Dusk," Spike whispered, popping his purple and green head from his backpack. Dusk Shine grunted in acknowledgment. "Are we going to do anything about . . . them?" Spike emphasized, gesturing to the trio behind them.

Dusk Shine released a sweat drop as his body tensed, revealing his anxiety to his closest companion. "I would if I could, buddy," He confessed as they entered the building, garnering attention from the public student body. The trio's harsh glares immediately silenced mutters. They were often called his 'bodyguards' despite numerous times showing that Dusk Shine doesn't require protection. He's the Schola Perfecta of Crystal Prep Academy. Various corporations and colleges are vying for Dusk Shine's attention upon graduation. The captain of Canterlot's police force is his older brother. Only the genuinely idiotic or arrogant would be foolish enough to harm him. Dusk Shine exploited this as he culled Crystal Prep's population of any dissenters during Dean Cadance's ascension to Principal Cadance. Cinch frequently stated that her influence ran deep after being principal for over twenty years and being at CPA for around thirty years. However, Cinch's horrid actions at the friendship games forced her distasteful departure, invalidating her once-polished influence. Furthermore, police and federal investigations were opened up.

Nobody wanted to be associated with her. A criminal, a horrible mother, and a deceptive person. Dusk Shine recalled her disgruntled rants about how everyone abandoned her. He countered with Law 10: Avoid Infection. Distance yourself from the unlucky, unhappy, and misfortunate if someone is constantly displeased with their life and is in frequent trouble. It's likely their fault, and they need to be avoided before they suck others into their whirlpool of misery. Also, her favorite law in Law 5: So much depends on reputation, guard it with your life. People associate themselves with Cinch only because of her reputation and influence, enabling them to achieve their goals. Now she's just Abacus Cinch. They're no longer indebted to her, but so was she.

Dusk Shine used her vulnerable position to his advantage, along with Shining Armor and Cadance. Cinch had to give names with concrete evidence before negotiations could be made. She sang like a canary in a fully booked amphitheater, resulting in a MASSIVE chain reaction throughout Equestria, especially in Canterlot and CPA. The school endured a reconstruction period, but Cadance was extremely popular and competent in her job. Some even speculated that Cinch planned for Cadance to succeed her in the future or make Cadance into a principal or president of another established school. Despite the warm welcome, some weren't eager to relinquish the boons from being in Cinch's circle. Numerous faculty, alumni, parents, and students attempted to cozy up to Dusk Shine and Cadance with compliments, lavish gifts, and supposed loyalty.

Fucking flunkies.

Rageful disgust filled Dusk Shine's blood. Did they honestly think that suddenly being nice to him would make him forget ALL OF THE PAIN THEY'VE CAUSED HIM?! His bodyguards glanced at him, softening their expressions. Dusk Shine waved off their concerns. They nodded, keeping vigil as they closed their ranks.

Granted, some were remorseful and apologetic for their behavior, but most weren't. They reeked of pathetic self-preservation, hoping to avoid punishment or reduce societal backlash. It didn't work. It made it worse as many criticized them for their lack of responsibility and blamed Cinch for how they treated Dusk Shine. They pointed fingers at each other. Friends blaming friends. Parents throw their children under the bus to maintain the image of a responsible individual. Others stayed quiet, not voicing their opinions, trying to play double agent. Helping Cinch from the shadows and assisting Cadance in public. That should be the end of it, right?

Wrong

Humans love stability, desire to avoid punishment and acquire more resources. People will lie, cheat, steal, and kill to get what they want. Several students wanted revenge against Dusk Shine for destroying their reputation and livelihood. He was aware of them, activating Law 15: Crush your enemy. No mercy, no quarter, no diplomacy. Also, Law 9: Win through actions.

The Prismatic Gauntlet was the ultimate humiliation for them and their peers. Dusk Shine proved why he was the Schola Perfecta, facing dozens upon dozens of students single-handedly, taking their cutie marks as a reward and making them bow and kneel before the entire student body and their guests. They still had burning embers of rage in their eyes, clinging to conceited pride and arrogance like a life raft. All those years of Smokey the Bear commercials told him it only takes one tiny ember to start a wildfire. His classmates, likely through their parents, won't take this humiliation lightly. Therefore, Dusk Shine uses several laws and stratagems to continue his plan.

Law 39: Stir up the waters to catch fish. He mocked, taunted, and embarrassed them in front of everyone they held dear. Their pride shattered, leaving only revenge in their souls. That makes them predictable as they're focused on him. Furthermore, it'll cause discord within their ranks—the old reliable Divide and Conquer. Also, law 23: Concentrate your forces. He knew his mission and how to achieve it. One single concentrated action was required.

After that, it was Law 12: Disarm with strategic honesty & generosity. He returned their cutie marks with a massive feast prepared for them and job applications. Why? Cinch was talking and wasn't looking suitable for his snobby classmates. Their parents and businesses will either collapse or suffer some form of financial difficulty. Dusk Shine decided up the ante with Law 32: Play to people's fantasies. He said they'll be free, considered responsible and trustworthy, and finally independent from their more established peers. This was 43: Win both hearts and minds. Places were looking for new workers, and their prestige would skyrocket if they were Crystal Prep. Secondly, it would prove to Equestria that they weren't idle wealthy kids who only got into CPA because of their families' wealth and connections. Thirdly it's simply practical, some were in their final year, and this would serve as practice in the workforce.

Unfortunately, everything was Law 31: The illusion of choice. Dusk Shine was the puppeteer pulling strings, at least within his school, with Cadance's help. She didn't want to be this ruthless but had enacted Law 26: Get people to do the dirty work for her. That was Dusk Shine. He was fully willing to get his hands dirty to wipe Cinch's stains from their school. Besides, Dusk Shine knew his opponents, their weaknesses, how they'll react, and when to do it. Laws 19, 33, 35 and 44.

Working with Shining Armor, Cinch provides him and Sombra, his family lawyer, with the best way to cull the infection. Yes, Sombra is involved in Dusk Shine's affairs. Some of Dusk Shine's schoolmates had some juicy secrets, and he let it slip that a few investigations would be opened against them. He already had some, but he needed more to keep them guessing. Law 13: Get help by appealing to others' self-interest. People are naturally selfish; they always look for ways to benefit themselves. What's a better way than removing an enemy by revealing what a scumbag they were? It removes bullies and other troublemakers, cleans the school's reputation, and likely inspires others to do the same.

Finally, Law 42: Strike the shepherd to scatter the sheep. This would take time, as Dusk Shine was already months deep into his plan, so he needed to accelerate things. He asked himself a simple question. Who are the biggest troublemakers with the most to lose from anything that occurred? Dusk Shine found them after he calmed down and went to therapy. They thought he was weak and easily intimidated, but they were utterly wrong. Dusk Shine boldly countered, keeping them in suspense as he revealed some of his cards. Truths and speculations with data from Cinch, Cadance, and some of their classmates forced them to act drastically, resulting in their isolation and, for some, expulsion and in cuffs.

Crystal Prep had an influx and exodus of students after Cinch's departure and during the reconstruction phase. One was Starlight Glimmer, becoming 2nd place and assisting Dusk Shine by gathering information. She was his first friend at Crystal Prep in ages. Moondancer and Starlight became close friends. Another was Juniper Montage, a film and photography student. Sunny Flare established a connection with her using their love of cameras. Then were Dusk Shine's 'bodyguards,' who are they?

The one . . . and only

DAZZLINGS!

But how? Simple. They enrolled, likely using Cinch's remaining influence. These three relished in the animosity within Crystal Prep, finding a full-course all-you-can-eat buffet. More importantly, the Aether that Dusk Shine released during the Friendship games. It was perfect. After stockpiling enough power, they attempted to conquer Canterlot with their music, then spread to Equestria and beyond. However, Dusk Shine stopped them with Night Blaze taking over. The Dazzlings suffered a brutal fall from grace. Their popularity was in the toilet. Agents dropped them. Locked in a secured facility as society scorned them. Forced to live in a lower-rent area in the downtown area with expulsion on the horizon. It sucked but was well deserved. However, Dusk Shine couldn't sit back and watch them suffer, as it remembered how he used to be at Crystal Prep. So he helped them, getting them back on their feet. Not on par with their previous life, but significantly better than what could've been. They were utterly baffled by his generosity as nobody was this altruist. He rejected their offers to have some fun during their alone time as it would leave a rancid taste in his mouth, using someone's desperate situation to satisfy his carnal desires. Furthermore, Dusk Shine's the top student, so they were his responsibility. Before driving off on his motorcycle, he said he better see them at school on Monday.

He did and many more after that. The Dazzlings went to every class on their best behavior, becoming model students. They wanted to repay Dusk Shine's kindness, so bodyguards it was. Dusk Shine didn't need the protection but can't deny its benefits as some students might still retaliate against him. He glanced over his shoulder as one of them hooked his arm.

First, it was the youngest, Sonata Dusk acting as arm candy. She's the most friendly and approachable compared to her . . . sisters(?). Her uniform was in prime condition ever since she got it, wanting to make a good impression. Like her sisters, she cut her hair into a neck-length bob, keeping side lengths to frame her face. Hair was essential to their culture, and cutting was a set of remorse, guilt, or starting a new life. A closing cycle is what they called it. No wonder it was so long. Sonata was placed in the grade below them due to her age and less-than-stellar grades; thus, Dusk Shine often had to tutor her.

"See you later, Dusk one," Sonata smiled, nuzzling her face into his muscular arm before skipping to her homeroom, and swaying her hips. She wanted Dusk Shine to look.

"Hey," Spike snapped his paws, breaking his friend out of his stupor.

"Don't judge me," Dusk Shine grumbled as Spike rolled his eyes. Some people called them Dusk to Dusk, with him being Dusk One and Sonata being Dusk 2. The other two closed their ranks, each taking a side.

Next was Aria Blaze. She removed her extended pigtails as it made her look childish. Her new hairstyle reached her chin, grazing her shoulders when her head was down. It separates her from Starlight Glimmer. Both were identical except in personality, body type, and uniform. Blaze chose a more casual style with a light sweater vest. Aria became the main bodyguard, more willing to fight than her sisters. Her bored mulberry eyes remained vigilant as she scooped the area. Dusk Shine was brilliant and much more formidable than she imagined. He single-handedly wiped out virtually all of his opposition. Heh. Some were stupid enough to get themselves kicked out of CPA. Aria purred with a mischievous smirk and lowered eyelids. Tough, intelligent, determined, and crafty. She liked that. Chills erupted on Dusk Shine's spine, getting a cold sweat from Aria's stare as they climbed the stairs. Just don't look, Shine, and you'll be fine.

"Catch you later, nerd," Aria Blaze said, playfully bumping her shoulder into him. Her class was on the other side of the hallway. Dusk Shine nodded as Adagio followed him to their homeroom. Aria's cheeks turned bright pink with a still confident grin, using her thumb and index finger to make a heart directed at Dusk Shine.

"How are you holding, Adagio?" The Schola Perfect asked as they strolled down the hallway.

She sighed, playing with what remained of her luxurious hair. The eldest Dazzling valued her hair above all things. It was her signature. Adagio's orange hair stays puffy and curly, reaching the nape of her neck and the perimeter of her upper back. She discarded her spiked headband, finding no use for it now that her hair was more manageable.

"I'm doing better. . . thanks to you," Adagio confessed with a meek smile. She suffered the most from their fall from grace, being the mastermind behind everything she and her sisters had done. Her posture became bored, indifferent, losing that scheming pride she adored. It's shown in her uniform. Sloppy or delinquent even. An untucked shirt, wrinkled skirt, and coat with her hand in one of the pockets.

"Don't mention it," Dusk Shine remarked, shrugging it off. Her gaze softened at his humility. She couldn't understand it. Why did Dusk Shine help them? Adagio and her sisters made Sunset's life hell, helped with the Anon-A-Miss event, stirred the boiling pot within Crystal prep, challenged his and Dean Cadance's authority, and attempted to take over Equestria. After everything they did?! He still helped them. No loopholes, no exploitation agreements, or special favors. The only cost for them is redemption and atonement. She couldn't help but smile. No wonder why Sunset Shimmer valued him so highly. Students muttered venom under their breaths as Adagio walked by.

"Who does she think she is?"

"Uh, why are they still here?"

"This must be Dusk Shine's punishment for being around them."

"He's too nice for his own good by helping them out,"

"Think one of them fucking him?"

"Nah, Dusk Shine won't lower his standards for them. He'll rather do it with Fleur De Lis than them,"

Both ignored their comments, but Adagio couldn't help to feel self-conscious. "Did you have to go through this crap?" She asked, making herself smaller. Adornment was the standard reaction towards her entire life. Now she's met with rancor and jeers like other students attempted to destroy CPA to destroy Dusk Shine. He nodded. Shock widened her eyes at his confession. "To go from being adorned," Adagio breathed.

"To be treated like a demon," Both mentioned before releasing a soft chuckle with their understanding. Adagio raised her head, regaining a measure of her ego back, stepping to his side. The dynamic duo: The Siren and The Demon.

Dusk Shine checked his watch. "Want to get some breakfast before class," He suggested. They have some time to kill. The lunchroom is serving pancakes today.

"Lead the way," Adagio agreed, changing their path to the cafeteria. Her raspberry eyes soften, cracking a heartfelt grin. "Thank you, my. . . Maestrkyraminus," She lowered her melodious voice, adopting a more respectful tone, even slightly bowing.

Dusk Shine raised his brow; there's that name again. He wants to know what it means or its significance. They've been calling Dusk Shine that name ever since he helped them. Was it an honorific or something along those lines? It didn't resemble any language he was familiar with. That's a later issue.

It's after hours at Crystal Prep, the majority of students have already left for home and to hang out with their friends. The only ones who remained were students in their clubs, lingering teachers, and students getting some extra studying done in the library. Although some desired respite from their parents' ire. Wounds from the Friendship games and Prismatic gauntlet are still fresh.

Dusk Shine and Sonata Dusk were studying together. He's helping her with her remedial assignments as she isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. It's his job to bring the youngest Dazzle up to standard. Sonata focused on the practice quiz he created along with her other assignments. English, math, science, geography, and history. Dusk Shine organized his notes as she placed her pencil down.

"Done," Sonata said, passing the stapled pages toward him. She waited anxiously as he marked her work, aware of her naivety compared to her sisters. Dusk Shine was crafted of studier material virtually immune to their charms, so they had to rely on their skills. Her heart rumbled as he stopped, double-checking his answer key.

"You're improving," Dusk Shine mentioned, pushing him his glasses. Her eyes glimmered with excitement as she received her paper. It's still a C, but C's get degrees. When you're in college, you will live and breathe this mantra.

"Heh, not so stupid now," Sonata commented as she viewed her grade.

Dusk Shine raised a brow at her comment. "Aria and Adagio said that to you a lot, huh?" He acknowledged. You can tell much about a person from what they mention and their interactions with others. She frowned, nodding slowly.

"I . . .," Sonata started with a pause. The library was virtually empty, with small groups of students scattered throughout. Late afternoon shifted to early evening soon. People needed to head home. "Know that I'm not smart. I sometimes say things without thinking and messing up our plans," The youngest Dazzling confessed, keeping her head down, avoiding eye contact with him.

"You're smarter than you think," Dusk Shine comforted. She looked up with tears in her eyes. "You're aware of your limitations and finding ways to compensate and improve yourself," He continued, boosting her morale. Sonata straightened her posture upon hearing his encouraging ones. "It takes a certain level of intelligence and self-awareness to acknowledge one's limits. Some people are so ignorant that they actually think they're competent," Dusk Shine continued, finding a breakthrough with his words.

"Like some of our classmates," Sonata whispered, pointing to some patrons. She heard that he offered them a life raft before the storm hit. Come on, how stupid can someone be? Dusk Shine warned them about what would happen, and they rejected his offers. Some were on probation or had entire graveyards in their closets. Yet several continued acting as Spritomb with the Wonder Guard ability without the Fairy type. For those who don't know what I'm talking about, they think they're untouchable, invincible thanks to their wealth and connections. The combination of those factors elevated the fatal flaw of arrogance. They believed they could be hellraisers or abandon their past without some level of revenge. An easy life was within their horizon.

But karma was patient, and Dusk Shine was their avatar, slamming them with a remorseless dose of reality. Actions have consequences. That bruised pride poisoned their minds, becoming wrath and vengeance. Unfortunately, their anger and Dusk Shine's anger were utterly different. Dusk Shine's rage was justified and focused like a career sniper after years of torment and being offered as a sacrifice, threatening the fabric of reality, nearly killing him just so they could win a few kilograms of golden plastic. He didn't want to eradicate the infrastructure, just the cancerous cells and the putrid trash as his targets. Cinch probably had a similar plan, but he took off of it for her.

However, their anger was equivalent to a child's temper tantrum. Spoiled brats are being told no for the first time and can only whine, complain and break things. Some took their punishment with some level of maturity. Others didn't and are now suffering from the backlash but can't comprehend why or what they did wrong.

"Exactly," Dusk Shine smiled, causing Sonata to giggle slightly. The pair worked on any remaining assignments. She narrowed down her topics for her history paper while Dusk Shine handed her some flashcards for later use.

"The library is closing in 10 minutes. I repeat, the library is closing in 10 minutes. Please return any items and wrap all assignments. Thank you," The librarian announced over the intercom, causing students to pack up. Sonata and Dusk Shine exited shortly, pacing down the empty hall. The night began to fall.

"Thanks for your help Dusk Shine," Sonata Dusk declared in a thankful tone. She had a gentle smile on her periwinkle feature. "Is there any way I can repay you?" Sonata asked, lowering her eyelids with a flirtatious tone. His spine tingled at her voice, but he pushed those thoughts away.

"Just keep doing what you're doing," Dusk Shine replied, keeping the conversation professional.

Her grin widened, displaying her teeth. "I have an idea," Sonata purred, pausing as she stood before him. His eyes widened as her fingers loosened her top.

"Are you insane?" Dusk Shine muttered. His heart raced as he scooped the area. Nobody was here. She kept her smile. "I keep telling you, you don't have to do this," He explained. The Dazzlings were in a desperate situation, and he helped them out. Dusk Shine didn't want to exploit their position for his personal benefit.

"You're right; I don't have to," Sonata responded, getting close to him. "I want to," She answered, pulling on his tie and smooching his cheek. Dusk Shine's cheeks turned bright pink as her face turned crimson. Sonata giggled as he stammered a response. "This is my way of saying thanks . . . for everything," She commented, recalling everything he had done for her and her sisters. There's no reason for him to help them. They could've rotted in that facility until their mini-twenties with the rest of society's youthful rejects. Nobody would've batted an eye. Yet. They are at Crystal Prep Academy with a clear shot at redemption and atonement.

"You-You're welcome," Dusk Shine stuttered, his face still a warm pink.

Sonata scoped the area. No eavesdroppers, footsteps, or security cameras. A Cheshire's smirk cracked on her face, aware that she'll probably never have this chance again. At least Sonata Dusk got a headstart on her sisters.

WARNING: SPICY SCENE INCOMING!

I REPEAT SPICY SCENE INCOMING! YOU CAN SKIP IF YOU WANT!

"Surprise~," Sonata Dusk praised, flashing her bare chest to him. His scholarly amethyst eyes exploded out of their sockets. THEY'RE PIERCED?! She chuckled at the screeching brakes from his succulent lips as his brain attempted to process this event.

"Um uh, Sonata," Dusk Shine stuttered, unable to decipher how to properly proceed with this engagement.

"Shh. . . don't worry about it," She purred softly, teasing him to her gleeful delight. "Normally, guys would have to pay a fee for this, but since it's you . . . I can make an exception," Sonata divulged, highlighting the shape of her bosom. There's something so . . . exhilarating witnessing their flustered faces and denying them when they attempt to get more. The only redeeming thing about those patrons is their money. Dusk Shine took most of their power, leaving them with base desires. Oh, but to reject them and have begging and pleading to taste a crumb from a stale piece of bread now, the tantalizing flavor of wine and steak eludes them. Her body and mind tingled with cruel delight as their pathetic faces fault upon one of the most potent and debilitating words in the human lexicon.

No.

Sonata relished in their desperation, as did her sisters. She wasn't as open with it as Adagio, but that worked to her benefit. Sonata was the 'friendly' one. Those with a weaker spine and disposition always approached her, but Aria and Sonata coached her into keeping them desperate. Needy. On a short leash, cut them off once their usefulness stops, but sometimes they're held in reserve. No wonder Dusk Shine viewed all as dangerous in the beginning. He saw her as a threat. Sonata didn't know why that dazzled her, but it did.

Dusk Shine. Even though she's exposing herself to him as she did with many others. The emotions are different. Mischief was the dominant emotion, loving that stoic expression morphing to uttered flustered shock.

The new emotion was admiration, something she rarely felt towards anyone. Yeah, Sonata had fun with others like everyone else, but regarding Dusk Shine. . . this was unique. She didn't want his money or exploit him. There's something more sustainable. Sonata wanted his respect, his confidence, and his reliability. Why? Dusk Shine never saw her as stupid, the worst, a nuisance, or a simple, pretty face. He saw something more that could be better than what others labeled her. Even before Dusk Shine stopped their plans, Sonata Dusk did everything she could to become what he thought she could be. Her sisters laughed at her as she studied, but it didn't matter. Here Sonata is.

Nevertheless, she still wanted Dusk Shine to look at her. Sonata's smirk expanded as his gaze lingered on her chest. That ravenous glimmer in his intelligent pupils made her heart race. She knew he wanted to move forward and touch her, but his oaths and discipline as a Top Student forced him to remain neutral and professional. This elevated her respect for him and made her loins moist, desiring for him to release everything the females that school denied him. It had made her chest swell, becoming warm and fuzzy.

"An exception," Dusk Shine repeated, swallowing his spit to hydrate his throat. He remained vigilant despite their isolated position, attempting to focus his gaze on other things. They better hurry up before the custodians lock up for the night.

Sonata nodded, keeping her grin as Dusk Shine continued to a gentleman. So adorkable. "Consider it a belated birthday gift," She explained. Dusk Shine arched his brow before remembering that the Dazzlings were imprisoned during his birthday.

"Oh, um, thank you?" He thanked her, still trying to avoid staring for too long. His eyes and primal instincts continued to take glances, placing them in his pristine memory.

"You're welcome, and enjoy your Super Duper Deluxe Sonata viewing," Sonata cheered, biting her lips as she bounced. Her body eased in his presence, enjoying a sense of safety and peacefulness. His brilliant amethyst eyes made her heart race, but Sonata wasn't nervous. Hell, she didn't have the smug rapture of superiority from the others. In fact, Sonata was elated at him holding his gaze for so long.

"You don't have to do this, you know," Dusk Shine repeated, his eyes following her chest as it jiggled. "I told you this from the start."

"I know," Sonata smiled as she swaggered towards him. "This is my way of saying thanks" Her arms snaked around his firm back. He did the same. She experienced his accelerating heartbeat through his shirt. "You helped us out of the goodness of your heart when you had absolutely no reason to," Sonata affirmed, holding him tighter, pressing her breasts against him. "I don't care if it takes my entire life and several reincarnations to repay you," She concluded, gazing up with determined eyes before erupting in a smirk. "Plus, my boobs are pretty nice," Sonata bragged, stepping back and giving him a little show.

"Ye-yes," Dusk Shine answered slowly. His eyes fixated on the light blue flesh as his blood continued to heat his body. She didn't have the biggest pair but certainly had a quality set.

"You can touch me if you want," Sonata Dusk coaxed, lowering her eyelids as she eased her body into his presence. She loved that needy look in his eyes. A part of him wanted to do it as his hand twitched in anticipation. "But we don't have time enough for that as the bus is on the way," She interjected while regaining her dignity but still grinning. He almost looked disappointed, like his favorite show ended on a cliffhanger before going on hiatus. Nevertheless, Dusk Shine "And you'll probably say we're not there yet in our relationship," Sonata predicted why he might be hesitant. Plus, it's getting late.

"Probably," Dusk Shine agreed, fighting now fault in her logic as the two started to walk to exit.

"Oh right, I almost forgot," Sonata Dusk gasped, making Dusk Shine pause. Did she forget something like her book or an assignment? She grinned, flipping her skirt before him. "Here's my butt," A toned pair of cerulean butt cheeks covered by soft cotton panties came into his view.

"AH!" Dusk Shine exclaimed with a crimson face and a war drum for a heart. IS THIS WOMAN TRYING TO GIVE HIM A HEART ATTACK!?

Sonata Dusk grabbed his wrist. "Come on, we're going to miss the bus," She giggled, tugging him along to the exit. "Plus, we don't want our family to think of why we're late, right?" Sonata taunted, making his face a bright pink as his thoughts ran amok. They made it in time. Dusk Shine's face remained heated as Sonata sat beside him, satisfied with her actions. She was the first one off and waved him farewell. He waved back, finally easing his heart as the bus rode off.

"By the stars, if that was only Sonata, then Aria and Adagio would make me have a heart attack," Dusk Shine mumbled, putting in his headphones and texting his family that he was on his way. The sun finally set upon arriving home when he got a text from Sonata.

"Hey, are you home?" The message read.

"Yep, I just got home," Dusk Shine answered as Spike welcomed him home. Both sat on the couch.

"Are you alone?" Sonata asked inquisitively.

"Technically, it's just me and Spike. My parents should be home soon," Dusk Shine replied, scratching Spike's ears.

"Good," Sonata replied with a smiling devil emoji. Dusk Shine raised his brow, wondering what that reaction was, but another part of him knew what she was planning. His phone vibrated as she sent him an entire album of photos. Dusk Shine's heart rate skyrocketed as his eyes expanded. They weren't nudes, still wearing clothes but left little to the imagination. "Enjoy. It's yours to keep. Have a good night, and let's keep this between us, okay." She added with a winking and kissing face emoji. Dusk Shine's face glowed crimson, placing the phone against his chest.

No, don't think about it. Just get dinner started and a cold shower.

It's casual Friday at Crystal Prep. Students used this free day to dress up, away from the stuffy uniforms. You know, just being teenagers without pressure from their parents. However, it's still a school day, so they must do some schoolwork. These sessions were led by Dusk Shine, with Discord and Cadance supervising along with other teachers. They were discussing pre-Harmony events with Starlight providing feedback and clarifications. Sire's Hollow had some of the oldest and complete libraries in Equestria. The Dazzlings sat in the front row, it wasn't required for them to do so, but they were under supervision until further notice.

Aria Blaze focused on the words and dates as Dusk Shine explained them. She wasn't going to let Sonata or Adagio upstage her. He finished his explanations. Aria smiled, waving him over to her.

"Save ya seat, nerd," She beckoned, gesturing to the empty spot. Dusk Shine gulped, peeking over his shoulder as Cadance displayed her support. He sighed, seeing no point in arguing with this woman. Dusk Shine took the seat as Discord handed out worksheets. They got into their small groups and started working. Aria gazed upon Dusk Shine longingly with a gleeful smirk as he worked. She knew that Dusk Shine was more than a simple brainiac from what she heard from Sunset and Adagio. Plus, the decimation of Cloudsdale made the news. However, that wasn't the true Dusk Shine; that version was a corrupted version of him built by the bullshit he endured. Now Aria sees the proper interpretation of him or at least the healing version. The bright-eyed, eager dork with a charming smile and passionate about learning. Hell, it wasn't that crap textbook learning, either. When Dusk Shine learns something, he uses it and expands upon it. He got 5th place in the running of the leaves on his first try by reading about proper running techniques.

Who the fuck can do that?

Aria's features softened, remembering his kindness at their darkest moment. She thought Dusk Shine bullshitting them, as nobody was this generous without asking for something in return. That's why Aria confronted him, demanding to know if this was a bizarre way for him to get in their pants. Dusk Shine's a healthy male in his youthful prime. Obviously, he has wants and needs. Fuck it, Aria was fully prepared to fuck his nerdy brains out. But Dusk Shine refused their . . . generous offer as it won't feel right in his spirit or something. Furthermore, he didn't touch them, make inappropriate comments or attempt to take control of their lives. All Dusk Shine asked for them to be better. That awoke unique emotions in her. Was it a crush or something more profound like love? Probably.

Dusk Shine caught her gaze after a while. She flirtatiously winked back. His face reddened before focusing back on his paper, causing her to chuckle. Aria did her work as well before getting struck.

"Hey, Dusk Shine, can you help me with this problem?" She asked, sliding the paper towards her. He adjusted his glasses to further analyze the question.

"Oh, here's the issue. You mixed up the symbols, so you missed a step," Dusk Shine pointed out. As Dusk Shine explained, she slid her chair just to get a little closer to him. Fuck, Dusk Shine was a pretty boy. Succulent lips, smooth and polished features, gorgeous eyes, a dazzling smile, and got some muscle to him. He had great style, an extraordinary personality and got some money and status to his name. Dusk Shine was an overall stellar choice as a boyfriend and a husband. Yet he was still single, and nobody in the school bothered to pursue him. Are they stupid or something? Did their pride shove their heads so far up their asses that they don't recognize their own bullshit?! Aria's smirk increased at their folly. It didn't matter to her because she would claim him somehow.

"How much are you betting on them?" Discord asked, gesturing to the pair.

"I don't have a favorite," Cadance confessed, causing Discord to arch a surprised brow. Doesn't have a favorite for Dusk Shine? "I have an entire folder with spreadsheets dedicated to Dusk Shine," She added with stars in her blue eyes.

Discord opened his mouth but stopped himself. "I'm not even going to ask," He decided to avoid pressing further. An entire folder and spreadsheets?! His boss was the Princess of love, after all. After an hour or so, the students took a lunch break and went to the lunchroom or outside for some fresh air.

Aria was chilling at a table, chewing on some gum, and scrolling through her phone. "Hey Aria," An annoying smug voice filled with low flattery grated against her ears. She looked up, narrowing her mulberry eyes at the voice's owner. Fuck it's one of the jocks. He's from the soccer team and had a SERIOUS hate boner for Dusk Shine. For those who don't know about this particular character, this one glared at Dusk Shine while he was going to Cinch's office before the Friendship games. I don't have a name for him, or at least I can't find one on the Wiki. So I'll just make one up.

Fleet footwork had a smug grin on his face as he took a seat next to her. She scooched away, but he followed. "You look pretty hot in that outfit," He cajoled, leaning into her personal space.

"Thanks," Aria replied, suppressing a groan as she blew a bubble, ignoring his existence. She wore a gym outfit with a visor hat, high-waist leggings, a sports bra-style top, and arm warmers. It emphasized her hips and toned midsection. She's a tomboy and looked the part.

"Come on, how about you and your sisters ditch Dust Mite and hang out with me instead?" Fleet foot goaded, getting in closer to seal the deal. Other classmates muttered at the scene, facepalming at Fleet's attempt. This is literally every single failed flirtation attempt in bars and parties. Aria Blaze is disinterested, but we all know how guys with fragile egos act. They're like Dora the Explorer, unable to see shit unless somebody points it out for them. "I can do whatever he can and better," He claimed arrogantly with a slimy smile, snaking an arm around her shoulder.

Several classmates groaned. They've seen what Dusk Shine is capable of. Fleet footwork can't produce 0.00000001% of Dusk Shine's output on a lazy day.

"Well, kill yourself and come back to life," Aria Blaze deadpanned, not even looking him in the eyes. He blinked owlishly before widening them at the suggestion.

"Wait, what?!" Fleet footwork queried, hoping that he heard her correctly. His schoolmates snickered at his bewildered expression. He did say he could do whatever Dusk Shine could do.

"Bitch, did I fucking stutter?!" Aria Blaze gibed, smacking his repugnant arm away from her. "You said whatever Dusk Shine can do, you can do better," She repeated, goading him with thin slits. "Well, die and come back alive. That simple," Aria dared, still chewing her gum, waiting for him to reply.

"But I . . .," Fleet footwork stammered, his resolve wavering as he couldn't get his words out. Death and resurrection?! That's impossible!

"Oh, you can't," Aria Blaze mocked in a fake shock, covering her mouth and vile smirk. "I knew you were all talk. Now piss off and flirt with someone else. I ain't interested," She shot, rolling her eyes as she focused on her news feed, turning away from him. Dusk Shine just had to be a good boy and help his teachers. Wait . . . a sly idea popped into Aria's mind. Mhm. She wondered if he liked being called a good boy.

"Bitch, you know WHO I am?" Fleet Footwork thundering as he stood abruptly. Aria's indifference infuriated him, boiling his blood to steaming levels. What makes this bitch think that she can reject him so casually?! Dusk Shine pulled them out of the nadir of their lives, yet they still had this asinine arrogance about them. They should've known their place by now. Numerous students covered their faces in embarrassment. They can't believe he uttered that line. He started to speak, but Aria's laughter cut him off. "Why are you laughing?!" Fleet Footwork glowered at the shaking middle Siren.

"I remembered something Dusk Shine told me a while ago," Aria Blaze chuckled, reminiscing on a prior event. It was a triple date between him, Trenderhoof, Neon Lights, and her sisters. The two hit it off pretty well after bonding over complaining about their older siblings. "I'm the type of girl that weak men call a bitch." She smiled recalling their prior conversation. That's honestly one of the best compliments she's ever received. "Like many times, he's right. And who are you again?" Aria questioned with an arched brow and gestured her phone to him, baiting him into further embarrassing himself. These assholes rely on their given titles to exploit their ego and be gluttonous pigs excessively taking what isn't theirs. They have to be known and recognized as they're considered necessary. To ignore them or pretend not to know who they are. That's gotta sting. Their entire existence depends on people being aware of their existence and name.

"I'm the striker on the school's soccer team. I've won Crystal Prep several games and championships," Fleet footwork seethed with gritted teeth, emphasizing his perceived inflated importance. His face heated into a stinging and boiling red pepper. "I'm one of the stars of this school," He stated, forcing his schoolmates to roll their eyes, mocking his claim.

Come on, you're the striker, not a captain or vice-captain. Hell, probably the goalie is more important than you. I don't play soccer or Football for my European fans. So which role is the most vital?

"Didn't you get kicked off the team or on probation because you were viewed as problematic?" Aria Blaze countered. His body flinched and tightened at her words, stabbing holes in his logic. Gossip and muttering spread throughout the cafeteria upon hearing the news. Is that why he wasn't at practice? That explains why he was on the bench for a few games. Their words crawled across Fleet's skin like a colony of fire ants as he scanned their disappointed stares. "Plus, Dusk Shine's the schola perfecta; I think that's a little higher on the hierarchy," She remarked, raising her hand to emphasize her point. What's a soccer team striker to the Schola Perfecta of Crystal Prep Academy? The school has dozens of strikers, but once injured or stopped, they become irrelevant. Hell, athletes are considered expendable, whereas people like Dusk Shine appear once in several generations.

"Oh please, that fucking nerd has done but nothing study, study, study while I'm struggling every day to bring us the gold," Fleet Footwork scoffed, tightening his fists, agitated by their stares. They viewed Fleet if he was dumb or stupid. Probably both.

"So has Dusk Shine. Where's your trophy case?" Aria Blaze gloated, spiking Fleet Footwork's anger as he couldn't counter her point. Yes, both had earned the school trophies, but Dusk Shine had more quantity and quality awards, even venturing beyond academics.

"Plus, your grades aren't the best, and he helped you stay on the team," Moondancer shot, creating a deeper hole for his accumulating rage.

"So what?!" Fleet footwork exploded. Nobody was intimidated by his outburst. Aria blankly stared at him, crossing her toned arms. She could go for a burger right now, wondering when Dusk Shine will return. This guy is annoying. "Take away his smarts, and he . . . have. . . nothing," Fleet Footwork stormed as he criticized Dusk Shine, hoping someone would side with him. Nobody did.

They shook their heads at his narrowmindedness; some had the same mindset as him. The concept of Dusk Shine being useless without his intelligence was prevalent before the Friendship Games. It's to help them cope with their inadequacy. Then Dusk Shine proved wrong again. His courage, determination, innate sense of justice, strong moral compass, compassion, teaching skills, rationality, and willingness to put himself in danger to help. They envied those traits about him and respected him for it.

Fleet Footwork continued his rambling. They wonder when he'll run out of breath, but he's an athlete, so he had more than average. "Just fucking know-it-all lonely loser who should've burned in that fucking crater," Appalled gasps echoed throughout the room. They sneered at him for his foul words while several students, especially Sour Sweet, were ready to break his jaw in two. Dusk Shine practically died because of them and their foolish and selfish desire to win. Still, his disdain and resentment towards them were sufficient to keep him living and moving even when he absolutely shouldn't.

"What makes that freak so special after everything he has done to us?!" Fleet Footwork snapped, and magma flowed through his veins. His nostrils flared, eyes narrowed, and teeth gritted as he continued his rant. WHY ARE THEY WELCOMING DUSK SHINE WITH OPEN ARMS LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?!

Dusk Shine humiliated them, taking their cutie marks like stickers in front of their families, alumni, and esteemed individuals. Then returned as if they were nothing while mocking the upcoming disaster they'll experience thanks to Cinch and his brother's actions. Furthermore, Dusk Shine brutalized them, beating their asses in front of everyone. He beat them socially, intentionally, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Financially came later. Cinch's reports and police investigations caused some of their parents to be fired or demoted.

Companies went bankrupt. Families were separated due to divorce or arrest. Hell, some of their classmates moved or transferred because of the events. What's worse of all? Fleet Footwork was put on the bench for a few games until his behavior improved. Fucking bullshit! The team has to know who's in charge. It took some convincing from some of his teammates to help him keep others in the line. But noooooo, some of them had to snitch to save their skins or ruin the dynamic. Even more so, some of his friends were KICKED OFF the team, and others left the school.

IT'S NOT FAIR!

Discord observed the entire conservation, peeking through one of the doors. He frowned at Fleet's words. This wasn't appropriate; therefore, his job was to stop it. Only for someone to step up for him.

"Throughout the time I've known Dusk Shine, he has been nothing but the epitome of what's expected of Canterlot's social elite," Jet Set stood up, broadcasting his thoughts. The lunchroom focused on him. Discord arched his brow at the support but smiled nonetheless. "He knows the rites, the codes of conduct, and various values and principles installed in our nation," The aviation company heir voiced his admiration towards their fellow student. Upper Crust stood with him, shooting Fleet Footwork a blank glare. Fleet simply fumed, grumbling his breath. "I'm also indebted to Dusk Shine," Jet Set smiled, holding Upper Crust's silkened gold hand. She affectionately rubbed his hand with her thumb. "He told me to stop being a coward and just go for it,"

Several students gasped, covering their mouths as their smiles widened. Dusk Shine got them together?! Discord chuckled, shaking his head at Dusk Shine's actions. Good thing Cadance didn't hear that otherwise; Dusk Shine will never hear the end of it.

"Despite everything we did to him, Dusk Shine gave us an out to better ourselves," Upper Crust continued, articulating her thoughts about Dusk Shine. Job applications to help them support themselves, gaining real-world experience. Opening several doors, enabling them to achieve justice and free them from their oppressors. She pointed at Sunny Flare. "He even helped Sunny Flare escape Cinch's control, seeing her as a victim. Probably more than himself," They focused on Sunny Flare, and she arose as well.

Her hair grew, reaching the top of her upper back. The controversy revolving around Cinch made her older sister take custody of her. Dusk Shine helped her during the move, standing up to Cinch without fear, even willing to fight the former principal. However, Cinch allowed them to leave. Sunny Flare has been living with her sister ever since, becoming much happier as she developed her hobbies. I would make the sister Sassy Saddles or relate to her like a cousin or aunt.

"IF that isn't a man of quality and respect, then I don't know what is," Upper Crust concluded. He had no reason to help them, but he did.

Fleet footwork growled. "Fuck off, you bluebloods always support each other to suit some goal," He replied with a sneer.

"Um . . . news flash buster, I was one of Dusk Shine's main tormenters, but he saw that I can be one of the top ten students," Fleur De Lis interjected, irritated by Fleet's whining. "He saw something in me beyond my fucking tits," She clamored, pushing the breasts with her crossed arms. Honestly, it felt . . . nice to be seen as more than a pretty face.

"Dusk Shine never hated me for a moment," Sunny Flare attested, smiling as she recalled their few good times together. "Even when he wanted revenge after betraying him like that . . .," Guilt pulse on her tongue, tightening her throat as the memories of the Friendship games rushed in. She paused. "He still wanted me to be happy," Juniper rested a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"But he still ruined some of our lives, our friends and families," Fleet Footwork complained, unable to comprehend the rationality of Dusk Shine's actions. Right now, Fleet's words had the same way as a conspiracy theorist on the roadside holding cardboard signs about the End times.

"So did the rest of you fucking bastards," Lemon Zest argued, pulling her headphones down. " But it's a problem when he wants to get rid of you," She glared with many of her schoolmates at Fleet.

"Yeah, some of you guys were fucking creeps,"

"My parents were going to send me to Canterlot High when they smelled your dirty laundry," Indigo Zap mentioned. Hm. That can be a good Omake.

"He still got away with it!"Fleet Footwork whined.

"No, he didn't. Principal Cadence and Celestia, Vice-principal Luna, and his family placed him under supervision and restricted some of his privileges," Sugarcoat mentioned.

"Baton Switch saw him every weekend at Canterlot High, helping the maintenance and helping other students as atonement," Sour Sweet announced, revealing Dusk Shine's sense of responsibility. "Obviously, taking responsibility for your actions is a foreign concept to you," She chastised.

"I didn't know that," Aria Blaze raised her brow but smiled at his actions. "Heh, he's an awesome guy," This was before they came into the picture.

"Do you like him or something?" Fleet footwork bugged, turning up his nose.

"Probably," Aria Blaze answered with scarlet cheeks. She wasn't the only one who did.

"Whatever, you're probably whoring yourself out to him anyways," Fleet Footwork insulted. That's next on the 'Butthurt guy' bingo. A man calls a woman a whore when she doesn't want to have sex with them.

"Nah, he didn't touch us at all," Aria shook her head. "Not even pics," She clarified, but nothing could stop Dusk Shine from asking. She's more toned/muscular than her sisters but still has iconic curves. Sonata whistled innocently, hoping to avoid her sisters.

"Of course, he's a fucking pussy and a coward," Fleet Footwork grumbled, rolling his eyes but can't help to savor this small moment of satisfaction.

"For what?" Jet Set jeered at Fleet Footwork's petty insults. "Treating them like actual humans?" He asked, assessing the soccer player's character values. The Dazzling's situation and how Dusk Shine handled it increased his respect for the top student. "Typically, someone your caliber would say that," Jet Set marched to Fleet Footwork, roughly poking him in the chest. "No wonder you only lost your virginity after paying a Griffon on one of your family business trips," He disclosed to the lunchroom. Fleet Footwork anxiously looked around the room as more people gossiped and whispered.

"Shit, I thought you couldn't get more pathetic," Aria Blaze mocked, adjusting her visor cap. Seriously, getting a Griffon to take his virginity? People like him loved to brag about how desirable they were. Still, they only could go for people with a price tag or where there was a drastic power difference in their favor. The Griffon better be of age.

"Shut up!" Fleet footwork exclaimed with wounded pride, veins rhythmically pulsed across his face and neck. "Besides his money, status, and looks, what's there to like about him?" He shouted, hoping that someone would agree with him.

"Firstly, he's actually intelligent, not the know-it-all bookworm as you bastards love to claim," Aria Blaze started the list by counting on her fingers. "He taught me things that I didn't know I needed and in ways I can apply myself," Discord and others nodded as Dusk Shine is an excellent teacher. "Secondly, Dusk Shine's completely reliable and trustworthy. When he says he's going to do something, he will do it, unlike you, who makes excuses and takes credit for people's work. I don't have to worry about Dusk Shine doing some sketchy shit because he . . . has . . . principles," She affirmed her faith in Dusk Shine. While transitioning into their new rundown apartment, Aria swallowed her pride and asked Dusk Shine to help with their plumbing. He succeeded more with preventive maintenance. "While you, on the other hand," Her anger spiked, sick of looking at Fleet's face. "I know girls cover their drinks and have a buddy system when you're at a party," She predicted, using their brief earlier interaction as evidence. "Finally and most importantly, I respect him," Aria avowed earnestly, her eyes blazing with intensity in her defense of Dusk Shine. "He always put that big brain of his to work and made consistently impressive results. I saw how the local community respects him and does not use his family name to get what he wants," Her face softened as the images of Dusk Shine went out of his way to help them without some personal gain. He was their hero. "Can you do that?" She asked softly, but those words echoed throughout the room.

". . .," Fleet Footwork didn't answer. How can he answer that question?

"I guess you can't," Aria Blaze said, deciding what type of person he was.

"Well, he was a freaking monster thanks to the Aether," Fleet Footwork protested, using a hail mary attempt to gain some support. "We saw the real him," He alleged, gazing around the lunchroom for any agreeing faces. He found none.

"Aether amplifies the person's emotions at the given time," Starlight Glimmer explained, destroying his argument. "Anyone would be angry after being betrayed, exploited, and forced to use something that dangerous for a stupid contest," They nodded to agree.

"Dusk Shine's will was strong enough to endure and even control it," Aria extolled Dusk Shine's accomplishments. Returning from the brink of death numerous times while discovering how to best utilize his newfound powers to achieve victory. "After he cleaned house, removing the true undesirables, which Dusk Shine already planned to do," Her smirk widened before losing it, adopting a more somber expression. "I can't imagine how tough it must have been for him. Fighting against your own thoughts, fears, and emotions to prevent another personality from taking over," She sympathized with Dusk Shine, taking a sharp inhale through her nose. "Rushing face first into overwhelming danger to protect someone he loves," The image of Dusk Shine charging to save Sunset Shimmer while they were at their full power. "It's pretty fucking impressive," Aria effused, congratulating Dusk Shine's valor. "While you ran away and hid, which is still a smart thing but to make up lies on how you were a hero or did something. That's low," She rebuked such cowardice.

"He's still a fucking virgin loser at the end of the day," Fleet Footwork bickered, getting more desperate as he fell lower on the social hierarchy. Everyone groaned at his final retort. Is that his best

"Oh, come on, dude! Get over yourself,"

"What is this the fucking 80s or 90s,"

"Most of us are virgins,"

"It's not to be ashamed of, so relax already,"

"Oh please, if Dusk Shine wanted to cash his V-card, he would've done so already,"

"He probably never kissed a girl either," Fleet Footwork nickpicked. Come on, there has to be something he can use.

"Dusk Shine kissed me," Sour Sweet answered, raising her hand with a slight blush. Fleet snapped his head in her direction. "And probably Sunset Shimmer and Trixie," She predicted, as it would make a lot of sense.

"Same," Fleur De Lis added, smiling as she remembered their Seven minutes in heaven. "He's really good at it," Her body shuddered in delight with a smile.

"I know, right?!" Lemon Zest yelled with a beam. "I want to know who taught him so I can thank them," She broadcasted because there's no way Dusk Shine has that natural talent. "Fuck I was READY for him to touch all of my bases," Lemon Zest motioned her hands.

"Didn't that scare him or something?" Aria Blaze questioned. She's aware doesn't have that much experience with physical intimacy.

"Nah, we're cool with each other, so it was fine," Lemon Zest answered with a smile, waving off any significant concerns before biting her lip. "Shit, he had me against the wall, and wooooo~" She fanned herself to keep herself cool as the memories heated and tingled her body. That party/concert was so worth it. Maybe Dusk Shine could have a little encore with her.

"Good to know~" Aria Blaze purred at the revelation with lowered lids. Dusk Shine puts Lemon Zest against a wall, making him a top or a dom. However, Aria loves a challenge. She'll make him into a bottom or at least a sub.

"But he . . . he . . .," Fleet footwork stammered. This literally can't be happening. This can't be happening! Not only did Dusk Shine's social life increase, but he also increased his romantic endeavors.

"Fleet, just leave, man!" Indigo Zap yelled. She was sick of his bullshit, as was the rest of the room. Fleet Footwork sneered as his eyes bounced around the room. His face and neck heated at their glares while clutching his fists. He began to open his mouth when Dusk Shine entered. Why were they smiling at him and looking at him warmly?! He doesn't deserve any of it!

Dusk Shine smiled but paused to evaluate the situation. The air was thick, and Fleet was ready to explode again.

"Did I miss something?" Dusk Shine asked. Several students shook their heads and pretended to be ignorant.

"Nah, nothing important," Aria Blaze claimed with a cocky smirk. She distanced herself from the soccer player and got close to Dusk Shine. "Come on, let's get something to eat," She said, wanting to see his culinary masterpiece.

"You fuckers won't get away with this!" Fleet Footwork exploded, stomping away as he shoved Dusk Shine out of the way. Dusk Shine raised his brow, baffled about the situation. What the fuck was his problem?

"Don't worry about it," Aria remarked, gesturing to him at the lunch table. Dusk Shine nodded, but he should still report this Principal Cadance. Fleet Footwork was a cornered bleeding animal with minimal to lose. It'll take a slight push to get him over the edge and hurt someone and himself.

Don't worry, Dusk Shine; Discord heard the entire conservation from one of the doors. He got your back.

The day finally ended. Dusk Shine was relaxing with his Friendship Games team and others. Aria adjusted her cap and pulled on her arm sleeves, and popped another gum into her mouth. Determination fueled her thoughts. It's now or never.

"Hey, Nerd," Aria shouted. All the academics paused and stared at the middle Dazzling. "Glasses," She added. It narrowed the number of participants to Dusk Shine, Jet Set, Neon Lights, Moon Dancer, Juniper, Trenderhoof, and Sugarcoat. Aria rolled her eyes. "The boy," She continued leaving Dusk Shine, Jet Set, Neon Lights, and Trenderhoof to do the Spiderman posing situation. "Ugh! Dusk Shine," Aria concluded, dragging her hand down her face. Why didn't she do that earlier?

Dusk Shine arose and approached, as did she. "Hey, Aria," He smiled. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks burned red, but she couldn't back out now. Why is he so cute?! "How can I he-MHM?!" Aria didn't let him finish, grabbed his shirt, and slammed her lips on his. Alarm bells rang in Dusk Shine's brain as this wasn't a regular occurrence. That's why Aria is planning to make this a memorable experience. His body relaxed, returning the kisses albeit slightly. She took it to the next level, pushing him against the wall and taking complete control of the situation. Aria purred and moaned as Dusk Shine's hands were on her shoulders. But there's something she always wanted to do to a guy. Aria picked him up by the legs, shocking Dusk Shine with her strength displayed while her nimble tongue slipped into his mouth. Both stayed for a few moments to their dumbfounded audience.

Aria detached her soft lips from Dusk Shine's splendid ones. "Thanks for the help, nerd," She smirked, licking her lips to savor his taste. Damn, he tasted scrumptious.

"You-You're welcome," Dusk Shine barely muttered a response. She held him but enabled him to stand on his feet. Mhm. There's something in his mouth. "Um, Aria?" He asked. Her gum was in his mouth.

"Keep it," Aria said blankly, relishing in his nervousness. She guessed it takes the "Consider it a reward, Maestrkyraminus," She muttered, giving him seductive half-lidded eyes. He flinched, unconsciously chewing on the gum. "If you want to taste more, just call me," Aria offered, whispering smokily into his ears before kissing him on the cheek. She watched his legs buckle and collapsed under his weight onto the floor. Aria chuckled, caressing his dazed face before turning around. She sensed his eyes following her swaying hips, making her smirk in delight. Adagio and Sonata shared a look before raising an approving brow at their sister. "The fuck yall looking at? Let's head home," Aria scoffed, rolling her eyes at them. The two shrugged before following the middle Siren.

Several students monitored Dusk Shine, checking to see if he was operational. However, some of them have something on their minds.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"

Dusk Shine has read books for his entire life. The rule of 3 always seems omnipresent throughout everyone's life. Today's his turn. Since Dusk Shine helped out the Dazzlings, they've been extra friendly toward him. Sonata was always a lovely sister. Aria had that tough on the outside and primarily soft on the inside once you've progressed her social link. Then there's Adagio Dazzle.

Oh boy.

The leader of Dazzlings was placed in Dusk Shine's homeroom and is still there. Principal Cadance believed that he'll be a good influence on her, and he was. However, the pair spent a ton of time together, bonding over their experience with Aether and the scorn of their classmates. Henceforth they've been labeled as the Dazzling Siren & Scholarly Archfiend, among other titles. Of course, people have shipped them calling the pair Dusk Dazzle. Both had a unique bond and defended each other from their foes. Adagio unofficially became Dusk Shine's competent trophy wife while he became her moral compass and boss.

But do they have feelings for each other or see them as a potential candidate? Possibly. Dusk Shine is a total catch and a grateful asset in anyone's life. Plus, Dusk Shine has commented on Adaigo's attractiveness and appeal, which she overheard and greatly appreciated. So how does she thank him? By taking him out to lunch on the weekend. He obliged. This news spread throughout the school, reaching Cadance's ears and charging her romantic skills into overdrive for Dusk Shine's date, which he adamantly protested wasn't. Although a part of his brain kept that possibility in mind.

Now he's waiting in one of the mall's plazas for the lead Siren. "Just relax, Dusk Shine. She's only treating you to lunch," He muttered, attempting to calm his nerves.

"Oh, Dusk Shine~" Adagio's silvery voice called to him. The eldest Siren spent hours practicing her tone and pitch on saying Dusk Shine's name for today. She strutted towards him with her classic model swagger. "Were you waiting long?" She asked, placing her hand on her hips. Her eyes scanned his outfit, purring eternally at how delicious he looked. Damn, Dusk Shine knows how to dress and probably had help from his family.

"Nah, I got here a few minutes ago," Dusk Shine answered, placing his phone into his pocket.

"Good, come on, and let's eat because I made reservations," Adagio smiled, directing him to her chosen restaurant. The pair chatted until they arrived at the place. Dusk Shine's heart dropped when reading the restaurant's name. Oh no…this sushi place is where Sunset works. He gulped as they went to the counter.

"Name, please?" The worker asked.

"Dazzle, a booth for two, please," Adagio answered as Dusk Shine scanned the area. Maybe she wasn't working today. He's REALLY hoping that Sunset wasn't working today because she'll pop a blood vessel if she sees him with Adagio. Mainly they have a booth of all things instead of a table.

"Right this way," The worker remarked, directing them to their assigned booth and handing them a menu as they sat. "Your waiter will be with you shortly," Two cups of water were placed in front of them.

Adagio peered at the menu, figuring out their order. "Hey Dusk Shine, what looks good . . . hm?" She asked but paused at his body. He was fidgeting with his hands as his purple eyes nervously scooped the restaurant, fearing he'd see someone. Adagio knew that he was terrified of meeting a certain someone. "Are you okay?" She asked, causing him to jolt in surprise. This was supposed to be a relaxing afternoon between two people. Good food with good company.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Dusk Shine replied, regaining his composure. "I didn't think you would pick this place," He acknowledged, swirling his water.

"Bad memories?" Adagio predicted, raising her brow as she repeated his motion.

"No, it's not that, but," Dusk Shine clarified, shaking his head before pausing. "It's Sunset, that's all," He confessed when her yellow hand placed itself on top of his own. I know her skin color is labeled as PALE APPLE GREEN. I simply refuse to acknowledge it. Therefore, she's yellow.

"Hey, don't worry, that big brain of yours," Adagio consoled, caressing his cheek to ease his anxiety. Oh, he's blushing; that's fucking cute. "She's a big girl," Adagio remarked before standing up. There's nothing he should be worried about. "I'll get us some extra sauce. I know you like your food spicy," She motioned to the condiment section. He smiled as did she before surveying the menus.

"Welcome to-Dusk Shine?" Sunset Shimmer started. Their eyes widened as they met the other's gaze. "Hey," She greeted, feeling awkward after their last in-person conversation.

"Hey," Dusk Shine replied casually, but internally, he was FREAKING OUT! Fuck, she's working today.

"Oh, you're with someone today," Sunset Shimmer smiled, acknowledging their second menu on the table. "Got a hot date or something?"She wiggled her eyebrow mischievously.

"Not really," Dusk Shine implied with blushing cheeks.

"Right," Sunset Shimmer doubted, keeping her smirk. It's about time Dusk Shine placed himself on the market. "Come on, who's the lucky person?" She wanted to know who caught his attention. Was it one of his classmates or one of hers?

"That would be me," Adagio Dazzle declared, shocking Sunset Shimmer as her jaw dropped at her appearance. Her cyan eyes bounced between Adagio and Dusk Shine. ARE THEY ON A DATE?! Can't be? Wait . . . unless there's something else going on behind the scenes. "Hello, Sunset Shimmer," She marched towards her, holding a few bottles in her hand, and another hand was on her waist. Dusk Shine covered his face. Oh boy, here we go.

"Adagio Dazzle," Sunset Shimmer growled, bitter rage vibrating in her throat at the sight of her. "What are you doing here?" She demanded as she tightly gripped her pen.

"Treating Dusk Shine to lunch as thanks," Adagio Dazzle answered, crossing her arms. "Why? Got a problem with it?" She challenged, tilting her head, keeping her glare focused.

". . .No," Sunset Shimmer grumbled, clicking her pen. "Are you ready to order?" She asked, wanting this over and done with. Holy shit, Adagio did cut her hair.

"Yes," Adagio Dazzle commented as she retook her seat. Dusk Shine exhaled, glad it ended peacefully.

"I'll get your usual Dusk Shine," Sunset Shimmer cited as she started to write on her notepad. She knew Dusk Shine. That's something Adagio Dazzle can't take away from her. Extra spicy shrimp tempura as an appetizer. Yaki Soba with chicken and clear soup on the side with an iced tea easy ice.

"Um . . . I'm going to try something different today," Dusk Shine interjected. Her writing stopped after hearing his response. Something different? "My therapist said I need to occasionally break my routine because of . . .," He explained, looking away as his finger tapped his forehead. Both girls shared a solemn expression, agreeing to a temporary truce for Dusk Shine's sake. Sunset took their orders and went to the kitchen, but her eyes never left their table. She's watched and observed the two like an ambush predator ready to pounce to save Dusk Shine. Yet that moment never occurred.

Sunset frowned as Dusk Shine and Adagio Dazzle enjoyed themselves. They said it wasn't a date, but it might as well be one by how they're smiling and looking at each other. Dusk Shine used to look at her like that. Sunset's eyes widened as her stomach turned and heated. No. . .no. . . NO! There's no possible way she's jealous of Adagio Dazzle. A swift inhale calmed herself before giving them go-to boxes and their checks. Dusk Shine opened his wallet to pay.

"I'll take care of it. This was my treat for you after all," Adagio stopped him, displaying her debit card. He obliged as Sunset took and swiped it. Huh? It actually went through.

"I got you a few spring rolls and fried rice," Sunset Shimmer muttered to him with a wink. He smiled back as they stood up.

"Do you want me to take you home?" Dusk Shine offered like the gentleman he was. The Dazzlings' new home wasn't far off on the route home. Sunset's heart dropped to her gulet. Taking her home? Yeah, it's like Dusk Shine to help those close to him, but this upset her. She observed their entire . . . date. It had virtually no faults as it checked every box for an excellent date. Will Dusk Shine be rewarded for his efforts?

"Sunset and I wanted a little chat," Adagio replied. Dusk Shine glanced at Sunset, aware of their rivalry.

"It's okay, Dusk Shine," Sunset Shimmer remarked. He nodded, leaving the two to have their conservation.

"I'll see you two later," Dusk Shine agreed. He should leave, as his presence would complicate things.

"See you in class, Maestrkyraminus," Adagio Dazzle gave him a heartfelt smile. Envy spiked in Sunset's mind, driving her to act.

"Drive safe, Dusk Shine," Sunset Shimmer embraced him tightly. Dusk Shine hugged her back, only for her to squeeze him more. This is . . . new. Over his shoulder, Sunset shot Adagio Dazzle a foul dark glare, burning in pure possessiveness. Adagio calmly stared at them. Sunset released him. They watched Dusk Shine exit the restaurant. Both girls harshly glared at the other once he was no longer in their view. Sunset motioned Adagio to follow her. She went into a somewhat hidden area near the washroom. "First things first, what's with Maestrkyraminus crap just now," Sunset demanded, wanting a full explanation for this new relationship.

"It's an archaic term from my home," Adagio Dazzle explained. "That term or title is only reserved for those truly worthy of such an honor," Truly worthy? That does sound like an elite title. "And Dusk Shine is worthy," She confirmed with a boastful grin. "Think about it as if I'm calling him prince or master,"

"Isn't that kinda overboard and dramatic?" Sunset Shimmer countered. "Dusk Shine deserves a lot of credit, I get that, but why is that title so important," She affirmed, aware of Dusk Shine's potential and worth. It took for his classmates to openly respect him after he almost blasted them with scorching marks.

"Do you think he deserves less?" Adagio Dazzle shot back, shocking Sunset Shimmer with her answer

"What? No. We both know that" Sunset Shimmer defended with a frown, motioning her finger between them. "I simply want to know why," She quizzed the lead Dazzling with folded arms. "You're not the most honest, genuine, or obedient person," Sunset accused, pointing a judgemental finger at her. "There's something up your sleeve," Her eyes sharpened, attempting to figure out the Siren's plan.

"I don't blame you for feeling like that. I was a scheming bitch back in the day," Adagio admitted openly with a shrug and a little humor in her tone. There's no point denying it.

"Was?" Sunset contested with a wrinkled forehead. Was means past tense. A few short months don't cause a radical personality change.

"I don't do it as much anymore," Adagio professed, as it's still a core part of her personality. She knows what she wants and gets it smartly. "Thanks to Dusk Shine," A soft genuine beam formed on Adaigo's stunning features. It left Sunset Shimmer bewildered. There's no trace of manipulation or malicious intent behind it. She knows that Dusk Shine helped Adagio and her sisters, but what did he do for them?

"One of the core requirements to be someone's Maestrkyraminus is for them to defeat you or be viewed as your better," Adagio continued explaining her sudden fealty to Dusk Shine. Sunset agreed. He demolished the three sisters solo when they were at their full power. Hell. Dusk Shine was probably at half-strength or even less than that. "Next is for the Maestrkyraminus to be someone worthy following into the depths of Tartarus and back without hesitation," Adagio specified. Her eyes grew soft and delicate as the last few months rushed by. "He did all that for us without asking or for personal gain. The price is our atonement and better people," Her hand gilded throughout her growing orange locs. She's gradually achieving her old looks again, but maybe a new hairstyle is in order. Does Dusk Shine like braids?

"But," Sunset Shimmer chimed in

"But what?!" Adagio Dazzle glowered, taking a forceful step forward. "I didn't have that best friend privilege that you have, Sunset Shimmer," She criticized the waitress with disgust in her eyes. "My sisters and I will spend the rest of our lives repaying him," Adagio conveyed, placing a hand on her chest.

"You know, Dusk Shine won't, " Sunset Shimmer refused to believe they would accept any payment from them. It's not clean.

"Exactly," Adagio Dazzle acknowledged; her past grievances left a HEAVY bill with taxes to pay. "Even more reason why I have to," Her grin exploded with relish in all the ways she can repay him. However, the grin was partly bait for Sunset and she took it.

"Listen here," Sunset Shimmer cursed, her heart pumping enraged blood. She's not allowing her to put slimy hands on her Dusk Shine.

"No, you listen," Adagio railed against Sunset Shimmer, shoving her in the collarbone. Sunset snarled at her actions but stopped upon seeing Adaigo's eyes. Burning resolute flickered within her raspberry but sparked a haunting realization if something didn't happen. "Dusk Shine was literally the best thing that ever happened to us," She divulged. Her mind of what her life could've been without his intervention. Traveling throughout Equestria in a rundown bus without a place to call home as a washed-up group barely scratching by. The Dazzlings have an actual life with an acceptable future. Sunset Shimmer listened to what Dusk Shine did for them. She perfectly understood the zeal behind Adaigo's voice. Eternal gratitude is the only reasonable option after all of that. "You must be out of your fucking mind if you think that we're going to betray or exploit him in any way; Dusk Shine sees me as a fully recognized human being," Adagio's voice cracked slightly under waves of emotions going through her. She breathed sharply through her nose to balance her feelings, not wanting to shed a tear in front of Sunset Shimmer. "He's my Maestrkyraminus; his wish is my command. I can't manipulate or seduce him anyway, so whatever he wants is his desire. He's too much of a gentleman and respects me to ask for anything extreme. Fuck I love that about him," Adagio purred and chuckled with determination and glee.

"What?" Sunset Shimmer muttered slowly. Is this really happening?

"Yeah, I said it with my whole chest," Adagio retorted with crimson cheeks as the only other ones who knew were her sisters. "I'll do it all. Treating him to lunch. Done. Cook him dinner for the week. I'll have a full course hot and ready for him. Discuss his day and want to vent. I'm all ears. Show him some skin. No problem," She enumerated all the potential tasks could and would do for Dusk Shine if he asked her. Adagio's face was blank, yet her voice resonated with absolution as if she knew it would happen one day. "Sit on his face. Well, I better get comfortable. He wants to reach the back of my throat. When and where?" She concluded, her words were salted daggers, piercing Sunset's body with each affirmation.

"You can't be serious," Sunset Shimmer doubted with a curt gaze.

"Look me in my fucking face and see if I'm joking," Adagio Dazzle motioned sternly. Sunset gazed at her blank expression, only her cyan eyes partly widening. She's not joking. "We already opened the door for him, and it's up to him when he wants to knock and enter," Adagio stepped back. This conversation was emotionally exhausting, but she wanted more shots before leaving. "Besides, why are you getting heated about his love life? He allowed you to date other people like Flash, but you won't allow him to do the date," There's that malevolent scheming she's iconic for. Sunset looked off to the side from the comment. "Pretty selfish if you ask me, especially when you rejected him," Adagio sneered at her hypocrisy. Did she expect Dusk Shine to hold a torch for her while being celibate as she has all the fun? Was Dusk Shine her long-term backup plan?

"I didn't reject him," Sunset Shimmer muttered, unable to deny the partial accuracy of it.

Adagio Dazzle arched her brow with a dismissive smirk, mocking her answer. "That's what it seems like to me and others from how Dusk Shine acted," She recalled, tapping her chin with a smug grin. "I recalled that he said that you told him to find others that make him feel the same way as you do so he can grow more as a person and not be codependent," Adagio quoted. "That's what he said. Thanks to his sessions, Dusk Shine probably worded in that way and prevented you from being the bad guy. Like the Anon incident," Sunset's heart skipped but still grateful towards Dusk Shine. "He still cherishes you. I saw how he looks at you," Adagio's expression softened before it corrupted with a baleful frown. "Although Dusk Shine will invite you to his wedding but don't be surprised when it's . . . not . . . you," She whispered into her ears, stressing those last few words before walking away. "Thanks for the food. See you later, Sunset Shimmer," Adagio ended her speech without looking back as her bootheels echoed.

Sunset Shimmer's back slid against the walls as she landed on her butt. She stared at her lap as Adagio's words stewed in her mind, but Sunset Shimmer couldn't stay long. She still has a few more hours left in her shift. That'll be a later problem.

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It has begun

Author's Note

I need your help. I need to figure out who's loyal to Cinch and/or Cadance among the CPA students. This plays a role in this VERY arc and several arcs after the Friendship Games. Since it takes me about a month or so to post an update for this story. It'll really help me out a lot between updates. Those loyal to Cinch are likely to be upper-class and are indebted to her while those loyal to Cadance are more varied and they genuinely respect her.

Any help will be appreciated. Thank you for your time

Here's the confirmed list:

Shadow 5: Sour Sweet, Sugarcoat, Sunny Flare, Lemon Zest and Indigo Zest. They're loyal to Cadance as they help out CHS in order to stop Dusk Shine.

B-Team: Royal Pin, Trenderhoof, Neon Lights, Upper Crust, Jet Set & Suri Polomare. They're loyal to Cinch as they stand beside Dusk Shine to win for CPA.

Moondancer: She's loyal to Dusk Shine being the first one to act from CPA against CHS for Dusk Shine's sake.

Fleur De Lis and her little squad: She's on Dusk Shine's side as a way to say thanks

Here's the unconfirmed list: (Although I used some of the names already but those are subject to change. Furthermore, these are names of characters that have actually appeared in the show/movie so you know what they look like)

Track Starr

Said Thunderbolt

Pepper Twist

Peacock Plume

Mulberry Seed

Marco Dafoy

Lightning Blue

Clayton Potter

Citrus Drops

Celery Stalk

Amaranth Gray

Orange Sherbette

Mulberry Cascade

Varsity Trim

Taffy Shade

Melon Mint

Ginger Owlseye

Garden Grove

Frosty Orange

Diwata Aino

Crystal Lullaby

Cold Forecast

Cloudy Kicks

Alizarin Bubblegum

It has begun

It's time.

After four years, the Friendship Games were about to begin. Both teams glared at each other, as did their predecessors after Luna gave the starting announcements. Some were in the crowd. Dean Cadance stood between them, acting as an announcer in the center of the main entrance hallway. On her right was Canterlot High School; the Wondercolts looked eager and determined, believing they'd be the first group to win against CPA in decades. Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna gazed warmly at their students as they stood close to them. It greatly contrasted with Cadance's right, her alumni, the Shadowbolts. Her boss Principal Cinch distanced herself from the students with a cold, formal look and crossed arms.

The Shadowbolts wore smug self-assured grins on their posh faces. They already had their victory in the bag. It will be easier than a snake discovering and devouring an undefended egg clutch.

Cadence's light blue eyes focused on Dusk Shine. He was the only one without a smile or determined expression, standing right in the center front of his team. His face looked blank and uninterested, seeing no point in all of this, at least on the surface. Those that genuinely knew Dusk Shine can tell that he's anxious. A stoic mask was placed on to maintain appearances.

"Welcome to the first event, the Academic Decathlon! You'll be scored on chemistry, home-ec, and everything in between. But remember, only the six students from each team with the most points will move on to event number 2. Good luck!" Dean Cadance began, hoping for a fun and exciting competition.

These are children.

She never saw the competitive point of these games. Yet her colleagues and students emphasize the importance of these games. Why? It's a simple event between two schools, but students are running themselves ragged just to qualify as a candidate. This was utter madness! The students acted as if this was the Equestrian Games. Of course, Cinch encouraged this mindset to keep the students competitive and not be lazy or indulgent in their future successes. A soft chuckle broke the tension. Everyone gazed at Dusk Shine. Seeing him smile and laugh, some were unnerved, especially now.

"My apologies," Dusk Shine muttered, prolonging his elated mood as he pushed up his glasses.

"Share the joke," Lemon Zest asked. It must be good if it got Dusk Shine laughing.

"Not really a joke but something humorous," Dusk Shine started as he walked to the center. "It's the concept of luck. A reassuring concept as it breeds morale, especially if the odds are in one's favor. However," He declared, pushing up his glasses in a smug manner. "Many times, it's a crutch to make up for someone's lack of skill," Several CPA students chuckled at his statement towards CHS as they glared at his bravado. "I say my team has an overabundance of skill," Dusk Shine smirked, gesturing to his teammates.

"You damn right," Indigo Zap cheered along with several others.

"Sounds more like overconfidence with a paid subscription," Sunset Shimmer countered, approaching him.

"It's not overconfidence if you can back it up," Dusk Shine defended. "Especially since your team hasn't won a single Friendship game yet," Now they're face to face.

"Oh, we will by the end of the day," Sunset Shimmer smirked, trusting her team.

"Not on my watch," Dusk Shine declared. The two continued to banter.

"Are they flirting?" Someone from CPA asked

"Probably," Another answered.

"Go f-yourself, Dusk Shine," Sunset Shimmer grunted.

"Do it yourself, you cheat code-crunching coward," Dusk Shine deadpanned. Sunset Shimmer smirked, raising her brow at his words. ". . . Wait!" His face turned crimson as the words settled in.

"Fair enough," Sunset Shimmer purred with a flirtatious and mischievous grin. "We haven't done one of our wagers in some time," Dusk Shine gulped as she got closer.

"Oh-uh um, Cadance?!" Dusk Shine stammered, looking to Cadance for support.

Cadance raised her hands, keeping her distance. "I'm staying out of this, but I trust your judgment and whatever comes out of this,"

"Didn't you say you can handle Sunset Shimmer," Lemon Zest added to the conversation.

"In a fight!" Dusk Shine corrected, his face still burning red.

"Oh, I don't have to fight him to handle him," Sunset Shimmer cooed with a half-lidded grin.

"Can I join in on this~" Trixie chimed in, appearing behind him. CPA had never heard him release such a high-pitched screech from him. He sounds like a bird. Was that his mating call?

"Now hold up, let's talk about this for a sec," Dusk Shine fretted. His arms were stretched out as he attempted to create distance between these smiling feral beasts. Sunset and Trixie relished seeing him blush and squirm.

"AGGGRH! That's enough already!" Sour Sweet hissed, gritting her teeth at the situation. She stomped towards the group, pushing Trixie out of the way. Her target was Sunset Shimmer. "What makes you think he'll even consider it?" She nagged, getting into Sunset Shimmer's face. Several students on both sides get ready to intervene.

"I think I can make a convincing argument," Sunset Shimmer gloated, giving Dusk Shine a wink. His face heated once more. Sunset's face lost amusement, narrowing her black-covered eyelids at Dusk Shine's former friend. "Besides, why do you care anyways about who he gets involved with? You already had your chance and probably would've done it by now, but you messed it up," She condemned, harshly poking Sour Sweet in the chest. A flicker of remorse danced in the archer's eyes before being replaced by defiance.

"Wait, were Dusk Shine and Sour Sweet a thing," Someone from CPA brought up the past.

"Enough," Dusk Shine interjected, stopping any further arguments. "It's old news. It's in the past. Irrelevant. I don't care about that anymore," He elaborated as he got between the two girls. Cadance viewed him with a gentle yet concerned expression. She knows that he still cares but doesn't want to show it. "So you two chill out before I smack some damn sense into both of you," Dusk Shine warned the girls. "Are we clear?" The girls snarled and glowered at each other before calming down.

"Crystal," Sour Sweet fumed, turning her face away from the rocker.

"Peachy," Sunset Shimmer grumbled.

Dusk Shine exhaled, shaking his head. "Regarding our prior wager, how about something more appropriate? I can build you a PC and maybe some games with DLC?" He offered. Her eyes brightened at the suggestion.

"I can work with that," Sunset Shimmer smiled. She needs to upgrade her PC anyway for her streams. Plus, it's cheaper to have someone like Dusk Shine, who knows what he's doing to make it. "How about I. . .," She beckoned. Dusk Shine leaned as she whispered into his ear. Huh, he's wearing new cologne. It's pretty good.

"You drive a hard bargain but fair enough," Dusk Shine smiled back, offering his hand when a flame extinguisher smoke jetted between them.

"Hey!" The pair exclaimed, glaring at the source.

"Sorry, force of habit," Cadance answered, holding a mini fire extinguisher. They rolled their eyes at the former babysitter and shook hands.

"Later, you pyromaniac," Sunset Shimmer grinned, playfully punching him in the shoulder.

"See ya, she-demon," Dusk Shine replied, patting her shoulder with a smile. The groups separated to prepare for the first round as Sour Sweet glared at Sunset. Murmurs and gossip spread among Crystal Prep's ranks. Dusk Shine, Sour Sweet, and Sunset Shimmer were the main topics, particularly on the nature of their relationship.

Were Dusk Shine and Sour Sweet a couple, or were they intimate in the past but broke up for some reason? Is Sunset Shimmer his girlfriend, or is he becoming interested in her? Did that make Sour Sweet jealous?

It didn't matter to Dusk Shine. However, one posh voice caught his ear.

"Didn't think Dusk Shine would associate himself with such a cretin," Marco Dafoy critiqued with a smirk to his friends, who snickered.

"Hey, care to repeat that, Dafoy?" Dusk Shine asked coldly. Their laughter stopped immediately as Dafoy's friends stepped back, leaving him to deal with Dusk Shine himself.

"Dusk Shine, we're blue-bloods," Marco exhorted. Why was he wasting his time with someone of her stature? Several nodded, with many more frowning at the attitude.

"No, my blood is red like everyone else," Dusk Shine answered straightforwardly. "I don't think it's appropriate to brag about how much incest your family has done over the generations. Your parents are cousins several times removed, to be exact," He divulged as various CPA students warped their faces in disgust at the revelation. Dafoy's parents are cousins?! EW!

"You dare insult me?!" Marco barked, his ego bruised as his classmates viewed him in suspicion. "Do you know who I am and my father, you base-born cur?! I'm your superior!" Marco exclaimed, stomping his feet.

Several students quietly mocked him to their colleagues. The only thing Marco was superior to Dusk Shine was age. Marco competed in the last friendship games, giving them a win. Making him either 17 or 18 against Dusk Shine's 15. Also, what was with the Base-born cur insult? Both are noble born, whereas Dusk Shine was more subtle in their approach but was more influential. At the same time, Marco had a richer history. Still, he fell from grace as society broke away from the aristocracy.

"I'm not insulting you; I'm describing you," Dusk Shine elucidated. Marco's face twisted into a sneer. "I know who you are, and I don't care. Your father gets spit-roasted by my grandfather and his colleagues. Lucis has no spine or the concept of loyalty; he'll join anybody in a higher position himself," He sneered about the scummy parasite of a man. Lucis had a nasty habit of being a convenient ally and always had crossed fingers behind his back. Dusk Shine heard Lucis recently attempted to curry favor with one of his family's conglomerate groups. The Golden Equniox Syndicate. A minor business contract can set Lucis' business for several years. However, if one was to piss them off . . . that spells financial and social ruin.

"Don't talk about my father that way!" Marco blustered, looking to Cinch for support but found none. Dusk Shine was more valuable than him and whatever his family could scrape together.

"You call yourself my superior, but you see this," Dusk Shine mocked, pointing at his unique emblem. "It shows that I'm the Schola Perfecta, the top student, and who are you," His amethyst eyes narrowed dangerously as he challenged. This emblem shows that Dusk Shine is the best. The pinnacle of CPA. An endless tide of force exploded from Dusk Shine's body, causing his classmates' hearts to race and sweat to form on their brows. Cadance knew Dusk Shine before he was born. Never in her life have she witnessed such arrogance and condescending hostility from him. She could've sworn that his hair flickered to life and someone was behind him.

"You can't even break the top 30," Dusk Shine emphasized, wrinkling his forehead with a turned-up nose. "Of course, all that inbreeding impacted your mental functions, so you do know what happens if your family becomes aware of what you did to her and me," Dusk Shine scoffed at the obsolete aristocrat. That's why he has a sixth toe and semi-webbed feet.

"Yes, I am, but what's special about that harlot," Marco asked disrespectfully. Rage flashed in Dusk Shine's body. SMACK! The back of Dusk Shine's crashed into Marco's cheek, forcing his head into its chosen direction. Everyone's eyes widened, flabbergasted at what occurred. The older student wobbled from the strike. "Did you slap me?" He whispered as his posh features stung as he held his face with loose spit on his chin. Did . . . Did that just happen?

"I did, and I will do it again," Dusk Shine avowed, his face hardened as he marched towards Marco. "That harlot is the Top Student of Canterlot High," He shoved the older male, shocking the students and teachers. Some students frowned at Marco's actions as his face pleaded for him. They silently rejected his call for aid. He decided to put the dragon. They're not getting burnt for him.

"My friend," A second shove. "My rival," Another shove put Marco on the back foot. Each shove amplified in aggression and power. Nothing can stop Dusk Shine but himself. "The main reason why I'm here is so she doesn't humiliate the school," The final shove made Marco stumbled and fall backward, only for Dusk Shine to grab his forearm, keeping him upright. "The only reason she's not at Crystal Prep is because she chose not to," Dusk Shine's soft voice spoke volumes about Sunset's power. "And you better give Sunset Shimmer the respect she deserves and more, you foul-blooded gilded toad," He ordered with a harsh edge in his voice.

"Don't all high and mightly-AH AH AH OW OW OW OW!" Marco refuted before Dusk Shine raised him by the collar and crushed Marco's face with his hands. "Stop, stop, please stop it. That hurts," Dafoy whined, pleading from the unyielding pressure. Others gasped at Dusk Shine's surprising strength, while some grinned at Marco being knocked a few pegs.

"Dusk Shine, that's enough," Cadance ordered in a surprisingly authoritative voice. The two glared for a moment. Tension hangs in the air as the family members standoff. Was he challenging Cadance?

Dusk Shine released him, leaving the older student gasping and whimpering on the cold floor. Several seconds passed as Marco gasped for air. Dusk Shine grabbed his shirt, bringing him to his blank furious face. The older student's features were placid and sweaty, gazing at Dusk Shine with fearful eyes. How was he this strong?! When did he get so strong?! Why was Dusk Shine this assertive? Marco's colleagues laughed at his situation as Dusk Shine humiliated him in front of everyone.

"Know your place, Marco Dafoy and watch your tone before someone rips your tongue out," Dusk Shine warned as he released the older student back to the floor. "This is why they had a genuine chance of winning because you're too arrogant. You guys got lazy thinking it'll be another easy win. Still, some of you have your heads so far up your asses that you couldn't see that's what they were planning," He fumed at the idiocy of his schoolmates. Some raised their brows and wondered what he was talking about. "CHS was counting on you to underestimate them. Plus, I know you guys will blame me when you lose," Dusk Shine predicted, giving his classmates an accusing finger. "Oh, if Dusk Shine was here, we could've won," He mocked them in a posh voice with a hand motion.

"Hey!"

"Am I wrong to think that?" Dusk Shine countered, staring down at his classmates. They remained silent as guilty people should. "All this talk about how better you guys are than others, but you're only real skill is being coattails and shifting the blame to others," "If only guys 1/10th of the time doing that, maybe you guys would be a higher rank or your parents won't be so adamant about you guys emulating me," Dusk Shine berated their incompetence. He didn't hold his words back as the silence thundered the halls. Their faces were rife with overbearing EMOTIONAL DAMAGE. They never anticipated that Dusk Shine muttered such corrosive venom. Even Cinch was taken aback by his words.

He didn't care about the damage of his words. They did the same to him numerous times. It's simply returning the favor.

"Underestimating our opponents is the first sign of defeat," Dusk Shine chastised. "And I don't want my or the school's record to be tarnished because some people wanted to be Icarus," Silence occupied the hallway once more. "Are we clear?"

"Yes," His team confirmed. It's their responsibility to win another game for CPA. They can't lose.

"I'm speaking to all of you," Dusk Shine broadcasted, his eyes surveying the weak-willed elites he called schoolmates. "Come on, didn't your parents teach you basic manners and decorum," He narrowed his eyes with crossed arms while scolding them. "Are . . . we . . . clear?" His stentorious voice rumbled the halls.

"Yes," They obeyed. Cinch raised an intriguing eyebrow at this scene. Was it his Skyborne blood taking over?

"Good," Dusk Shine remarked, reaching into his coat. Cadance walked behind him, her hand going for him. "Please don't touch me, Dean Cadenza," He solicited blankly with a metal flask in his palm and twisted the knob. Several students gazed, shocked at what came from Dusk Shine's mouth.

"Dusk Shine," Cadance whispered as she frowned, drawing her hand back. The flask didn't bother her, but what he called her. Dusk Shine called her Cadenza. Cadenza of things. Whatever Dusk Shine is going through, it's worsening by the second. The rare emotion of rage boils Cadance's blood, and her wrath is directed at her boss, who stands there with a cold smile.

"Relax, it's juice," Dusk Shine replied, holding his metal flask. "A bit of an acquired taste," He held it out, asking them to try it for themselves.

Sour Sweet took it and sampled it. Her eyes widened and watered the burning sensation on her tongue. "This is hot sauce!" She coughed hoarsely as she wiped her mouth.

"It's juice to me," Dusk Shine responded, grabbing his flask and taking a swig. He exhaled. "Let's go; we already wasted enough time thanks to Marco Dafoy," They directed their focus and ire to the humbled older student holding his bruised, stinging cheek. "It's rude to be late," Dusk Shine ordered, motioning for them to move.

The Crystal Prep students separated again with the Shadowbolts and the reserves in one direction and non-competitors in another. Dusk Shine was at the front, keeping a distance from them. They kept their voice low or remained quiet to avoid his wrath. To see Dusk Shine raise Marco off his feet and crush his face like an apple. It's a haunting dichotomy.

Jet Set and Upper Crust walked hand-in-hand, quizzing each other for the upcoming chemistry portion. "Now, what about this process, would it-" He started when his words strangled in his throat. What is that sound?

"Darling are you," Upper Crust fretted when he shushed her. Jet Set's frightened eyes motioned to Dusk Shine, whistling that haunted tune. Her blood ran cold, as did her lover. Both, as did Coco Pommel, shared a look. They knew that tune, but why did Dusk Shine know it?

Despite their esteemed stature and social influence, there are some groups, no matter who you are, who you shouldn't mess with. All the money, power, and reputation are irrelevant to those groups. Upper Crust and Jet Set's parents warned them about these groups and the fates of those foolish enough to cross them. Tragic accidents or sudden disappearances after a time and hardly anyone seen or heard from them again. One of those more insidious groups was the Obsidian Cartel and one of their subdivisions, the Shadow Ravens.

Dusk Shine is whistling their calling card. They didn't say a single word; their hearts accelerated like a hunting cheetah on a sugar rush. It won't take much for them to disappear.

The first event of the ACADECA was chemistry. All the students were dressed adequately with safety goggles, lab coats, and those with long hair tied in a tight ponytail or professional bun. They waited for their instructions.

"Please follow these instructions and solve these questions," Luna announced, giving them a paper. She gazed at her watch. "Start!" The Vice-principal ordered as the students began to work. It's the first event, so they need a lead. Cinch and Celestia roamed the room, examining the students.

"Luna," Cadance called. "It's about Dusk Shine," Luna's eyes widened from the name. They gazed at the topic of their conversation as he worked robotically. This was light work for him.

"What happened?" Luna muttered, motioning her to a corner.

"One of his schoolmates, Macro Dafoy, he participated in the last friendship games," Cadance recalled. Luna nodded in remembrance. Dafoy. One of the oldest remaining noble families in Equestria. As a result, they gained an insufferable ego. "Marco made the mistake of insulting Sunset Shimmer in front of Dusk Shine, and Dusk Shine laid the law," She confessed, widening Luna's eyes in alarm.

"Oh no," The vice principal whispered, covering her mouth. It's already happening, and she's likely too late. Was there something she and others could've done earlier? Perhaps. Luna focused her ire on Cinch. She's been the infection behind CPA's moral degradation ever since Celestia and Luna were students at CHS. Over twenty years now.

"I know how you feel, but what-" Cadance added before being interrupted

"I'm done," Dusk Shine announced, interrupting their conversation and handing his paper to Celestia.

"WHAT?!" Several students yelled in astonishment. Some CHS students sweated with dropped jaws. So this was the work of CPA's top student. They barely got through the first quarter of the section.

"That's fast. Even for you, Dusk Shine," Cinch acknowledged the swiftness of his work.

" I can do it again if you want," Dusk Shine offered. He'll do it again as many times as needed.

"No, that's fine," Luna commented, gesturing to the benches. "Please return the supplies and have a seat until then," Dusk Shine nodded as he removed his safety gear and went to one of the benches.

"Hey, Dusk Shine," Someone from the B-team asked.

"If you want my help, that's 50," Dusk Shine answered, taking out his phone.

"Sweet," They smiled, pulling out their wallets.

"50 thousand plus tax," Dusk Shine elaborated with a cold glare. They paused with wide eyes and flat lips. 50 THOUSAND?!

"Isn't that much? We don't have that type of money." They fretted at the monstrous fee for his assistance. Their parents probably do, but there's no way they can ask for that.

"You're asking for my help during one of the most critical competitions of our lives," Dusk Shine attested, raising his brow. "You're on the Shadowbolts, meaning you're among the best of the best," He continued. They began to sweat as the pressure mounted from this callous aura. "If you can't do this simple task. Why are you here?" Dusk Shine queried; his draconic eyes glowed like a predator in the night. All that bragging about being the best, yet they can't do this. After years of enrollment?! They're wasting his time and efforts. " Either finish it yourself or get the reserve members to finish for you but don't expect to be in CPA for long after this event. Some CHS students can be good replacements," He determined, letting his words settle in their minds. "Got it?"

"Ye-Yes," They nodded. The pressure was on now.

"Carry on," Dusk Shine waved them off as he put on his headphones. He closed his eyes and lost himself in his playlist as his loved ones gazed worriedly at him.

Winner: CPA

The next event was Home Economics. Everyone was baking a cake or similar dessert. Expect Flash Sentry and Bon-Bon, who misunderstand the assignment and bake bread instead. They blushed in embarrassment as the judges walked by when they stopped at Suri and Upper Crust's section. The girls smirked as the judges sampled their cake. They had this in the bag. Well . . . until Pinkie Pie cut her cake, revealing the FREAKING MONA LISA! The judges dropped their forks in shock.

"WHAT?!" Several CPA students shouted. Is this what Dusk Shine was talking about?!

"I told ya," Dusk Shine commented on Pinkie Pie's culinary mastery. Cinch gave the girls a harsh glare for their failure. Suri's hands wobbled in fear, almost dropping the cake when Dusk Shine took it and placed it on a nearby table. They don't want to create a mess.

The students enjoyed their dishes to refuel for the next round. It's a well-deserved break. Dusk Shine chatted with Pinkie Pie, wondering how she could do that. Cadance beamed at their interaction. Ah. The classic opposites attract. Dusk Shine rolled his eyes as Cadance scribbled in her trusty notepad. Sour Sweet pouted as Dusk Shine resumed his conservation.

"He's been talking to her for a while now," Sugarcoat acknowledged as she bit into a cake slice.

"I know," Sour Sweet grumbled. She watched their talk continue when his face faulted with widened eyes and crimson cheeks. What happened? Oh, that's why. Pinkie Pie had a flirtatious expression as she effortlessly slid an eclair down her throat, staring directly into Dusk Shine's shining amethyst eyes and swallowing with a single gulp.

"Um. . .," Dusk Shine dragged on when Sunset grabbed his coat collar and pulled him towards Sour Sweet as the girls glared at the pink baker. Pinkie Pie shrugged and grinned innocently. They cleaned up and prepared for the next event.

Winner: CHS

The next event was wood shop. Their task was to craft a birdhouse. Dusk Shine, Sugarcoat, and Indigo Zap led in designing the blueprint. CPA had a detailed plan for their win. CHS, on the other hand, barely had a clue. Applejack and Rarity were the only ones with craftsmanship in their skillset.

Luna, Celestia, and Cadance evaluated the birdhouses. Most were simple variants of the same model. It's a birdhouse. They weren't expecting anything crazy. Microchip and Sandalwood's . . . their birdhouse won't handle a gentle breeze. A slight tap from Luna's pencil demonstrated the fragility and marked them down.

Sugarcoat and Indigo Zap amazed the judges with their two-story birdhouse. Dusk Shine cleared his throat as he and Lemon Zest presented their avian Penthouse. Two stories with a small bird bath and several openings and ledges for the birds to enter and rest. Now this was a birdhouse.

Microchip frowned at their sloppy birdhouse when Sandalwood wrapped a comforting arm around him. The two smiled as they walked away. But Indigo Zap deliberately bumped into them, and Sugarcoat flicked the front part from Mircochips hand, all with a smirk on their faces. The boys sneered at the girls. What's wrong with them? The CPA students laughed in their presence. Fluttershy and Applejack padded them on the backs.

Dusk Shine observed them. You won't receive such kindness at CPA. He envied that. Dusk Shine approached them. Sandalwood crossed his arms at the sight of CPA's top student. He eased his glare as Dusk Shine handed him the fallen birdhouse piece and offered him his apologies for his classmates. Dusk Shine nodded before joining his team.

Winner: CPA

It's the second to last event. Both teams had ecstatic wide grins except Dusk Shine, who had a blank expression. The pressure's on as their teams dwindled with each failed word. Glares were exchanged from both sides until the final round. Only Dusk Shine and Sunset Shimmer remained.

Win: Draw

This is the final section of the ACADECA. A duel between the CHS & CPA's top students. One last math problem to win in the first section for their respective schools. Dusk Shine and Sunset Shimmer marched towards the stage, but the reactions couldn't have been more different.

Sunset Shimmer had the support of her entire school behind her. They shout litanies of praise and encouragement, boosting her morale in hopes of defeating him. Sunset Shimmer was their best shot at winning the ACADECA against CPA. She turned to smile determinedly and wave at them. Their support was well-earned after being a hell-raiser in her bully days. Sunset wasn't that person anymore. She was reborn from the ashes of her horrible past and rose as the Sun-blessed Phoenix. She was going to win.

Dusk Shine, on the other hand, received silence from his school. He had a few supporters, which he was grateful for. It's nothing compared to Sunset's entourage. They had banners and posters with her face and cutie mark on them. Envy spiked in Dusk Shine's chest as he observed CHS. He wanted that as well. Wasn't all his efforts worthy of a fraction of all the love and support Sunset Shimmer is receiving?

What did he get?!

Bored looks, redirected focus on their phones or other topics—another way to protect their fragile ego. Dusk Shine sighed internally. Can this moronic competition be done already? He just wants to go home and discard this accursed uniform and everything CPA related. A part of him wants to burn this uniform. No more Crystal Prep. Just win and get into Everton.

Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton. Everton.

Everton. Everton. Everton. . . . . .Everton.

"Enough," A booming voice resonated in his mind, stopping his jumbled, racing thoughts. The amulet sizzled against his chest, distracting Dusk Shine briefly. What . . . is this? Who is that? Was it Night Blaze or someone else invading his subconscious? Dusk Shine's heart quaked, forcing his lungs to tighten. "No," The otherworldly voice demanded, causing his body to relax from the mounting stress. "Focus. Remember why you're here. Show them why you're the Schola Perfecta," Determined rage fueled into his veins. Dusk Shine's face hardened and intensified as he marched up the stairs, leaving his team behind. "You don't need them. Never did. Show them why! FIGHT AND WIN OR BE FORGOTTEN!" Flames flickered across his breath and teeth, his eyes hardened and sharpened with a defiant frown.

Sunset Shimmer stood there with a confident smile and crossed arms. His dense footsteps echoed under her boots, making her lose her smile. She had never seen this hostile expression from him. Her cyan eyes glared at his schoolmates, aware they were the cause behind this. Hopefully, they can talk after this.

The Titans stood face to face, waiting for the match to begin. His eyes worried her. They were dead, devoid of anything that made Dusk Shine human. But something was there. Nothing good. His eyes burned with encompassing desperation in his drive to win. There's no joy and eager competitiveness between equals. Winning is his only option. Also, where's this wind coming from?

"Here's your question," Luna announced before reading the question as the chalkboards were wheeled on the stage. It was a geometry question, and it's a freaking triangle. I personally hate geometry, which is easily one of my worst subjects. They went to their respective boards and waited to start. "Begin!" The top students went to work. Tension dominated the air, coiling the students like a serpent or an old-school corset on a full-figured mature woman attempting to reclaim her youth.

Sunset's face was drenched in anxious sweat as the clock ticked. The pressure was on, and she was feeling the heat. She glanced at Dusk Shine. He had to be nervous too, but he wasn't. His face was blank and focused as the chalk marked the board. Cinch's glare pierced his back. Sunset refocused on the problem. More time passed as the audience held their breaths. Several gasped as Dusk Shine rested his chalk on the metal bar; the soft impact echoed throughout the room. Was he finished?! No way.

Dusk Shine stepped back, his blank eyes scanned the problem. It doesn't hurt to double-check. Wait. He narrowed his eyes, analyzing the issue again. This is an ISOSCELES triangle.

"What is he doing?" Indigo Zap muttered. His head lowered, eyes closed, and fingers interlocked strangely. Dusk Shine's back was to them, so they couldn't see.

"Shut up and watch," Sour Sweet bossed with crossed arms, her eyes locked on Dusk Shine. "He's thinking, so don't bother him," She warned. His amethyst eyes open, blazing with vigor and purpose. He grabbed his jacket and tossed it to the crowd, displaying his broad back.

"Let's finish this," Dusk Shine and the amulet declared as he loosened his tie. He wiped a portion of his previous answer and grabbed the chalk. It snapped between his fingers, giving him two utensils. The audience's jaws dropped as Dusk Shine rewrote his answer as quick as lightning, using both hands dedicated to different sections. Was he even human? Since when has he been ambidextrous?

"TIME!" Luna announced, forcing both to stop. The Top students stepped away, allowing Principal Cinch to examine their answers. Dusk Shine wiped his hands clean. Everyone felt the crushing tension in the air with bated breaths.

Did they do it?

What's their answer?

Who's the winner? Who's the reject?

Cinch raised her hand with a finger pointed skyward before focusing on Sunset. "Incorrect," The stoic principal declared. Sunset's face faulted at the result. She lost. Her friends still voiced their support for her efforts.

"The Friendship Games' first event winner is Dusk Shine and Crystal Prep!" Luna broadcasted. Dusk Shine broke into a small smile as he pounded his chest in victory. It vanished from the bored sighs and scattered applause from his school. What's the point of being happy at this damn school? Dusk Shine was alone on the stage as Sunset's friends went to comfort her. That was CHS's best attempt at CPA in their entire history of the Friendship Games.

His eyes softened as his frown deepened. A heavy sigh escaped Dusk Shine's lips as he straightened his tie. Maybe going to Crystal Prep was a bad idea.

"No," The amulet thundered and beat against his chest. "Your schoolmates mean nothing to you. Dead or alive. They! Are! Irrelevant! Why should you care about them? Cast them down into Tartarus and watch them burn! Have a feast over their searing corpses. Don't forget how they treated you, and don't let them escape your vengeance and scorn!" The haunting voice vociferated.

Balefire scorched through Dusk Shine's body as columns of painful memories sullied his mood. His amethyst eyes dulled and darkened, viewing his schoolmates. Their faces became blank and static, barely making them unique. Just another product on the assembly line.

He can break them all and feel nothing from it.

"After a careful tally of the points, we'd like to present the students moving on to the Friendship Games' second event," Dean Cadance notified the crowd. The names were called, and they went on the stage as applause bounced off the walls. To no one's surprise, it was the Main Six or Canterlot Cuties: Sunset Shimmer, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, and Fluttershy. They cheered and waved to their fellow schoolmates. For Crystal Prep, it was the Shadow Six: Dusk Shine, Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat, Sour Sweet, Indigo Zap, and Lemon Zest.

"Positions, please," Photo Finish instructed, holding her camera. CHS took dynamic poses to display their personalities, while CPA remained straight-faced and disciplined.

Sunset Shimmer glanced over to Dusk Shine with his hands in his pockets. A sly idea popped into her head. She went over to Dusk Shine, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and resting her head on the other. He raised a brow at her action even as she fluttered her eyes. Dusk Shine placed an arm around her too. Sour Sweet and others gave them a blank bug-eyed expression. Sunset smirked as their photos were taken.

"I'll see you in a bit, Sunset," Dusk Shine commented. She opened her mouth but respected his answer, giving him a pat on the shoulder. He smiled before facing his team. Sour Sweet and Sunny Flare frowned and glared at him and Sunset.

Dusk Shine stepped up to them, shadows covering his hostile eyes behind the shining spectacles. Their bodies shrunk from this empty threatening stare. He had height and muscle on them, adding more to his unnerving intimidation factor. The silence made it worse. The two lost their frowns and glares after a few seconds.

Sugarcoat attempted to speak but shut it as Dusk Shine's shadow loomed over her in a flash second. The color drained from her face as she gulped in fear. Sugarcoat was never easily intimidated, but she wouldn't push her luck with Dusk Shine. She looked down, going over to Sour Sweet and Sunny Flare. He walked away as Indigo Zap and Lemon Zest raised their hands with fearful expressions as they cleared the way for him.

Cadance handed him his coat and bag with Spike. Her face was wrinkled with worry. Dusk Shine's actions and expressions towards his classmates, as did Luna and Celestia, concerned her. It's not like him to hold such animosity. They don't blame him. The trio decided to help Dusk Shine in all possible ways away from Cinch's corruption.

"Dusk Shine," His sister-in-law called out, but he ignored her.

"I'm going to spend some time alone," Dusk Shine replied, putting his bag on his back and holding his jacket over his shoulder. He needed to decompress.

"Where?" Luna asked. They needed to know where he was, just in case.

"Anywhere but here with them," Dusk Shine snarled, motioning to his ire to his classmates. He made it known with that guttural groan before walking off. None of his classmates followed and asked where he was going. Cinch was busy lecturing Sunny Flare. Again.

"She's truly awful, isn't she?" Luna remarked on Cinch's behavior. She knows Cinch's ulterior motives with Dusk Shine and Sunny Flare.

"Imagine working with her," Cadance mentioned, sneering at her boss. Her disdain is shared among the student populace and various faculty. Nobody genuinely likes Abacus Cinch. Most . . . tolerate her at best. She's the strict boss that people only interact with in a professional setting. Those that claim they do are lying and hoping to get into her good graces. Hell, not even her own daughter likes her. Cinch was married or had a relationship with someone to have Sunny Flare. They saw her being pregnant, but where's the father. Or was Cinch a surrogate, and she just took the parents' child.

"Let's focus on the games right now and Dusk Shine later," Celestia refocused on the conversation. They nodded.

Sunset Shimmer watched him exit the room but knew she couldn't help him. Sour Sweet, Sunny Flare, and Cinch would be on her case. Maybe after the second round? She hoped that Dusk Shine was feeling okay.

Dusk Shine walked through the empty. His footsteps bounced off the walls as Spike took his spot on Dusk Shine's shoulder. The canine whimpered as he nuzzled against Dusk Shine's face. Sometimes he wished he could talk. It would make anything so much easier. Dusk Shine rubbed Spike's head, acknowledging his presence, but his thoughts held no mercy or comfort.

The amulet rhythmically pulsed along with his steady yet malevolent heartbeat. Images flashed and settled in his mind. Two critical scenes played.

The first was him, standing before a burning building. It's Crystal Prep. Cinch was bawling, being held by several others, giving her front seat to her pride and joy destroyed before her eyes. She didn't care for their tears, so why should they? Her supporters struggled against their holders as well.

"Dusk Shine! Why? You've . . . destroyed everything," Cinch begged, getting a clear view of the destruction of her life's work. Her face lost that iconic frigid professionalism, replaced by pathetic sobbing as tears and ruined makeup trickled. She glared. "You scum! Low-born traitors!" She howled, struggling against her holders, spatting at her former associates.

"You've caused it this. You gave me the matches," Dusk Shine commented. He and his team were wearing solid black suits. They were here on business.

"This place was overdue for clean up from your filth and corruption. There are other places we can go," Cadance proclaimed, looking at Cinch with an empty expression. "May you live the life you deserve," She remarked politely as she bowed to her former boss. Celestia and Luna joined her.

Dusk Shine snapped his fingers, signaling them to release Cinch and her conies. The now-defunct principal of Crystal Prep remained on her knees, sobbing as the building continued to burn. She got up, dragging her anguished-filled body towards the flames. They can hear her crying and mumbling. Her movements were lethargic, like her body was weighed down by a cold neutron star. Some followed her like zombies enamored in Cinch's infectious storm. CPA was everything to them. In life and now in death. Others, with a little more self-preservation, remained there in their spots. Unmoving. Barely breathing. Their blinking was that of a half-dead goldfish. What can they do? Others waved their hands in the statues' faces, attempting to gain some reaction. Some of his team were other CPA students he deemed worthy of saving, such as members of his Shadowbolts teams and Discord.

"Dusk Shine," Sunny Flare said.

"Leave them. It's their choice at the end of the day," Dusk Shine commanded, motioning him to follow her. She and others copied their movements.

Burnt ashes littered the sky like stars as sections of the building crumbled from the purifying flames. Dusk Shine reached into his coat and pulled out an elegant cigarette case. He never depicted himself as a smoker. However, today is a special occasion. A single cigarette was in the container. That's all he needed.

Sombra handed him a light, but he refused it. Dusk Shine stopped, raising the narcotic in the air and enabling smoldering ash to land. It lit up. He took a single puff, just enough to savor the aroma and sensation. The smoke from his lips joined the deep grayish-black cloud above them. Dusk Shine dropped it and crushed it over his feet. There's no need to start another fire.

"Ready to go," Shining Armor asked, leaning on one of the cars. Dusk Shine nodded. His family and crew entered unmarked cars while others stayed as fire control. He eased into the posh leather seats, finally cutting ties with CPA and Cinch.

Vengeance and victory were his and long overdue for many others.

The second image was simple but remains formidable. Dusk Shine sat upon a mountain of his broken, beaten, and brutalized schoolmates. Their bodies were his throne. What else could they be? His face was blank; one can consider his expression bored as he expected his situation. He examined a cutie mark from one of his fallen schoolmates. Dusk Shine crushed it in his callus palm and tossed it in the junk pile with the rest. He stood. After conquering the literal best of what CPA has to offer, there's nothing for him now. Two splendid midnight corvid wings emerged from his back. Dusk Shine took off with a single flap.

Dusk Shine's mind returned to reality but was conscious of the wings on his back. They weren't real, yet he can still feel them. Cyan flames danced in his eyes, remembering how they called him a freak. Monster. Demon. Night Blaze smiled.

Why not prove them right?

(Here's a little extra for you guys. This is an actual preview

The top students faced each other, their bodies reformed and vigor by Aether. They battled against each other for what felt like hours. Bruises, cuts, scars, dirt, and blood stained their ascended forms. Both were exhausted but couldn't surrender, not like this. Aether remade them using their emotion as a catalyst for their transformation.

Daydream Shimmer.

That was Sunset's new name in this form. It's what the Aether told Dusk Shine or Night Blaze. Doesn't matter. This Daydream Shimmer was gorgeous. Sunset Shimmer was always an alluring woman to Dusk Shine, but this form was phenomenal.

Divine golden wings with a horn to match made of Aether. Her regalia was an asymmetrical strapless dress made of warm reddish pinks, radiant gold, and gentle cyan with gladiator-style heels. Her hair flickered like a welcoming dancing flame. A simple crimson gemstone choker. Her upper-arm bands were her cutie mark. In her palm was her school's flag.

Daydream Shimmer was a sun deity of redemption and justice, born from the unconditional love of her friends. She was a hero driven to protect them from Dusk Shine. However, she didn't want to fight him, but it was the only way to save him from the corrupting Aether. Daydream's face was determinedly conflicted about what she was doing. It had to be done. To save her best friend from this . . .

Night Blaze.

Aether took an identical design philosophy for him but more organic. Whereas Daydream's wings and horn were made from Aether, Dusk Shine's were a part of his body. It was. Until that princess from the mirror world appeared, battled him, and reduced him to more grounded levels. Aether still burned bright and faithful in his body as if he was the rightful wielder. This Night Blaze persona usurped control of Dusk Shine's body, holding steadfast to his oath of claiming victory for CPA. He was a mess. Fighting an entire horde of CHS students and a contingent of students loyal to Dean Cadance, including the Shadow 5. Then proceeded to JUMP from the second-story window and tumble over the bleachers onto the field. He shouldn't be moving.

But

Dusk Shine was still standing. On the surface, it was admirable, displaying his resolve and duty to his school. That doesn't denote the immeasurable physical trauma he endured. Broken bones, still bleeding wounds likely from the glass and other sources, and reeked of soot and fire. A crumbled and tattered uniform. Not to mention the sheer mental trauma of all things. Betrayed by his principal, peer pressured, and guilt-tripped to release the magic, he virtually died and was reborn.

He now has a separate entity controlling his body.

This entity and Aether changed his body, reducing it to mere aesthetic choices. His skin was a darker purple. His hair became wilder and spiker while moving like a stubborn fire. His eyes were draconic, a luminously haunting cyan focused on winning. He held his school's flag in his palm as well. Unfortunately, Dusk Shine didn't have the luxury of being remade from the love of his schoolmates.

No.

Dusk Shine was a being of rage, vengeance, egotism, and anguish. A monster that they help create.

Neither said a word before blitzing in a flash. Their school observed two stars dancing and dueling around them. The sky cracked and thundered from each magical blow. They could only keep up because of the colors—purple for Dusk Shine and Crimson for Sunset Shimmer. What boggled the most is that it's evenly matched, slightly edging in Dusk Shine's favor. How is that possible?! Sunset has more magic, and Dusk Shine is exhausted. It should've been one-sided. Eh, power scalers. Being stronger doesn't always mean better. Neither does this + that = that. Although it's a logical assumption but that's not how a fight or battle work.

Sunset has more magic, but she's using it predictably and doesn't flow as easily. Dusk Shine, on the other hand, his magic is more refined and potent despite the diminished reserves. Furthermore, his mind and creativity enable him to exploit Aether's potential further. The last thing people often overlook is mindset, personality, and motivations. Dusk Shine has that killer edge. The will to win. His analytical and ruthless thinking process.

He's not dying to win; he's risking death to win, opening his mind and throwing caution into the wind, allowing him to do things he won't normally do. Dusk Shine knows how to fight and is willing to fight dirty.

The two continued their aerial duel. A wrathful dragon against a guardian phoenix. Sunset kept her distance, firing off magic beams. Dusk Shine didn't fly traditionally, making more of an advanced levitation. He jetted towards her, calculating the distances, speed, and dimensions of his body to evade her attacks. Sunset readied her body as he drew near with his fist for a strike. He vanished. Her eyes widened.

Where did he go? She frantically searched for Dusk Shine. "AH!" Sunset yelped from the sudden grip on her ankle. Dusk Shine tightened his hold on her, flipping her over, and flung Sunset with all his might in a bestial roar. He unleashed several fiery blasts for good measure. She barely summoned a shield to block the attack as she crashed and rolled on the ground.

"Hold her down; we got this, Dusk Shine," Lighting Blue announced, giving their top student a thumbs up as they crowded her.

"GET YOUR FILTHY FUCKING HANDS AWAY FROM HER!" Dusk Shine roared, teleporting to their location. In a flash, he slammed his fist into Lighting's face with such force he flipped, coating Dusk Shine's fist with blood from this broken nose. Dusk Shine covered him in Aether and telekinetically rocketed him into a trio of CPA students.

He charged, outstretching his arms, delivering a savage double lariat towards Ginger Owleye and Garden Gover. Were they from Cinch's or Cadance's faction? Irrelevant. They dared to interrupt their duel! Cadance, Luna, Celestia, Spike, the Main 6, the Shadow 5, and countless others watched him demolish his classmates. Headbutts, punches, kicks, knee and elbow strikes. All were used. Some would view this scene as cathartic. Did they honestly believe they could get into Dusk Shine's good graces after treating him like a hot dogshit?

"Holy shit," Someone muttered in abject horror. A crowd of battered CPA students lay at Dusk Shine's feet like a colony of dead ants. He unleashed a tower of purple flame skyward from his maw while roaring a battle cry. They covered their ears as the ground rumbled beneath them. Was it out of victory or anguish?

Dusk Shine turned to Sunset; her body shuddered as her heart nearly exploded out of her chest. "Get up," He said softly.

"What?" Sunset Shimmer asked. What more does he want?!

"I said get up," Dusk Shine repeated. "There's only one way that this can Sunset Shimmer," He held up a finger. "One of us could no longer fight or when the Aether leaves our bodies,"

"Dusk Shine," Sunset Shimmer pleaded as she struggled to stand. Man, that shit hurts.

"We're the top students; we both must win for our schools. I'm not giving up so easily. Not even for you," Dusk Shine whispered. Thunder boomed from the sky as clouds began to form.

"Rain?" Applejack smelled the air. They weren't supposed to have rain for another week.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Dusk Shine denounced these actions with a booming voice. "YOU AS WELL, FAUST!" He bellowed at the sky. Why now of all times?! "FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE, YOU'VE GIVEN ME SOME TYPE OF HELL! MY BITCH OF AN AUNT! BETRAYED BY THOSE I USED TO CALL FRIENDS! ISOLATED BY SOMETHING I CAN'T CONTROL! TURNED INTO A SCAPEGOAT FOR A BUNCH OF PARASITIC FUCK-MOTHERING GILDED CUNTS WHO'RE TOO FUCKING WEAK TO DO ANYTHING THEMSELVES!" Dusk Shine ranted, listing off the tragedies in his life.

He motioned to his schoolmates as CHS glared at them in disgust. They shamefully avoided their stinging looks. Is this how they treated their top student? At least with Sunset Shimmer, she was a bully but with Dusk Shine. He was innocent. Their ire against him was nothing more than childish, petty, and pathetic.

"I don't care anymore," Dusk Shine muttered as if he wanted to cry. Thunder and lightning crackled in response. He gritted his teeth and glared with unrestricted venom and indignation. "I DON'T CARE IF I DIE AND YOU SENT ME STRAIGHT TARTARUS AFTER THIS!" His body exploded with flaming Aether, regaining his obsidian raven wings in a fiery matter. The ground crackled and burned under his feet. Many took cover at this unworldly power. How much does he have?! "IF YOU HAVE ANY BARE BASIC HUMAN LOVE AND DECENCY!" He requested, taking a few exhales to calm himself. "Please . . ." Dusk Shine beseeched, his lip quivered as he whispered.

"DON'T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!" He thundered, breaking several windows as the clouds disappeared.

They continued their duel with interference from Cadance, Spike, Shadow 5, and various CHS members. Sunset Shimmer needed help against Dusk Shine. Victory slipped from their grasp numerous times. Whether it was the Aether or his innate determination and rage-fueled malice against his schoolmates that kept him going.

He stood above a defeated Sunset, now in her base human form. His face softened, brushing her messy hair out of the way before walking to the stage.

"Dusk Shine, please," Sunset Shimmer begged as she crawled outreaching her hand to Dusk Shine, looking at him with those brilliant cyan eyes.

"I am sorry, Sunset Shimmer. I can't do that, not even for you," Dusk Shine rejected her request as he dragged his body. Just a few more meters. It'll all be over. That's what he thought. But, of course, hardly anything goes according to plan. Cadance and her contingent and CHS attempted a desperate move by dogpiling him. Dusk Shine used what little Aether he had remaining to create a shockwave, blasting them off him.

"Dusk Shine, please, we don't want to hurt you," Sugarcoat requested as they stood up.

"You're two years too late," Dusk Shine sneered. For two fucking years, they treated him like a living answer key, only acknowledging him when they wanted answers or an A for their assignment. Now?! Now they don't want to hurt him! Funny how a near-death experience and a victim fighting back can jolt the brain into realizing one's falls.

"Then let us help you. We promise everything will be better after this," Sour Sweet started as others nodded. She took the lead, cautiously moving towards him. Sour Sweet hurt him the most out of the student body. It's up to her to make amends.

"Help me?" Dusk Shine repeated; his voice was low and seethed with disgust. One of his eyes roared as his features darkened menacingly. They backtracked, and terror spread out their bodies in a cold sweat. This wasn't good.

"HELP ME?!" He barked, his hand ablaze, and stabbed himself in the shoulder. They gasped. The same shoulder where Moon Dancer shot him and Sour Sweet repaired. "I . . . WOULD RATHER DIE . . . THAN ACCEPT THE HELP!" His rage skyrocketed as he stomped towards Sour Sweet. After what they did to him?! "FROM! THE! LIKES OF YOU!" Angry tears leaked from his amethyst eyes as he raised his fist, overcharged with Aether, and slammed it into the earth.

Everything became blurry in a blinding purple flash.

Fun Fact/Trivia: According to Equestrian Legends, Faust had triplets that stood above others. First was Gaia or Terra the eldest of the 3, caring for the animals and nature itself. This is where the Earth Ponies originated from.

Next was Atmos or Stratos. They desired freedom and to travel as far as the sky allowed and soar like the birds and other creatures capable of flight above. Some said they sprouted wings and moved the clouds themselves after taming a winged horse. This is where the Pegasi or Skyborne came from.

Finally was Comos Lux. They were the youngest but were the most privileged out of their siblings using their intelligence and drive for the finer things. However, they envied Gaia who had the land and sea while Atmos had the sky itself. Nothing was left until they looked up. The wonderful unending beauty of the cosmos and greater universe. The stars blessed them to be natural wielders of Aether. Lux vowed to be the one that stands above them. This is where the Star-born, Unicorn or Luxurians come from.

YESSSSSSSS! We're finally getting into the real good stuff. Keep on the edges of your seats because things are heating up now.

Thanks for reading the chapter. Have a good day

Preview: Dusk Shine vs Crystal Prep

Author's Note

Hello again everyone. I'm back with another chapter but this time it's a preview. However, this preview was made years ago and you can probably tell by the writing style. I thought I was going to reach this part much sooner. Therefore certain ideas, concepts, and other reworks haven't been implemented yet. It feels . . . edgy and majorly overdramatic at least to me. So I'm prepared for the critiques. Then again the purpose of this was supposed to be a catalyst.

What do you guys think of it? I do plan to overhaul to this scene whenever we get to that point of the story. Any feedback will be greatly appreciated

Before you guys get on my case, this month has been rough with my college responsibilities, my mental state and wanted to get things done quickly. Plus the 2nd part of the Friendships with the field events is more difficult than I thought.

The main issue is when the magic is released causing the plants to go crazy and how Dusk Shine and others react to it. I have trouble figuring out when Dusk Shine does get a real taste of magic after he gets devoured by the main monster plant. If it's at the start, it'll inspire Cinch to force Dusk Shine to use the magic again but if it's at the end, it'll show off Dusk Shine's skills.

Then again, if it's at the end and I show off Dusk Shine's, it'll make him look overwhelmingly OP. Now that I'm writing it to you guys, having him get devoured at the beginning makes more sense.

Preview: Dusk Shine vs Crystal Prep

Dusk Shine searched through his locker as the final bell rang. Starlight waited for him along with the rest of his group. “Ready, Dusk Shine?” Cadance asked with a soothing smile at the girls. He has friends now. Her romantic senses tingled at the possibility of him experiencing love. These girls are respectable choices. All she has to do is wait.

“Yeah,” He replied, shutting his locker before joining the group. The dean continued to beam at Dusk Shine, conversing with his classmates and displaying more emotion. She didn’t want to admit it, but Cinch forcing him to use Aether was probably the best thing to happen to Dusk Shine. Furthermore, Starlight Glimmer’s acceptance to Crystal Prep inspired hope for him by becoming his first friend at this school. However, she got in via Cinch’s recommendation right after the Friendship Games. There’s more to this Starlight Glimmer.

Cadance peeked at Sunny Flare. The sourly smug glint in her eyes diminished since Cinch was removed as she chatted with Sugarcoat and Sour Sweet. Everything simmered down with the unyielding yoke of competitive elitism deteriorated, enabling the students to breathe. Actually, being kids and having fun. No honeyed words, crossing fingers behind their backs with fake smiles deceiving their friends to lower trust for a slight advantage. Things looked brighter for Crystal Prep. Dusk Shine halted his conversation with Starlight, stopping in the middle of the hall.

“What do you want, Royal Pin?” Sunny Flare demanded the arrogant student. He wasn’t alone. A crowd of at least fifty students from various classes, including their own, such as Neon Lights, Jet Set, Upper Crust, Trenderhoof, and Suri Polomare, stood behind him.

“Nothing that concerns you,” Royal Pin shot her a foul glare as she delivered one of her own. “My business is with him,” He demanded, pointing at the top student. Dusk Shine arched his brow, sighing at his schoolmate. What the Tartarus does he want? His team stepped forward, creating a barrier between him and the approaching Royal Pin.

Dusk Shine raised his hand, stopping them. “I can handle this,” He assured them. They nodded and continued to remain close. “How can I help you, people?” Dusk Shine mocked with a smile. “You need some tutoring? Again?”

Royal Pin’s jaw twitched with indignation from that comment before composing himself. Some raised their hands as others pushed them down. More choose to stare poisoned daggers at him. Dusk Shine grew indifferent to the insignificant glares. These were the identical glares he received for the last two years. He didn’t care then and doesn’t care now.

“I challenge you,” Royal Pin announced with his entire chest. Dusk Shine’s group gawked, utterly dumbfounded at his declaration. He vs Dusk Shine? Is Royal Pin fucking mental, brainless, or both? Both. It has to be both.

“You can’t be serious?” Sugarcoat advised, pushing up her glasses. There’s no logic behind this challenge. Unless someone is putting him up to it. She shared a look with Sunny Flare and Cadance having the same chilling thought. Cinch.

Who else has the means to gather such a force? If it’s not her, then it’s someone in her pockets. Royal Pin’s brilliant orange eyes burned with resolution as he removed his cutie mark and displayed it to Dusk Shine.

Their eyes rounded at this affirmation. He’s offering his emblem?! Royal Pin’s wagering is the core of his identity in his challenge. They awaited the Dusk Shine's response. He can’t refuse the challenge. The scarcity of this action demands that he must engage.

“Oh, you’re serious,” Dusk Shine muttered in a robotic tone as more followed Royal Pin’s action. He exhaled, placing his hands in his pockets. “Since you insisted on this and you have a lot of people with you,” The number one student acknowledged the group. Cadance surveyed his expression, wondering about the thought process. “I believe a Prismatic Gauntlet would be ideal, right Principal Cadance,” He suggested as the light obstructed his amethyst eyes behind his glasses.

They gasped and murmured at the consideration. A Prismatic Gauntlet?! No one has done one in decades. Why? Challenges were personal issues similar to duels of honor, often between the aristocrats. One on one. It was a rare occurrence for teams of students to harbor grudges against each other. The most were thirty students around sixty-four years ago.

“...That’s correct,” The former babysitter confirmed the possibility. She caught a cruel curve of his lips from the corner of her maternal eyes.

Royal Pin sneered with a curt chuckle and lazy shrug. “Fine by me,” He opened his arrogant orange eyes, prolonging his growing amusement. “Create your little team or whatever,” The blue male mocked with a flutter of his hand as they narrowed their eyes at him.

Everything is going to plan. Dusk Shine will be a team consisting of himself and Starlight Glimmer. Typical, another weirdo like him. Also, Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat. Maybe Moondancer if he’s desperate. Now that Cinch is gone. Nothing is saving them from the true elites of Crystal Prep.

“No,” Dusk Shine declared with a low booming voice while a shadowy veil shrouded his face. That simple word shattered Royal Pin’s confidence.“That won’t be necessary,” His face was dull and lifeless behind his shining glasses. “I’m the top student. I can handle it myself,” A reignited conflagration of buried tenacity was summoned behind his eyes.

“WHAT?!” The horde roared at his unexpected decree. Their frantic whispers spread terror amidst the ranks like an old-school chain text. It alarmed some of the students in their after-school clubs and classes in the hall.

“Holy shit, he’s actually doing this himself?!”

“Crap, this is going to be like Cloudsdale,”

“Dude, no, it won’t,” A male student countered. Their confidence waived as waves of uncertainty crashed over them. Dusk Shine stared them down with a blank grin. They aren’t his allies.

For years, the top student tolerated his classmates. Social isolation, the taunts, jeers, nasty glares.

EVERYTHING!

He held his tongue for oh so long to establish cooperation. Not anymore. His festering wrath beamed, recalling law fifteen. Crush your enemies totally. Now, they were his enemies. He doesn’t have to hold back as much.

“Dusk Shine, you can’t do this alone,” Cadence fretted. 50 students?! Some of them were Crystal Prep’s best and brightest.

“Allow us to help,” Sugarcoat added.

“No, they challenged me,” Dusk Shine shook his head. “So it’s my responsibility,” He avowed to his group. “Will two weeks suffice?” Dusk Shine proposed.

“Fine,” Royal Pin leered before leaving with a huff. No matter. This gives them more time to put that freak in his place. The challengers dispersed, murmuring their worries while others encouraged attempting to rejuvenate them.

“Dusk Shine…” Principal Cadance muttered with her pink hands clasped together as if she were pleading. He turned to her, arching his brow. “I’m saying this not as your principal but as your loving sister-in-law, and I mostly trust your decisions,” She acknowledged before a sharp inhale through her nose. “ARE YOU INSANE?!” Cadance yelled with rounded eyes.

It’s supposed to be a normal day. He’s supposed to be relaxing. Not preparing for another competition. Her alarming tone gained the attention of Discord, who peeked his head from his classroom, wondering what’s the commotion. It’s uncharacteristic for the serene Cadance to yell like that.

“No, I’m a Capricorn,” Dusk answered truthfully to his concerned principal. Starlight giggled from the joke, hiding a grin behind her palm. She recorded that information. Mhm, he’s a Capricorn. Her eyes perked up with a sly smile. He’s younger than her. She wondered if he liked older women. The second-in-command contemplated when Dusk Shine’s birthday was. Perhaps a double treat for Hearth Warming and New Year's. A kiss under the mistletoe on both of her tender lips. Starlight suppressed a tingle of anticipation.

Cadance lay a worried hand on his shoulder. “Dusk Shine, you’re still recovering,” She remarked, glancing at the wrappings. “You need to take it easy,” They nodded to agree.

“Wait, you mostly trust his decisions?”Starlight Glimmer repeated with an edge of scrutiny. “Are you saying he can’t do it?” She raised her brow with crossed arms at this lacking assurance.

“No, it’s just-” Cadance countered.

“Just what?” Starlight interrupted. “He’s proved himself multiple times, and you still doubt his abilities,” She affirmed, recalling his prior feats. “I expected this from others but not from someone who knows him best,” Her eyes lowered in disappointment.

“He just had a check-up,” Sour Sweet defended the principal. Dusk Shine went through enough shit already to be dealing with Royal Pin’s vendetta. This Starlight Glimmer is pissing her off.

“Dusk, he’s using this as a chance to strike back, damn well knowing that this is his only chance of ‘beating’ you,” Sunny Flare explained, finger-quoting whatever Pin's mindset was.

“I’m aware,” Dusk Shine answered as Spike approached through the hole in the zipper. Their eyes widened at his casualness. Wait, he knows? Then why is Dusk Shine acknowledging the challenge?

“And you’re still accepting it?” The purple canine asked. They’re still getting used to a talking dog.

“Of course, he won’t stop unless I do something about it,” Dusk Shine replied, scratching one of Spike’s ears. “Besides, this could be fun,” He smiled as they exited the building. That smile didn’t ease Cadance’s worries, fearing that it would create something in Dusk Shine that he couldn’t destroy.

Discord stoically dialed a few numbers for the upcoming match. He won’t allow Dusk Shine to follow the Stygian path.

Two weeks soared at Crystal Prep. Dusk Shine’s adversaries flooded their brains with information in preparation as if it were finals week. He observed their cute little study groups in the library. Mountains of textbooks with rainbows of stationary materials littered their tables as they wrote equations on one of the wheeled whiteboards. Their exhausted glares followed him to one of the smaller round tables as the top student took out a book for some light reading.

It’s not even a textbook.

Dusk Shine watched their exaggerated groans, slamming their heads on the table at their wit's end with their fingers gripping the hair roots. Their opponent isn’t taking the challenge seriously. He shrugged. That’s none of his business.

The mulberry student adjusted his glasses, scanning the board. But that is. Dusk Shine strolled over and erased the board, grabbing a blue marker to correct the formulas and problems. Several of their jaws dropped at Dusk Shine helping them. Their fatigued brains scantily comprehend this situation. What’s happening?! He’s competing against soon yet is improving their chances. Was it a two hundred I.Q big brain reverse gambit or something? It has to be! They need to leave.

Some began packing their supplies when Dusk Shine’s studious and calming voice stopped them as he clarified a complex physics problem they’d struggled with to Alizarin Bubblegum and Celery Stalk. The duo grinned in relief, finally able to solve the question. The brain fog reverted their minds to old habits of listening to Dusk Shine explain a concept as if nothing had changed. They didn’t care. He’s teaching them for free, giving them a well-needed morale boost. Dusk Shine’s amused eyes flared a raging cyan as they worked before reverting to its natural purple hue. This should be fun.

Today’s the day.

Crystal Prep’s auditorium buzzed with indistinct chatter from the students, parents, and faculty enjoying their refreshments in comfy ebony seats. Even alumni members were present; some had never witnessed a Gauntlet before. The older ones remembered their time at Crystal Prep and pondered this Dusk Shine. They must witness the momentous event. One versus Fifty? Either Dusk Shine is incredible, insane, or incredibly insane for such a force to unite against him.

Cadance tapped on the tip of the microphone, waiting for the crowd to settle down. “Good afternoon, everyone. I welcome you to today’s competition. The Prismatic Gauntlet,” She announced to the cheering crowd. Her raised hand pacified them as a buzz of electricity remained in the air. They want to see it like the anticipated movie of the year or a live Sapphire Shores concert. “Welcome our challengers,” Cadance gestured to the sturdy teal double doors.

It opened, revealing Royal Pin in front of his platoon as triumphant music played. Their friends and family cheered and took photos as they scrolled to the stage. His team beamed and waved to their supportive fans. Suri even got some banners for them.

They have the reputation, the supporters, the skills, and the popularity. What does Dust Mite have? Nothing! He has a niche following at best, with some from his family. Royal Pin’s band bowed as most of the crowd cheered and applauded, standing from their seats. As they should. The principal waited for them to climb on stage.

Discord took the microphone in a proper suit. “Now our reigning champion, your top student. Dusk Shine,” The doors opened ominously upon hearing the name. Dusk Shine, followed by Starlight and Sugarcoat. Pin’s platoon sweated and grimaced at the Crystal Prep’s big three.

An encompassing frost choked their lungs while no music played during their serene stride. Their faces were the chiseled stone of an imposing bastion withstanding legions. Sharpened and tempered blue, violet, and orchid blades to slash the necks of those who dare oppose them to release their scarlet rivers to the fertile soil as atonement for their insolence. The trio’s steps echoed with a defined purpose with a simple task: To win. They didn’t need the wanton fanfare of a fickle-roaring crowd whose praise depends on fame and personal bias. Only Dusk Shine’s family and associates clapped with enthusiasm.

The rest gave the same half-hearted polite clapping from when he won the first round for them. Some of the bystanders distanced themselves from his malignant aura. Starlight grinned at their submissiveness. Sugarcoat pushed her glasses, suspicious of the new girl's action. It didn’t matter to Dusk Shine as he blocked himself from his surroundings. He didn’t hear the applause. He didn’t acknowledge the frightened stares—three words replayed in his mind as they reached the end of the walkway.

“Dominate, Obliterate, Victory,” Dusk Shine chanted in his mind. Only those things mattered and nothing else. The two girls sat in their front row assigned chairs.

Dusk Shine faced fifty driven and capable opponents. Some he acknowledged as they were in the top twenty students. Shame they didn’t invite Sunny Flare. He could’ve put in a smidge of effort. Whatever. Another breeze, even with his help.

Several opponents gulped at his unreadable expression as if he were studying a specimen in his laboratory. Similar to before, he defeated Cloudsdale. Damn, he’s going to eradicate them. They shook off those doubtful feelings. No! They’re elite students of Crystal Prep High. Even if they don’t defeat him. At least several of them can erode his focus to improve the other’s chances of victory. Another surge of reassurance allowed them to press on with the challenge.

They can do this.

“These are our contestants,” Cadance declared to the excited crowd. “Any words for each other?” She offered the microphone. Dusk Shine googled the device and then returned to the principal with a blank look.

He has nothing to say.

Royal Pin took his chance and snatched the device from her, striding to Dusk Shine with a pompous sneer. “I hope you keep that look when you’re bowing before your betters after we defeat you at the end of this,” He boasted like it was a wrestling match, rudely poking him in the chest.

“The only ones that’ll be bowing are you and your little team,” Dusk Shine vowed with certainty, getting the crowd hyped up. They snickered at Royal Pin’s tightened jaw as his team collectively shuddered. Is it too late to forfeit? Yes. He cracked his neck, loosening his joints. The crowd winced at the sounds bouncing off of the walls. “I’ll show you why I’m the top student, and you are not,” Dusk Shine remarked.

“You listen, he-” Royal Pin snarled.

“That’s your problem, Royal Pin,” Dusk Shine interrupted, his fierce glare silencing him. “You’re all talk with no weight or conviction behind anything you say,” He continued, advancing forward. His opponent backtracked to the safety of his group like a typical herd animal. Too weak to do anything on his own. “I act,” Dusk Shine’s hand rested on his chest. “You claim to be superior, yet you resorted to stealing my notes in the past and came to me for assistance. The one you’re challenging,” Members of Pin’s group covered their faces to avoid the skeptical eyes of their parents. Stealing notes? He showed them his back. “We wasted enough time,” The top student returned to his position, securing the bandages on his hands.

His doctor said it’ll be removed after the competition. He ignored the mixed set of foul glares and anxious grimaces from Pin’s little army as they went to their seats.

Discord handed Cadance a set of cards. Both shared a worried glance for Dusk Shine. They’ll deal with that later.

“Will Amaranth Gray come to the stage?” She requested, hiding the concern in her soothing voice. A male student with a heather curtain hairstyle. His friends motivated him as he entered the stage with a wide smirk. Dusk Shine observed his first victim. A pair of drama students slid two boards as Cadance waited. “The topic is geometry,” The pink crystal princess announced, giving them the question and enabling the boys to begin.

“You think Gray got this?” Neon Light whispered to Royal Pin as the timer blinked.

“Nope,” The blue-skinned male smirked with crossed arms. “He’s supposed to slow him down, giving us a chance to review while Shine’s brain is overloaded,” He explained to his companion before relaxing the chair with a steady exhale. “Dusk Shine can’t beat all of us-”

“Winner: Dusk Shine,” Discord announced as the timer blared, alarming them. ALREADY?! The crowd murmured at how swift the first round was.

“No way,” Several of them muttered at the sight of Gray cowering on the stage. Dusk Shine towered above him with his purple palm open like a loan shark wanting payment from his client. Gray sniffed as his eyes glossed over, timidly handing over his cutie mark.

Dusk Shine analyzed the pin. A flower bearing his name. So much for immortality. Amaranth Gray’s lips quivered, slumping his head as he walked off the stage.

Dusk Shine's unfeeling eyes gazed at his foes, crumbling their courage as the seconds passed. That’s one down. Forty-nine to go.

Alizarin Bubblegum, Cold Forecast, Peter Bread, and Celery Stick were respectively called.

“Winner: Dusk Shine,” Discord broadcasted, gesturing to Dusk Shine, masking his troubled thoughts for his student with his signature grin. Whatever that Aether did to Dusk Shine. It wasn’t good.

“He’s undefeatable,” Dusk Shine inspected the accessories provided to him: A deep red bubblegum hairpiece with a chemical compound, a frosty thermometer bracelet attachment, a metallic celery stick, and a bread loaf. He placed them in a sturdy black box on a nearby table.

The remaining members trembled as the noose tightened around their necks, awaiting their turn at the gallows.

Dusk Shine decimated their forces within seven minutes. They flinched at his gaze. Fear paralyzed their bodies like a rodent injected with a neurotoxin, clutching their cutie marks, unable to escape its demise. The weak are meat, and the strong must eat.

And Dusk Shine is starving.

“Let’s have a quick break, everyone,” Cadance addressed. Dusk Shine shrugged at the speed of the competition. He strolled past the first five challengers as they were scolded by their parents or comforted by their friends. Sympathy eluded his cold heart as he exited. It doesn’t matter to him. There’s more to be added to his collection.

“Excuse me, Dusk Shine,” One of the parents called to him at the drink table. The man wasn’t alone as a squad of other parents was with him. The speaker was a businessman, as evidenced by the pristine suit and polished shoes. “Can we have a moment of your time, please?” He requested with a charming smile. Dusk Shine saw through the fake smile with a casual nod, allowing him to continue. “We have an offer or, well, a suggestion that a man of your skill and intelligence can’t refuse,” He started in a silvery tone.

“Quit the flattery and save it for someone naive enough to fall for it,” Dusk Shine seethed with coarse venom coating his tongue. The businessman frowned, not expecting hostility. Maybe he can still work around this. “Let me guess,” The top mocked, gesturing with his cup of cold water. “You’re going to offer me a check to take a dive or something,” He predicted, awaiting an answer from the group. Their silence answered for them. Dusk Shine shook his head with expected disappointment. That’s it? Slide him a check and go home? “My pride and reputation won’t allow that. I’m sure that you can understand that. Besides, nothing is stopping me from telling your kids that,” He exposed the adults, savoring their terror. “I can’t imagine how devastated they would feel if they found out that all of their victories occurred because you offered money to their foes. Tsk, Tsk, Tsk,” Dusk Shine mocked, shaking his head. “Do you have little faith in your children?” He questioned the parents. It’s moments like this that increase his appreciation for his parents.

“We have the money here,” A woman approached, displaying a stack of money between her silky orange fingers. She smirked as he took it.

“That buys you ten seconds,” Dusk Shine calculated as he pocketed the money. Her jaw dropped at the answer before snarling. Ten measly seconds?! “Besides, I lived in Luminance Arch. I have more than enough money,” He strolled past them before one of them got an idea.

“Wait if money can’t persuade you. Maybe there’s something else we can do,” A stunning older woman with creamy alabaster cooed, stopping him. “You know my daughter Fleur de Lis?” She asked, causing him to turn to her.

“Yes,” Dusk Shine replied, already knowing where this ridiculous conversation was going. He knew where Fleur got her looks from. A form-fitting lilac dress shirt with a single button released, teasing on-lookers with a slight view of her bountiful cleavage combined with snug black dress pants. “Miss?” He pushed up his glasses, asking for her name.

“Lustre Iris,” The older woman introduced herself to him. A crystalline purplish-blue flower was her cutie mark. “I can get her or some of her friends to be nicer to you,” Lustre Iris gave a flirtatious smile that charmed many men. Dusk Shine is a healthy male in the prime of his youth. It should be no different.

“Can I ask you a question?” Dusk Shine replied as she nodded. “Are you one of those friends?” He asked, marching up to the older woman.

“Oh, um, wait, that’s not what I-” Lustre Iris stammered from his response, taking a step back. She didn’t know his taste was more … mature than expected.

“So you’re forcing your daughter to do something that you won’t even do yourself,” Dusk Shine accused, holding the building inferno raging in his body. “Typical,” He parted away from the woman. “All this beauty can’t hide such a hideous soul,” Dusk Shine accused the woman. “Besides, your daughter isn’t my type and is among the top people who hate me here,” He revealed when the doors creaked open, revealing his father.

“Hey, Dusk Shine, we're about to start again,” Night Light told his son. The businessman’s eyes widened, beaming at this opportunity.

“Night Light, you remember me? Thunder Wing?” The man revealed his identity. “Your friend from high school”

“Oh yeah, I remember you,” Night Light replied, narrowing his eyes at his old schoolmate. That lightening shaped wing unearthed unsavory memories,

“Awesome, I was trying to tell your son to go easy on the kids,” Thunder Wing schemed, snaking his arm around Dusk Shine’s shoulder in a friendly manner. Dusk Shine cringed at the touch. What the heck is wrong with you? “So he doesn’t wear himself out,” Thunder Wing persuaded with honeyed ones, but Night Light knew better than to believe a single word from his slimy maw. “I’ll slide him and you a little something if you do. A little thanks for all the good things we had,”

“Dusk Shine,” Night Light dully spoke.

“Yeah, Dad,” Dusk Shine replied, raising his brow as Thunder Wing smiled. Another easy deal.

“Fuck their shit up,” Night Light requested, coldly viewing his former classmate.

“Really?” Dusk Shine asked as his eyes lit up. Thunder Wing’s aghast eyes widened at the statement. Wait what?!

“Yes,” Night Light confirmed.

“Welp, if dad says yes, then I gotta do it,” Dusk Shine shrugged, removing Thunder Wing’s scummy arm from his shoulder. His father stepped aside, enabling Dusk Shine to resume the match.

“Come on, Night Light,” Thunder Wing pleaded.

“Don’t speak to me or my family again. You’re dead to me,” Night Light fumed with a death glare, turning his back. Several began to whisper about what caused Night Light to react this way. Dusk Shine inherited Night Light’s phlegmatic nature, making both difficult to anger. To witness Night Light holding animosity towards another, Thunder Wing must have done something personal.

“Why?” Thunder Wing demanded. This wasn’t the Night Light he knew back in high school.

“You know why,” Night Light glared before walking back inside. The group’s questioning glares crawled on Thunder Wing’s back like a swarm of fire ants attempting to save a flood. He couldn’t say anything. His mind rushed, trying to craft something, anything to salvage the situation. He can’t. They went back inside.

“Welcome back, everyone. Will-” Discord spoke when Dusk Shine tapped his arm. “Yeah, Dusk Shine?” He covered the mouthpiece with his hand.

“I have a request,” The mulberry male declared. Discord shrugged, passing his student the microphone. His foes grumbled with beads of sweat on the sides of their heads when their eyes locked. “Just come at me in teams already,” Dusk Shine bragged to his competitors, beckoning them with a finger. The crowd gasped, erupting in buzzing whispers at his request. Is he serious?

“Excuse me?!” Cadance exclaimed, her thunderstruck eyes meeting her husband and fellow staff members.

Dusk Shine unbuttoned his blazer, tossing it to Starlight swiftly. “I can take you all on!” He boasted from the top of his lungs, piercing the heavens before giving his opponents a dismissive smirk. “Unless you guys are too scared and weak to do anything,”

Their wrath sprung to life as they rose from their seats, scowling at him.“DON’T YOU UNDERESTIMATE US, YOU BASTARD!” They roared, charging towards the stage as he smiled, welcoming their challenge. Night Light held his wife’s hand as she squeezed in comfort. What has he unleashed?

The crowd’s thrilled cheers and wide, jubilant grins shifted into aghast murmurs, covering their mouths at their colleagues ruthlessly incinerated into the rampaging flame.

Dusk Shine deconstructed and toyed with his foes. Weeks of dedicated work invalidated. Some of the older alumni gazed upon Dusk Shine with tense respect. He earned the title of top student. His grandmother whispered to her husband, clasping her hands, desperately praying to Faust. Please don’t allow her grandson to walk the Stygian Path. She has seen what horrors it entailed and will be damned if it happens to him.

“Winner: Dusk Shine,” Discord reported in a dull tone. There’s no amusement in his voice as Dusk Shine acclaimed another mark from his opponent like a gamer attempting to 100% a game. He scanned the littered battlefield. Dusk Shine lured them into an obvious trap and fell for it as he snatched their cutie marks from them, adding more to the pile like a coveting dragon.

“How is this possible?” Royal Pin remained in his seat, gripping the roots of his hair. His arrogant face, now devoid of pigment with the cold sweat of a shell-shocked veteran witnessing his unit massacred instantly. He glanced at his limp and sobbing teammates from the corner of his eye. Bystanders attempted to console their shattered friends.

“How is he even using his brain and senses to develop this stuff?” His team’s scorching glares burned a hole in his skull through their glossy eyes. This was HIS fault. They lost their cutie marks and part of their souls and were embarrassed in front of their peers. For what?! To settle some petty grudge? “Is it because he’s a genius or some shit?” Royal Pin ignored it, feebly attempting to comprehend this embarrassing defeat. “Yes, that has to be it,” He rationalized as Dusk Shine took more, dwindling their numbers to bite-sized chunks. “Geniuses like him always have it easy,” He convinced himself of his explanation.

“Hey, Royal Pin,” Dusk Shine pointed to one of his opponents, staggering the petrified azure socialite. “You. Face me in the next round,” He approached menacingly with a blank look. “The best for last…” The top student declared. 49 out of 50. He could end this here but didn’t become the number one student doing everything half-assed. It won’t be fair to the other competitors after they follow Royal’s plan.

“Well, um, I think I’d rather-” Royal Pin pleaded, defensively raising his arms as he leaned back into his chair. Most cornered animals will fight to the bitter end to survive. Unfortunately, Royal Pin isn’t one of those creatures. He flees. Sacrificing others to solve problems he caused.

“How the Tartarus that’s supposed to work?” Dusk Shine growled, grabbing his ascot and hoisting his enemy in the air with a single hand. They gasped at his sudden aggression and strength. Royal Pin’s heart quaked as bullets fired from the sides of his terrified features. “This was your idea in the first place, and now you want to show your colors and be the weakling you always were,” Dusk Shine snarled, exposing his former teammate. “Do you know how difficult it is to be an elite and a pioneer, breaking new horizons?!” He seethed, evaporating Royal’s spirit with his scorching breath and gnashed teeth. “Of course, you didn’t. You think this shit is a fucking play-to-win game, huh? HUH?!” Dusk demanded an answer from the pitiful sweating Royal Pin with a hellish booming voice. “WELL ANSWER ME!” It echoed throughout the auditorium. Everyone waited for a response with an array of goosebumps and avoidant expressions. “You think you’re all in, but you’re not-”

“Dusk Shine…”Cadance whispered.

“Quit your damn bitching and half-assed efforts about being serious,” Dusk Shine reprimanded him like a parent scolding a child squandering their potential. “Well…ARE YOU?!” He yelled with the authority of a king. “Hey…if you don’t intend to compete. Do us all a favor and quit already,” Dusk Shine hissed, barely a whisper. He released his final obstacle, disgusted at the lack of conviction. Everyone fought except him, the mastermind behind this assault. Like he expected anything different. Forcing others to do the dirty work that he couldn’t do himself. Dusk Shine stood on the stage, tossing Royal’s cutie mark into the pile. He checked his to-do list: Eliminate the competition.

Dusk Shine inspected Royal Pin’s disheveled appearance and dumbfounded expression. No. It’s not enough. He needs more, so far more.

“This year’s Prismatic ultimatum is an overwhelming victory for the top student, Dusk Shine,” The adults declared with a spotlight landing on their champion. At the same time, the crowd murmured in anxious astonishment.

“Holy shit, how’s that possible?” Fleur de Lis questioned as some shrugged. He effortlessly wiped out fifty of their schoolmates. Dusk didn’t break a sweat as if he was bored from the event.

“Fuck that’s kinda-” Indigo Zap mentioned, unable to finish the sentence, digging her fingers into the armrest.

“Yeah, scary,” Lemon Zest predicted, voicing anyone’s thoughts. Her headphones rested in her lap.

“He’s different now,” Moondancer said. Her lips twitched upwards

“Dusk Shine…” Sunny Flare, Sour Sweet, and Sugarcoat muttered.

“How wonderful,” Starlight purred with a manic grin, holding his blazer close. Her comment gathered the Shadow 5’s attention. How wonderful?

“Congratulations, Dusk Shine-” Cadance spoke, paused when a purple hand stopped her.

“We’re not done here,” Dusk Shine declared, wearing a mask of shadows. Those four words horrified his defeated foes, turning their faces into pale white sheets with open mouths. Fear clouded the room like a dense fog. They quivered toward their teammates, their thundering hearts and bodies stiff with dread. There’s more?! What more can he take from us? “We still have some time, so how about a little wager?” He offered to his foes, not trusting the smirk. Maybe, just maybe, he’s showing some mercy? “I’ll hand over all of your cutie marks back unless,” Dusk Shine disclosed as a pregnant pause hung in the air, waiting for his bargain. “Two people, one from the loser’s bin and another from my schoolmates,” He pointed to the shocked groups. “You choose who’ll face me, but you have five minutes if you don’t pick. I win and put your cutie marks in the bin. I’m heading to the bathroom,” Dusk Shine revealed, putting a timer on his phone as he ambled to the restroom while they squabbled.

Cadance tightened her fist. She can’t stand back and allow this to happen. Discord shot her a glance, gesturing to the door. Hurry up. The principal found him exiting the restroom.

“Dusk Shine, please listen to me,” Cadance pleaded with her brother-in-law. “This is too much,” She grabbed his hands, attempting to see reason and grant mercy.

“Too much?” Dusk Shine whispered, rumbling with rage. “Are you fucking shitting me, Cadance?!” He barked from the audacity of her claim. “They made my life hell, treating me like an outcast and convenient tool, forced me to use Aether, and left me to die,” Dusk Shine listed their transgressions with a scorching blazing in his dilated pupils. “And you want me to show mercy to those who showed me none?” He mocked her suggestion, narrowing his eyes at someone he held dear.

“Dusk Shine, this isn’t-” Cadance attempted to speak right when he smacked her hands away.

“Save your sugary speeches for someone else; you reject Disney princess wannabe!” Dusk Shine exclaimed, his eyes glowed a familiarly haunting cyan. Her lips quivered at the brutal statement. “I’m having fun for the first time in years at this damn prison. So … don’t… ruin this for me!” He seethed with gritted teeth, rudely pushing her aside and closing the door behind him.

Cadance gripped her tightened chest as her heart shattered into dust. She wiped her forming tears at the sweet boy she loved and babysat, mutating into something monstrous. Can she still do something about it? By Faust, she won’t let him fall.

“Babe, you better see this,” Shining Armor called to his wife in a monotone voice. She gulped, following her husband in. The couple discovered Dusk Shine standing menacingly on the stage, anticipating his opponent's next move. What will they do? It’s a simple answer. Absolutely nothing. They were guilty convicts awaiting the harsh verdict, nudging each other to step up. Not an ounce of a kitten’s courage remained. Starlight Glimmer stood as his vanguard, holding Sugarcoat’s wrist as her ominous glare held the others back. You will not disturb him.

(Listen to Evil Morty’s theme, preferably an epic remix. Just me, it makes the rest of the scene hit different.)

A blood-curdling choir thundered in their ears with suffocating lumps in their throats as time dwindled. Dusk Shine smiled, emitting an inky void. His ruthlessly cyan eyes remained through the abyss before a lavender inferno blazed, awaiting its next meal. Memories leaked from their faces like sweat while the flames flicked at their heels. They examined their rushing memories with better clarity.

Their poor treatment of Dusk Shine and his transformation at the Friendship Games. He could’ve exterminated them like a swarm of insects if it wasn’t for the being saving them. However, they could only blame themselves. Why? They would’ve done the same thing.

BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEPPPPPP! BBBBBBBEEEEEEEPPPPPPPP!

The bell tolled for their utter defeat. Some sank in their seats, covering their faces to shield themselves from the humiliation. More settled to slash at Royal Pin for this folly. Dusk Shine blankly observed several parents exiting the room.

All of his pity burned away during the Friendship Games. Now, where’s his crown?

Principal Cadance paced with a member of the student council carrying a simply ornate silver crown upon a lilac pillow. Cadance somberly removed the crown and approached Dusk Shine as if it bore an immense burden in her palms.

He gestured for Starlight and Sugarcoat to join on stage. His fellow purple companion didn’t need to be told twice. Sugarcoat followed suit, rubbing her slightly reddened wrist with a grimace. Was Starlight attempting to shatter her wrist? Dusk Shine bowed his head as Cadance placed his trophy on his head. Starlight Glimmer beamed at his appearance. A reigning monarch as he always should be. Will she be his queen?

“Ladies and gentlemen, your top student,” Discord broadcasted hollowly while the audience meekly applauded, unable to comprehend what had happened. Dusk Shine remained victorious over his foes. However, that’s not the question blaring in their minds.

Was he always capable of such dazzling feats? Did he even try to defeat adversaries? Or … something else? Something their pride won’t attempt. However, there’s a part of them begging and yelling to listen like a serf to their noble asking for mercy. ACCEPT IT, IT’S THE TRUTH! Dusk Shine is better than you. Ugh!

The mere utterance of that phrase turned some of their stomachs into rocking ships in a storm. Others accepted it before the suicide mission, enduring the foolishness of another’s command. The trio got their photos taken for the yearbook as Starlight Glimmer decided to get closer to her liege.

Dusk Shine’s unfeeling eyes discovered a few of them attempting to flee. “Where are you going?” He questioned, frightening the culprits.

“Um…we were uh…”Suri Polomare stammered a response with other students.

“Did you forget what I said?” Dusk Shine reminded the losers of their earlier agreement. They quaked with their terror-moistened socks. “The only ones that’ll be bowing are you and your little team,” He repeated, marching forward as his looming shadow covered them. His finger sharply pointed to the carpet as a settler claiming new land for his kingdom.

“So bow down,” Dusk Shine commanded. His delicate voice echoed and bounced off the walls, rumbling their nerves.

Starlight was first. Her hands and knees slammed against the enduring wood with her forehead kissing it. She beamed at his roaming eyes, observing her rear end in the air. Please look at me. I can do this whenever you ask. Thankfully, Starlight’s skirt preserved her modesty. Sugarcoat’s expression remained neutral, taking a formal knee with a bowed head, offering her cutie mark.

Dusk Shine glanced at his number two and Sugarcoat. “What are you two doing?” He asked the duo. “I told them to bow, not you two,” Dusk Shine approached the two, offering his hand. Starlight’s eyes brightened at his hand and gentle smile, taking it with glee. Sugarcoat did the same, feebly crafting a theory of this unexpected mercy as the rest of the school. Why is he doing this after what he did? He pointed to the crowd, shivering about what he’d say next. “Also…” Dusk Shine called a list of names. They buzzed with confusion as several names were called. Sour Sweet, Sunnyflare, Lemon Zest, Indigo Zap, Moondancer, and … Fleur De Lis were the most noticeable.

“How did Fleur De Lis get involved with us?” Moondancer seethed, gnashing her teeth. All that fucking work she did to stand equally with Dusk Shine. The palette swap gender-bend clone mustered what little courage she had to rally their classmates against Canterlot High. She’s in the same boat now with a pompous early-order trophy wife. Fan-fucking-tanstic. Dusk Shine became the prince he was always meant to become.

His scholarly face, tempered by years of countless study, hardened and sharpened from the hellish flames of Aether. It only took a near-death experience to discover what he desired.

Respect.

Something that was heavily denied to him. That inquisitive shine of his amethyst eyes, eager to learn, died. They were dull rocks, consumed by the black hole of dark emotions from the disrespect he forcefully endured. His stoic glare hid the growing contempt and glee. He has had enough! These rebellious nobles futilely attempted to take his place. Where did that leave them? Nothing but shattered pride and broken dreams as the noose of failure wrapped around their necks.

It started with one, then another as more followed. Dusk Shine watched them fall like a settler clearing a patch of trees for new developments, ignoring the pleas of native inhabitants. You don’t get what you want by playing nice. That’s a steaming pile of bullshit shows that preach nowadays, making them weak.

“Please stop this!” An inner voice pleaded as more kneeled.

SHUT UP! WHY the fuck must he show mercy to those who showed him none? Why must he hold back to ease the ego of his torments?!

For what?!

Some insignificant moral victory that only mattered to him? No. No. NO! He’s fine getting dirty with the vermin. There’s still more.

Dusk Shine jumped down from the stage to deal with those ruled by their stubbornness and pride. Of course, Royal Pin was one of the remaining few.

“He said kne-” Starlight Glimmer ordered when his mulberry hand interrupted her. She held her tongue, following his wishes. Dusk Shine gazed at the remnants with his hands in his pockets, shrugging, wanting to be done.

Only Royal Pin remained.

Dusk Shine approached with a blank expression, exchanging looks with the foolishly defiant Royal Pin. His indifferent amethysts dueled smoldering gold nuggets. Royal gritted his teeth with shut eyes before kneeling.

There is it.

He did it as he raised his fist in remorseless triumph. Dusk Shine actually did it. This was how things were supposed to be at Crystal Prep. It took several years, but these fools comprehended their place in the world. Bowing before him. His eyes scanned the halls for anyone who objected to this. The parents of his defeated foes? Some left immediately upon witnessing their child’s defeat, leaving them alone with the losers. Dusk Shine can hear them sobbing.

“That’s awful,” An inner voice declared.

“Who the fuck cares,” Another one retorted.

Dusk Shine’s eyes locked with Cadance. Flaming defiant amethyst against shimmering concerned blue. She opened her mouth to speak when a noise surprised them.

Applause?

They turned to the source. Moondancer led the applause, standing up with an almost zealous grin. They slowly joined, unsure about what else to do in this situation.

“Um. . .,” Dusk Shine mumbled as he was taken aback by the sight. A standing ovation. He often told himself he would never experience this at CPA, but here it is. Goosebumps skyrocketed on his skin like overheated popcorn. Dusk Shine fiddled with his hands, processing this new sensation.

“You’ve earned this Dusk Shine,” Starlight Glimmer coaxed with a grin, laying a hand on his shoulder. He nodded, basking in the atmosphere. It felt good. Okay, that’s enough, as it’s becoming too much for him.

Dusk Shine swaggered down the walkway as his loved ones worriedly gazed while the losers kneeled. Heat roared in his chest like a primordial being awoken from its slumber. He exhaled, allowing the blaze to simmer, unlocking a new part of him. Something he locked away to become more . . . human among his peers.

Not. This time.

“No, stop; what are you doing?!” The weak human part of him yelled before shutting it off.

Dusk Shine smirked, savoring the flames flickering against his teeth. He relished in this fresh surge of confidence, but that other part of him struggled, turning his stomach with mounts of pity. No! Not now.

The prince has been ordained. He glanced over his shoulder, witnessing several venom-fueled glares. It’s time to make changes to supplant his rule and cull the infection.

Aether burns in the Prince

Author's Note

We're finally here. One more chapter until the climax of the Friendship game arc. It took a while but it's almost here.

Since people aren't too welcoming to the Omake chapters, I think putting them as a separate story might keep the story streamlined and polished. Also I'll do blog posts for any lore or world-building material unless you guys enjoy that and general questions

Aether burns in the Prince

Dusk Shine trudged throughout the hallways of CPA. His heart bellowed in his chest and ears. He needed to get away from them. ALL OF THEM! Somewhere. Dusk Shine’s eyes bounced around for any potential spots. A classroom? No, that’s too obvious; they’ll find him immediately. The gymnasium? Library? Cafeteria? No. Those aren’t good, either. His teammates would tear his head off, demanding how he knew their location.

“Come on!” Dusk Shine fumed, scratching his head and neck. “I need something,” He muttered when Spike's whimpering caught his attention, briefly calming him. “What is it?” Dusk Shine asked, following Spike’s gaze to the window. “Of course, some time in the great outdoors,” He praised Spike by scratching his head. It should buy him a few minutes of peace. His sharp amethyst eyes scoped the area before sneaking off to the exit.

Tranquility washed over Dusk Shine as the sun warmed his skin. A gentle breeze fluffed his sapphire hair. Cadance said he should go outside more to clear his head and stabilize his emotions. One of the many few times she’s correct. Dusk Shine eased his body before closing the door behind him as he searched for a spot. There’s one. He and Spike found a space near the golden horseshoe statue. It is covered by bushes and a few trees, providing them privacy from the nearby class windows. Dusk Shine sat down with a groan as all the day’s stress weighed on him.

“Shit. . .” He grumbled, lying on the supple grass. Only a few more hours and everything will be done. Win and leave. That’s all he has to do. The amulet cackled with bereavement at the comment.

“You know Cinch will never allow you to leave until you’ve gotten with honors,” A disembodied voice mocked his optimism. Dusk Shine couldn’t deny it as well, fully aware of what Cinch planned for him. He’s Crystal Prep’s iconic student with many awards and scholarships and his pick of colleges and programs. There’s no doubt Cinch would keep him for the long run as a living advertisement.

“Oh, hello,” Fluttershy greeted softly as she entered through one of the bushes. She didn’t know if anyone was there.

“Hi,” Dusk Shine replied as a gray cat popped from Fluttershy’s bag.

Fluttershy nuzzled the feline. “Do you want to give her a treat?” She offered with a smile.

“I guess I’m not the only one who sneaks their pet at school,” Dusk Shine remarked as Spike laid his head on his lap. Both trust this Skyborne. She offered the first kind hand to Sunset Shimmer after her bullying phase.

“Not just one,” Fluttershy giggled as several animals emerged from her backpack. Dusk Shine’s eyes widened, and jaw dropped at the reveal. How many animals did she have there? A bird, hamster, and rabbit. Including the cat, that’s four. What is she? The next Cinderella or Snow White?

“I’ll stick with Spike,” Dusk Shine admitted as he petted Spike’s head.

“Congratulations on winning,” Fluttershy mentioned as the bird landed on her finger. “Although your team didn’t seem too excited about it,” She frowned, recalling the lukewarm response that he received from CPA.

“They . . .,” Dusk Shine muttered with a pause. Her face softened at his dour expression. Sunset told them how awful they treated him. This was the first time she saw it with her own eyes. “They don’t like anything they didn’t win themselves but will love to be involved or take credit for it,” He seethed, recalling several moments from his past. Parasites, all of them! His rage emitted from his body like a radiator. She got an idea.

“Do you want to hold him?” Fluttershy offered Angel her rabbit. This is her main pet out of all the animals she owns.

“Why?” Dusk Shine questioned as Angel crawled into his lap and nuzzled his stomach.

“Holding a bunny makes anyone feel better,” Fluttershy smiled kindly. That’s something he won’t get at CPA. CPA would’ve devoured her without hesitation.

He took her advice and gently held Angel. Rabbits are small and delicate, requiring the utmost care. Dusk Shine smiled, proving that it worked.

“Thank you, Fluttershy,” He gave her a heartfelt grin as she did the same. “But why are you being so nice to me?” Dusk Shine questioned.

“Do I need a reason to be?” Fluttershy shrugged with a gentle smile. A genuinely kind person. The amulet roared with gluttonous hunger. His eyes widened. DID SHE JUST GLOW?! Recognition flooded his senses as the amulet burned against his chest. The same happened to Pinkie Pie. What will she have? A stream of yellow flowed into him and the amulet. That’s four colors. Scarlet infused him with passionate loyalty for his school and his team. Lavender remembered him of elegant generosity. Pink had him laughing and enjoying himself at the party before Cinch pulled the plug. Yellow engulfed him in lost kindness.

Aether forcefully ripped holes in reality, creating mini-portals all around them. Both were paralyzed in fear at this phenomenon as she hung on to him. Dusk Shine’s eyes bounced around at this. He should be excited about this discovery but he knew the imminent potential dangers lurking behind them. They’re ignorant of the mirror world. Was this place a hot spot?!

Spike’s barking caught their attention when a jackalope hopped from one of the portals. A jackalope?! Weren’t those supposed to be an urban misconception when rabbits are infected with a skin virus, giving them growths that resembled horns? Or weren’t they mythological creatures from the Native Bison tribes from Southern regions? Both? Spike pounced after the jackalope, following it into one of the portals! The portals were connected in some way. Both animals leaped through numerous openings and appeared through others. Spike fell from one of them into the yellow aether. Fluttershy grabbed Spike and handed him to Dusk Shine.

“Spike, are you okay?” Dusk Shine fretted, holding his best friend in his arms.

“Yeah, I think so,” Spike replied, shaking himself to remove the buzz. It made Dusk Shine relax. Both smiled as they shared a look. Their shocked eyes exploded at Spike’s sudden speaking capabilities. Both screamed as Dusk Shine ran away. “Dusk Shine, wait,” Spike followed behind, leaving Fluttershy and her pets.

“Um, bye,” She waved before glancing to her side. He left his bag. Fluttershy picked it up, hoping to find him, Sunset, or the principals.

Dusk Shine sprinted inside the building. Spike kept calling out to him asking him to stop. This isn’t happening! His breathing grew heavy as his feet slammed against the tiles vibrating his bones. He needed to think but didn’t know what to think! Magic. Portals. Alternate dimensions. The appearance of mythological creatures! It’s too much. He placed his back to a wall, his anxious eyes stared at his pet.

“Dusk Shine . . . wait,” Spike panted. His eyes followed Dusk Shine as he slid across the wall to the lockers. “Why did you run away?” He pleaded.

“Geez, I don’t know. The tear in space?! Mythological creatures? The glowing girl?!” Dusk Shine fretted in a deadpan tone while moving his hands. “Or better yet my talking dog?” He concluded, pointing to the caine.

“Weird right?” Spike replied, scratching his ear. Dusk Shine paused, analyzing the situation. It’s still Spike. He can simply talk now.

“Where did you go? Are you okay? How do you feel?” Dusk Shine knelt, scratching his pet’s chin and grabbing his face. Scientific intrigue developed in his mind. Aether based research is heavily regulated and only conducted by the most experienced and competent researchers due to the Gateway event. As a result, unauthorized Aether based research is essentially banned in Equestria and in neighboring nations due to the imminent danger it holds and those willing to abuse. The Storm King was one of them.

Most of the details were deeply classified and won’t be revealed to the public until decades after. He glanced at the necklace as it buzzed with power. Aether is safely contained within it. No leaks or anything. Scientific breakthroughs are within the palm of his hands. All Dusk Shine has to do is release it. But is it worth the danger? A wet tongue broke his thoughts bringing his attention back to his pet.

“One at a time. This is new for me too,” Spike responded, easing his master’s worries. “All I knew is that after I chased the rabbit thing, I was somewhere else. Then I was back in the nice girl’s arms and now I can talk,” He explained to the best of his abilities. Dusk Shine recalled the mirror dimension from Professor Starwhirl’s video. The locations aren’t one-to-one. They were deep in the Southern regions, surrounded by kilometers of barren desert. Appaloosa was the nearest settlement via 12 hours by train if they were lucky. However they saw Ponyville instead or the equivalent of it. “I didn’t know why I couldn’t before,” Spike weighed his newfound words. “It’s so easy,” He smiled, brightening the atmosphere

“Dusk,” Cinch’s stoic voice called out to him, alarming the two. Dusk Shine opened one of the lockers, allowing Spike to jump in. She’s allergic to dogs but the lovely principal has a habit of lying. His blank eyes flashed cyan. Time to test that theory out. “Who were you talking to?” She questioned, her disciplined eyes scanned for anyone remaining in the walls. Was it one of those girls again?

“Just myself. I was clearing my head, getting my thoughts in order for the next event. Were you looking for me?” Dusk Shine fabricated a likely story. She raised a brow at his answer as his neutral expression stared at her. Dusk Shine has no reason to lie to her.

“Yes, I was,” Cinch confirmed. Fluttershy appeared from the entrance, holding his bag hoping to find him. Cinch’s appearance halted her efforts and decided to wait until she left. “It’s quite the coincidence that those nice girls you’ve encountered are also advancing to the next round don’t you think,” She acknowledged, clasping her hands behind her back, keeping watch for anyone.

“Not really,” Dusk Shine deadpanned with a shrug. They’re in a competition so why was it so surprising?

“Perhaps, you should know them after all,” Cinch approached him, wrapping a deceitful arm around his shoulder, making his skin crawl. “You’re a charming and desirable young man. They can tell you the secrets to CHS recent success,” She cooed while gently touching his face. He truly took on his father’s looks and aura. If Dusk Shine is anything like Night Light then that’s perfect. Both sons were wonderful catches. Conventionally attractive, came from a respectable family, having among the best education an Equestrian dream for, determined in their respective field and pleasant to be around with. Cadance is smart to snatch Shining Armor early. Cinch cursed herself for allowing Night Light to slip through her fingers when she had him in her palms. He’s a good man who treated her and ultimately Twilight Velvet incredibly well. She hoped that her daughter wouldn't make the same mistake she did. Although a part of Cinch wished she was several decades younger being one of Dusk Shine’s peers. Perhaps in the grade above him, she can’t relinquish the authority she has over him. Then with Cinch’s eye for quality . . . maybe some aspects of her life would’ve been better.

(For those wondering. Yes. It’s supposed to be creepy and disturbing)

“Maybe there’s no real secret. They went under a restructuring as you said. Celestia and Luna fixed the problems and the results showed for it,” Dusk Shine countered with a logical explanation, wanting to escape from this situation.

“I’m simply covering my bases. It’s not like your application is at stake,” Cinch threatened in a silvery tone as she released him. Her eyes sparked with cruel enjoyment. “Oh wait, it does,”

“There’s something more at stake than my application to Everton,” Dusk Shine spoke up, his eyes blazing with a cold fury.

“Which is?” Cinch asked, raising her brow.

“Your integrity,” Dusk Shine declared. “Just like you, I have a reputation and standards to keep as the top student of CPA. I will not tolerate any unwanted mark-ups,” He implied about Cinch potentially cheating or cutting corners to slide the trophy in their favor. “So I’ll ask you a simple question,” Dusk Shine negotiated, choosing his next words subtly. “Did I actually get the answer right?”

“Dusk Shine you do-,” Cinch questioned, almost insulted that she would lie to him like that.

“Please don’t think of me as someone that can be easily swayed with half-truths,” Dusk Shine interjected, cutting off whatever excuses or guilt tripping tactic she had. “So will you kindly tell me the truth?” He requested for the slightest degree of honesty.

“Yes,” Cinch obliged. “You even used the more complex method,” She elaborated as Dusk Shine prolonged his hostile glare. Cinch didn’t want to admit it but she was getting nervous.

“Thank you, Principal Cinch,” Dusk Shine bowed his head stoically with a slight mocking edge to his tone. She pouted before leaving Dusk Shine alone. Her heel steps gradually faded into silence.

“Man she’s awful,” Spike commented, peering his head from the locker once Cinch had left. “What are you going to do, Dusk Shine?” He questioned, scratching his ears. Dusk Shine padded his chest, containing his hail mary. Spike nodded with a sly smirk. People like Cinch can’t be fully trusted. They’ll always find some way to turn anything in favor with sweet words, bold-faced lies and brazen double crosses. That’s why insurance and having a way out is essential. Dusk Shine’s elders taught him that.

Sunset Shimmer searched for Dusk Shine within CHS. Fluttershy handed her his bag. It’s not like him to leave his stuff behind. Her ears caught the hiss of an aluminum can in an adjacent hallway. She popped her head into one of them. There he is! Sunset frowned, seeing the melancholic state he was in. Dusk Shine sat on the floor with Spike on his lap, around by discarded chip bags, candy wrappers, and soda cans.

“Gosh, you’re a mess,” Sunset Shimmer muttered, cringing at the trash. This isn’t like him.

“Yeah, I know,” Dusk Shine replied lifelessly, sliding over to make space for her.

“So what happened?” Sunset asked, accepting a chocolate bar from him.

“It’s Cinch,” Spike answered, causing Sunset to choke and cough from his voice.

“What the-,” Sunset said hoarsely between her coughs.

“Aether,” Dusk Shine and Spike clarified as she wiped her mouth. Sunset’s forehead was wrinkled with dumbfounded confusion. She wanted to ask so many questions, but she pushed them aside. Both had a lengthy conversation as Dusk Shine released his worries and concerns as tears leaked from his face. He periodically wiped his tears, not wanting his classmates to see him like this. They never cared about his tears before, so why give them something to mock him about.

Sunset Shimmer listened. That's the only thing she can do right now. She knows how possessive Cinch is towards Dusk Shine and how hostile the Shadow 5 are to her. There’s no point making his life harder already. Sunset offered that they should watch something on her phone for now. It shouldn’t hurt, as they have a few minutes to kill. Dusk Shine smiled weakly as he would like that.

The top students strolled to the exit to the play fields. Dusk Shine’s mask returned. Of course, Sunny Flare was waiting for him. Her arms were crossed, and she impatiently tapped her foot. He groaned as Sunset Shimmer nudged him.

“Where were you?” Sunny Flare demanded with a stern glare. “Oh,” She whispered, looking at the Sunset Shimmer with him.

“None of your damn business where I went,” Dusk Shine fumed with a sharp gaze. “I’m here, aren’t I?” He shrugged.

“Of course, it’s my business, Cinch-” Sunny Flare sneered when his hand grabbed her face and pushed her out of the way.

“Get out of my way and hurry up,” Dusk Shine commanded. Sunset had mixed emotions about this. On the one hand, seeing that dumbfounded expression on Sunny Flare’s face is picture-worthy. On the other hand, this is completely unlike Dusk Shine. Sunset wanted to say more, but the next round was about to start.

The top students went their separate ways. Sunny Flare trailed behind Dusk Shine as they rejoined their team. Dusk Shine didn’t hear or recall anything that Cinch said besides their roles. She placed him in archery with Sour Sweet. He asked why? Her answer was that she didn’t want him distracted by Sunset Shimmer. Everything else was a buzzing blur. Anger boiled over as CPA and his team criticized his lackluster performance. Others defended him, recalling his earlier shoulder injury.

“WILL YOU GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP?!” Dusk Shine exploded, bringing everything to a stop. They shriveled under his seething tirade, calling them out on their weaknesses. He mocked them as he’s one of CPA’s best and brightest while they’re just on the bench as bystanders. Dusk Shine offered them to prove themselves better by taking the shot for him.

No one stepped up. All that bravado instantly evaporated as they remained silent and looked away. Dusk Shine unleashed a booming and scathing cackle. They never heard him laugh before. It’s horrifying. He belittles them, calling them weaklings, cowards, a total waste of space, and utterly useless despite being the so-called ‘elites.’ Dusk Shine yelled over to Cinch and Cadance, asking them to restructure the requirements for CPA. He even vouched for some of the CHS members. His smirk cruelly widened, relishing their fearful looks and panicked sentences despite rageful tears forming in his eyes.

Applejack frowned. Sunset told her how terribly they treated Dusk Shine for being the top student. Her jaw tightened from witnessing it herself. This isn’t right! He’s a good man from a wonderful family; the results speak for it. Granny Smith and her elders warned about this or people like these preps. They have all of the money in the world and can be whatever they want. Yet they chose to be lower than a snake’s belly button.

Dusk Shine returned to the archery stage, discreetly wiping his face. Applejack gently approached and instructed him on which targets to hit. He narrowed his eyes to focus on them. She’s right. One of the targets had a slight delay on it. Sour Sweet raged at Applejack’s assistance, causing the pair to argue. Dusk Shine took the shot, and it landed right between Sour Sweet’s arrow. Sugarcoat or Indigo Zap, or was it Sunny Flare or Lemon Zest that raced. It didn’t matter to him. Dusk Shine continued, landing every single bullseye. CHS’s cheers were louder than his school’s. Applejack padded his back in congratulations. Confusion buzzed in his mind so he asked why she helped him. Their schools have been rivals for decades. The farmgirl wrapped his shoulder, stating there’s nothing wrong with telling the truth. She was shocked by his embrace but didn’t refuse it and hugged back.

Orange. It wasn’t as robust as red or the soothing of yellow but had an honest combination of both. A relaxing sunset while in a peaceful meadow.

The projector had a kiss-cam font for the two. Dusk Shine glanced at Applejack’s lips as she did the same to him. Sour Sweet yelled, breaking a few arrows in rage. She climbed on the stage, forcefully separating the two. Sour Sweet barked at the two when Applejack pointed to the Dusk Shine’s glowing chest. His eyes expanded in his horror before jumping away from them.

“Release the magic! Now!”

“No!” Dusk Shine refused, holding it down as much as he could. IT BURNS! He ripped the necklace off his neck and tossed it away. The amulet cracked open, releasing floods of Aether, mutating the various flowers and weeds into monstrous beasts of various sizes.

Dusk Shine’s mind was in survival problem-solving mode as terrified screaming echoed and evacuation orders were given. He reacted quickly and closed the amulet to prevent any more leakage before returning to his neck. Next issue. The plants slithering to him. Fight or Flight?! There’s only one option for someone like him.

“Fight!” Dusk Shine snarled, grabbing two arrows and rotating in his hands before getting to a stance.

“Dusk Shine, let’s get out of here,” Sour Sweet ordered anxiously, pulling on his arm, but he shook her off. She froze, seeing his eerie cyan eyes. Dusk Shine charged, becoming a tornado of surgical injection with his bolts. He cleared a path for them to escape.

“Go!” Dusk Shine commanded, pointing with his stained arrows.

“Come on,” Spike responded, guiding them to safety. They were alarmed, except for Fluttershy, but they weren’t complaining. Applejack took Fluttershy’s hand and dragged her along. She looked back, seeing Sour Sweet running towards Dusk Shine! Sour Sweet found a spot, eased her breathing, and pulled the string. She left Dusk Shine in the past, but not this time. Sour Sweet releases a quick barrage, taking out the farthest ones. Dusk Shine raised a brow at the support. He rolled his eyes and continued.

Sour Sweet found herself empty. “Shit,” She grumbled, glancing at the broken ones. There’s some left embedded inside the plants. She joined Dusk Shine, using her bow as a bludgeon while periodically resupplying her quiver as Dusk Shine covered her back.

“Woah!” Applejack yelped as she was being tossed. Dusk Shine ran, climbing onto one of them and piercing its eyes to bring it to the ground. He opened his arms to catch her. His analytic brain calculated her mass, the distance toss, and her incoming speed to him. The result: This is going to hurt.

“Oh boy,” Dusk Shine muttered before bracing himself for impact. He grunted as Applejack landed on his body. It took everything he had to be upright! Fuck his back!

“Good catch,” Applejack praised as he held her bridal style after gaining his balance. Those muscles weren’t for show after all. It felt nice being carried like this.

“Little help here?” Sour Sweet crabbed as she began to be surrounded. Applejack, Fluttershy, and Dusk Shine joined in. The rest used their bows and arrows, while Dusk Shine used his fists. He skillfully evaded the smaller plants' attacks before ruthlessly countering with their arrow support. They wondered how and why Dusk Shine had these skills. His heartbeat echoed in his ears, warming his body but not sweat. He looked behind him and paled at the sight.

“SUNSET!” Dusk Shine thundered, ignoring all of the plants in his path to get to his bow. Those plants were gaining on her and he needed to distract them. Dusk Shine fires several shots at what appears to be the leader plant. It shrieked from the puncture before roaring at Dusk Shine. He retreated, bashing numerous flora out of the way. Although vine-like tendrils snatched him and began pulling him to the leader. Dusk Shine held on, pushing his body forward to overpower the plants. It’s not enough. He grabbed one of the arrows stuck into the lesser flower monsters but gradually lost his grip.

“Dusk Shine, take my hand,” Sour Sweet galloped onto the flower, offering her hand as he was just out of her reach. “Please,” She pleaded as their eyes locked. Time slowed as their gazes softened. He stretched his hand out momentarily as Sour was eager to help him. However, Dusk Shine’s face hardened, staring emotionlessly at her. Sour Sweet’s heart shattered as he smacked her hand out of the way before being roughly pulled in.

“DUSK SHINE!” Numerous horrified screams echoed as he was flung into its maw.

Sour Sweet tried to confront it, only for Fluttershy and Applejack to drag her back “Let me go, Applejack!” She lamented while pulling away from the two. Tears escaped her eyes, ruining her mascara. She didn’t care if the entire school saw her in a pathetic state.

“Are you crazy? He probably just saved you,” Applejack reasoned as tears swelled into her eyes as well.

“I don’t care!” Sour Sweet wailed as she struggled to get away. “Why didn’t he let me help him?” She broke down, falling to her knees. A familiar aroma filled the air. Smoke? Where is it coming from?

The leader plant began wailing painfully. Pillars of soot escaped from various openings as it attempted to free itself from the burning pain. Someone pointed to the glowing purple spot in the middle. That’s Dusk Shine! Several people prayed for his safety. Hope filled Sour Sweet’s body.

“Faust, please let him live; I was going to let him hit,” Lemon Zest pleaded with skyward eyes as Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and Sunny Flare gawked at her. “What?” She defended as something pushed against the plant’s internal walls, stretching it to the brink. He burst through the monster’s chest with a titanic roar and an earth-shattering amethyst fiery blast. A death wail escaped from the plant’s bleeding lips as it limped to the ground.

“Guess he was too spicy for it?” Applejack and Granny Smith whistled. Sour Sweet broke out of Applejack’s grasp. Her gait was unsteady from grief before getting traction. He’s alive! Thank Faust, he’s alive!

“What just happened?” A CPA student muttered as fear chained them to the bleachers. One moment, Dusk Shine was devoured and blasted through the monster like a newborn Xenomorph. He panted like a cornered beast, staring at his flaming hands with a broken tooth and sharpened bolt. What’s going on?! This isn’t his body! Something. . . changed. Someone from the back of his mind smirked encouragingly.

“What is this?” Dusk Shine murmured. Why does this feel so familiar?

“Yes . . . this is magic,” The voice purred seductively into his ears. (I tried to make the color for the voice text black but since Dark Mode is the most common setting, I decided to keep it blank) “How does it feel?” It asked. He didn’t reply, still attempting to process everything. “Good?” Dusk Shine nodded. Everything about himself improved to the absolute zenith of human potential and beyond. Dusk Shine’s senses were overwhelmed, yet he comprehended every aroma, image, and sensation around him. He hears Sour Sweet’s heart racing as she rushes towards him. She’s worried for him. The amulet scoffed at her. Now she cares.

Dusk Shine scanned the field and found his target. Sour Sweet’s mind panicked after seeing him get eaten like popcorn. Everything horrible action flooded into her eyes. Was she that awful? To where Dusk Shine rejected her hand, favoring his own chances?

The archer sniffed as she got closer. Sour Sweet was determined to apologize to him. Her pride be damned! If she becomes a sloppy mess of tears and snot, it’s worth showing him how much she regrets abandoning him. Her hand reached for Dusk Shine when he vanished in a blur.

“Shit, I gotta do it now,” Lemon Zest purred with a tiny grin.

“Seriously?” Sunny Flare admonished her amorous mindset. They have more pressing matters like survival. The group continued their escape when someone grabbed them.

“Dusk Shine?!” They exclaimed as he carried them in his arms and shoulders. How is he doing this?! That’s around 200 kilograms, yet Dusk Shine managed to rocket himself across the playfield, outrunning the motorcycles like they were empty plastic bags. Their relief melted into dread upon witnessing the unholy flames trailing behind him. Dusk Shine’s face didn’t bring them comfort either. His face was a scarred and mutated void of predatory malice covered by green blood and digestive juices. His sapphire hair was a stubborn flame dancing in the wind. They didn’t want to know what his eyes looked like. Dusk Shine dropped into the safe zones before jetting off once again.

The motorcyclists desperately evade the storm of teeth and thorny veins. One of them swiped at Indigo Zap’s tires, causing it to pop. She frantically attempted to maintain control, but it wasn’t enough as she tumbled and rolled off the bike.

“Fuck,” Indigo Zap grunted when a looming shadow drained the color from her face. She screamed, covering her face for impacting doom. Yet nothing happened. Her eyes opened to a figure. “DUSK SHINE?!” She exclaimed. His arm was caught between its jaws while pushing it back. Blood trickled from the puncture wounds as it continued to munch on his arm. One of the motorcycles stopped.

“Get on!” Rainbow Dash yelled.

“Indigo, you don’t get on that fucking bike right now! These plants will be the last things you have to worry about,” Dusk Shine threatened, his slitted eyes glowed hauntedly. Indigo didn’t need to be told twice and rode off with Rainbow Dash. Dusk Shine ripped one of the danger-length teeth from its jaw. The monster shrieked in pain, enabling Dusk Shine to stab it under its jaw and crave a line down its stem. Dusk Shine rotated his wrist with a cruel smirk and charged into the group. It didn’t take him long to turn this small group into chopped salad.

Cinch observed his mannerisms. Dusk Shine is remarkably stable and coherent, focusing on clear objectives. His movements are brutally efficient and beyond his usual capabilities. Wait. Her eyes widened at the discovery. This must be how CHS made such rapid improvements within a year. She can use this.

“Dusk Shine!” Trixie yelled, holding a javelin. She got into position, walked back, and skipped forward to launch. Crap, she’s too far away! His hand glowed, drawing in, and landed firmly into his palm.

“Thanks, Trixie!” Dusk Shine smirked savagely, twisting the spear in his grasp. He roared with the might of dragons as he charged into the fray.

Celestia and Harshwinny were directing the students into safety when a purple flaming blur rushed past them. Various seniors attempted to hold the tide, getting students behind them. Vinyl Scratch tripped within the dash. One of the plants was mere feet from her. She panicked, tossing rocks or whatever was nearby to keep it at bay. It rushed as it leaped before falling short. Dusk Shine pierced its body and stabbed it in the head. He gestured for her to run, allowing him to handle it. Vinyl Scratch smiled, getting up to run before heading back, pecking him on the cheek to show her gratitude.

Dusk Shine blinked owlishly. His eyes flashed logical amethyst before turning demonic cyan. Maybe he should call her later. Dusk Shine advanced, rapidly blinking in and out of existence while slaying all plants in his wake.

Trixie observed his blinding repositioning sequence before glancing at the ground. Her eyes widened in recognition. That’s it! She dug it into her jacket pockets, finding loose change and launching it as far as possible. Dusk Shine’s senses detected the debris grinning as it expanded his range. Other students picked up on Trixie’s plan and tossed whatever they could while escaping.

“Please keep the littering to a minimum,” Harshwinny scolded, but allowing it to serve a greater purpose. A constellation of plant corpses was scattered across the field, with Dusk Shine at the center. He eliminated the larger ones while CHS seniors handled the small ones. They nodded to him. Dusk Shine relayed a battle plan before looking up at the frisbee hovering towards CPA. Lyra smiled and waved at him. Dusk Shine grinned before sharpening his face as he vanished in a flash.

Cadance and several members of CPA softball continued their defense of their students. Luna and Celestia did the same for their students. Her baby blue eyes narrowed at Cinch remaining safe in the announcer's booth. What was she doing over there?!

“Dean Cadance,” One of the students pointed. She nodded. Numerous softballs flew her way and swung with monstrous strength, launching them with pinpoint accuracy into the mutated flora.

“Garden Grove, no!” Her friends yelled in horror as one of the larger ones had her dead to rites. Garden crawled away with terror-fueled eyes, smelling its foul herbal breath. She loved to garden but not LIKE THIS! Cadance made her move but halted, viewing a familiar mulberry student jetting like a doomsday meteor.

“Dusk Shine?” Cadance smiled in relief. Garden Grove continued to whimper like a sniveling newborn right when Dusk Shine wrapped his forearms around the lower stem and SUPPLEX the beast, making it roar in anguish.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Several bellowed at the sight. That thing was estimated to be several meters and almost a ton.

Dusk Shine used his chance to pummel the plant into compost while stabbing as viciously as possible. “What are you still doing here? RUN!” He ordered, looking over his shoulder at the paralyzed Garden Grove.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Fleur De Lis and Orange Sherbet dragged their friend while Grove’s eyes glimmered with a newly ignited emotion. Dusk Shine continued his rampage, using the javelin, dagger tooth, and one of the smaller plants as a bludgeon or a whip against the others.

Luna leaped in with a battle roar, twirling a stained rake in her grasp, carving a path for herself. Dusk Shine didn’t reject her help as they worked in tandem. The Moon ruled the stars as was their oath. Onlookers were astonished and rightfully terrified at the coordination of these roaring hunting beasts.

Dusk Shine lost his civility, becoming more primal in his ferocity while hacking away like a butcher, requiring severe anger management. Luna was the disciplinarian of the sisters. The students' safety was her chief priority on both sides. As Cinch is horribly lacking in their area.

Luna wrapped her sapphire hair in a tight bun, keeping her serenity while Dusk Shine morphed into a beastful supernova. It didn’t matter to them. Kinship united them. They continued their defense, forming a circle and unintentionally swapping weapons during the battle. Both paused, staring at their new tools. What the?

“No, give me that. You get the little one,” Luna commanded, pointing to the rake in his hand. Dusk Shine obeyed. Trixie and her team provided support with the ever-trusty pyrotechnics and their own party cannons.

“Hello again, Nightmare Moon,” A stygian voice hummed in her ears. Her blood chilled, thinking that she would never hear that voice again.

“My name is Luna!” Luna broadcasted to the mocking laughter. “I am not the person anymore, and you know it!” She declared while piercing another plant. Her eyes peeked at Dusk Shine, finally taking in his appearance. Where are his glasses!? By the stars, his eyes?! A thunderous groan caught their attention. The largest one that Dusk Shine burst out from is still moving! Bloody fluids leaked from its maw and glared at Dusk Shine. He touched his chest and discovered that his amulet was missing. It must have gotten lost when the plant consumed him. His brow raised at the gradually intensity glowing orb in its maw. Interesting.

“Get back,” Dusk Shine ordered as he marched forward. Luna gawked at his utter bravado. IS HE INSANE!? He didn’t wait for her answer, only to find herself with her sister in a flash. Luna stared at herself. How did he!?

Dusk Shine stood defiantly against the beast as it charged its attack. Students ran in panic to create and hopefully escape. Dusk Shine raised a finger, marking a simple glowing line behind him, creating a barrier. He slammed his feet, widening his stance and brandishing his arms.

“COME ON THEN!” Dusk Shine challenged. Hellfire burned in his soul awaiting for the overgrown weed to fire.

It did.

The beast bombarded Dusk Shine with an unrelenting solar beam that would make power washers envious. They shielded their eyes from the blinding light. Dusk Shine gritted his teeth from the surmounting heat and pressure. Come on! Don’t let up or falter! The beam subsided, leaving Dusk Shine as a monolith against the storm. Cinch raised her brow at this discovery.

“Was that . . .,” Dusk Shine panted with a pause, glaring fiercely at the accursed plant. “THE BEST YOU CAN DO?!” He raged, ripping sections of his tattered uniform, wanting a challenge from the creature. Flame roared and soared around, scorching the air and earth. Dusk Shine grabbed one of the flames and aimed at the gaping wound. His breathing was steady as his flaming hair began to sizzle out.

“One shot, Dusk Shine. Make it count,” The amulet advised. He nodded. One shot was all that he needed. The leader plant’s eyes widened at the incoming fire bolt. It experienced an emotion that should be excessively advanced for its primal cortex. Fear. Escape was on its mind, but there wasn’t enough time. They terrifyingly observed amethyst flames consume the beast as it fell. CHS students and faculty members rushed with hoses and fire extinguishers to stop the spread. Dusk Shine sharply inhaled, directing streams of fire into his mouth.

“Woah,” Trixie marveled with glimmering eyes. This would be an amazing performance. He consumed it all with a deep gulp as the magic gradually dwindled. Dusk Shine breathed heavily before erupting in a sky-scarring roar, buzzing their ears as they attempted to block it.

“Woah,” He whispered, holding his head, finally returning to normal. His eyes were amethyst, and his hair straightened. Exhaustion was minimal. Dusk Shine should be tired or on the ground but still standing. The amulet dimmed, content with the results.

“Dusk Shine,” Sunset Shimmer yelled, sprinting towards him. She tossed her helmet to the side. His eyes brightened.

“Sunset,” Dusk Shine shouted, running towards her. She’s safe. That’s the important thing.

“Dusk Shine,” Sunset Shimmer called to him with a razor tone.

“Uh . . . Sunset,” Dusk Shine murmured, sensing the hostile tone. This wasn’t good.

“DUSK SHINE!” Sunset Shimmer roared with bared teeth and murder in her cyan eyes. He was right!

“Oh shit,” Dusk Shine muttered fearfully as he turned around for his escape attempt. They observed the pair run around. Sunset Shimmer was hot on his heels, yelling aggressively something in Spanish. This was the first time they’d seen Dusk Shine utterly terrified. He stood up to Cinch, various established CPA students, and held his own against these horrific mutated plants. Yet Sunset Shimmer managed to get him quaking in his boots with his tail between his legs.

“Are you sure they’re not dating?” One of them whispered to Luna, Celestia, and Cadance. Only a significant other can make someone like Dusk Shine lose his composure.

“Nope,” They replied dully as Dusk Shine attempted to evade Sunset’s wrath. “Besides, I would’ve known years ago,” Cadance added. Although it’s a humorous sight to see him razzled after having a quiet arrogance. She caught him and tackled him, bringing them both to the ground. Their teams followed and overheard the argument between them.

“You freaking idiot!” Sunset growled with worry, tightly gripping his damaged uniform with sharpened eyes. She paused, trying to catch her breath and pick her words. “Why would you do something so reckless?!” Sunset demanded.

“Because I love you, and I care about you! Do I need a better fucking reason to help you?!” Dusk Shine confessed. His voice echoed for everyone to hear. Sunset’s face softened with gobsmacked eyes.

“Oh. . .” Several commented blankly with wide, flabbergasted eyes. That’s. . . That’s a first coming from Dusk Shine. Cadance, Luna, and Celestia knew Dusk Shine longer than anyone besides his immediate family. His calm demeanor was consistent throughout his youth and current adolescence. There have been instances of excitability, but nothing like this. Shame filled the hearts of CPA students hearing his motivation. Some glared judgmentally at their significant other. If Dusk Shine can quickly voice his love for another and eagerly rush in to help them so, why can’t they?

“Dusk Shine,” Sunset Shimmer whispered, allowing him to sit up.

“Look. I couldn’t help you during the Anon event,” Dusk Shine confessed straightforwardly. Sunset wanted to say that it wasn’t his fault and that he shouldn’t blame himself, but he grabbed her shoulders. “But I’ll be damned if I don’t help you now,” He vowed, flames of determination flickered in his pupils.

“You’re still a fucking idiot for doing that,” Sunset countered, punching him in the shoulder.

“OH, not my shoulder,” Dusk Shine groaned painfully as he held the damaged part.

“What happened?” Sunset worried, cursing at herself for doing that. He’s injured, for fuck sake.

“I think one of them knocked my shoulder out of place,” Dusk Shine calculated, given how dynamic his actions were within the past several minutes.

Sunset Shimmer checked his injuries, pausing at an old wound. “Dusk Shine . . . where do you get this?” She asked dully, chilling his body. This was an arrow wound, but she had known him for years, and he was never that clumsy.

“There was a training accident during archery practice leading up to the games,” Dusk Shine confessed as the wounds pulsed. Sunset glanced over his shoulder at the incoming group. There’s only one person who could’ve done this. She pressed her forehead against his and got up. His eyes widened at her clenched fist. Oh no

“You . . .” Sunset Shimmer seethed, glaring at Sour Sweet. Her cyan eyes blazed with rage and long-awaited payback. “FUCKING BITCH!” She slammed her fist into Sour Sweet’s face, knocking spit out her mouth and causing a small blood trickle to escape. Sunset didn’t ease her assault, bringing both of them to the ground.

“Woah!” They exclaimed, jumping back from their scuffle. Both were strong, but Sunset had more experience fighting due to her bullying days. Some started to play bet as the two tumbled on the grass.

“What’s your fucking problem?!” Sour Sweet grunted as she struggled against Sunset’s force. Yeah, she got a few hits in, but that’s nothing compared to the rage boosted by protectiveness.

“You are!” Sunset Shimmer exploded before getting punched in the nose, but it didn’t stop her. “He loved you! You did as well. Yet you tossed him away like he was nothing!” Sunset Shimmer emphasized with each strike, hoping that Sour Sweet would feel a literal fraction of the pain she caused Dusk Shine. Both girls were dragged away by their respective teams but were still trying to shred the other. “How much do you have to hurt him before you’re happy?” She lamented, recalling his tears and painful wails after the incident. Their teams exchanged confused glances about their argument. CHS is entirely out of the loop, while CPA had an inkling of the damaged relationship between Sour Sweet and Dusk Shine. Was the archer at fault?

“I know that I hurt-” Sour Sweet choked, mainly due to her thumping jaw and bruised nose. Hell, one of her buns got loose.

“Do you really?!” Sunset Shimmer howled. Her face was scratched and bruised from her short fight with Sour Sweet.

“Sunset Shimmer, that’s enough,” Dusk Shine interjected, halting their explosive scrap.

“Dusk Shine, she-” Sunset started, glaring venomously at Sour Sweet.

“It wasn’t her,” Dusk Shine interrupted, blunting her wrath. “Moondancer’s arrow ricocheted and hit me in the shoulder,” He explained, his eyes motioning to her. Moondancer’s eyes widened, backstepping from Sunset’s harsh glare. She’s not taking that risk.

“I’m not apologizing to this bitch,” Sunset Shimmer spat.

“Awww. Like I fucking wanted your damn apology,” Sour Sweet hissed

“There’s no need to yell and cuss,” Luna scolded, sternly glaring at the archer. Where’s Cinch in all of this mess?

“Can we just finish the round already?” Dusk Shine pleaded.

“Get to Nurse Redheart first,” Celestia ordered, pointing to the medical tent.

“I’m fine,” Dusk Shine declared before the grass swayed under his feet. “Woah,” His body stumbled as the adrenaline finally wore off. NO! DON’T LET THEM SEE YOU FALL! He forced himself to remain standing, but his legs didn’t allow him to stand, forcing him to crouch.

“Dusk Shine!” They rushed in. “Easy,” He swatted them away. His overloaded senses remained on high alert.

“My glasses, I can’t see,” Dusk Shine mentioned with heavy breathing, touching his bare face. Aether temporarily corrected his vision, but its effects wore off, returning his blurry vision. No! He missed having normal eyesight. The simple experience of seeing anything in your face without assistance is a luxury countless people take for granted. They scanned the area for his spectacles. Come on, where are they?

“Right here,” Spike announced, tenderly holding them between his teeth. They were taken aback by this. When did Spike learn how to talk?! Oh, right, Aether. Dusk Shine’s ears caught the jiggling of Spike’s collar. They gave the top student a wide space, not wanting to spook him.

“Spike?” Dusk Shine questioned, narrowing his eyes at the fuzzy purple and green image.

“Mhm,” Spike nodded calmly despite his rumbling heartbeat. Dusk Shine instinctively offered his hand. Spike dropped the glasses into his palm.

“My glasses?” Dusk Shine remarked, his fingers grazing the object. They were wet from Spike’s mouth and whatever that plant had. Specks of dirt and grass were all over it. Another image appeared from his peripheral. Pink? It’s Cadance.

“Here’s a cloth, Dusk Shine,” The Dean handed him a gentle one. He took it and gently cleaned his glasses as he had done many times before. CPA and CHS watched him. He looked different and didn’t know how to feel about it.

Dusk Shine was a pillar of Crystal Prep’s scholarly excellence. Sharp, intelligent, rational, cunning, and determined. Then Aether turned him into a resilient inferno, placing himself in harm's way to save everyone from the carnivorous plants. However, Dusk Shine’s protectiveness was fueled by his desire to protect this Sunset Shimmer. Now, the pillar stands resolute but dented and filthy, barely standing. His sharp, noble features grew heavy and almost childish. He looks his age without glasses. The Dusk Shine before Cinch took him under her wing and corrupted him. Before Crystal Prep forced him to mature and become jaded,

His glasses returned to his face, bringing the Dusk Shine they knew or what they thought they knew. No scratches on the glasses. Good. He examined his body for any oddities.

“Huh,” Dusk Shine stated at his dislocated fingers as they gasped. “When did that happen?” He muttered before grabbing his fingers and correcting the problem with sickening crunches.

“DUDE?! WHAT THE FUCK?!” Indigo Zap exclaimed, her eyes widened in shock. “Do you even feel pain?” She muttered, holding her wheezy stomach.

“Mentally and emotionally,” Dusk Shine answered, flexing his fingers before popping his shoulder back into place. “I always receive that at CPA,” He sneered at his suddenly shameful teammates.

Sunset freed herself, ready to catch him if he fell. “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t need anything?”

“I could seriously go for a beer right now,” Dusk Shine replied gruffly. Was that even his voice?

“WHAT?!” They cried out. Dusk Shine drinks?!

“How do you think I tolerate you guys?” Dusk Shine sneered at his teammates as his loved ones gazed in worrying alarm, and CHS glared at them. This is how they treated their best?

“I do hope your consumption is moderate,” Cinch interposed, finally walking down from her throne. Cadance and Luna rolled their eyes at her appearance. “It would be unbecoming for you as the Top student,” She warned. Perhaps she should inform one of her associates and do a seminar at the school. Cinch doesn’t know the personal lives of her students. It’s better to be safe and sorry.

“Well, I think it’s unbecoming to sit back, do nothing, and let your subordinate and colleagues do all the work,” Dusk Shine countered, narrowing his amethyst eyes at his principal. Their mouths dropped at his words. He wasn’t wrong, as everyone agreed with him. Celestia and Cadance desired to be the ones who criticized her behavior as it was highly unsuitable for a principal. Although they would’ve used more tact even though seeing Cinch’s utterly startled face made it absolutely worth it.

“Excuse me?” Cinch questioned in a tight tone. One of her eyes began to twitch. This isn’t her Dusk Shine!

“I’m not going to say it twice. If it wasn’t important to listen to it the first time, then it’s not worth repeating,” Dusk Shine groaned, rotating his shoulder to release the stress. “That’s what you told me, remember?” He elucidated as his eyes narrowed, raising one of his brows. His baritone voice goaded to reveal her hypocrisy.

“Yes, but. . .,” Cinch hesitated, attempting to craft a plausible explanation. It worked.

“But what, Principal Abacus Cinch?” Dusk Shine scoffed, marching straight up to her. He didn’t allow her to respond or lie to his face again. Cinch paled slightly with a chilling sweat, taking several cautious back steps. She glanced over to her peers, hoping to support her defense. The stoic and arrogant CPA principal found nothing. She’s searching for a droplet of water in a drought-stricken desert.

“You’re going to revoke my application to Everton just to keep me here? If you even sent it all, that is? Terminate Dean Cadance’s position to send her away so you can keep your current yet dwindling power and influence?” Dusk Shine brazenly countered and glared harshly at his principal. Cadance also harshly grimaced, and the Shadow 5 shot theirs, too. They adored Dean Cadance. Far more than Cinch can ever dream of. “Are you really going to ruin someone’s life just because they rightfully stood up to you? Like so many others?” Dusk Shine accused with a scoldingly dangerous glare. He’s sick of all of her crap! Cinch’s eyes widened, and her heart grew dense. Does he know, and how much does he know?

“. . .,” Cinch hesitated to answer as all eyes were on her. Judgment coiled around her like a noose. What’s wrong, Cinch? No smart remarks or convenient restructuring of previously said words?

“Of course,” Dusk Shine mocked, rolled his eyes, taking her silence as an answer, and walked off. Cinch snarled uncharacteristically at his audacious display of insubordination. Who gave him the right to disobey her?! Her heart blazed, her fist tightened, and veins webbed under her clutch jaw. She stomped forward, raising her hand at Dusk Shine, when something stopped her.

“PUT YOUR FOUL HAND DOWN BEFORE I REMOVE IT FOR YOU!” Night Blaze’s fiery eyes roared from Dusk Shine’s back. Cinch froze, witnessing this otherworldly creature. She was too late. A shadowy arm bathed with scornful flames snatched and ripped her arm from its socket.

Cinch gasped and hastily glanced at her still attached arm, finding herself on the ground. She exhaled in relief as she turned to the disappointed expressions of her students, Cadance and CHS, as they whispered to each other.

“Awful,”

“What’s her problem?”

“I didn’t think she could get any worse,”

“Was she going to hit him?”

“I can give you some numbers. They’ll happily take you after her,”

Dread bubbled in her stomach from their words and disappointed stares. She had the wrong choice in an RPG. Dusk Shine stared at her. Their eyes met. Nothing is shining in his pupils. Stepping an ant would evoke more emotions. If Dusk Shine had emotions in his eyes, she detected apathy and disappointment. He turned.

Cinch cleared her throat and dusted herself off. “How about a brief recession to clean everything up and proceed with the rest of the games?” She requested, attempting to regain control of the situation.

“Cleaning up, yes. But continuing the games will be up to the students,” Luna asserted with crossed arms. She disapproved of Cinch’s insistence on the continuation of the games. The students were in grave danger, but she only cared about the scoreboard.

“Sugarcoat, Indigo Zap, would you kindly tell them your decision?” Cinch asked the motorcyclists.

“I’m okay with it,” Sugarcoat answered robotically.

“Same,” Indigo Zap agreed.

“Good,” Cinch nodded in smug satisfaction. The rest looked indifferent to her imagined victory. Wow. Forcing kids to continue after risking their lives just to keep your reputation. A herbal roar startled them as another plant monster sprouted. This one was smaller than the rest.

“OH COME ON!” Rainbow Dash yelled. How many are left? One launched at Applejack, whose leg was wrapped with vines when an arrow pierced its eye. They followed the trajectory, revealing Dusk Shine retaking aim once. Several bolts were released. He charged. Trixie tossed him a garden trowel. Dusk Shine caught it as he began his assault. They watched in awe and terror as he dissected the creature and evaded the attacks.

“Should we help?”His classmates wondered where he learned this. Was it his grandmother? But why would Dusk Shine, of all people, need to know that? They refuted that insane theory, settling on Aether implanting these new skills into him.

“Nope,” Luna, Celestia, and Cadance shared a glance. The beast was felled as green blood leaked, broken teeth, and shredded foliage littered around it. Dusk Shine’s hands were stained green again. He turned to them, making them flinch in anticipation.

“Are you alright, Applejack?” Dusk Shine asked, reaching out his hand to the farmgirl.

“I am. Thank you kindly Dusk Shine,” Applejack praised as she took it.

“I’m just returning the favor,” Dusk Shine smiled, making the farm girl blush. “I don’t want Celestia in my case if someone happened to one of her family's oldest allies,” He motioned to the former royal.

“Mhm. . .,” Cadance and Celestia muttered teasingly as his former babysitter took notes.

“What?” Dusk Shine deadpanned with narrowed eyes. Great, Celestia is in on it too!

“She does meet some of your preferences,” Cadance beamed, writing more notes down.

“Like?” Dusk Shine questioned.

“You like them mature, responsible, and shapely,” Luna countered with a teasing smile. Amethyst met Jade before separating with ruby spreading across their features.

“Do you have the facts to back it up?” Dusk Shine debated with crossed arms. They smirked as they leaned in. His face heated while averting their gaze. “Never mind, don’t answer that,” He backtracked before walking off.

“We approve of this!” Celestia and Cadance shouted, making Applejack blush deeper. Her friends gave her teasing remarks.

“We’re not doing this today!” Dusk Shine yelled back before stopping at his teammates. “You’re welcome,” He said, annoyed.

“Oh sorr-”

“Save it. How is this different from all the other times when I swoop in to save the day?” Dusk Shine raised his hand, cutting it short. “Indigo Zap and Sugarcoat,” He called out to the remaining participants.

“Yes,” They stuttered, forcing their bodies to stand at attention as he approached them.

“Don’t fuck up,” Dusk Shine smiled coldly at them. It was unnaturally and drastically unnerving, like a cat playing with its food before devouring it. “You’re the only ones who can give us another three-peat, so don’t mess it up,” His eyes sharpened to an executioner’s blade, and it’s on their necks.

“You got it, Dusk Shine,” Indigo Zap smiled sheepishly as Sugarcoat nodded. He walked away.

“Dusk Shine, wait,” Sunny Flare cried out to him, but he didn’t listen. “Hey, I’m speaking to you!” She snarled, running in front of him and crossing her arms with a glare.

“Does it look like I’m listening?” Dusk Shine responded, lowering his eyelids. He leaned in. “Besides, I don’t listen to bastards,” He whispered with less warmth than liquid nitrogen. Crueler than a show ending a cliffhanger before canceling or going on an indefinite hiatus.

“Do you think you’re better than me?!” Sunny Flare exclaimed, her eyes becoming glassy at his comment. Why would he say that?

“Oh, but I am. Everyone knows it, especially her,” Dusk Shine declared. Her anguished eyes went to her mother, recalling everything she had done for Dusk Shine.

“That’s not,” Sunny Flare stammered before pausing, not wanting to believe it. He’s only a better student. That’s all! Right? She’s her daughter, making it worth something. Right. . .?

“Sunny Flare, when did I ever lie to you?” Dusk Shine informed straightforwardly, raising his brow at her defiance. Her face loosened. He’s right. Dusk Shine has no reason to lie to her. “Maybe Cinch would respect you a little more if you weren’t so damn desperate for her fickle affection,” Dusk Shine scolded harshly, his draconic eyes sliding over to Cinch. He knew the type. Cozy Glow and one of her children. Always eager to please, but they’ll never get anything in return. “There’s nothing you can do to make her love you unconditionally. Everything comes with a price for her,” His voice softened, chiseling away at her arrogant pride, coaxing the daughter to WAKE UP. “If you want my advice, learn to live without her,” Dusk Shine concluded, leaving her with her thoughts.

Live without her.

Those words echoed. Sugarcoat and Sour Sweet dragged the wide-eyed and dazed Sunny Flare away from this mess. Cadance joined in, leaving the CHS principals and Cinch to deal with the rest. CHS students and faculty from the agriculture department led the clean-up.

CPA students muttered to themselves, slowly comprehending the dramatic event. One of them pointed with a shaky finger at Dusk Shine. Several paused as their breath was trapped in their lungs like an iron maiden. Can they breathe? Or are they even allowed to breathe or think? Dusk Shine did some push-ups, did a little breakdance number, and flexed before flipping them off as both CHS principals and Cadance dragged him by the collar with stern expressions.

Celestia, Luna, Cadance, and Dusk Shine minced together. They showed their exhaustion and how the battle left them. Messy hair filled with debris and plant parts. Their sophisticated faces were stained with dirt, grass, chlorophyll-lained blood, and dense bags on their eyes. They winced their filthy clothes, but it was a good thing they had replacements. Dusk Shine gestured to the concession table to get something to eat. The adults countered, pointing him to go to the medical tent. He rolled his eyes and obeyed.

Although the students didn’t see wretched battle-scarred messes. They witnessed the valor of Eqeustria’s last symbols of nobility. Luna and Celestia are the only confirmed remnants of the last Queen of Equestria. CHS was built to create harmony for all 3 tribes. They weren’t going to let overgrown weeds destroy it. Cadance was from one of the branch families, but that didn’t sully the values installed in her. Their respect for her skyrocketed beyond what was already there. She’s in her mid-twenties, yet the Princess of Love battled as hard as her elders with her trusty bat and baseballs.

Then there’s Cinch. The ever-pristine white glove. A dusty, sheathed sword is what the older generations would call her. No sword should be dusty. It’s a tool, a weapon, something meant to be used. To be dusty means to be useless or untested. CPA students frowned, sneered, and gossiped as Cinch gave orders as if she did something. Their principal sat on the throne, safe from danger. At the same time, Cadance, Luna, and Celestia protected their students, including themselves, despite the schools’ tense rivalry.

Whatever respect they had for Cinch dropped to the Hadal Zone. Truthfully, they never had genuine affection for the principal. All they did was be polite and tolerant of her. They focused on Dusk Shine, pacing to the Nurse Redheart. Even he was sick of Cinch’s antics. Paradoxical emotions stormed within them, gazing at the line Dusk Shine marked as he defended them with infernal determination. Fear, intimidation, admiration, gratitude, shame, and guilt. Here are more reasons why he was the Schola Perfecta.

“Hey, where’s Garden Grove,” Fleur De Lis remarked, wondering where the green-haired girl went.

“She’s checking on Dusk Shine,” Cold Forecast mentioned, her eyes following her friend jogging to the medical tent. Garden ignored the bewildered gazes from her classmates as she went to Dusk Shine. He saved her! She could've been plant food had he not wrestled that thing away from her. That should count for something. She paused, waiting at the tent’s entrance. Nurse Redheart and several students were examining Dusk Shine’s vital signs. This was their first time seeing how Aether impacts the human body. Dusk Shine was among the few stable cases.

“Heart rate,” Nurse Redheart ordered.

“72,” One of them replied.

“Blood pressure,” The older woman continued before glancing at the Top student. Dusk Shine is surprisingly cooperative during the assessment. The vast majority of cases were ruthlessly aggressive, but not with him. Maybe Aether impacts certain people differently?

“Normal,” Another answered.

“Temperature,” Redheart asked.

“Above average,” One of them reported with expanded eyes. He’s running a fever, or his body is reacting similarly to one. They didn’t detect any sweat or reddened skin.

Garden Garden ogled Dusk Shine, bewildered at his current form. Bandages wrapped around his limbs and torso to coat his shallow wounds.

“Can we help you?” Nurse Redheart questioned, acknowledging Garden Groove’s presence. The CHS students stood and glared defensively at her. They heard all the jeers and insults they spewed at Dusk Shine.

“I’m . . . just checking up on Dusk Shine,” Garden Grove answered. Dusk Shine raised a brow as he chuckled darkly. That’s a first. The amulet buzzed in agreement. Her steps rattled with anxiety while approaching him. She swiftly and briefly kissed him on the cheek. Dusk Shine’s indifferent to many things at CPA, but this was a shock. “Thanks for saving me,” She announced with a red face before running out of the tent before her friends saw her. Too late! Garden stopped on a dime as beads of cold sweat leaked from her forehead. Fleur De Lis, Cold Forecast, Orange Sherbet, Melon Mint, Frosty Orange, and Diwata Aino had varying expressions. Amusement and indifference were the primary ones. They walked off together.

“O. . .kay,” Dusk Shine muttered with confusion wrapped around his face. His stomach bellowed. “Don’t even start, Dean Cadance,” He declared while standing up.

“Buzzkill,” Cadance pouted. Redheart resumed her documentation before widening her eyes. It was a brief moment, but she knew what she saw. Dusk Shine’s wounds glowed, trailing the length before completely sealing it as if it never happened. Better make a note of that. Dusk Shine, Luna, Celestia, and Cadance were discussing the events at one of the nearby tables. At the same time, he devoured mountains of food and oceans of drinks. They widened their eyes. The women knew his massive appetite, but this was ridiculous! And, of course, Cinch is nowhere to be found. Instead, she’s focusing on coldly intimidating or blackmailing Sugarcoat and Indigo Zap to ensure they comprehend the gravity of their situation.

Dusk Shine didn’t reply to them, at least not verbally. His finger made rhythmic tapping on the aged wood, conveying his dire message. Their stomachs and faces twisted into wrathful disgust as Cinch has been doing to him and Sunny Flare. Cinch isn’t just awful; she’s utterly abysmal. The adults exchanged a determined and knowing glance as Luna placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

She must be stopped!

The remaining Shadow 5 used the brief remission to change into their uniforms. Sour Sweet flexed to ease her aching jaw. Man, Sunset hits hard. At least all of her other injuries were swiftly patched up.

“Hey, Sour Sweet,” Lemon Zest asked, probing lightly for what she was about to ask. “What’s the deal with you and Sunset?” She questioned while putting on her shoes. Sour Sweet frowned deeply, understanding where this was going. “She was fucking pissed at you,” Lemon Zest commented on their earlier brawl. That came out of nothing!

“Gee, you don’t say,” Sour Sweet deadpanned while rolling her eyes. “Tell that to my fucking jaw,” She gestured to her bruised lip.

“She meant with you and Dusk Shine,” Sunny Flare corrected, putting on her coat.

“Yeah, what’s that all about?” Lemon Zest pondered. “Were you two dating or something?” Her question made the archer shudder.

“You can . . . say that,” Sour Sweet hesitated, briefly looking away before putting on her mascara.

“I knew it!” Lemon Zest cheered with dollar signs in her eyes. Indigo Zap and Sugarcoat owe her so much money. “But that was puppy love. Casual. So why did she get so heated?” She continued as that’s the stubborn question. Why was Sunset Shimmer infuriated with her? Sour Sweet didn’t reply, only giving her a glassy-eyed expression with a lovelorn smile. It clicked. “Oh . . .! Oh shit,” Lemon Zest muttered, covering her mouth. They were going steady and probably more. “Did you two . . .” She made a lewd hand gesture.

“No,” Sour Sweet refutes the accusation, wiping her upcoming tears as her face heated. “If things continued, I wouldn’t mind it,” She replied softly with a gentle smile. Truthfully, Sour Sweet missed it all. The stars in his gorgeous eyes when he looked at her. How they used to watch movies together. Her fingers lightly grazed her lips, remembering how they effortlessly glided on each other.

“Oh, I knew people would be pissed if Dusk Shine lost his virginity before them,” Lemon Zest chuckled along with the rest of them. Maybe he already did but never said anything. “Why did you two break up?” She wondered. If they were that serious, then why did they end it?

“I didn’t do it by choice,” Sour Sweet murmured. She wanted to say no, but they didn’t allow her to refuse.

“Who's then?” Lemon Zest questioned.

“My bitch of a mother, that’s who,” Sunny Flare snarled, narrowing her eyes at the needless manipulation of her personal life.

“Why?” Lemon Zest raised a confused brow. Why was Cinch heavily invested in Dusk Shine’s love life?

“She has a weird rivalry with his mother, Twilight Velvet. Both had feelings for his dad, Night Light when they were students, but he chose Twilight,” Sunny Flare elaborated as they made disgusted faces from the reveal. Cinch is doing this as some type of payback. Wait, she's older than them, including Luna and Celestia. She was already the principal, too! Or at least employed at CPA, but Cinch would’ve been incredibly young.

No, that doesn’t make any sense. His parents would’ve been students, yet she had romantic feelings for Night Light. Hopefully, Cinch was an intern during her rivalry with Twilight. Otherwise, this adds an extra disturbing layer.

“Understandable, his dad is hot,” Lemon Zest contributed before focusing on the timeline and potential motivation. “She made them break up so you two can date to make some hyper-genius kids,” She calculated, attempting to piece together the end game. Granted, a child born from Dusk Shine and Sunny Flare would be an academic monster.

“How the fuck should I know?” Sunny Flare crabbed at the insanity of her mother. There’s no point in trying to rationalize the irrational. “I mean,” She paused, collecting her thoughts for the response. “I’m okay with it, but it should be my choice,” Sunny Flare declared. Her mind went to post-CPA as Dusk Shine suggested. She’s free from her mother and Crystal Prep, enjoying life the way she wants. No titanic expectations under pressure that can turn clay into diamond. Sunny Flare is Sunny Flare. Dusk Shine is Dusk Shine. She could see him waving to her, looking handsome as always. Sunny Flare returned the smile as they sat inside a local coffee shop to finally know each other as people.

“So we all think Dusk Shine is hot,” Lemon Zest addressed. She’s putting it out there as they’re all thinking it.

“Basically,” Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet acknowledged.

“Although, I prefer the straight-edged nerd and not this current one,” Lemon Zest winced at how callously aggressive has become. They knew he wasn’t a wimp, but this was too much. She needed the nerd that turns several flavors of red upon being flirted with. “That Aether really fucked him up,” She worried, lowering her headphones to recollect her thoughts.

Maybe that, along with the high-stress situation, made him belligerent.

“And we didn’t make it easier for him,” Sour Sweet worried, gazing at her hand. The image of Dusk Shine refusing it became a core memory for her.

“He should be fine, though,” Lemon Zest claimed, clutching vain hope. “Dusk Shine is stronger what we give him credit for,”

The topic of their conversation walked across the field back to the school. His wounds were dressed, his stomach filled, and he was stripped of his sports clothes. They needed to analyze for further research. Better to be safe than sorry. Dusk Shine fiddled with the amulet; his fingers grew warm against the cold metal. Luna chatted with him albeit briefly as Cinch interrupted again. Spike had to go with Trixie to avoid any more complications regarding Cinch. Funny that her allergic
reaction didn’t kick in?

“Dusk Shine~” He paused, hearing his name. There’s that voice again! A tiny portal opened with a forsaken tolling bell, offering its umbral hand, tendril, or whatever. “You’ve seen and experienced a sample of what Aether can do,” The slithering voice conveyed. “And you’ve wielded it well,” It praised. Dusk Shine blankly gazed into the esoteric abyss. “But that’s only a fraction of your true potential,” It purred, offering way more, pushing the appendage forever. Luna glanced at him from the slightest corner of her eye. Her blood chilled, and her face faulted before running towards Dusk Shine. She didn’t care that she looked like a madwoman. His safety was paramount! Luna protectively wrapped her arms around his shoulder, pulling him back from the portal.

“Back off, hellspawn! You! Will! NOT CLAIM HIM TODAY! OR ANY OTHER DAY!” Several voices boomed in his defense. Night Blaze, Luna, and someone else. Confusion buzzed in Dusk Shine’s brain, attempting to decode this unfamiliar yet familiar voice. He peered around, finding another portal. But this had a brighter hue. Warm, welcoming, and regal. It vanished.

Dusk Shine didn’t recall or care about what Luna said or did after all of that. Maybe she asked him if he was okay. Did she say a prayer of protection over him? Probably. All Dusk Shine knew that he was back inside. Waiting for the final round.

This will determine his fate.

Freedom or trapped for the next several years in that prison.

RELEASE THE MAGIC! Part 1

Author's Note

Hello you wonderful readers. It's finally here. The conclusion of the Friendship Games arc. This took a lot out of me. I had to divide this chapter into 3 parts because it was too long and I would be skimming several parts. Only to make this chapter long that I what I expected. However, I can finally space things out and polish a few ideas here and there. That even things out at least.

RELEASE THE MAGIC! Part 1

Dusk Shine continued to stroll back to the CHS. They told him to get changed. The final match will be within the hour and he needs to be ready. Dusk Shine has to win! No other option. Must win. Get out of Crystal Prep. Enjoy what remains of his youth. This maddening mantra circled in his brain keeping him focused, determined, and fierce. Most importantly, anger. Dusk Shine despised the burning acidic sensation in his chest or mind.

It made him utterly uncomfortable as his senses became overstimulated thanks to the fight-flight response from his sympathetic system. However, that's the only genuine emotion he had towards CPA besides apathy and annoyance. Why do they all always get on his case for the slightest mistake when their entire life starting with their birth was a mistake? Some routinely skip classes to make out. Others don't study but complain when they don't get their desired grade. What the fuck did they expect?! That the teachers will curve their scores just because they're rich.

Fucking idiots.

Although Dusk Shine won't be surprised if Taffy Shade got some calculus answers from her mother. He chuckled dryly. They should be more worried about themselves instead of him. Some of them had skeletons in their closets. Lying to their parents about their grades. Fake friends and relationships. Gossip and rumors. Secret relationships while having a public relationship with someone else. It's amazing how easily he obtained some of his information. Dusk Shine felt rather guilty about the ease of access.

Some told him straight up while complaining about them during his tutoring session. All Dusk Shine did was listen, ask simple questions and allow them to talk. A reliable police interrogation tactic. He thanks his brother for that. Other times Dusk Shine eavesdropped on their conversations while being out of sight or stumbled upon them by pure chance. Like with all good scholars, he recorded his findings. Dusk Shine only had a piece of the puzzle for some CPA students. But that's all he needs. The piece fits well with the right people at the right time.

The amulet cackled, impressed at his ruthless planning. He already planned to do it anyway sometime in the future. And the future is now

Far above in the atmosphere, a satellite beeped and scanned the planet for any Aether blimps. Dusk Shine and the Friendship games made it on their radar. Nurse Redheart chatted with the proper channels for this. She can't risk it. They received the message and focused on Dusk Shine's image. Several people and numbers were called concerning this.

"Yes," An adult woman with a deep scar on her forehead and one of her eyes answered her phone. "Hello Captain," She smiled at her old superior officer. What's the job this time? Another bodyguard job?

"It's Dusk Shine," The elderly woman pleaded.

The scarred woman's eyes widened at the name of her grandson. "Is he in danger?" She narrowed her eyes, mentally preparing for what was happening. Her mind calculated on who was threatening her captain's grandson. Was it Cinch?

"Not yet but please get there," The elderly woman requested, sending over the encrypted files.

"Yes, ma'am. Tempest out," The woman obeyed before hanging up. "Hold on there Dusk Shine," She muttered as she went for her gear.

Sugarcoat and Indigo Zap trudged to their waiting team in the building. Each had a tense expression, sharing a glance at what had happened. They lost. That wasn't good for either of them. It means that CPA lost its iconic lead for the first time in decades. They actually have a chance of losing. During their training, Dusk Shine warned them about this, and they didn't listen.

"Shit," Indigo Zap muttered anxiously as her heart raced. Why did she mess up on the turn?! She had the lead only to be snatched away from Sunset? "Who's going to tell him?" Indigo Zap mentioned. They're going to face off a pissed-off Dusk Shine. Right now, he scares her more than Cinch.

"I'll tell him," Sugarcoat offered, releasing the tension from Indigo's shoulders. She smiled. Her smile vanished as Dusk Shine came into their view. He's waiting for them along with the rest of them. Thankfully, Cinch isn't here.

"Did you win?" Dusk Shine asked coldly. He didn't bother to look at them

"Well, what happened was," Sugarcoat started when his fingers pinched her lips together.

"I didn't ask you all that, Sucrose," Dusk Shine articulated straightforwardly. She always had a motor mouth, but time is of the essence. He wondered if she needed those extra words to fill all that space in her Code Lyoko forehead. "All I asked was a simple yes or no question," He cited before focusing his hollow gaze on Indigo Zap. She gulped. "So, did you win?" Dusk Shine repeated.

"N-no," Indigo Zap choked. He released his pinch, covering his face with a deep parental sigh of disappointment.

"You had one job. A simple request," Dusk Shine belittled, covering his face at their failure. "I completed my portion with the worst possible injury,"

"But you-" Sugarcoat stated her argument.

"Wait, you hear that?" Dusk Shine interrupted, putting a hand to hear. They paused, waiting for whatever Dusk Shine heard. You see how much better things are when you don't talk," he berated, glowering before flicking her forehead. She winced at the sharp, dull, stinging sensation.

"Woah!"

"Oh, I'm the bad guy," Dusk Shine nitpicked, flapping his hands tauntingly. "Sorry for standing up for myself and putting someone's money where their mouth is," He countered, gesturing to Sugarcoat. She's done similar things to others, especially to their competitors and some of their classmates. Oh, but their morals suddenly activate when he does it to them. Fucking bullshit. "If being the villain is the only I can get some damn respect at CPA despite how pointless that it is, I'm ringing Grogar's bell," Dusk Shine declared with a stern frown. His affection for CPA dwindled into non-existence. He wants nothing to do with them anymore and beyond even that. No contact whatsoever. They would still classify him as a CPA graduate, but that's it. No reunions or any news about CPA. He's done!

"Come on, this isn't you," Lemon Zest cajoled gently, attempting to calm him. She can't imagine the storm of emotions he endured from being consumed by those freak plants and storing aether. He's not himself.

Dusk Shine made one of the scariest sounds they've heard. He laughed. It was hollow, devoid of joy and amusement. But there was amusement in his laughter- a mocking, belittling mirth at someone's astute idiocy. They never saw him laugh because, besides that brief snicker a few months ago, he stopped.

"What could you possibly know about me?" Dusk Shine sneered with a disgusted look. She backtracked as he approached her. His body tensed. Eyes sharpened like swords at her. "You only know the surface, what I allowed you to see," He elucidated. How can she claim they do him when they only interact for school? They never cared about his dreams, fears, motivations, or personal life.

"But we're friends, right?" Lemon Zest claimed.

"No, the fuck we ain't," Dusk Shine denied, plunging several knives into her heart. "Our mothers are friends, we're not," He corrected, gesturing between them. "If they weren't friends, would you even talk to me?" Dusk Shine quizzed the green-haired girl. Her stunned silence at all the answers he needed."Sunset and her teammates are friends," He explained, implying the sheer difference between them and the main reason they lost. "I've seen how they talk, interact, and trust each other," He glared lifelessly at them. "I don't trust you guys,"

"Dusk Shine,"

"Relax, it doesn't only apply to you guys," Dusk Shine assured the girls. "I don't even trust my brother, my family, or myself in some cases," He elaborated on his principles but didn't ease their worries. "Too many times we've seen things fail because we're too reliant on basic human decency when self-preservation always takes control," The early unification days were a distraught mess. "Crystal Prep is evidence of that since we value reaching the top over anything else," Dusk Shine seethed before turning his back on them. "Get ready for the final round,"

"Dusk Shine, can we?" Sour Sweet asked gently, pausing. She needed to talk to him.

"Save it," Dusk Shine interjected. "I don't even care anymore," He declared with a quivering lip but didn't allow them to see. However, another part of him called him out on lying to himself.

You do care. You still love and care about her more than you think.

Sour Sweet gazed longingly at Dusk Shine. She wanted to chase after him but couldn't. He needed to decompress after what happened. Getting eaten and experiencing a swift rush of Aether. That'll make anyone agitated. Sour Sweet exhaled painfully, sliding down on a nearby wall. Was this karma? Sunny Flare sat beside her in an attempt to comfort her.

"Hey, were they?" Indigo Zap whispered, gesturing to the two. Given everything that happened between them, it leaves a few questions.

"They're exes," Lemon Zest answered. Honestly, she didn't care about winning the bet. "Cinch forced her to break up with him," She mentioned, making two girls' jaws drop. Cinch was the reason?!

"Shit," Indigo Zap said, covering her mouth in shock. She didn't think Cinch could get any worse, but today is full of surprises.

It's the final event of the games. This has been the most tensely exciting Friendship Games yet. Neither side could have more different attitudes. CHS was excited and motivated, as this was the closest they'd ever been to winning against CPA. They almost won in the ACADEA, but even if that was the only one, it's still an achievement. Then they won in the second round! Victory is within their grasp. They can do this!

CPA had similar notions but kept their poised, snobby attitude. This setback motivated them to do more and claim their pre-destined status as the most elite school in Equestria. Dusk Shine crossed his arms, immune to the excitement, waiting for the games to start. He was behind the Shadow 5 and Cinch, analyzing the amulet's composition while they were chatting. The engravings intrigued him. This amulet can store and release Aether. Dusk Shine has rough schematics about a similar device but with the extra feature of locating Aether. If CHS is a hotspot, there must also be others. This could be his next major research project for his independent study.

"Fighting fair was never an option as CHS has Aether at their disposal, but we do now." Cinch decreed, shifting her eyes to her top student examining the amulet. "Dusk Shine, I know studying Aether has become your interest. Have you considered releasing it?" She suggested.

Dusk Shine paused, snapping his focus to Cinch with a bewildered expression. "What?" He questioned, nervously adjusting his glasses. She can't be serious! Did she see what just happened over an hour ago?! That has to be the stupidest thing anyone has ever said in his lifetime.

"We must fight fire with fire," Cinch announced, viewing the Canterlot High A-team. That has to be why they made such improvements in under a year. "You've used it quite well, as expected of my top student," She added, using the prior incident as the cornerstone of her argument.

"Yes, but that's me. Perhaps I'm an anomaly or something," Dusk Shine predicted, as nobody could handle Aether like he did until today. Was it his genetics, mental state, or something beyond his control? "I can't guarantee the safety of the rest of us," He warned, hoping she'd see reason. It's too risky! "Aether is metaphysical in a way. It doesn't bend to our comprehension as it has a mind of its own," Dusk Shine explained, citing the limited public information about it. "My body, my thoughts, and my emotions were altered. I experienced things I didn't know were possible. Whatever I felt after that plant . . . it wasn't me," He shuddered, remembering that strange voice calling out to him. It wasn't human. Thankfully, Luna saved him from falling into that horrid abyss.

"Fortune greatly favored you today. You're still you and standing proud," Cinch encouraged, ignoring his distress. "We must win unless you have no interest in Everton," She warned with that cruel smile when forcing others to do what she wanted. "Granted, you can do far more at CPA with this along with your peers instead of an independent study," Cinch commented at the 'benefits' of staying as Sunny Flare crossed her arms with a blank expression, looking away.

Something in Dusk Shine snapped.

"Looks like we're both right after all," Night Blaze remarked as Cinch and other CPA students pressured him into releasing the magic. "Listen to her talk. She knew you were an outcast but did nothing to help you," He snarled as she continued her monologue. "You're nothing more than an advertisement to her. Only existing to make her look good," Night Blaze glared as she mentioned all the good students slipped. Why do you think so, Abacus?

"Release the magic,"

"Look at everything, Dusk Shine. They're mocking your reservations, your morals, everything that made you . . . you," Night Blaze gestured to the ominous chorus of his selfish schoolmates. They all knew how dangerous Aether was. It's on par with nuclear energy, but they didn't care, focusing everything on victory at Dusk Shine's expense. "They hated you for no reason, only to cope with their inadequacies, blaming you for everything if things go wrong," His molten voice coaxed Dusk Shine to anger for his unjust treatment. "You can't fight back then, but you can now," Night Blaze said, tapping on the amulet. Dusk Shine gave an anxious-eyed look.

"Release the magic,"

"Yes, Dusk Shine. It's for us to unite and win against them," Night Blaze offered his flaming hand. What do they have to lose by working together?

Dusk Shine never laughed at CPA. Why? It's a cruel place where kindness comes at a premium. They spit in the face of honesty and loyalty. Generosity is a twin-faced lie with a poisoned dagger at the back. The magic of friendship! BULLSHIT!

"I had ENOUGH! If they want me to become a monster so bad, then I'll give them the demon they deserve!" Dusk Shine raged as his eyes ignited with cyan flames. Night Blaze smiled.

"Both teams get ready!"

"What's your answer, Dusk Shine? We're wai-" Cinch demanded before her heart froze and pores leaked. Dusk Shine laughed. It was a maddening laugh designed by the brain to cope with the absurd stress of the situation. Tears rolled down his scholarly features, grabbing the side of his head. He knew it! He fucking knew it! Why did he think or waste his time deluding himself that they had an inkling of basic human decency?!

Those surrounding and pressuring him to release the magic backed away slowly and quietly. Several murmured at this disturbing scene. He's crying. They made Dusk Shine cry. Shame and the fear of punishment from their family loomed upon them. Cadance and Spike painfully observed this exchange and sent it to the proper channels. He wiped his face.

"Fine, I'll do it," Dusk Shine obliged, ripping his suffocating tie off and throwing it away with his head down, avoiding eye contact with a bestial grin. That didn't fill with satisfaction them except Cinch. She reached for him to congratulate him, only to meet with the most terrifying cyan eyes piercing her soul. Cinch backed off with a pallid face. The Shadow 5 had a lingering suspicion that what would happen would go horribly wrong.

The Mane Six were getting themselves ready for the final event. Rainbow Dash was stretching her muscles and joints after that clutch win. Pinkie Pie trembled and blubbered like a cheetah on caffeine.

"Pinkie, are you okay?" Sunset Shimmer asked, as it was not like her to be like this.

"I-I don't know. My Pinkie Sense is freaking out," Pinkie Pie fretted with heavy breaths, rubbing her arms to soothe herself.

"Calm down, sugar cube," Applejack consoled the party lover. Everyone at CHS acknowledges the Pinkie Sense. It doesn't matter how illogical or wacky it is. YOU BETTER LISTEN TO HER!

"I can't!" Pinkie Pie snapped, making them step back in alarm. Her baby blue eyes were wide and frightened. "It's a doozy. A real big doozy," She whimpered, holding herself together at the gnawing terror amplifying in her nerves. It's a horrible experience. Cursed with the perception of future events but helpless to stop it. "But this one is different and not a good one," Pinkie Pie frowned with hysteric tears. That alarmed them. Were they going to lose? No. It has to be something far worse than whatever they can think of.

Sunset received a notification from Dusk Shine. It's a folder containing various PDFs. Why did he send her that at this moment? There's a message attached to it.

"Thanks for everything. I'm sorry," She read the chilling message. What the fuck? This is a random 2am message. Her alarmed eyes met with Trixie's on the benches. She got the same message. Trixie pointed to the approaching Dusk Shine. He's holding the amulet and was going to open it! Sunset and several others knew that Dusk Shine wouldn't do something astronomically dangerous by his own volition. She dashed to him while Trixie jumped from the bleachers to stop him.

Luna's forehead ached sharply, winching at the sudden pain while Celestia gave the announcements explaining the rules. Oh, Dusk Shine sent her something, as did Cadance. Her opal eyes scanned the contents, gradually narrowing them as she continued. Appalled at what she learned.

"Why did they. . .," Luna wondered, shifting her attention to Dusk Shine with the amulet. Her alarmed eyes exploded out of her skull as the forsaken voice whispered in her mind again. She leaped from the stage, dashing to stop him, ignoring the confused looks from bystanders. His nimble hands were on the release switch. Luna wasn't sure if anyone else could see it, but half of his body was engulfed in flames with a horrible smile. She wasn't the only one on this mission. Sunset and Trixie charged from the front, with Spike and Cadance coming from the rear.

"DUSK SHINE NO!" Spike, Sunset, Cadance, Trixie, and Luna yelled as they hurried to stop it while Cinch smiled broadly. Another victory and her long-standing legacy are ensured. They were too late. It opened. Thunderous shockwaves emitted the amulet, summoning a sparking purple orb and knocking everyone within range to the ground. Cinch and Shadow 5 gazed slackly, pondering their world-breaking error. Thunder crashed across the blackened sky. It levitated with otherworldly power bringing Dusk Shine with it. The orb expanded, absorbing one of his arms.

"Help . . . me," Dusk Shine begged as he was being sucked in. His other arm stretched for someone to help him. It burns! Anything caught in the sphere sizzled and ached. Nerves, muscles, bones, and his tears. All burned.

"Keep away from me," Cinch screamed, backing away from Dusk Shine and the vortex as she was closest to him. They gawked at her unnerving refusal. Cinch boasted about how valuable Dusk Shine was to her and her reputation. She wouldn't even risk herself to save him.

"But I am helping you, Dusk Shine," Night Blaze mentioned, calling from the corners of his mind. His voice echoed, getting closer to the center.

"Not like this!" Dusk Shine screamed as the Aether dragged him into its domain. His muscles scorched while being reconstructed into an unknown variable. "It's too much," This was beyond what he encountered during the 2nd round. Was it accumulating all day?

"So you would rather be weak and let them tell you what to do?" Night Blaze raised his brow before gesturing to the terrified CPA students. "After abandoning you as well,"

"No, but," Dusk Shine stammered as he looked away.

"BUT WHAT?!" Night Blaze thundered, his eyes raging with hellfire. "FOR THE LAST TWO PLUS YEARS, THEY IGNORED YOU, BELITTLED YOU, MOCKED YOU, AND NOW SACRIFICING YOU FOR THEIR OWN GOALS!" He exploded, clearly remembering everything they'd done to him. "THEY DON'T HAVE THE POWER ANYMORE!" Night Blaze exclaimed, pausing as his blood boiled. They might never have this chance again. "You do. All you have to do is use it," He encouraged, offering his hand when something tugged their body.

"We got you, Dusk Shine," Sunset Shimmer announced with Trixie, Luna, Celestia, and Cadance. Trixie lassoed a handkerchief rope around his wrist. They were all pulling tight to drag him out of there.

"Sunset," Dusk Shine muttered with gritted teeth as he held on. He lost his glasses but knew they had backup as they gradually pulled him out. Did the Shadow 5 grow a conconcise? Only under the threat of death and public shame. They didn't help him because it was the right thing to do. They only helped him to save their skins. Why can't they treat him like a fucking human for once? Was the threat of reality collapsing the only thing to unlock basic human empathy and decency?

Stygian fury boiled in his chest, wondering why he was not good enough for the slightest crumble of empathy.

"Pull!" Luna ordered, arching her back with a heavy tug. They followed her orders, pulling the rope back with all their might. Progress has gradually been made. She glanced over her shoulder, glaring dangerously at Cinch, remaining as the pristine coward in the back, away from danger. It's official. Dusk Shine can't stay at Crystal Prep anymore. She respected his decisions with a heavy heart, but after everything that occurred today. No more! There's ample room for him and dozens of other CPA students here at Canterlot High, especially for that Sunny Flare girl. Cadance reported what Sunny Flare has suffered under her mother's hands. Frightening whispers echoed, making their heart quaked.

"I am the blazing star, bringing on the eternal night."

"Um, did anyone hear that?" Lemon Zest muttered, hoping it was the rushing gale.

"Yep!" Everyone answered. Dusk Shine was almost free when an onyx tendrils snapped from the orb, latching on his body. They pulled him in, raising them much higher from the ground with some of their legs dangling. Dusk Shine's mind tumbled for a situation. He found one, taking one last calming breath.

"Dusk Shine, no, we got this; just hang on," Sunset pleaded, tears swelling in her eyes at his stern face. She knew what he was planning but won't let it happen. Cyan flames sparked on his arms, setting the rope ablaze and turning it to ash. The rope slacked as they crashed to the ground.

"DUSK SHINE!" Several bellowed as the esoteric sphere consumed him. He screamed. Painfully. Others released laments only the worst emotional turmoil the human brain can decipher. They lost a friend. A brother. A child. A significant other. Nothing can help him now, all because of one awful person.

The sphere darkened into a menacing void, blocking any and all light. Luna arose, clenching her fists as she marched towards Cinch. This is all her fault! Cinch sensed Luna's animosity, raising her hands in surrender while creating distance with a faltering heartbeat. She glanced at Cadance, only for the Dean to glare with cobra venom. No help from Celestia as she joined her sister and Cadance. Same with the Shadow 5 as they attempted to console the wailing Sour Sweet.

Someone spoke.

"I am . . . the Hound of Hades!"

"Gnawing on my bones while coiled in chains to keep myself tame!"

"There's no goodness left"

"Burnt. Stolen. Ignored!"

"I am OBLIVION!"

Was that his voice? It is! Yet it's not. Thunder rumbled and cracked across the blacked sky and howling wind as the sphere shattered revealing Dusk Shine but not their Dusk Shine.

This being flapped with splendid corvid wings. The endless void of space had more light within them. His forehead laid a horn crafted from the foulest balefire reserved for the moral abominations of the living. For the liars, traitors, oathbreakers, tyrants, murderers, false prophets and more. The cyan flames cornered his eyes, marking where his glasses should be. Aether crafted new clothes for him. Dark purple and black were designed for the highest of society's elite with sections covered with elegant armor.

Spike whimpered as Cinch took more steps back with a fearful expression. She wasn't the only one frightened by this unsettling transformation. They froze witnessing the apotheosis of Dusk Shine into this black-winged deity.

"So this is magic and the physical world," Night Blaze remarked, truly experiencing the brisk wind on his face and wings. The natural smells. Cinch's footsteps edged away from him like the coward she always was. Night Blaze can view the world in a clear resolution. Someone he never experienced while in Dusk Shine's body. Well it's still his body but with a few modifications. Night Blaze exhaled and inhaled, placing a hand on his chest. His heartbeat thumped, pumping energizing life blooming ichor through his body.

"I am alive," Night Blaze muttered with a soft chuckle, widening into an ecstatic smirk filled with destructive enjoyment. "I AM ALIVE AND I'M HERE!" He cackled, his hands blazed as he fired magical blasts with reckless abandon. Each blast ripped a hole in the tender fabric of reality unleashing furious gales from the other world. Students shrieked, evading the portals as much as possible while Night Blaze cackled maniacally. They don't know if they could survive in the other world.

The Shadow 5 covered their faces as the wind cut their faces. Their faces paled. By Faust, what have they done? All were at the fickle mercy of a cackling ravenous god. Cinch retreated when her daughter glanced at her.

"Where are you going?!" Sunny Flare accused her mother with a harsh glare for fleeing. Learn to live without her. Dusk Shine's words couldn't have been more right. If he didn't release the magic then Cinch would force her to.

"Away from that monster!" Cinch blurted, pointing judgmentally at Dusk Shine. Sunny Flare's jaw dropped at the baseless accusation. He begged for your help and you did nothing but retreat like a gambler fleeing from debt collectors. "And I suggest you should do the same," She advised without a whiff of shame. "Shadowbolts, get to the buses now!" Cinch ordered, directing the students away from this disaster.

Numerous people sneered at her for this blatant display of spinelessness. Now Cinch wants to be a proper authority figure, guiding students to safety when she's the reason for the cataclysmic. The Shadow 5 shared a glance before dashing in to help CHS.

Some students didn't need to be told twice. They hopped over each other, shoving them out of the way and ignoring them when they were caught in the portals. Personal survival takes priority.

Outrage fueled Night Blaze's fire, watching as the Shadow 5 assisted the CHS students from falling into the portals. WHERE THE FUCK WAS THIS WHEN HE NEEDED IT?! They boasted about crushing CHS but here they are helping them. At least they're attempting to rectify their fuck up. He observed CPA's mad dash to bus with Cinch at the forefront.

Cinch led the way, hoping to get safety first. Keep running and don't look back. It's horror survival logic where you don't have to be the fastest, only faster than the slowest. She ignored the screaming of those left behind. There's nothing she can do. Cinch's aware of the egotistical concept but this was simply pragmatic. She can't save everyone. Really? Not even your own daughter?

Furthermore, Cinch is the principal, the students need a leader after this ordeal. If Cadance, Luna and Celestia want to risk their lives then that's their business. The sidewalk was there. Night Blaze blocked their path with an assassin's grace, flapping his wings and releasing weather-changing winds, halting their escape. They froze like a deer in headlights while some collapsed like dead trees. How did he get ahead of them?!

"Hey where do you think you're going, Principal Abacus Cinch," Night Blaze asked, floating above them as his aura loomed over of weaker resolution fainted with the whites of their eyes revealed to the world. Their brains conquered. Thoughts stopped. "This was what you wanted right?" He mocked with a chaotic smirk, broadly gesturing at everything around them. Haunting winds while frantic screeching from students.

"D-Dusk Shine," Cinch started when he roughly grabbed her shirt.

"Listen," Night Blaze demanded. His piercing gaze was that of an aerial predator "We're not doing things your way anymore," He clarified, taking a pause, allowing to understand the new pecking order. "You. All of you will be listening to what I have to say. Okay," Night Blaze declared, gazing at all of them.

"We're rather die than serve you, you fucking monster," Someone in the crowd boasted foolishly.

"Who the fuck is we?!" A distraught rabble exploded among those who followed Cinch. Did they think this was a story?!

"Dusk Shine, please ignore that. That was completely uncalled for but I can assure you that we can reach a comp-" Cinch fretted, stumbling over previously polished linguistic skills. That interruption obliterated whatever diplomatic option she could've mustered. His face was an unreadable wall, unable to decipher what he was thinking. Cadance was safe. Cinch offered him Sunny Flare as compensation. Her eyes widened, forgetting a key detail. What about her? Dusk Shine had the power in the world, enabling him to do whatever his selfish desires pleased. Her mind went to be an advisor. No! That won't work! Or . . . his desires would be more . . . carnal?

"Fair enough," Night Blaze answered, tossing her away where CPA lies. She screamed as she landed on the ground. His fingers snapped, locating all of CPA back to their seats except the Shadow 5 and Cadance. Why were they safe? Cinch tried to stand but he didn't allow that. Horrified screams echoed across the field as umbral chains bonded them to places. They struggled to escape but a rat gnawing on their trapped leg had better chances than them.

"Dusk Shine please," Cinch begged as she attempted to wiggle her way out of her chains. She faced her students. He's making Cinch watch their expressions as their fates will be her legacy. What's a better and more eternal legacy than another fool believing themselves superior only for them to cost their lives and the lives of others.

Night Blaze's hands shined. His left hand sparked with cyan flames. The first scientific reaction developed by humans igniting their intellectual journey. His right echoed with cosmic superiority, the zenith of scientific research. He joined his hands creating what can only be described as a scorching black hole. A gentle flick launched it. Night Blaze made the singularity travel at a torturously slow pace leaving deep ashen caverns in its wake, forcing them to comprehend what's about to happen.

Each had a range of emotions as they were chained livestock awaiting to be devoured. Hopelessly pleading to him and other higher powers to save them. Others relegated to body-shaking sobs as their lives flashed before their eyes, calling out to their parents and guardians. Every frigid glare, all those snide comments and callous distancing they did to him. A fierce argument erupted among several students with a few focusing on the Shadow 5 blaming them and Cinch for all of this. Summoning the herald of the apocalypse. They conveniently forgot their role in this as well, forcing him to this monster. More remained shellshocked gazing blankly at their imminent destruction. It's a natural disaster. They were caught in the receding tides unable to flee before the tidal wave struck and demolished their bodies. Few closed their eyes, prolonging whatever lingering dignity they had as the winds roared and black hole consumed with burning indifference.

The most unsettling factor about this ordeal is Night Blaze viewing this with a horrifyingly dull expression, resting his face on his knuckles. There's no glee. No long speeches about revenge or payback. Not even a hint of anger. Nothing. Only a nonchalant waiting like he's waiting to order his lunch. This was an experiment for him. What are the limits to the boundless potential of Aether and his imagination?

Night Blaze acknowledged their pleas, their pointless arguments deflecting blame on their part and bewildered silence. Of course, he won't kill them at least the vast majority because that's too simplistic for his taste. If they do perish then Aether can revive them as some myths claimed. An army is required before traveling to this new world. They always called him a freak, monster, demon. Why not give them what they wanted? His nose caught the putrid aroma of their fear and hopelessness. A tingle shot through his body. He narrowed his eyes, searching for the source. Someone's here.

"Stop!" A regal voice thundered, creating a robust aegis to protect the CPA section. They covered their eyes. The aegis held without a scratch, dent, crack, or buckle from the apocalyptic blast. Their bonds evaporated with a shimmering glow. All the portals are closed as well. CPA students collapsed in terror while crying grateful tears. They're alive. But how, why, and who saved them? Their answer came.

As the sun rose again, cracking the perpetual darkness!

Night Blaze turned to the radiant being. "It's you," His eyes narrowed dangerously at her. Her voice must have been from the portal earlier today. She's powerful. The princess was a blinding star fueled by pure magic. They couldn't make out her features, only her figure, crown, and white glowing eyes. Why was she hiding her identity? Was her proper form beyond their comprehension?

"Stop this, Dusk Shine," She demanded gently. The princess hovered, offering an open hand to him. There's no point in fighting.

"My name is Night Blaze, and make me," Night Blaze corrected, challenging this ascended being to stop him. Flames roared and flickered on his hands for the upcoming battle. This is the first time in ages experiencing freedom. He's not relinquishing this!

"So be it," The princess frowned, regretful as this was the only possible outcome. They charged, crashing into each other like supernovas. Is that a sphere? The princess created a protective orb around them, shielding bystanders and the world from their destructive battle. Brief flashes sparked across the sphere before the bottom cracked out with a meteoric crash.

"How long?..." Night Blaze exhaled with a few coughs as he lay in a small crater. His black wings, tattered clothes, and dented armor were a fuzzy mess. Bruises and other injuries sullied his features.

"Around an hour in there while only a few seconds outside," The Princess answered, making everyone's eyes widen. They fought for an hour! "Be silent and rest Dusk Shine," She consoled the young man with a heavenly aura. Nobody should endure this level of trauma, especially at his age. However, she couldn't help being impressed by his skills during their battle. It was one of her more mundane protective spells, but it deserves the highest respect. Dusk Shine only had magic for an hour but made tremendous improvements. Schola Prefecta fits him well. She expected nothing less from her other world equivalent. Pity filled her heart, recalling some of his words and tactics. It's as if he wanted to die. She lowered her eyelids as Dusk Shine's body trembled to remain standing. Poor child.

"Thank you, Your Highness," Cinch's servile, honeyed voice breached her thoughts. Her head bowed with a smile. Sycophant

"Hold your foul tongue, Abacus Cinch," The Princess denounced with a glare that melts lava.

"Excuse me," Cinch stammered, her throat struggling to relax for air. Was she too bold in her approach?

"I know what type of person you are," The Princess broadcasted. Her hair flicked with an overcharged source of magic. Cinch is the two-faced associate who only bows to power and belittles those under them. She can't be trusted. An infection that must be avoided at all costs. Power is her only master. Someone like her will betray anyone and everyone to keep it. Whether it's a soggy cardboard box, a foul cave, or an exquisite palace, they'll do whatever it takes to retain their power. "You have nothing I want. Nothing that I need," Her hands illuminated, demonstrating the tiny apex of her powers.

One hand created baubles of extravagantly lavish gems and precious metals. Cinch's jaw dropped, as she had never seen such luxurious quality in her entire life. The other hand produced a shiny apple. It shifted into a verdant world tree bearing luscious fruits that can't be born on the same tree, and they can't cross-breed.

The princess snapped her fingers, making the valuables and plants disappear. "I refuse to parley or accept any form of it with a twisted individual. Forcing a child to risk his life and this world for a few kilograms of golden plastic," She glowered, looking down at this weak excuse for a principal. "How disgustingly shameful," The Princess enunciated with narrowed eyes.

"But," Cinch puled. There has to be a stance that can convince her.

"But nothing," The Princess interjected, refusing to hear what pathetic excuse this woman could muster. "I've lived too long, fought countless foes, and there's nothing I haven't heard before," She hovered towards the principal, piercing that foul mockery of a soul with a dominating glare. "A bitter harvest is coming for you, Abacus Cinch, as you reap what you sow," The Princess warned cryptically before shifting her focus. "Hm,"

"We're not . . . done here," Night Blaze growled between painful breaths. His palms crackled and buzzed with wildfires, but he could only hold a candle. The Princess raised a brow, impressed with his resolve and commitment. However, this has to stop.

"Harmonious Primus Exlatium," The Princess chanted, moving her hands in an arcane gesture. Her hands glowed violet, raising them to summon six humming jewels. Has he seen them before? They resembled cutie marks. He glanced skywards as they circled him. The glowing intensified and swirling increased, creating a radiant halo.

"Oh fuck," Night Blaze grumbled before manifesting a modest shield. He knew a special move when he saw it. Six glimmering beams shattered his shield like frozen glass, encountering a scalding heat. He endured. This power . . . is incomprehensible as it forced him down. Night Blaze attempted to rise, but the glittering bombardment kept him down. As a blinding explosion erupted, he roared with molten fury, sinking him deeper into the crater.

"It is done," The Princess announced as he lay motionless but alive. Relief washed over before being snatched away. The ground quaked. A stygian miasma jetted from the crater. Their faces paled at the clawed shadowy hand gripping the edge of the ring. Some grabbed their heads, muttering nonsense to keep themselves calm. How much will it take for Dusk Shine to stay down?!

A fallen angel climbed from hell against those who opposed them. His skin has cracked molten rock designed as overlapping scales. Two burning purple-cyan stars settled where his eyes should be. He hunched over like a wild beast as he arched skyward with a hell-forged howl but had no mouth. The ground cracked, and grass burnt under his feet.

"You said it's done," Cinch panicked, covering her ears from the booming howl. Sweat formed on her terrorized features as a searing heat chilled her body. Oh no. He's staring right at her.

"I did," The Princess confirmed, opening a door into the other world. "He's no longer a threat to my world," She glanced nonchalantly, filling them with the previous dread. How can they defeat him?! "You deal with it as it's your mess to clean," Her eyelids lowered, scrutinizing the established principal. It's a constant in her world as well. Those blinded by conceited hubris always cause problems for everyone. They demand that others fix the problems they create while doing nothing to help. "May you have the life you deserve," Cinch's heart paused and dipped into her stomach. The Princess' words offered no solace or betterment for the future. It's a warning or curse even to some people. She alludes to whatever tragedies Cinch endures is rightfully deserved, for better or worse.

Night Blaze bolted towards them with flaming wings and raging excellence. A single beam from her fingers on his forehead crumbled those ashy scales, revealing Dusk Shine as he safely collapsed away from them.

"You're strong, Dusk Shine. I look forward to all the great things you'll do," The Princess smiled as she entered the portal, her striped sapphire hair flickering in the wind before closing.

Sour Sweet and several others sprinted towards Dusk Shine. The Shadow 5 messed up. Truly messed up in ways no one can comprehend. Why were they so stupid?! Why did they have to go along with Cinch? All because they wanted to win. If it wasn't for that princess, they would've been killed or worse. They smiled as Dusk Shine rose, shook, and dusted himself off. He's okay, but his uniform was a mess. Their blood chilled from the overwhelming blazing aura, making them stop.

No.

Something was horribly wrong. Their brains, nerves, or some higher power screamed at them not to move closer. They were in the dragon's den. Malignant waves rhythmically pulsed from his being like a sonar, filling them with a suspenseful dread. The Princess clipped his wings, reminding him of the mortal ground. Yet Dusk Shine still rules above them. They hesitated in a cold sweat and quaking hearts as Dusk Shine surveyed his body. It's remarkably identical to his own but so astronomically different. The flames reforged him into something greater. But how much greater? Time to find out.

He smirked cruelly while clutching his fists. His heaven-shattering roar released a mighty flame pillar from his maw, arching his back like an apex beast dominating a would-be usurper. They covered their faces from the dust gale and blistering heat. Was this the second phase? New emotions flooded his brain, opening unknown possibilities and actions. Things he should've done years ago. He stopped. Calmingly exhaling while opening his arms as he processed these changes. Silence. Everyone waited for something to happen. That was one of the worst feelings anyone can experience. That frigid uncertainty for what's to come.

"Well, that was quite the experience," Cinch announced with a polite smile, straightening her suit while maintaining the impression that she had everything under control. They glowered at the socialite, for this was her fault. How can she act like nothing happened? She paced to him with foolish confidence as her hands clasped behind her back. The princess must have reduced Dusk Shine to more reasonable levels. He always honored his oaths. Victory is hers. "Dusk Shine, would you kindly return to the team so we can restart the games please?" She motioned to the Shadow 5 with a self-assured grin. He didn't answer. "D-Dusk Shine," Cinch asked again. Muscles tightened, forcing her hair to stiffen from the sound of crackling flames.

"Would you kindly shut the fuck up already?" Night Blaze said coldly. His voice echoed with the endless void.

"Excuse me?" Cinch stammered, taking several cowardly steps back. Her face paled and faulted his defiance. No, no, no, no, no, no! This wasn't supposed to happen!

"You heard me," Night Blaze admitted, turning his head with eerie glowing cyan eyes. He still has that flaming horn. "Also, your head is too high," He mentioned coldly, cruelly, and authoritatively, pushing his hair back. Many kneeled and bowed their heads instinctively. Even with all their arrogance, their brains slammed on the self-preservation switch. Broken. Some forced others down to protect them from the dire consequences of their hesitation. CHS gazed in terror, witnessing all of CPA in such a servile state. Some CHS members bowed their heads as well from his supreme decree.

Cinch knelt.

Her stomach hardened to lead as she froze. The sight of the pompous Cinch kneeling so pitifully made the delightful experience of schadenfreude a crisp, refreshing beverage on a brutal summer day. This woman. Abacus Cinch relished in her insidious ways of making submit to her demands. Now, she's kneeling before her prized top student after callously betraying him. Many wanted to smile and mock her but couldn't. It's the circumstance. If this was any other time Cinch gets humiliated and outright humbled by someone, they would have premium front-row seats. Not when some unholy entity asserts its horrible will through a loved one.

"Dusk Shine," Cinch choked out, gazing at him with pleading eyes. She hoped for any shred of mercy. Night Blaze had none. Someone like this doesn't deserve it. "Please," She mumbled with a pallid face and body tremors. So pitiful. Where was all that smugness a few seconds ago? People like Cinch are so superficially hypocritical that it's generic. They live their lives with the concept of 'Rules for thee but not for me.' Everyone obeys their rules and standards while they're the exceptions.

The boss demands 130% of their subordinates and resolute, unfettered loyalty. At the same time, they do nothing while reaping the benefits and giving the absolute minimum. Generals who callously endanger their units while being in grandiose safety. Those preaching dogmatics about the survival of the fittest, operating on cruelty, selfishness, domination, and manipulation, seeing everyone else as pawns. Yet when they're at the slightest disadvantage, encountering someone stronger or about to suffer a fate they routinely inflicted on others. They buckle. Appealing to their values and humanity despite renouncing these 'good' traits.

The merciless always want mercy. Liars desire honesty, traitors crave undying loyalty, corruption demands justice and fairness, and cruelty pleads for forgiveness.

It's nauseating.

Cinch's mind became a scrambling whirlpool where she couldn't grasp the surface. This malicious aura drowned her, filling her lungs as she struggled to breathe. Dusk Shine's hollow gaze haunted her. Cold. Conceited. Devoid of anything that made someone human. A tense single glance knew that he wanted more. What else can he possibly want from her? She's already on her knees! His previous words echoed in her senses as displayed by her students. Cinch's aware of what she must do. She must supplicate.

Each tribe has variants of the supplication pose. It's to beg and plead, demonstrating the absolute sign of humility. Earthfolk had a straightforward variant: down on their knees with clasped hands. No, that won't work. Cinch told herself. Skyborne's militaristic and honor-bound culture had them kneeling with one arm over the knee. Their palms were supine to show they had no weapons. Head lowered, exposing their vulnerable neck for swift, brutal judgment. No, that won't work either. It's typically performed in groups with her at the forefront, along with the Shadow 5. They aren't beside Cinch. Although they're struggling not to kneel with their shaking knees. She gulped. There's only one option. Cinch knew it, along with Night Blaze.

Luxurians had a persistent arrogant demeanor from their supposed higher inherent status. They don't bow or kneel to anyone except those superior to them. That itself is rare. Cinch's situation is also extraordinarily rare. She's a fully grown woman with tremendous achievements and qualifications about to supplicate before someone who can't legally drive a car. But what else can she do? Nobody's coming to help her, especially with the power Night Blaze wields. Cinch's throat clawed and burned with tearing, humiliating resignation. She exhaled while closing her eyes for what she was about to do. It pained her pride to do so in front of CHS, Cadance, and her students. Cinch's pride and elite superiority were the core of her reputation.

Still, she's not foolish enough to let her ego be her death. Too many people in history, including some of her former associates, suffered a debilitating fate because their hubris blinded them. Yes, it's hypocritically cowardly, but it's the smart thing to do in her situation. Hopefully, this can be used in future endeavors.

Luxurians developed their pose from the far-east, adapting to their culture. Cinch pressed her legs, getting into a posh kneeling position with her back straight. Both hands were on her lap as her torso leaned forward. Cinch's movements were methodical, edging with formality. She's an upper-class woman. It's one of the first things she was taught. However, Cinch never anticipated using it in this manner. Her palms were straight, guiding across dirt and grass. She pressed her forehead against the ground, pointing towards him with her slightly angled hands. The position strained her back, but that's the point. Discomfort comes with humility. Sunny Flare, Cadance, Celestia, and Luna stared agape at Cinch. For all the years they've known Cinch for elitist pride, they never thought they would see her like this.

"That's more like it," Night Blaze declared, his cyan eyes glimmering in a sadistic relish. "I'll complete my end of the bargain and win," He added, using this chance to test his body. "So stay there," Night Blaze ordered, using a similar belittling tone. Cinch didn't refute, obeying his order to stay there. Her cowardly heartbeat played a glorious orchestra to his ears.

"Stop it right there!" Indigo Zap shouted. Her eyes narrowed as her muscles tightened. She had to do something about all of this madness. It was several levels of stupidity, but it was better than doing nothing.

"Get out of my way, Indigo," Night Blaze warned, but she didn't listen, getting into a fighting stance. "Listen, I don't want to fight you," He raised his hands to show his sincerity. "The Nerd thinks you're hot, and I don't want to ruin his chances," Night Blaze tapped the side of his head, adding truth to his words. Those words heated her face, making her pause. Dusk Shine thought she was hot? That would explain-What was she thinking? Her mind regained its focus on the primary mission.

"What about I ruin your face instead!" Indigo Zap bellowed, rushing in fist first.

"Indigo, no!" Cadance and Sour Sweet yelled. Night Blaze rolled her eyes as she drew near. He was like a leaf dancing in the wind, evading all her strikes. She gritted her teeth at her inefficiencies. How's he predicting all of her moves?!

"TAKE THIS!" Indigo Zap barked, launching a hook to his face. She smirked when it landed, but all her enjoyment faded in face-paling horror. Night Blaze didn't move or react to the punch. His fist caught her just like when she tested out back in CPA. He stared at her blankly, wondering how she thought that would work. Fearful sweat oozed from her pores as her instincts groaned at her gigantic folly. She's caught in a bear trap with the bear in biting distance.

"My turn," Night Blaze sighed before delivering a thunderous punch. Her face bruised, shutting one of her eyes from the blow. She staggered, but he didn't allow her to rest. He charged. One precise jab in the kidney, making her bowl over and clutching her side in pain. Indigo's body didn't delay the reaction. It immediately warned that she was in danger! Night Blaze brought her face to his sturdy knee. She wobbled as her brain dazed from the impact. His hand grabbed her goggles, tugging them back and snapping them back on her face. A titanic spartan kick in the chest sent her flying.

"Indigo Zap!" The Shadow 5 screamed as she writhed in pain. She couldn't speak, only muttering mumbled answers as she deeply exhaled. They removed her goggles. Her gamboge eyes were wide and unfocused. Nerves overwhelmed with pain, focusing on staying alive. Cadance warned them about fighting Dusk Shine while they were in the weight room. Dirty tactics were their initial thoughts, using his environment and guile to win. No. They saw his movements while fighting those plants. Dusk Shine, Night Blaze, or whoever he was knew where, when, and how to strike. Sour Sweet's earlier words haunted her like an urgent and ignored deadline. He's holding back. Otherwise, that punch could've broken her jaw.

"That's it!" Rainbow Dash barked, snarling at him with gritted teeth. She didn't care if this was Night Blaze or Dusk Shine. He's going down!

"Oh, you're challenging me?" Night Blaze smirked dismissively at her bravery. This should be fun, "Come!" He boldly gestured with a stance, daring her to come forth. She was one of the main aggressors during the Anon disaster. Sunset let her off too easily for his liking.

"AHHHHH!" Rainbow Dash roared as she stormed in. It's an even match. Both were matching strikes and dodges. The CHS cheered for Rainbow Dash, boosting her confidence and motivation. She's going to win for all her friends back in Cloudsdale. Rainbow Dash began to sweat as her situation matched Indigo Zap's. Nothing worked! He crossed his arms, checking his phone while effortlessly dodging her attacks. Did he study her past competitions? She saw an opening, following through with a punch.

"Weak," Night Blaze belittled. He caught her punch without looking before pushing her away and returning his phone to his pocket. She regained her balance, getting back in her stance. Her heart quivered. How? "You call that combat? This is nothing more than a watered-down version for children. Allow me," he sneered, taking off his coat. Rainbow yelled, charging in with a two-step roundhouse. He ducked before storming back in.

The two resumed their fight. Rainbow Dash used her superior speed and agility. Night Blaze predicted that. Rainbow Dash had a tendency for arrogant showboating while performing her athletics. She relied on her lithe body and speed to overwhelm her foes while unleashing a blinding barrage. None of that work! He calculated, predicted, and countered her dramatic movements. Everything! Each of his attacks meets their marks on her body, making a show out of her. All of Rainbow Dash's attacks were in slow motion. He's an elite speedrunner fighting through the same boss fight before going to the next one. This was easy for him. Night Blaze could've ended it without effort with his powers. Wait. Why didn't he?

"Why aren't you using your powers?!" Rainbow Dash demanded, keeping her fists up. This granted her a short break to collect her thoughts and breath. He's tough. Rainbow thought he was an egghead who got a lucky shot on Sunset. She couldn't have been more wrong. Each strike was precisely lethal, targeting vital organs and other weak points. It sapped her strength, making her sloppy, skyrocketing her frustration to new levels. He knew how to fight, but she never saw him compete. Why does he have it in his skillset?!

"You're not worth the effort. I see no point in overexerting myself," Night Blaze scoffed at the excessive waste of power. Her attacks were swift but were pitiful. How can Rainbow Dash expect to hurt, let alone defeat him, when her attacks were nothing but hot air? His laidback words spiked her anger. "Why should Garuda use all his might against a simple rabbit?" He whispered, lowering his eyelids. Garuda, the King of the Birds. He's one of the mightiest deities venerated in Equestrian culture. Although he's more associated with the Griffons, Skybornes always had a close relationship with their eastern neighbors. Is Night Blaze putting himself on the same level? He's insane! Adrenaline raged in her veins as their fight resumed.

They power-grappled with forearms locked. Rainbow Dash struggled to break his grasp as her feet dragged back. She despised being stationary but gave time to think. What can she do? His legs! She used her slender legs to trip him. However, he had another idea. Night Blaze slammed his forehead into her nose with a sickeningly moist crunch. She disengaged, staggering back away from this maniac. Several onlookers groaned at the image and noise.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" Rainbow Dash whined nasally, covering her bruised and bloody nose. A fucking headbutt!

"We're not in a dojo or competition. Nobody is stepping in to stop us," Night Blaze countered as her blood covered his forehead. "This is a fight fight," He announced, cracking his neck to release the tension. "You better attack me, planning to hurt or kill me," His empty, cyan eyes glowed hauntingly like a nocturnal predator finding its prey.

"The fuck," Rainbow Dash whispered, fear overriding her pride as the words echoed in her mind. Kill me?! He can't- He can't be serious.

"Or you can run away. Showing everyone that Ms. Loyalty is a lying coward who's nothing but talk," Night Blaze goaded mockingly, loud enough for the crowd to hear.

"Shut up!" Rainbow Dash thundered with an uppercut. His head shot up, making her smile at this successful attempt. That should shut him up. "WHAT?!" Her heart quivered and trembled at his smirk. Her attack did absolutely nothing to him. Not a scratch. He's amused by her attempt. She froze. He darted towards her. Roughly grabbing her face, lifting the athlete off the ground before slamming back down. Night Blaze's grip remained. He launched her like an old shoe. She tumbled. Dust, grass, and loose dirt covered her skin and jacket.

Rainbow Dash coughed, attempting to get air in her depleted lungs. What's his fighting style? Karate, Boxing/Kick-Boxing, Judo, Jiu-jitsu and Taekwondo. Now wrestling?! Those were the main ones. Most people had one style or two at their age. He had several! So did she, but those are mainly for sports. Dusk Shine was right about this. There's a stark difference. She fights for competitions, trophies, and recognition. He fights to win!

Insecurity claimed her soul, constricting her lungs and accelerating her breathing rate. Was she even as good as she and everyone thought she was? Is she the Rainbow Fraud? Night Blaze didn't want to fight but would finish it if he chose. She crawled away from his haunting, piercing eyes. Rainbow recalled the nature documentaries from class. She's prey at the mercy of a relentless predator, but he's not hunting for sustenance. He's hunting for his ego. Rainbow Dash didn't break her gaze, fearing it would be the end for her if she did. She grabbed a rock and launched it at him. He caught it, crushing it into fine powder.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's not like you," Night Blaze mocked, wiggling his finger. "Since you want me to use my powers, I'll use a little bit," He mocked with a bow as he ignited his hands. The two were surrounded by a purple fiery ring. She panicked, shielding herself from the blazing heat. Something made her stand up.

"What the. . . ?" Rainbow Dash muttered, struggling against the magic, making her put her fists up. For once, she wanted to forfeit. Exit the ring. Throw in the towel. Anything and everything just to get out of this! However, Night Blaze didn't allow it. She forced herself to straighten her posture, getting herself ready for this. It's hopeless in every word's meaning, but she has to do something. Weakened him for the others? Maybe. His smirk widened, displaying his sharp fangs as he jetted to her spot. Rainbow Dash hesitated, taking one step back before returning his charging speed.

Pain.

That's what she felt. Night Blaze mauled her, dominating the fight, if one can even call it that. This was a gladiatorial execution where the gaps of power were vaster than the ocean. She couldn't breathe or think about anything as Night Blaze's bombard didn't grant her that mercy. His attacks were dizzying, precise, and brutal, slipping through the gaps in her defenses. What type of training did he go through?! Who was preparing him, a high-class nerd, to fight like this?! Bystanders attempted to douse the flames, but nothing they did helped. All they can do is watch the outlines in frustrated helplessness.

Rainbow Dash defaulted to defense as it was her only option. His attacks continued, bruising her skin and muscles. That didn't hurt as much as his words. Night Blaze called her out for her past behavior and transgressions. Her arrogance placed others at risk when they needed her. Her cruel pranks. Her wavering resolve when it's time to match her bravado. The hypocrisy she spews about hating bullies only to be one herself.

Get up, Get up, Get up.

Those sadistic words echoed, torturing Rainbow's muscles to keep going. His most devastating words were yet to come. Night Blaze stated that she's no different and fits right in with CPA, forcing him to release the magic if she accepted their offer. Rainbow refuted. It's not true. Night Blaze tilted his head with a raised, amused brow. He didn't speak. That's the worst thing about the entire exchange. No curt mocking laugh or a deadpan reply to counter her answer. He doesn't believe it, nor does she to an extent. Night Blaze advanced in a flash, tightening his fist. He returned Rainbow Dash's uppercut with monstrous inflation. They watched her lithe body soar and crash on the ground as the flames disappeared.

"Come on!"

"Get up, Rainbow Dash"

She can't! The star athlete had nothing left to give. Night Blaze burned and devoured everything, whatever she had and more. He approached her, grabbing her shirt. Cerise glared into Cyan.

"Fuck . . . you," Rainbow Dash choked before spitting on him. He rolled his eyes, wiping away the blood-mixed spittle, ripping a piece of her jacket as a napkin.

"Remember what I said that I was going to bury you,"Night Blaze recalled their prior conversation before the games. "I changed my mind. Instead, I'm going to break you," He declared. Rainbow's blood froze at his lifeless words. Oh no. He's not going . . . he won't! Night Blaze hoisted Rainbow Dash above his head for all to see like a fresh prized kill. This was their champion?! He waited, enabling the dreadful atmosphere to coil and tighten their stomachs and hearts. They can't stop him.

Rainbow Dash bellowed a blood-curdling scream when his knee shattered her back. But she couldn't! The overwhelming blaring experience deactivated her pain receptors, leaving her numb and a rigid corpse as she bounced off his knee. Rainbow Dash wanted to scream, but her brain didn't enable her to, only echoing a silent scream with agape mouth straining in agony. Others screamed in her stead while some covered their eyes.

Night Blaze raised his hand, and a sports drink launched into his palm. He opened and briefly sipped the contents before pouring the rest on Rainbow's head. A reenactment of what she did to Sunset Shimmer.

"Rainbow!" Several CHS soccer and other sports team members rushed in to help their star player. Night Blaze smiled savagely at the new meat for the slaughterhouse, charging into the fray with his horn burning in savage glee. They believed their numbers granted them safety. Night Blaze proved them terribly wrong as he formulated a battle plan. They're attacking in groups, so it's better to thin or disorganize them. He grabbed the first one, leading the charge. A senior student with fiery hair in a faux hawk. One of them called out her name. Spitfire, the captain. He wondered why Skybornes had that hairstyle. Is it more aerodynamic? Never mind.

Cut the throat of the king, but he'll save that for later.

Night Blaze threw her into Soarin, the co-captain from what he recalled. Another swung and missed. Night Blaze countered with an uppercut. He kicked another in the chin. Someone attempted to grab him from behind, but Night Blaze snatched their forearm, flipping them over his shoulder and stomping on their face. Spitfire and Soarin dashed for a pincer movement. Night Blaze blocked their attacks with his forearms. Which one? He pushed them off, kicking Soarin on the side of his knee, messing his balance. Night Blaze evaded Spitfire's kick for his head, but she overextended her leg's length, leaving herself open. He countered, driving his foot square into her groin. Spitfire's orange eyes bulged from the shooting pain, making her double over in the fetal position. Soarin advanced. Night Blaze intercepted the strike using his forearm at the elbow before jumping from another wild swing. A brow raised on the Schola Perfecta's face. Why did he sense more intimate feelings from Soarin regarding Spitfire? He ignored that idea with a quick jab to Soarin's windpipe. He choked, gagged, clutching from the brief loss of oxygen. Night Blaze hammered his fist into Soarin's gut, forcing him on his tip-toes. He painfully ejected spittle and loose air before collapsing on the grass.

It all took under a minute.

The rest of the teams were in the distance. His blood pumped rapidly. His muscles tightened into spring coils. Night Blaze's eyes widened with a sharp inhale. He counter-charged.

"Out of my way!" The top student roared, becoming a tornado of released brutality. Each limb and section of his body became a weapon. His hands grabbed on clothes, hair, arms, or whatever. Kicks, trips, knees! Time accelerated for Night Blaze; this has no complex thoughts or grand stratagems. It's pure instinct. Aether can instantly end this entire brawl. Right hook, jab, and dodge. No! Why grant them that luxury? Bones crashed into flesh as they went flying. Night Blaze and Dusk Shine were strong, but Dusk Shine restricted themselves. Not anymore.

Headbutt.

Block and reversal.

Strike.

His blood raged. Heart roared to the Chaotic cacophony. Night Blaze decimated the flock, clipping their wings and blunting their talons. Bizarre thoughts and memories surged in his mind. What's this?! Reverie? Lavish meals and flavors entered his mouth. Nostalgia for people he hasn't seen before. Echoing voices rang. Some he did recognize, but why? Climatic battles ended his victory as his banner was raised high. Pride, devastation, joy, and many more. WHAT IS THIS?! These aren't his memories, but who could they be? His eyes briefly widened as a tingle emitted from his forehead. The princess. Was she trying to tell him something?

"Holy shit," A CHS student muttered, grabbing the side of their head as Night Blaze continued his onslaught. "He knocked out ten members," Their faces paled as Night Blaze adapted to his opponents, using a mixture of strikes, grapples, and redirections. More students murmured as Night Blaze continued. There's no stopping him. This was Cloudsdale, the sequel for some of them.

"No fucking way," Another CHS student watched Night Blaze pummel Bulk Biceps into the ground before hoisting him up and tossing him to a group of students. They groaned under Bulk's heavy mass.

"He's a monster," A CPA student mumbled. They always believed that Dusk Shine was an unreachable precipice. No matter what they did . . . it was never good enough for their families. Stellar grades, active in clubs, school politics and more. It still wasn't enough. Dusk Shine was finely aged wine while they were cheap dollar store grape juice with a hint of vodka. Many wanted to bring him down so he could experience their pain. Now look at them. Huddled together like herded animals in a factory. Some were still bowing and kneeling to this. This monster. Of their creation.

Some CPA students tried to capture this monster. Night Blaze caught their snobby aroma with a harsh glower. Rage fueled his pounce, grabbing a pair of CPA students by the collars and slamming them to the ground with a crash. The impact stunned them. Night Blaze didn't relent on his assault, delivering more savage blows against his fellow schoolmates. These posh weaklings can't protect themselves from a pack of warheads. What can they do about him? Onlookers winced, covering their eyes as Night Blaze knocked out a tooth from one of them before using their bodies to practice hopscotch. He returned to the mob of CHS students.

"What are they feeding him?" Another mentioned is that he incapacitated Big Mac with a sleeper hold. Quick and efficient. Night Blaze gently enabled the farm boy to lie on the grass. Dusk Shine would've found a kindred spirit in him. Amethyst flashed in his eyes, recalling Applejack's honesty during their match. He must show some mercy. Rarity and others barely held Applejack back. Night Blaze's eyes sharpened at the aura behind but softened at it.

"Dusk Shine," Trixie consoled with buckling knees. What is she doing?! The performer hoped to crack through this exterior and reach Dusk Shine. This Night Blaze had more mature features but a malevolent edge. She couldn't deny his appeal, but this wasn't her Dusk Shine. One of his eyes twitched; his amethyst pupil bounced around and blinked before grunting as he covered it. Trixie's briefly widened. Morse code! An invisible force launched her to Sunset and her team.

"Trixie!" They yelled as they caught her. She wasn't harmed in any way, displaying the amount of restraint he had. Rainbow Dash wished she had gotten a piece of it.

"He's still in there," Trixie shouted, pointing at him with a trickle of hope, explaining what she saw. Dusk Shine's still fighting?! That gives them a mustard seed of change, but it's significantly better than nothing.

Snips and Snails attempted to charge at Night Blaze, but a swift blank glare sent them scurrying. However, he had another idea. His grin grew to malicious delight, clasping his hands together.

Trixie's assistants continued their escape, thinking they needed to change their pants, when a chilling thought grew: Why weren't they moving?

"What's going on?" The two boys fretted when they glanced down, paling their faces. THEY'RE BEING RAISED FROM THE GROUND! They struggled, attempting to swim away from Night Blaze's magical grasp. More students were captured in Night Blaze's spatial conductor mannerisms. This wasn't magic.

It's gravity.

Bystanders could do nothing but watch in horror as Night Blaze cackled thunderously. He's having fun! One of the universe's four fundamental forces became a plaything for him. What can they do?! Sunset Shimmer gazed at the amulet, questioning herself about the possibility before shielding her eyes. Dust swirled, making a vortex where Night Blaze stood. He reversed the planet's grasp on himself, ascending above them all, becoming the vortex's eye. Why should he abide by the laws of science when he can control them?

"So this is the top student of Crystal Prep," A CHS broadcasted with haunted eyes before gulping from an arid throat. "Dusk Shine the Schola Perfecta!" He stood over his victims with blazing cyan eyes. His throne was made of defeated CHS students, a king of cruel origin.

Blood stained his face, fists, and clothing. None of it was his own; that wasn't a possibility. Night Blaze's glowing eyes observed numerous defiant CHS students crowding him as he stepped off the pile. Will they attack him? No. An enduring dreadful hesitation bounded them like caged animals. Night Blaze's hand rose, making them shudder and moan fearfully as they slid back. He closed his eyes, placed a hand on his chest, and calmly exhaled, tempering the dancing fire horn. There's no need to get so excited. Their morale was shattered porcelain without even a hummingbird's courage.

"Get them," Night Blaze gestured for them to retrieve their fallen friends. No one moved, thinking it was a trap. He sighed, folding his arms as he sat down. Is he meditating? One of them pushed their luck and ran towards their friends. Another. Then another. Then another and more. A stream flows around this resilient stone. He honored his word, unlike a particular principal.

Night Blaze turned to the school, analyzing the structure as he calculated where the CPA flag could be. He knew the layout. It was time to use it. Night Blaze crouched into a running start, narrowing his eyes on the objective, and bolted to the entrance. He had a game to win.

Cadance and Luna were the only ones brave enough to sprint toward him. They didn't see that flaming-possessed mockery known as Night Blaze for a moment. They visited the young boy they watched grow up. Excited to learn. Happy to experience life and figuring how it all works together. The one that ecstatically welcomes them with a big hug.

Night Blaze pushed that old image behind him. That person hasn't existed in years and will never return. He shoulder-checked Luna, getting her out of the way. He lowered himself, using his momentum below Cadance's knees. Her eyes widened as she rolled over his body onto the grass. Celestia didn't have a nanosecond to blink or breathe as Night Blaze snatched the clue card from her hand.

"After him now," Cadance ordered, pointing to Dusk Shine with tears in her eyes. Several CPA students, including the Shadow 5, nodded. Indigo Zap arose with lumbering concrete in her system but can still function. Rainbow can't offer her assistance while being checked out by Nurse Redheart and other students. The remaining Mane 6 and other CHS students followed Celestia's orders. CHS didn't want to get involved with them. This was CPA's fault, to begin with. However, they didn't have time to complain. Sour Sweet and Sunset glared at each other.

Sunset narrowed her eyes sharply at Sour Sweet before softening them. Remorse glimmered with her eyes for what happened along with the rest of Shadow 5. Sunset offered her hand, and Sour Sweet took it with Dusk Shine's tie wrapped around her wrist and forearm. This was a collective effort between those who cared about him. Dusk Shine needed their help. Sunset glared at the accursed amulet, placing it in her jacket pocket.

They entered.

RELEASE THE MAGIC Part 2

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RELEASE THE MAGIC! Part 3

Alright we're done with this arc. Thanks to you everyone who've read from the start to finish. Let's end this!

CHS students were buzzing with worry as they provided medical assistance to their classmates. A few CPA students added their support, while most remained where they were after Night Blaze emasculated them. Celestia and Redheart led the relief efforts when shattering glass caught their attention.

“Dusk Shine!” Celestia panicked as he jumped from the window and bounced off the bleachers, narrowly evading CPA students. He shook his head to regain his baring as his forearms and face took most of the damage. Minor cuts leaked blood, but nothing fatal. Aether raged, pushing out the glass shards and healing his wounds.

“Dusk Shine!” Trixie yelled, blitzing at him, but when someone pushed her out of the way.

“Get off of him!” Moon Dancer sneered. She’s sick of all this nonsense.

“Moon Dancer?” Night Blaze questioned as he rose with her help.

“I’m on the reserve team. I’m supposed to help you win the games,” Moon Dancer smiled before turning to CPA. “Unlike these worthless troglodytes,” She snarled, glaring fiercely at their classmates. “ALL THAT TALK ABOUT BEING ELITES ONLY FOR YOU ALL TO BE FUCKING WORTHLESS!” Moon Dancer exploded, gritting her teeth and stomping at their unjust hubris.

She and Dusk Shine were a part of the Gifted Equestrians program. Rigorous studying, specialized classes, and more. They’re the intellectual elites! Not these pompous pay-to-win parasites!

Fleur De Lis sharply whispered, signaling Garden Grove and Cold Forecast to prepare. The two nodded as Fleur ran towards them. She jumped. They used their hands to catapult Fleur De Lis into the air, enabling her to deliver a savage dropkick on one of the CHS students. Her group joined in, fighting and pushing several CHS students away from Night Blaze.

“What the fuck?” He whispered, dumbfounded by their unexpected support. He could’ve understood Moon Dancer, but not Fleur De Lis and her group. He had varying relationships with all of them. Garden Grove was Fleur’s best friend, so she often joined in on the torment. Orange Sherbette and Frosty Orange were more on the positive side. Cold Forecast and Diwata Aino were neutral. Melon Mint was older than them and competed in the last Friendship games.

“What’s the plan, Dusk Shine?” Fleur De Lis asked, tying her lavish hair into a ponytail.

“The first thing is getting through them, but we don’t have the manpower,” Cold Forecast blandly remarked, eying the growing crowd of CHS and CPA students loyal to Cadance.

“Yeah, you do,” The B-Team announced, joining Night Blaze and the others. Mulberry Cascade, Taffy Shade, Lightning Blue, Peacock Plume, Marco Dafoy, Crystal Lullaby, Ginger Owlseye, Said Thunderbolt, and Varsity Trim joined. Many of them were the social elites or children of alums and must maintain the reputation of their status.

Night Blaze took point, staring at the mob of CHS and CPA. Rainbow Dash was incapacitated, leaving Applejack and Sunset to take the lead.

The air stilled. Celestia frowned at the scene. This was the antithesis of everything that the Friendship Games were meant to represent. Students . . . children shouldn’t be fighting like this. It’s supposed to be a fun competition for children. Not the damn Hunger Games.

“Shadowbolts! What do you carry on your backs?!” Night Blaze demanded like a commander motivating his army before the eve of battle. His voice was strong and resonating, displaying that he hadn’t lost the will to fight and win. Cinch raised her brow with a cruel upward turn of her lips. The CPA students neatly formed ranks with their backs upright.

“An enduring legacy of prestigious excellence,” They answered, including the ones standing against him. The students covered their mouths, wondering why they gave an unconscious response.

“What do you hold in your right hand?” Night Blaze continued, raising his right hand. The CPA students stepped forward.

“We hold the tools of ambition, forging our futures with determination and perseverance!” They replied.

“What do you hold in the left?” Night Blaze asked, gesturing with his other hand.

"The key to opportunity, unlocking doors to endless possibilities through our unwavering drive and ambition," They announced, with Moon Dancer taking several steps forward.

“What do you seek in front of you?” Night Blaze declared.

“Victory and domination. We will stop at nothing to crush our adversaries and assert our superiority,” They were ready, narrowing their eyes and tightening their bodies.

“Dusk Shine,” Sunset Shimmer said, marching forward, holding the amulet in her hand and the CHS’s flag in the other. “I’m going to stop you. We’re going to stop with,” She broadcasted with the amulet raised when an amethyst force knocked her back. Night Blaze’s hand flickered. They gawked at him for his action.

“What?” Night Blaze asked defensively. “Did you think I was going to let her transform?” He argued, gesturing to Sunset. This wasn’t a Shonen anime where the villains watched a lengthy transformation sequence and eventually lost. He’s Azula or Andriod 17 right now, using that gap to win. “Let’s just win this already,” Night Blaze grumbled when his eyes snapped forward. He smiled. They covered their eyes at the blinding light.

The fighting stopped before it began as the sun rose again. Sunset Shimmer hovered above them, as did that princess from earlier. She landed right in front of Night Blaze. Everyone scattered the field, allowing these two higher beings to battle. This was between them. Aether remade them using their emotion as a catalyst for their transformation.
Daydream Shimmer.

That was Sunset’s new name in this form. It’s what the Aether told Dusk Shine or Night Blaze. Doesn’t matter. This Daydream Shimmer was gorgeous.

Sunset Shimmer was always an alluring woman to Dusk Shine sans Night Blaze, but this form was phenomenal. Divine golden wings with a horn to match made of Aether. Her regalia was an asymmetrical strapless dress made of warm reddish pinks, radiant gold, and gentle cyan with gladiator-style heels. Her hair flickered like a welcoming dancing flame. A simple crimson gemstone choker. Her upper arm bands were her cutie mark. In her palm was her school’s flag. Daydream Shimmer was a sun deity of redemption and justice, born from the unconditional love of her friends. She was a hero driven to protect them from Dusk Shine. However, she didn’t want to fight him, but it was the only way to save him from the corrupting Aether. Daydream’s face was determinedly conflicted about what she was doing. It had to be done. To save her best friend from this . . .

Night Blaze.

Aether took an identical design philosophy for him but more organic. Whereas Daydream’s wings and horn were made from Aether, Dusk Shine’s were a part of his body. It was. Until that princess from the mirror world appeared, battled him, and reduced him to more grounded levels. Aether still burned bright and faithful in his body as if he was the rightful wielder. This Night Blaze persona usurped control of Dusk Shine’s body, holding steadfast to his oath of claiming victory for CPA. He was a mess. Fighting an entire horde of CHS students and a contingent of students loyal to Dean Cadance, including the Shadow 5. Then proceeded to JUMP from the second-story window and tumble over the bleachers onto the field. He shouldn’t be moving.

But

Dusk Shine was still standing. On the surface, it was admirable, displaying his resolve and duty to his school. That doesn’t denote the immeasurable physical trauma he endured. Broken bones, still bleeding wounds likely from the glass and other sources, and reeked of soot and fire. A crumbled and tattered uniform. Not to mention the sheer mental trauma of all things. Betrayed by his principal, peer pressured, and guilt-tripped to release the magic, he virtually died and was reborn.

He now has a separate entity controlling his body.

This entity and aether changed his body, reducing it to mere aesthetic choices. His skin was a darker purple. His hair became wilder and spiker while moving like a stubborn fire. His eyes were draconic, a luminously haunting cyan focused on winning. He held his school’s flag in his palm as well. Unfortunately, Dusk Shine didn’t have the luxury of being remade from the love of his schoolmates.

No.

Dusk Shine , no, Night Blaze was a being of rage, vengeance, egotism, and anguish. A monster CPA they help create. Both wanted to say something but words are meaningless in this situation. She swore that a piece of Dusk Shine remained in his eyes. They didn’t want this to happen. This was supposed to be a fun event between schools. Not this. However, that’s how life goes. You can’t always get what you want and must deal with it.

Neither said a word before blitzing in a flash. Their school observed two stars dancing and dueling around them. The sky cracked and thundered from each magical blow. They could only keep up because of the colors—purple for Dusk Shine and Crimson for Sunset Shimmer. What boggled the most is that it’s evenly matched, slightly edging in Dusk Shine’s favor. How is that possible?! Sunset has more magic, and Dusk Shine is exhausted. It should’ve been one-sided. Eh, power scalers. Being stronger doesn’t always mean better. Neither does this + that = that. Although it’s a logical assumption but, that’s not how a fight or battle works.

Sunset has more magic, but she’s using it predictably and doesn’t flow as easily. Dusk Shine, on the other hand, his magic is more refined and potent despite the diminished reserves. Furthermore, his mind and creativity enable him to exploit Aether’s potential further. The last thing people often overlook is mindset, personality, and motivations. Dusk Shine has that killer edge. The will to win. His analytical and ruthless thinking process. He’s not dying to win; he’s risking death to win, opening his mind and throwing caution into the wind, allowing him to do things he won’t normally do. Dusk Shine knows how to fight and is willing to fight dirty.

The two continued their aerial duel. A wrathful dragon against a guardian phoenix. Sunset kept her distance, firing off magic beams. Dusk Shine didn’t fly traditionally, making more of an advanced levitation. His lithe body was covered in a glowing amethyst aura. He jetted towards her, calculating the distances, speed, and dimensions of his body to evade her attacks. Sunset readied her body as he drew near with his fist for a strike. He vanished. Her eyes widened.

Where did he go? She frantically searched for Dusk Shine. “AH!” Sunset yelped from the sudden grip on her ankle. Dusk Shine tightened his hold on her, flipping her over, and flung Sunset with all his might in a bestial roar. He unleashed several fiery blasts for good measure. She barely summoned a shield to block the attack as she crashed and rolled on the ground. Sunset brushed the dust off of her when several hands grabbed her.

“Get the hell off of me,” She yelled, struggling to push them off her. Aether can easily solve that problem but she can’t risk it.

“Hold her down; we got this, Dusk Shine,” Lighting Blue announced, giving their top student a thumbs up as they crowded her. His blood spiked at the scene.

“GET YOUR FILTHY FUCKING HANDS AWAY FROM HER!” Night Blaze roared, teleporting to their location like an angry god, crushing the earth beneath his feet. How dare they touch her!? In a flash, he slammed his fist into Lighting’s face with such force he flipped, coating Dusk Shine’s fist with blood from this broken nose. Dusk Shine covered him in Aether and telekinetically rocketed him into a trio of CPA students. He charged, outstretching his arms, delivering a savage double lariat toward Ginger Owleye and Taffy Shade as they shrieked from the impact. Were they from Cinch’s and Cadance’s faction? Irrelevant. They dared to interrupt their duel! Cadance, Luna, Celestia, Spike, the Main 6, the Shadow 5, and countless others watched him demolish his classmates. Headbutts, punches, kicks, knee and elbow strikes. All were used. Some would view this scene as cathartic. Did they honestly believe they could get into Dusk Shine’s good graces after treating him like a hot dogshit?

“Holy shit,” Someone muttered in abject horror. A crowd of battered CPA students lay at Dusk Shine’s feet like a colony of dead ants. He unleashed a tower of purple flame skyward from his maw while roaring a battle cry. They covered their ears as the ground rumbled beneath them. Was it out of victory or anguish?

Night Blaze turned to Sunset; her body shuddered as her heart nearly exploded out of her chest. “Get up,” He said softly.

“What?” Sunset Shimmer asked, fumbling over her words. What more does he want?!

“I said get up,” Night Blaze repeated, taking a more aggressive tone. “There’s only one way that this can Sunset Shimmer,” He held up a finger. “One of us could no longer fight or when the Aether leaves our bodies,” His robotic face chilled her to the core.

“Dusk Shine,” Sunset Shimmer pleaded as she struggled to stand. Man, that shit hurts.

“We’re the top students; we both must win for our schools. I’m not giving up so easily. Not even for you,” Night Blaze whispered. Thunder boomed from the sky as clouds began to form.

“Rain?” Applejack smelled the air. They weren’t supposed to have rain for another week. Did she do the laundry?

“NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!” Dusk Shine denounced these actions with a booming voice while shaking his head, nearly pulling his hair out. They shrunk from this refusal. “YOU AS WELL, FAUST!” He bellowed at the sky. Why now of all times?! “FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE, YOU’VE GIVEN ME SOME TYPE OF HELL! MY BITCH OF AN AUNT! BETRAYED BY THOSE I USED TO CALL FRIENDS! ISOLATED BY SOMETHING I CAN’T CONTROL! TURNED INTO A SCAPEGOAT FOR A BUNCH OF PARASITIC FUCK-MOTHERING GILDED CUNTS WHO’RE TOO FUCKING WEAK TO DO ANYTHING THEMSELVES!” Dusk Shine ranted, listing off the tragedies in this life. He motioned to his schoolmates as CHS glared at them in disgust. They shamefully avoided their stinging looks. Is this how they treated their top student? At least with Sunset Shimmer, she was a bully but with Dusk Shine. He was innocent. Their ire against him was childish, petty, and pathetic. Cinch remained silent

“I don’t care anymore,” Dusk Shine muttered as if he wanted to cry. Thunder and lightning crackled in response. He gritted his teeth and glared with unrestricted venom and indignation. “I DON’T CARE IF I DIE AND YOU SENT ME STRAIGHT TARTARUS AFTER THIS!” His body exploded with flaming Aether, regaining his obsidian raven wings in a fiery matter. The ground crackled and burned under his feet. Many took cover at this unworldly power. How much does he have?! “IF YOU HAVE ANY BARE BASIC HUMAN LOVE AND DECENCY!” He requested, taking a few exhales to calm himself. “Please . . .” Dusk Shine beseeched, his lip quivered as he whispered. “DON’T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!” He thundered, breaking several windows as the clouds disappeared. Whatever heavenly was up there listened to him.

Sunset read Dusk Shine’s tormented thoughts. Their eyes meet, raising their glowing hands. Dark purple rays clashed with golden crimson beams. Sunset grunted as her heels dragged into the ground while being pushed back. It’s too much. She ducked under the blast as she fumbled for any ideas.

“Dusk Shine!” Spike pleaded, making Dusk Shine look in his worried eyes. Memories flooded as all of their good times settled in his brain.

“Spike?” Dusk Shine blinked owlishly at his pet, grabbing his head as his eyes turned purple again. What is he doing?

“Get your fucking head in the game nerd!” Night Blaze demanded, his cyan eyes flashing again. His body convulsed, fighting at this entity.

“No!” Dusk Shine struggled, restricting his body as best he could. They watched this dreadful exchange as the two personalities battled for control. He rapidly vanished as if he was fighting. “Sunset, hurry! I . . . can’t . . . hold him . . . for long,” Dusk Shine grunted, tugging on the back of his shirt.

“But,” Sunset fretted.

“DO IT!” Dusk Shine commanded, losing his mind’s anchor. Sunset nodded, bolting to his position, firing him a full-powered golden beam. It pained her to see him tumbling away into the statue, cracking it. Sunset galloped to his still body, and hearing him groan painfully eased her spirit. She glanced at his empty hands. Where’s his flag? Her eyes focused on Moon Dancer, running towards the stage. Sunset shook her head before flying over to Moon Dancer.

Moon Dancer snatched the flag from the ground while Sunset Shimmer was distracted. She’s on the reserve team. It’s her job to fill the gaps, ensuring they win. Everyone else besides Dusk Shine was fucking useless. All they did was sit and reap the benefits while she was willing to join him in the fight. He’s down and probably out but Moon Dancer won’t let his efforts spoil. THEY WERE GOING TO WIN! No. She’s going to win for Dusk Shine. A golden light hovered before her.

“Hand it over, Moon Dancer,” Sunset Shimmer sternly requested with an opened palm, making her flinch. It’s over. Dusk Shine regained control from this Night Blaze. He’s knocked out, but he’s okay for the moment. Moon Dancer hesitated. What can she do? She can’t surrender in front of her classmates after everything Dusk Shine did. Someone decided for her.

“You missed,” An articulated molten voice taunted. Sunset’s heart dropped at his voice. HOW MANY PHASES THIS BOSS FIGHT HAVE?! Dusk Shine arose, his eyes flickering with smoldering Aether. How?! She blasted him square in the face. A section of his face returned to his typical hue. He didn’t allow Sunset to ask before rocketing her back several meters with a blast.

“Dusk Shine,” Moon Dancer worried about his state when he grabbed the flag from her.

“I solved the equation! My formula will give us the WIN!” Night Blaze claimed with a false prophet's madness with a wild grin threatening to rip his face. His eyes were widened and bloodshot, clinging to his insane theories. He grunted and blitzed towards Sunset Shimmer, leaving his footprints on the ground. Moon Dancer covered her face from the shockwave. Sunset fired streams of magical beams at the rushing Night Blaze. “1, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13!” He dodged and countered every one of them. “I CAN READ IT NOW! THAT MAGNIFICENT SCORE OF YOURS!” HE CAN SEE EVERYTHING! The charts, graphs, angles, formulas, and more!

“What the fuck do you mean?!” Sunset demanded, bewildered by his statement, continuing her bombardment. First, it was math; now, it’s music. Shit, he’s getting close. Sunset Shimmer needed help against Dusk Shine. Victory slipped from their grasp numerous times. Whether it was the Aether or his innate determination and rage-fueled malice against his schoolmates that kept him going.

Cadance shut her eyes with a painful sigh. “I’m sorry, Dusk Shine,” She muttered as she picked up a baseball bat, tossing several balls in the air before launching them at Dusk Shine. Others followed, using tennis balls, soccer balls, and footballs to break his stride or focus. Dusk Shine adjusted his movements to evade the swarm of projectiles

“Don’t sit on your asses! Stop them!” Moon Dancer barked, rushing over to them. Fleur De Lis and her group were right behind her. They prepared themselves for a fight and were going to get it. Moon Dancer tackled Trixie, resuming their earlier scrap. Fleur De Lis and Rarity. And so on. They got the fight they desired.

That brief distraction allowed Dusk Shine to reach Sunset. She didn’t retreat from his aggressive advance, jetting towards him with equal force. Time slowed, unleashing their battle roars. Everything rested on this.

“COME ON!” Dusk Shine’s face morphs into a burning mask, howling with draconic wrath and determination. He’s the Schola Perfecta! This victory will be his!

“FINE!”Sunset Shimmer was the guardian Valkyrie in this final clash. She didn’t care about winning! They can end in a total loss. Her old self would have cared, valuing victory at any cost. Now, she fights for friends. Dusk Shine is her friend. She’ll help him just like how he helped her. Their flags were swords in this final battle. Two ceaseless roaring galaxies clashed for domination in this battle. Each strike resulted in a clanking blazing shockwave. No words were uttered. Only the very last bit of strength they can muster. Adrenaline spiked. Muscles ached, begging for them to stop. They can’t. It's a war of attrition!

Dusk Shine knocked Sunset back before lunging at her. She narrowed her eyes, readying herself for attack only for Pinkie Pie to take his place.

“Pinkie?!” Sunset Shimmer hesitated, stepping back from her. How did she get here? Sunset turned. Did Dusk Shine teleport to the stage? That split-second distraction was all he needed. Dusk Shine swapped back with Pinkie Pie, slamming his flag into Sunset’s midsection, knocking the air out of her.

“Oh, that’s dirty!” Indigo Zap complained about the tactic. Pinkie Pie was safe, wanting to do that again.

“Oh, you’re one to talk,” Rarity sneered at her hypocrisy. Hopefully, Dusk Shine knocked some sense back into her. She and CHS were still hostile towards CPA for causing this situation. They’ll make their disdain known later.

Sunset coughed, rubbing her midsection from the strike. Dusk Shine pounced, readying his fist for the attack. She raised her hand, summoning a crystalline barrier to protect her. Gensority.

“What?!” Dusk Shine exclaimed as his fist shattered the barrier. She vanished in a flash. Loyalty. Dusk Shine honed his senses when something punched him in the face. A golden streak blitzed around him, delivering a series of attacks, and he staggered to defend himself.

“I think she got this!” Someone cheered. More blows came his way. Dusk Shine calmed his mind, calculating and analyzing the situation. What’s among the most important things when it comes to research? Patterns and timing! Sunset came from the right for a haymaker, only for Dusk Shine to block it, ushering shockwaves from the defense.

“Are you kidding me?!” Sunset thundered before blinking away. She accelerated her speed.

Sunset repeated her attacks only to be met with the same result. Dusk Shine figured it out! She launched a flying kick his way. He sidestepped, grabbed her by the neck and threw her back in his direction. Her heels dragged. Dusk Shine stepped towards her, pausing at the sly smile. He gazed around and widened his eyes. There’s MULTIPLE SUNSETS?! Laughter. They swarmed him like a horde of ants and bees. This can be a dream for some people. Multiple copies of a beautiful woman, but this isn’t one of those times. Dusk Shine attempted to evade them all, but there were too many. One of them has to be the real Sunset Shimmer. He clasped his hands.

“Ignis Agni!” Dusk Shine chanted as his body was illuminated in a fiery explosion. It’s one of his main spells during his OnO campaigns when he played with Shining Armor and his friends. All the other Sunsets burned to ashes except one. The real one was hiding far above him. She started gobsmacked at the flames as he stood at the center. “You can’t hide from that easily,” He taunted with a smirk when the ground cracked for waves of vines and roots charged at him. Honesty. Dusk Shine’s footwork and movement would make Tarzan proud as he ascended to Sunset’s position. A tendril smacked him back to the ground before anything could’ve been done. He used Aether to ease his descent. His cyan eye acknowledged the massive flock of burning avian projectiles. Kindness.

“We need to run,” They panicked as the phoenix illuminated the area. The fighting stopped between the three factions. Their bodies heated as they wiped the sweat and dirt from their faces.

“Hold it,” Dusk Shine commanded, raising his hand as they paused. Their faces paled at the incoming barrage. “You’re under my protection. There are a few things greater than that,” He declared, rotating his shoulders to ease his body and joining his hands. Power surged through Dusk Shine’s body as the glowing flock approached. He grunted, emitting a shockwave. Scores of the flock disappeared from his surmounting power. Both representatives unleashed the apex of their powers against the other. It’s how they show their respect. They knew each other for years, lighting the fire and pushing them to newer and brighter heights. Dusk Shine roared. Sunset shrieked. Until they had nothing left.

Sunset’s magic depleted, removing her wings as she landed on the physical earth. Dusk Shine heaved, wiping his bloody nose. The top students faced each other. They battled against each other for what felt like hours. Bruises, cuts, scars, dirt, and blood stained their ascended forms. Both were exhausted but couldn’t surrender, not like this. They didn’t know how much time they had left, so they had better make it count.

Their auras flared once more. Dusk Shine the amethyst flame of raging twilight vs. Sunset Shimmer the rising sun of redemption. Everything rides on this final moment. One attack. The stars clashed, illuminating the sky as bystanders shielded their visions. They waited for the dust to settle. Who won?

Dusk Shine stood above a defeated Sunset, now in her base human form. His face softened, brushing her messy hair out of the way. Sunset groaned weakly, opening her eyes and seeing him again. She lost. He raised his hands, gently floating her body to Trixie and Sunset’s friends. She’s one of the most influential people to him. It’s the least he can do.

"DUSK SHINE! DUSK SHINE! DUSK SHINE!" His classmates, or at least Cinch’s supporters, cheered him on for probably the first time.

Cinch smirked coldly at Luna, Celestia, and Cinch. They lost. She has won again. Was there any doubt about this predictable outcome? Everything's coming together better than she hoped. She must reward Dusk Shine after this, but only after a swift disciplinary action.

“Dusk Shine, please,” Sunset Shimmer begged, looking at him with those brilliant cyan eyes, reaching for him.

“I am sorry, Sunset Shimmer. I can’t do that, not even for you,” Dusk Shine rejected her request as he dragged his body to the stage. Just a few more meters. It’ll all be over. That’s what he thought. But, of course, hardly anything goes according to plan. Dusk Shine’s body jolted. Someone’s coming after him from the left. He vanished in a purple blink to avoid the attack.

It’s Luna! Her solemn face stared at him. This was top of the list of all the things she didn’t want to do. She carried the weight of a reluctant parent disciplining their wayward child, preventing them from going on a horrible path. Luna was his Consul. She’s basically a second mother to him when Velvet’s not around. It’s her responsibility to craft Dusk Shine into an upstanding citizen. She and others made him a pillar of discipline, commitment, determination, and morality. Luna wasn’t going to stop now. No matter how much it pains her to do this.

The Nocturnal children battled similarly to himself and Rainbow Dash. This spar was slower-paced and calculated. Celestia joined in. The Celestial sisters tag-teamed against Dusk Shine, but he still held firm. Their main goal was to exhaust and later restrain him until help arrived. One dominated the offensive, keeping him distracted and leaving the other to restrain him. The CHS students didn’t know that their principals could move like that. They watched a choreographed action scene with grappling, shoves, flips, and advanced moves only professionals can do. His palms glowed, pushing the sisters away. He breathed to collect his thoughts, but that was all Cadance needed.

“Get off of me, Cadance,” Dusk Shine grunted, struggling against his former babysitter. She held him as lovingly tight as she could. Cadance wanted all of this to stop. Please just stop. He grabbed her arm, flipping her over his shoulder before pouncing towards the stage. No more distractions.

“Um, excuse me, do you mind if I hold you down,” Fluttershy humbly requested with a beam, followed by a brief silence. He stared blankly at her.

“. . . What?” Dusk Shine deadpanned. She should at least take him to dinner and a movie first.

“DOGPILE!” Pinkie Pie yelled, jumping on his back. He freaked out as he floundered around to shake the entertainer off. More joined the heap, taking his arms and legs. The remaining Mane 6, the Shadow 5, members of the CHS’s B-team, Luna, Celestia, and Candace. Even Vinyl and Pixel got involved. Applejack dominated the weight class, using that homegrown country strength, bearing Dusk Shine down.

It wasn’t enough.

“WHAT?!” He moved. Slowly, with lead-filled bones, moving each step with a heavy crack. Their hearts quaked as they played tug of war with his limbs. He’s a trapped animal, content with sacrificing his limbs to escape and win.

“Luna!” Celestia exclaimed, glaring at her younger sister. She knew this was her doing.

“Sorry for ensuring he doesn’t skip leg day,” Luna refuted. She won several awards on the CHS’s weightlifting team in their youth. Luna ensured that his mind was sharper than steel and enduring as adamantium. It worked too well. Dusk Shine used what little Aether he had remaining to create a shockwave, blasting them off him. Several groaned from being launched away. His single-minded goal kept him alert, limping to the stage. Almost there.

“Dusk Shine, please, we don’t want to hurt you,” Sugarcoat requested as they stood up. He paused.

“You’re two years too late,” Dusk Shine sneered, glaring over his shoulder. For two fucking years, they treated him like a living answer key, only acknowledging him when they wanted answers or an A for their assignment. Now?! Now they don’t want to hurt him! Funny how a near-death experience and a victim fighting back can jolt the brain into realizing one’s falls.

“Then let us help you now. We promise everything will be better after this,” Sour Sweet started as others nodded. She took the lead, cautiously moving towards him. Sour Sweet hurt him the most out of the student body. It’s up to her to make amends.

“Help me?” Dusk Shine repeated, titling his head as his shoulders hiked; his voice was low and seethed with disgust. One of his eyes roared as his features darkened menacingly. They backtracked, and terror spread out their bodies in a cold sweat. His aura manifested into an apocalyptic beast, glowering with immeasurable hate. This wasn’t good. “HELP ME?!” He barked, his hand ablaze, and stabbed himself in the shoulder. They gasped. The same shoulder where Moon Dancer shot him and Sour Sweet repaired. “I . . . WOULD RATHER DIE . . . THAN ACCEPT THE HELP!” His rage skyrocketed as he stomped towards Sour Sweet. After what they did to him?! “FROM! THE! LIKES OF YOU!” Angry tears leaked from his amethyst eyes as he raised his fist. Terror scared their faces. Dusk Shine’s fist was overcharged with Aether and slammed into the earth.

Everything became blurry in a blinding purple flash.

Sire’s Hollow was in a frenzy. Citizens exited their buildings and homes to witness a burning pinkish-amethyst star in the sky. Students gazed out at the window, murmuring at what it was. They were scared but also intrigued by this phenomenon. Starlight ogled with a hopeful and blank expression. She cracked a lucid smile as the star burned so beautifully. It’s him. Starlight darted out of the classroom. She had to see it. He has to know she hears him and she’s coming to find him.

“Starlight, where are you going?” Sugar Belle asked. Her other friends wondered the same thing and followed her.

Starlight Glimmer didn’t stop, running past other students and teachers in their small school. Her friends chased after her. Firelight was giving a sermon in the town square while Stellar Flare countered, leading to one of their classic arguments. He pointed to one of the hills for Starlight. She beamed, pushing her body further to her destination. It’s a popular spot for stargazers. Her pace slowed as the path got steeper. She must see it with her own eyes. Everything would be so perfect once they met. An unstoppable epic duo. Just wait a little longer.

“Dusk Shine, I can hear you,” Starlight breathed, her body ached from the dramatic physical feat. Chilly mountain air cut her unprotected skin as she went higher. Starlight didn’t care. She’s almost there. The wind fluffed her hair as she hurried to the spot. She’s here, falling to her knees. A broad maniac grin broke on her purple features, opening her arms to welcome him. “I CAN HEAR YOU!”

Tempest gazed at the celestial object, narrowing her eyes. Her forehead burned with a foul familiarity. This isn’t good. These Aether levels have terrifyingly exceeded their prior knowledge of it. She revved her motorcycle, accelerating it to CHS with haste. Friendship Games are today. An ambulance was called in, adding reassuring bulk to her journey.
“Hold on, Dusk Shine. I’m almost there,” Tempest muttered as she entered a school zone.

They shielded themselves from the impending conflagration, but nothing happened. All the injured students found themselves in optimal health. No aches, pains, or stiffness. Rainbow Dash found herself free from that disabling sensation in her spine. She tested with a few jumps. In fact, she found herself in better condition. The windows were rebuilt as well. They gazed at the exhausted Dusk Shine. He healed them and rebuilt the landscape. Why? Was it an act of mercy or redemption? He’s the only one barring any sort of damage. Did someone call the ambulance or something? Hopefully, someone did because he needs one.

“Trixie, can you watch Flurry for me?” Dusk Shine spoke normally for the first time since he released the magic. His flaming horn vanished; only Dusk Shine himself remained. “I don’t think I can make it this week,” He gazed weakly at the magician. His vision was blurry, but he recognized that whitish-blue hair anywhere. Flurry loves Trixie. She’s her Cadance in this case.

“Dusk Shine, no,” Trixie sobbed quietly. This isn’t how the show is supposed to end!

“Sunset Shimmer. The same thing for you with Spike. I already sent you the information,” Dusk Shine continued. Her heart sank at the reveal. Please no. “Thanks for my friends,” He smiled brightly as best he could at the pair. His smile was weak, barely holding onto dwindling strength. “And,” He whispered. His heartbeat slowed. Vision foggy. Not much time left. He couldn’t tell where he was looking anymore. “Thanks for letting me know what it’s like to be,” Dusk Shine hesitated, tears flowing from his eyes. The ground swayed and wobbled under his feet. Everything . . . going . . . dark. Why can’t he say it? He didn’t need to say it. Sunset or Sour Sweet already knows the words by looking into his eyes.

Dusk Shine’s body was on a ship, surrendering to the rocking waves. Is he on the ferryman’s boat? His face fell, going blank as he tried to stand. He can’t. Several yelled his name, but he didn’t hear it. His body was doing something it should’ve done a long time ago.

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Author's Note

Fun Fact/Trivia: During the beta phase of the story, when I tried to write the story without magic. I know that was dumb. Cinch forced/blackmailed Dusk Shine into taking a type of steroid pill. That idea inspired Dusk Shine's/Night Blaze's initial rampage and later scenes.

I'll keep the steroid idea for future plots and ideas later

Epilogue

We've reached the ending, guys. No, this isn't the final end of the story but the Friendship Games arc. I'm dividing the story into several stories based on the movies and specials. Is the next story going to follow Camp Everfree? NOPE! We're heading to Rainbow Rocks, meaning
we'll meet the DAZZLINGS! The fan-favorite villains

I'm stuck between the next stort's title, either Crystal Prison: Siren Song or Dazzling Retribution. Thanks for sticking with me and this story over the years

Dusk Shine collapsed on the reformed soft grass. He’s no longer the rampaging monster. Nor the wrathful deity. Just a boy. Exhausted from the onslaught life throws at him.

“DUSK SHINE!” Sour Sweet wailed, rushing over to his body and pushing others out of the way. Her mascara ran, flowing with pain and remorse. She held him gently. “I’m so sorry,” Sour Sweet said, not caring about the shocked looks from bystanders. Some whispered at the scene, confirming the two's prior relationship.

“Were they?” Rarity whispered, gesturing at the pair. Trixie nodded while Sunset tightened her fists. Rarity gasped as the Mane 6 jaws’ dropped at the news. Sour Sweet and Dusk Shine were a couple?! No. They used to be a couple. That explains Sunset’s anger during the relay.

“Sour Sweet,” Dusk Shine mumbled weakly, slightly opening his eyes and holding her hand. He gazed with his beautiful amethyst eyes again—those wonderful eyes that greeted her every day before Cinch and herself ruined it all.

“It’s going to be fine,” Sour Sweet stammered with a smile, barely believing her words. What else could she do? “The ambulance is on the way,” she continued, looking for Nurse Redheart as she had to do something to help him. “Please hold on,” Sour Sweet held him tighter, pressing their faces together.

Sunset pushed her away.“GET OFF OF HIM!” She barked, wrapping her arm around Dusk Shine’s shoulder, keeping him close to her chest. “After everything you’ve done, what gives you the right!?” She cursed at his ex-girlfriend

A motorcycle roar broke their argument. They covered their faces from the dust as it stopped. A woman stepped off. They cleared a path for this woman; everything told them to stay out of her way. She’s dangerous and a professional. Tempest removed her helmet. Her blank face didn’t hit her worry and distress. Sour Sweet and Sunset defensively placed themselves in front of Dusk Shine from this strange woman. This Luxarian was much taller and bulkier, with a rough scar over one of her eyes and a horrific one on her forehead. Dusk Shine’s blurry vision prevented him from seeing this woman. She wasn’t an enemy. Did he know her, or did she know him?

“Target Located but barely stable. Engage protocols now,” Tempest spoke into her device.

The blaring sirens of an ambulance eased their worries. Dusk Shine’s going to a hospital. However, this ambulance was unique, unlike anything they’d seen before. The tires were heavier, and the chassis was much bulkier and robust. That symbol—that’s the Aether research department! Specialized paramedics rushed in with a stretcher and advanced devices. They stepped away as the medics gingerly placed Dusk Shine on. More government officials swarmed the area with scanners and noted what happened. One of them marked the damaged CHS statue. The medics did a brief diagnostic on Dusk Shine’s body as they spoke in medical jargon until they scanned his body.

“Holy shit,” One of them muttered in horror while staring at his aether levels. They had never seen anything of this magnitude in a single person.

“What happened?” The other asked before acknowledging the reading. Their eyes widened. “That’s impossible. He shouldn’t even be alive,” They declared, gazing at Dusk Shine and wondering how lucky he was to still be alive.

“Can’t die. Not . . . Yet” Dusk Shine struggled to get up, grabbing the handles to force himself up. His body ached as they forced him back down and secured an oxygen mask. He shouldn’t be moving.

“GET HIM TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!” They pushed him into the ambulance, got his vital signs, and contacted the hospital for evaluation.

“I’m coming too,” Spike declared. They shrugged and let Spike into the ambulance. A talking dog didn’t register on the weird list.

“Hey, this one has similar readings,” another added, pointing to Sunset Shimmer. Her readings weren’t as alarming, but they can’t risk any chances.

“Get her on board,” The lead official ordered. Great, there are two of them. That’s a ton of paperwork he didn’t want to deal with. Sunset nodded to her team before hopping in the medical vehicle. Stability returned to the quarantined school grounds as federal agents surveyed the area. A squad went to the playfield, where the first alert occurred.

“Tempest,” Celestia said, casually approaching the woman. They know this woman? The students wondered. She looks like a mercenary, hitman, or someone who works with the underground.

“Sorry to meet under such dire circumstances,” Tempest saluted with a frown. Agents continued to survey and mark specific areas for their reports, and some began interviewing the students.

“It’s alright,” Luna waved it off but couldn’t mask her turmoil. “We’re glad you arrived when you did. This was-” She fumed at Cinch’s callousness.

“Don’t worry. I got the report,” Tempest Shadow replied.

“Is he,” Sour Sweet interrupted with a sniffle. They looked over to her. She lost her pride as Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat offered their comfort.

“You’re Sour Sweet, right?” Tempest Shadow asked, raising a brow at the girl. She recalled that Dusk Shine was involved with a girl of that name. Sour Sweet nodded. “He mentioned you a few times,” She remarked, much to their surprise and alarm. How much do they know about her? “Dusk Shine’s a strong kid. I’ve seen what he can do. If he’s anything like his birth grandmother and the chief,” Tempest consoled the girl with a brief chuckle. “That little maniac is going to be finebefore the end of the month,” She promised, issuing a sliver of hope into Sour Sweet.

“Thank you,” Sour Sweet smiled using a delicate voice.

“Ahem,” Cinch interrupted the tender moment. They groaned and rolled their eyes at the principal. Just leave already. Now that’s out of the way! First, who are you, and what’s your relationship with Dusk Shine?” She demanded, pointing to Tempest.

“I don’t have to answer to you, Abacus Cinch,” Tempest Shadow challenged, stepping up to Cinch as Dusk Shine during the relay. There was not a glint of fear or intimidation in Tempest’s eyes. “I’m a simple associate of his family,” she stated, taking the surface-level answer.

“I didn’t expect him to become a monster or that his family would employ someone like you,” Cinch gripped.

“The only monster here is you,” Tempest Shadow spat, defending his family's honor. I know a lot more than what you think I know,” she threatened, keeping her gaze locked.

“Like?” Cinch dismissed her claims. What can she possibly know about her?

“Bitch, you things that you lied about, even about your daughters,” Tempest Shadow gibed, making Cinch’s face pale. “And there’s a lot more to bury you,” She warned, relishing her social demise.

“Daughters?” Sunny Flare asked. “You mean like stepdaughters?” That has to be it. Maybe someone from her parent's previous marriages, or were they born out of wedlock

“Lying to your own child? Disappointed but not surprised in the slightest,” Tempest Shadow chuckled, predicting that this would happen.“You’re the youngest of 3 sisters,” She revealed brazenly.

“What?” Sunny Flare asked with an agape jaw. She has two older sisters, but where are they?! Celestia and Luna were shocked by this knowledge. Three children came out of Cinch’s body?! However, there have been rumors about relatives who came to live with her.

“Enough!” Cinch snapped. This was the first time she truly lost her composure, taking on a furious expression.

“You already live with one of them,” Tempest revealed, directing a cruel smirk at Cinch. Sunny Flare’s eyes widened as that left only one person—her buttress! Her mind swarmed, and her heart fluttered at her true identity. She has an older sister. Why is she just a servant? What happened to the other one? Is she even still alive or in Canterlot at this point?! Why did she leave?

“My personal business is none of your concern, Ms. Tempest,” Cinch hissed, clinging to her lingering poise. Tempest calmly smirked. “What’s my business are the results,” She inferred as numerous people groaned in annoyance.

The adults continued to argue about the game's end results. Cinch demanded that CHS forfeit to preserve the integrity of the Friendship games. The principals, Cadance and Tempest Shadow countered that a draw would be beneficial due to Aether’s influence. They can resolve this next year. The Shadow 5 and Mane 6 agreed with that assessment. Cinch didn’t but held her tongue to keep what vestige of poise. Sunrays broke through the ominous clouds, breaking the suspenseful atmosphere. They smiled at it. Peace returned. One of the sunbeams focused on CPA’s flag right within Moondancer’s view. Her body tensed with a racing heart, viewing the clear path to the stage. There’s only one chance. She’s going to TAKE IT!

“FUCKING HELL!” Moondancer roared, snatching the flag off the ground. She dashed to the stage with all her might. Slamming her feet against the fresh grass. Determined rage marked her expression, focusing on the task at hand. She’s going to win!

“She’s got the flag!”

“Stop her,” Cadance ordered. Several students nodded before giving chase. Vinyl, Pixel, Lyra, and more. Adrenaline and determination fueled Moondancer’s speed and strength as she evaded and attacked those who stood against her. CPA students were shocked, as they had never seen her move like that before. Some even started to cheer for her to keep going. Lemon Zest grabbed her arm. Moondancer pulled back. Both fell and tumbled as they battled against each other.

“Moondancer, it’s over, stop it now!” Lemon Zest pleaded as dirt and grass covered their faces and uniforms. She straddled the reserve team member.

“NO IT’S NOT!” Moondancer exploded, pushing Lemon’s face away with her free hand. “Dusk Shine gave EVERYTHING! So we can win, and you guys could finally treat him like a fucking person for once,” She barked as she struggled against Lemon. The rocker paused as guilt flooded her mind. “But NO! You fucking threw him under the train and only wanted to stop him when you were in danger,” Tears leaked out of Moondancer’s eyes, remembering how Dusk Shine gradually lost his smile over the years. She wanted to help him. So much. So many times, but couldn’t. “So fuck OFF,” Moondancer slammed her fist into Lemon Zest’s face, using that gap to escape. She ran to the stage, losing her glasses in the scuffle, but didn’t need them to run straight.

“Come on, Moondancer! You’re almost there!” Several CPA students encouraged her. Numerous CHS and CPA students narrowed their eyes in disgust. Is winning all they care about?! Moondancer didn’t listen to their pathetic cheers. She didn’t care about them at all for everything they did. Moondancer isn’t doing this for school; it’s for Dusk Shine. Her mind played an ideal future for her victory. Moondancer obtained the win, honoring it in Dusk Shine’s name. He gazes at her weakly yet lovingly as he lies in his hospital bed. She smiled as he did. It’s the start of something extraordinary! Her face crashed into the dirt as this mystery woman held her down.

“Game over,” Tempest Shadow declared, holding Moondancer down as she futilely struggled against the older woman with her face in the grass. Moondancer eventually surrendered and released the CPA flag. Tempest took it from her and handed it to Cadance. Celestia had the CHS flag. Both shared a look and exchanged flags. They went to the stage, planted the flags together, and ended the games.

“This year’s Friendship Games ends for the first time in a tie,” Luna broadcast to the students. CHS and Cadance’s supporters politely applauded as it was finally over. However, Cinch’s supporters pouted and crossed their arms at the results. Moondancer gritted her teeth with teary eyes as she pounded the ground. She lost.

Cinch sneered. Her face was tight with anger, but she quickly conducted herself. She had already lost her composure several times today. “Shadowbolts, follow me to the buses,” she instructed right when her voice broadcasted prior private conversations.

“I can use my influence to make sure your application is either accepted or denied. What do you think I should do?” Students paused at the sound as Cinch’s blood chilled at the audio. No, it can’t be! Everyone stared at Cinch’s projecting voice.

“They’re the B-team. I frankly don’t care if they win or lose. Their only purpose is that don’t make us lose,” More clips were played, causing bystanders to chatter amongst themselves.

“I’ll make sure you're well compensated if your application is unfortunately denied,” They muttered, wondering who she was talking to. Cinch frantically attempted to persuade the students to ignore it.

“I’m simply covering my bases. It’s not like your application to Everton is at stake. Oh wait, it does,” Horrified gasps echoed throughout the field. That’s it. She was talking to Dusk Shine. The entire time, Cinch blackmailed Dusk Shine to compete in the Friendship Games.

The principal’s terrified eyes scanned for the source. Trixie was with Vinyl near the bleachers, holding a slim voice recorder in her light blue palm. Her purple eyes glared venomously at Cinch. Wait, that's DUSK SHINE’S recorder! Where did she get that?! He must’ve slipped into her pockets during the final round. She focused on the device. That’s not a recorder as Dusk Shine doesn’t have that . . . starry phone case.

Cinch’s stomach knotted and paled as the puzzle pieces formed a clear picture. Dusk Shine recorded their conversations and sent them to Trixie as a dead man’s switch. She sweated as another question materialized. If Trixie has it, who also had it as well? His brother?! Cadance and more?! Both girls frowned deeply as Vinyl increased the volume for everyone to hear. The Shadow 5 and other CPA students stepped away with disgusted looks as more audio clips played. Sunny Flare stared blankly at her mother, aware of the recording’s context.

“Good work, kid,” Tempest smirked with crossed arms at his cunning as more incriminating soundbites were revealed. Dusk Shine must’ve had these for weeks to even years. Those clips were raw and unedited, including his voice, destroying any possible argument that they were faked. Students, teachers, former royalty, and several federal officials. It’s the perfect start to Cinch’s downfall. Aether was one thing, but extortion and blackmailing a child? The news is going to be in a feeding frenzy. Plus, people like Cinch are cowards, offering anything and everything to stay alive.

“It’s my fault,” Cadance whimpered, falling to her knees and covering her mouth. Luna and Celestia shared a worried look. How is it her fault? “I convinced him to join the games,”

“Cadance, you didn’t know,” Luna comforted, kneeling beside her and holding both hands. “For you knew it was to help Dusk Shine to socialize and improve himself. What you did was out of love,” She shot a nasty glare at Cinch. “Something she doesn’t know about,” Cinch found herself at the gallows as students and agents booed and jeered for she’s done. Her skin paled corpse white as their harsh words were a coarse salt on fresh wounds.

“Holy shit, she’s awful,”

“I didn’t think she could get any worse,”

“All that talk about Dusk Shine being vital to CPA was nothing,”

“Yeah, if Dusk Shine meant nothing to her. What chances do we have?”

Shining Armor arrived, showing the agents his badge. They let him through. “Cadance, what happened?! Dusk Shine sent me a file,” He fretted, quickly holding his wife. Shining surveyed the area, wondering what the Aether department was doing here.

“He’s on his way to the hospital,” Tempest answered, alarming the elder brother.

“What?!” Shining Armor exclaimed, vaguely remembering this woman. She flashed a card. He nodded, clarifying her identity and purpose.

“Ask her,” Lemon Zest sneered, gesturing to the frozen Cinch. His eyes sharpened, losing his boyish charms as he approached Cinch. The Shadow 5 and the remaining Mane 6 paled and shuddered from his authoritative pressure. He wasn’t the fun older brother. This was the Captain of Canterlot’s police force.

“Principal Abacus Cinch. We’ll talk later, but if something happened to my brother because of what you've done,” Shining Armor cautioned grimly, forgetting his fealty to the principal. He didn’t break his gaze as his blank face haunted her. His words didn’t come from a peacekeeper but from a vengeful brother. “You better pray Faust or Grogar to help or show you mercy because I won’t. I promise you that,” He avowed. “And you know I keep my promises,” She could only nod to reply

“Remind me not to piss him or Dusk Shine off,” Sugarcoat mumbled in a hushed tone.

“Same,” The Shadow 5 and CHS’s A-team agreed. Both brothers swiftly changed modes from polite and approachable gentlemen to remorseless tyrants: the Schola Perfecta and the Police Captain. Rainbow rubbed her back, remembering the brutal pain.

“I’ll stay here,” Celestia announced. The students need a leader after all that. Furthermore, someone has to deal with these governmental agents. Tempest and the Mane 6 went with Celestia for the time being to assist.

“You girls need a ride,” Shining Armor offered to Shadow 5, holding his keys.

“Please,” Sour Sweet begged. The girls followed Cadance, Shining Armor, and Luna to their cars. Cinch watched them drive away to the hospital.

“Shadowbolts, we’re done for the day. The buses should be here now,” she repeated her prior command. The remaining CPA begrudgingly obeyed, shooting venomous glares while harshly gossiping. Cinch ignored them, clasping her hands behind her to avoid them trembling. She could only think of how to prevent the worst possible situation and keep her legacy.

The medics examined all of them, recording the symptoms for future cases and potential breakthroughs. Dusk Shine was the main focus, as his readings were mind-boggling. Sunset held his hand during the tense ride as Spike rested in her lap. Why did this have to happen? It’s supposed to be a fun yet challenging game between two schools. But no. Cinch had to ruin everything.

“Sunset,” Dusk Shine whispered, squeezing her hand. An oxygen mask covered his mouth, prolonging his few vestiges of life.

“We’re here, Dusk Shine,” Sunset comforted, tightly squeezing his hand in response. She can’t hold her tears, seeing him so . . . weak.

“Files. Laptop. Spike. Knows codes,” Dusk Shine mumbled, struggling to utter the words. She knew his brain was overstimulated, but he still desired to communicate to the best of his abilities.

“You mean those ones,” Spike quarried as Dusk Shine weakly nodded. Confusion buzzed in Sunset’s mind at their conversation. Did Dusk Shine plan this? No! He didn’t plan to die but planned to expose the trash under the glamor of CPA. The entire ride was a blur, but they quickly arrived at the hospital and took a different route. Sunset didn’t recognize this entrance, determining this was where they dealt with Aether cases. Advanced security features were widespread. They rushed both of them out of the vehicle, wheeling Dusk Shine into a room while a nurse escorted Sunset to a seated area. She answered all the questions while waiting with Spike nuzzling in her arms.

“Sunset!” His parents, Cadance, Luna, and Shining Armor, yelled. She stood, allowing them to embrace her.

“I’m fine, but Dusk Shine,” Sunset replied, her voice breaking at his name.

“Night Light,” Jade Beat called out to him. She’s one of Night Light’s former classmates and their family doctor. Jade was of average height and had deep jade hair. Her emblem was a heart-shaped jade.

“What happened to Dusk Shine?” Night Light questioned.

“It was Cinch. She forced him to use Aether during the game's final round, or it’ll be his fault that CPA lost,” Spike announced, alarming the other adults. “The only reason he’s even in the Games was because she blackmailed him by sabotaging his application if he refused,” He informed Dusk Shine’s reasons for joining in the first place.

“We’ll deal with that later,” Jade Beat remarked, beckoning them to follow her. They arrived at his room. “He’s critical but is conscious right now,” She added, using her identification card to gain access. The family found Dusk Shine battered and profoundly broken in the hospital bed. Several machines and apparatus were hooked into his body, barely keeping him alive.

“Hey, Dusk Shine, sweetie, it’s mom,” Twilight started gently, unable to hold her tears seeing her son like this. “Your dad, Shining Armor, Cadance, Spike, Luna, and Sunset are here,” She wept, hoping he could still hear them.

“Mom,” Dusk Shine answered, opening his amethyst eyes to them. She smiled and held his cold hand gently.

“We’re all here, son,” Night Light said, adding his palm to the pile

“Got . . . files?” Dusk Shine asked, controlling his aching breathing via an oxygen mask. They have him a stronger one

“We got them,” Shining Armor confirmed, tears cascading down his cheeks. Everyone was sobbing to some extent.

“Good,” Dusk Shine whispered. He completed his mission with flying colors. If he couldn’t save himself, then he could save others after him and those before. “Thank you for everything. I’m sorry. Love you guys,” He smiled one final time, closing his eyes as his breathing slowed. They called out to him but didn’t have the strength to answer. Everything darkened

Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPP!

Dusk Shine opened his eyes, finding himself in a lush, golden field. Soothing waves caught his attention. A figure was on the shore, waiting by a simple boat. Charon the Ferryman of Souls, must be waiting to take him across. He sighed, getting up to his feet.

“I would’ve thought this place was more deary or somber,” Dusk Shine remarked, approaching the deity. Many interpretations described the river Styx as a stark and haunting place where the dead gathered, waiting to be ferried across. What Dusk Shine viewed was reserved for those welcomed in paradise. Did Faust allow him to skip the line after experiencing relentless turmoil in his mortal life?

“. . .” Charon turned, acknowledging his presence. Dusk Shine nodded, searching for his person, and revealed a simple coin—payment for the ferry. Death comes for all persons, so he always carried it with him.

“It’s not your time, Dusk Shine,” A strong woman’s video ordered. It’s a Skyborne, sitting on the river’s edge.

“What?” Dusk Shine asked. Why does she look familiar? The woman stood up, narrowing her eyes at the young man. He’s not supposed to be here this early in his life.

“IT! IS! NOT! YOUR TIME!” She repeated, grabbed his shirt and tossed him back to the fields. “You have a long life ahead of you,” This mystery woman announced. His eyes widened at her militant posture and appearance.

“Are you?” Dusk Shine asked. She gave him a faint smile before saluting him. Dusk Shine returned it when he glanced at the crackling flames behind him.

“Hey, where the FUCK do you think you're going?” Night Blaze’s fiery, ominous voice echoed. His harsh glare focused on his other part, grabbing him by the collar. “We have many times to do, Dusk Shine,” He ordered as the other glared definitely as the flames bellowed. “Both of us are going to live and see it for ourselves,” Night Blaze declares, grabbing Dusk Shine by the wrist. “Come on!” He launched himself with a mighty flap of his wings. The woman smiled, waving them as they flew away back to the living. She sat down, waiting for her special people to meet her so they could go together. Her smile widened. He indeed took after her son’s looks. “Your loved ones are crying over your currently dead body,” Night Blaze stated, glancing at Dusk Shine’s shocked features. “Let’s not disappoint them, plus she’s here,” Their eyes sharpened, crossing the border and returning to the mortal realm.

They didn’t know what triggered his revival. One moment, they were sobbing after their star tragically burned out. Jade cataloged the TOD methodically when his heart monitor went into overdrive. It sparked wildly as they stepped away from Dusk Shine’s glowing body. His eyes became illuminated white-hot stars, thundering the building with this esoteric power. They didn’t see him move, only the magnitude of his presence going further away.

The Shadow 5 waited anxiously in one of the lounge areas. They came with Shining Armor, Cadance, and Luna but couldn’t go with them since they weren’t family and approved guests. Guilt fermented in their minds like a rancid poison. Dusk Shine was in the hospital because of their selfishness. He’s done nothing to warrant such treatment. Sunny Flare dully crossed her arms, sullenly accepting what occurred and their punishment. Sugarcoat remained mute, barely speaking during the ride. Indigo Zap grimaces, leaning against one of the walls, impatiently tapping her feet. Lemon Zest removed her headphones, silently listening to the hospital music. Sour Sweet leaned forward, clasping her hands against her forehead, praying for Dusk Shine’s safety.

“Sunny Flare,” Cinch’s voice called out to her daughter. She attempted to touch her, but Sunny Flare refused. Cinch remained her distance.

“What are you doing?” Sunny Flare growled, pointing an accusatory finger at her mother

“It’s my responsibility as your principal to ensure my students' safety,” Cinch alleged, placing a hand on her chest.

“BULLSHIT!” Indigo Zap snapped, marching to the Cinch. “You were the first to run after you caused that mess. We stayed to help,” She declared, pointing to the other team members.

“That was a traumatic experience for all of us,” Cinch asserted, using the broadest section of the truth. “Granted, it was a rash decision, but I had to do something. Please don’t misinterpret my actions,” She swore, easing her stern expression.

“Don’t try to fucking gaslight me. I had enough of that with my own cousin,” Indigo Zap rebuffed, ending Cinch’s attempt to twist the story in her favor. Her cousin Lightning Dust and her family were always on her case, especially after enrolling in CPA instead of them. “Fine. Lie to yourself. Do whatever you want to make yourself look and feel better,” She eased herself, raising her hands mockingly. “It doesn’t matter. We all know how awful you truly are when you call him a monster. Projecting much?”

Alarm boomed as the hospital quaked around them and metal barriers slammed. Personnel were on high alert and issued several codes to each other for reports. Cinch and the students' hearts raced, wondering what caused this. Cinch paled as a pair of draconian cyan eyes appeared in her mind, stepping away from the barrier before her. Sweat formed as her lungs begged for air with a starving hummingbird's metabolism. They flinched, screaming at the monstrous crash from the reinforced shielding. Several protruding titanic impacts slammed against it.

A hand pierced through the sturdy barrier as the other hand forced it open like a chip bag. Sapphire-striped hair and a torn CPA uniform entered the room. The beast approached, ignoring the Shadow 5 with only eyes on Cinch.

“Dusk Shine?” They muttered. His malignant aura suffocated them. Cinch suffered the most. Sand filled her lungs as her heartbeat skyrocketed to the mesosphere. Thoughts race. Breathing rushed to no avail. Cinch didn’t see her wonderful Schola Perfecta anymore. She witnessed a stygian harbinger of death. Her body swayed and wobbled as her eyes rolled back while clutching her chest. Cinch fell.

Jade Beat appeared from another entrance. She knelt to Cinch’s body, pressing her fingers against her wrist, and waited. A coldness stillness

“She’s . . . dead,” Jade Beat whispered, covering her mouth at the acknowledgment.

“What?!” The girls screeched. There’s no fucking way that Cinch died like that. A rather undignified for someone of her status.

“Her heart gave out from fright,” Jade Beat acknowledged, using the minor signs to create a hypothesis. Cinch fell to the ground but didn’t hit her head on anything. “One of you got that AED!” She ordered the girls, pointing to the device on the wall before preparing to conduct CPR. Jade swore to protect and heal people even when they deserve far less.

“Oh no,” Dusk Shine chuckled, shaking his head at this absurdity. “You’re not taking the easy way out of this Cinch. I say when we’re done,” He declared, marching over to his dear principal’s body.

Cinch found herself in a void, empty like her heart. Her panicked eyes searched for any indication of where she was. The haunting bell, followed by the swish of an oar against still waters, told her everything. She’s dead. Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped at the ghoulish apparition anchoring his boat on the shore. It’s him. Charon the ferryman. Her breathing intensified, grabbing her polished hair. Now a manic nest, as those troubling thoughts spread. That-That can’t be. She was just in the hospital with Dusk Shine staring her down. He didn’t kill her. That’s one fact she knows for sure. Did her body surrender?

“I still have some to do,” Cinch fretted, stepping back and grabbing her head. “Sunny Flare, my legacy, my reputation, seeing Crystal Prep going to a true golden age,” She ranted and paced around.

“. . .” Charon stared blankly at the elite woman as she rambled. They all reacted the same. He had heard the rants and pleadings several times over countless eons. It’s rather entertaining for the Ctnothic being. He can never truly predict how these mortals react upon their demise. Some remained in their dignity and accepted their fate.

Cinch paused her mumbling. She searched her body for her obul. Cinch paled. Charon’s payment isn’t her possession. Why? She hasn’t been adequately buried yet. Her body is still in the body- wait! She’s still in the hospital. A relieved smile formed on Cinch’s face as it was the best place to be. She straightened her hair as the thought nested in her mind. All she has to do is wait. They’ll revive her soon. She can make amends and hopefully edge this dreadful situation in her favor. Cinch fanned herself at the sudden, unexpected heat.

“. . .” Charon tilted his head at the source. That’s new. An encompassing brilliant inferno roared behind Cinch as she shielded herself from the blaze.

“Oh no,” Dusk Shine chuckled mockingly. “You’re not taking the easy way out of this Cinch. I say when we’re done,” He demanded.

“That voice. . . that can’t be Dusk Shine’s,” Cinch paled as it grew near to claim her. The flames intensified as two cyan eyes formed, glaring axes at her. Oh no. Her body shook at those piercing eyes again. She got on her knees and bowed at the Ferryman’s boat. “Charon, I beg you, please take me across. I’ll even swim if I must,” Cinch pleaded. Dusk Shine still had Aether thundering through his veins. She didn’t want to imagine what horrors awaited her on the mortal plane.

“. . .,” Charon sighed, shaking his gaunt head as he pushed off the store, leaving Cinch to her fate. This was out of his hands. Besides, he had others to carry across the river. Cinch found herself alone at the river bank, still on her knees, blankly gazing into the river. Does she risk swimming and being dragged by the ending abyss of foolish souls? She didn’t have to make that choice. A flaming tendril coiled around her ankle, yanking Cinch as she fell to her face. She shrieked, pulling and tugging away, attempting to escape. Futile. Her fingers dragged as the flames pulled her into the dragon’s maw.

Jade and Shadow 5 stood as Dusk Shine approached with blazing palms. He touched Cinch. His flames didn’t burn but kickstarted her vital signals. Cinch jolted with a hoarse gasp while grabbing her pounding chest. The cold floor did little to ease the heat flowing through her body. She coughed, trying to regain her bearings.

“What?” Cinch whispered, looking around the hallway with a quick glance at her ankle. No mark. She was just with the Ferryman. Her sophisticated eyes shrunk with panic, locking a gaze with Dusk Shine. He didn’t have those brilliantly intelligent amethyst eyes anymore. The haunting empty whites of an apex predator occupied his sockets. Time froze. Cinch’s heart echoed in her skull as her brain focused on her lungs to stop moving, forcing her to remain still. Dusk Shine was hunched over like a primal beast with an extended haunted gaze and his talons twitching loosely. His clothes were burnt tatters. Nothing moved. The doctor signaled for security to intervene.

An elevator dink broke the silence as his eyes focused on the glowing arrow. Dusk Shine looked back at Cinch with a wide grin. He stepped back. Dusk Shine shows her cruel mercy, giving her a chance to run. An opportunity to live. She took it, fleeing away like a gazelle from a starving lion. Cinch abandoned her heels, shoving personnel out of the way, sacrificing her dignity for survival. He inhaled deeply, savoring the succulent fear of someone who believed themselves untouchable as his heart sang. They winced as he cracked his neck, making strange rock-on-Grogar horns gestures before getting into a running start. He vanished silently.

Cinch dashed to the elevator like it was an old-school Black Friday deal. Her brain screamed at her to get there first. She shoved a nurse out of the way and frantically pushed the close button. Cinch eased as the doors closed. It can’t be that easy, as it never is.

“That wasn’t nice,” Dusk Shine mocked, disappointedly shaking his head. She paled with an agape jaw. How?! She screamed, forcibly opening the door, and continued her escape. He followed as warning sirens flared. Cinch didn’t think, acting on basic survival instincts. She tossed and shoved people and materials in a vain attempt to slow him down. It didn’t work. Dusk Shine prolonged the chase, jumping off the walls, running on the ceiling, leaping up and down staircases as he broadcasted her sins for everyone to hear. Cinch knew he wasn’t far behind. He’s taunting and playing with her, allowing her to breathe before snatching it. Security teams intercepted, but Dusk Shine manipulated space to clear the area. Cinch didn’t look back as they fired tranquilizer darts and taser barbs at him. She found a random dark closet, locking it behind her. Exhausted and terrified, gasps escaped her lips as she collapsed against the door.

“Just remain calm, Cinch. The Aether will run out soon enough. This hospital is massive with several wings and buildings, ” Cinch told herself as she rubbed her sore feet. This is what she gets running barefoot. She brought her knees to her chest, waiting for this horrible event to end. None of this was supposed to happen.

Chased like an animal by her top student, who documented and exposed their private chats. She lost the respect of her students and others. It is only a matter of time before Shining Armor and the authorities knock on her door. Sunny Flare is disgusted with her. Cinch held herself tighter, hoping this was a dream or that she did die and this was her punishment. She froze, covering her mouth as steps appeared from the door.

“He went this way,” An adult commented, directing the security team. Cinch relaxed.

“Shit, what the hell did she do,” A deep voice asked.

“That’s Principal Cinch, and that was Dusk Shine the Schola Perfecta,” The first voice answered. That must be the senior officer.

“Oh, she must’ve done something fucked up if he was chasing her like that,”

“No kidding. Wait, wasn’t she the one that forced him to use Aether or something?”

“Yes,” The leader confirmed.

“I heard rumors that she was strict and determined but not this insane. That’s it. I’m revoking my kid’s application to CPA. I can’t trust my kid with someone that reckless,”

Cinch sagged her head as her reputation crumbled before her eyes. It’s over, but there’s still something she can do. A plea deal, pleading no contest, offering information about people for a reduced sentence or something. Moving to Ponyville won’t be a bad option, but there’s a stigma associated with people like her moving there.

She flinched at a noise within the room. Her throat zipped up, leaving her body paralyzed as she shrunk to avoid detection. Is he here?! Cinch didn’t want to move or check if so. Her body involuntarily shuddered as if she was splashed by cold water. She met a predatory gaze from the ceiling as the room brightened with a fiery amethyst hue. Her body heated in frozen terror. It’s DUSK SHINE! Cinch fled with a newborn’s grace, tripping and stumbling away from this demon of her creation. Dusk Shine strolled with a blank expression, leaving scorch marks with each quaking step. Cinch’s tearful screams for help went unanswered, reduced to crawling to get away. The halls were empty as safety protocols were enacted.

He pounced like a beast, discovering its prey. She turned and screamed as he cleared several meters in a single bound. Dusk Shine grabbed her arm, using his momentum and aether to flip her on her back, and landed on his feet. She gasped in agony after being slammed into the rigid tile. Her executioner towered above her with a stygian blank expression. He raised his glowing clenched fists as Cinch gazed in horror.

“Dusk Shine, no!” Jade yelled with the Shadow 5 as he brought it down. They covered their eyes, shielding themselves from the thunderous shockwave. She opened her eyes, expecting blood splatter and a crater where Cinch’s head should be. There was a crater by Cinch’s head. She peered lifelessly into the ceiling as her life flashed before her eyes. The impact snapped her hair tie, releasing her locs as his fist hovered. Dusk Shine changed that angle of strike by an angel hair, sparing Cinch for whatever reason. He didn’t move or speak even when Cinch crawled away.

“Is he knocked out?” Sugarcoat asked as Dusk Shine stopped moving but remained upright and rigid.

“I don’t know, but someone should check it. Not it!” Indigo Zap remarked before swiftly touching her nose. She’s not getting a second helping of what happened this afternoon.

“Not it!” The others shouted, touching their noses.

“Wait, what fuck!” Lemon Zest shouted with a groan at her slowness. Her heart played a guitar solo as she gingerly approached the unconscious statue. Lemon didn’t know if this was a trap. Dusk Shine’s been a loot box of surprises. She glanced at the petrified Cinch, shaking like a stormy leaf against the wall. Hours ago, Cinch was one of the most intimidating persons imaginable, but her actions during the games changed that. Now. She’s one of the most selfishly pathetic Zest ever had the displeasure of meeting. Lemon was several steps away from Dusk Shine. She grabbed a broomstick as a precaution, prodding Dusk Shine’s face while keeping as much distance as possible. Nothing. “I think we’re good,” Lemon Zest muttered in relief, wiping the sweat from her brow.

“. . .” Dusk Shine groaned, frightening the Shadow 5 as a candle flame escaped his mouth. Lemon Zest scurried away back to the group. His body sagged forward but remained upright despite his knees buckling.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Jade remarked, fearlessly approaching Dusk Shine. She opened one of his eyelids, shining a tiny flashlight. His amethyst eyes dilated and bounced around. He’s back. “Code: Green over here. Target subdued,” She reported into her communicator, ending the warning sirens.

“Roger that, on the way,”

“Get reinforced holdings just in case. This one was a monster,” The doctor continued before viewing the dozen tranquilizers embedded in his body. Poor kid. “Also, a few doses to counter the tranquilizers. You weren’t taking down an elephant,”

“Do you know how fucking unhinged this kid was? He’s a menace! He cracked my helmet with a headbutt! Like the fuck was his parents feeding him?!”

“Well, I have an idea why he’s like that.” The doctor sneered at Cinch and Shadow 5. The girls avoided the doctor’s harsh gaze. Cinch didn’t acknowledge the glare. She’s stuck in her self-preserved world, using her arms to hold herself together. Luckily for them, a team came to handle the situation. One of them took the girls to the cafeteria as Sour Sweet gave him a final look. It’s time for the professionals to handle this and avoid triggering Dusk Shine. Hospital personnel marked and documented the holes left by Dusk Shine. Thankfully, they were insured for such events.

“Dusk Shine,” His family worried as he was placed on another stretcher. They fastened additional restraints on him. His body was somewhat stable, but that’s because of Aether. What happens when it runs again? How many injuries did he sustain?! The next question is his mind? Will he still be the same, or was the damage irreversible? Security stopped them from getting closer.

“Sorry, but until we get a complete diagnosis of him, You can’t see him,” One reported. It pained the family, but they had no other choice. Velvet glared at Cinch, sitting down in a daze. Her body burned with hatred from what the principal had done. Cinch has gone TOO FAR. She and Luna shared a look, nodding to confirm the other’s suspicions.

“Abacus Cinch,” Twilight Velvet seethed, jolting the woman into awareness. “We need to talk,” She demanded, narrowing her eyes. Luna matched her expression.

“Twilight. I can assure you that there’s great misunderstanding about the situation,” Cinch stammered, losing her articulate speech pattern as her legs shook. Where’s Night Light? He’ll listen to reason and calm his wife. At least it’ll give her time to collect her thoughts and negotiate compensation.

“Well, explain the very convenient letter to Dusk Shine compensating him if his application to Everton was unfortunately denied,” Luna goaded, recalling some of the audio clips Trixie and Vinyl played. Velvet gritted teeth at the news. Cinch purposely sabotaged Dusk Shine’s Everton application and tried to improve his stay.

“Hey, there’s a spare empty room right there,” Jade mentioned, gesturing to the door.

Cinch paled at Velvet’s and Luna’s savage grin. “Please,” She turned her head, pleading to the remaining adults. They were good, upstanding people who couldn’t allow someone to suffer in their time of dire need.

“I’m going to check on Dusk Shine’s file,” Shining Armor didn’t meet her gaze. She’s the reason why they’re here in the first place. The police officer didn’t protect her.

“I’ll head to the cafeteria to talk to the girls,” Cadance added. Her second-in-command abandoned her. Someone has to care about the students, and it’s definitely not Cinch.

“I need to make a call,” Night Light said, turning his back and dialing a number. The old flame died out, and disappointment marked his face. They left. Cinch was all alone to suffer the wrath of a loving mother and someone who loved Dusk Shine like a mother.

“Don’t cause too much damage, okay,” Jade taunted, relishing in Cinch’s aghast expression.

Velvet and Luna shoved her into the vacant room and locked the door behind them. They removed their heels. Velvet threw the first punch, sending Cinch to the ground. Her face was bruised and paled as Velvet picked her up and threw her. Luna clotheslined Cinch, returning her to the floor. Cinch gagged, clutching her throat when Luna grabbed her by the hair and tossed her to Velvet. Velvet grasped Cinch’s shoulder and rammed her knee into her gullet, spasming the diaphragm. Both women passed and brutalized the Principal like a punching bag. They didn’t deliver random strikes. These blows are honed and precise, targeting her vital spots and face. Cinch was back on the ground, curling herself into a ball as they stomped her like a weak campfire. Velvet heaved, attempting to release the frustrated heat from her body. She knew Cinch was the key for her youngest lost his passion for life but only had a mother’s intuition. All his pain, isolation, and nihilism were all because of her.

“You got this one, Velvet,” Luna offered, stepping back for her friend. This does sully her reputation, but people won’t mind given the context.

“Thank you,” Twilight Velvet smiled before frowning at Cinch, attempting to crawl away. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!” She snarled at Cinch, launching a brutal kick to the stomach. Twilight flipped her over, roughly grabbing her by the shirt. “Did you honestly think you could get away with everything you did to my son without some form of punishment?” Her blood raged as maternal wrath blazed in her eyes. One punch bruised Cinch’s nose, watering her eyes in response. Then another and another. Twilight unleashed a flurry of relentless blows as Luna observed the beatdown with crossed arms.

Jade was outside, listening to Cinch’s beatdown and pleading with a smile. She had her fair share of Cinch’s manipulations and schemes. It’s about time Cinch received some payback. Jade left Velvet and Luna to their devices, prioritizing Dusk Shine.

Night Light was a private area designated for phone calls, thinking about what had happened. This was bad. Knowing Cinch and her influence, she’s going full force to protect her legacy and reputation. He needs someone just as dangerous. Someone willing to get dirty with the vermin.

“Night Light,” An archaic and shadowy voice answered the phone. Night Light rolled his eyes at the jolly tone. “What doth I owe thy pleasure to?” They smirked, kicking their feet on their lavish desk.

“Shut up, Sombra. I’m not dealing with your shit today,” Night Light shot down grimly.

“Ugh, fine. You’re no fun, but I know that voice,” Sombra groaned, rolling their eyes at his tone and softening their expression. “Something happened, and you want something done. Someone really pissed you off if you want my help,” They stood up, gazing through the window from their luxurious office and watching the street behind them. This view was reserved for the elite and ruthless.

“It’s Dusk Shine; he’s in the hospital right now,” Night Light commented, running his hand through his deep blue hair to soothe himself.

“What happened?!” Sombra exclaimed, their scarlet eyes widened in alarm.

“Cinch . . . she made him use Aether to win the Friendship Games,” Night Light reported, struggling to process what he learned from Cadance and Luna.

“Is that crone trying to destroy the world for several kilograms of fake gold?” Sombra exclaimed, massaging their forehead at this absurdity. Aether is fickle and reasonably monstrously restricted on a global scale. Cinch is either stupidly arrogant or arrogantly stupid for even considering that she can control an unrefined power. “But is he okay?” They asked, directing the conversation to essential matters.

“Yeah, he’s fine after giving Cinch a chase. Velvet and Luna are having a private chat with her,” Night Light commented. They were waiting to hear back from Jade about his condition.

“See, I knew there was a reason why I liked them,” Sombra laughed, easing their worries while sitting back at the desk. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. Dozens of others and I have a few gripes with Cinch,” they assured me, logging into their computer. People like Cinch are constantly plagued with enemies yearning for revenge. Her allies are only loyal to her position as Principal of CPA or are just as foul as her. Both will jump ship.

“Thanks, Sombra,” Night Light smiled. “How much will it cost?” He asked, understanding that Sombra’s services aren’t cheap. His sibling is one of the best in the industry.

“You’re my baby brother, and Dusk Shine got hurt,” Sombra replied gently. “I’m taking this case pro bono,” They declared. “I’ll message some people to get everything settled. Is everyone there?” The elder sibling questioned.

“It’s me, Velvet, Shining Armor, Cadance, Luna, Sunset, and some of his classmates. Celestia is at CHS trying to calm things down with the students,” Night Light confirmed. Sombra nodded, as that’s mainly immediate family. Did Dusk Shine make some friends at CPA? “Mom and Dad are on their way. The rest of the family are coming soon,” He sent a quick message to available parties after they got the first call.

“Even Cozy?” Sombra questioned mockingly. Neither sibling said anything with a deadpan expression. “Of course, she isn’t,” They shook their head. There’s no way they’re allowing Cozy to be in the same building as them. Her ex-husband and some of their children are allowed to visit. Ocean Gleam might be an issue. “Talk to you later,” Sombra said before hanging up. “Oh, Cinch, Cinch, Cinch. You should’ve known this day would come sooner or later. I’m going to have fun destroying you,” The law practitioner shook their head tauntingly. It’s time to book a flight.

The Shadow 5 were in one of the cafeteria rooms. It’s late afternoon, leaving the room relatively sparse as most workers have already taken their lunch break.

“We fucked up, didn’t we?” Sunny Flare stated while peeling her orange.

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock,” Indigo Zap grumbled. “Let’s see what happened. Broke an intentional law, nearly killing our classmate just to win a stupid game, ripped a hole in reality, our principal is a cowardly bitch, and that Dusk Shine has years' worth of documents exposing each and every one of us to some degree,” She mockingly listed what happened this morning. “Did I miss anything?”

“Not really,” Sunny Flare mumbled, chewing her orange slice. Indigo shrugged, rolling her eyes, and drank her soda.

“You going to finish that?” Lemon Zest asked, gesturing to Sugarcoat’s bagel. The now silent handed it over. “Nice. We’ve seen what Dusk Shine can do. He’ll pull through,” She claimed with a weak smile.

“Were you even listening or paying attention to half of the shit that just happened in the last few hours, or your music gave you ear damage?” Indigo snapped, pointing to her ears, staring at the rocker like she spoke an alien language. “We’re done as students. He caught us in 40k, and it’s only a matter of time before shit hits the tornado. Unfortunately, we don’t have the luxury of being friends with his mom, who’s a freaking CEO,” She glared.

“That has nothing to do with me,” Lemon Zest refuted as defensive anger spiked in her.

“Hey,” Sunset Shimmer interjected, ending the argument. Her arm was bandaged after they did a series of blood tests on her. “Look at you. I guess Dusk Shine was right, after all. Without him being a lightning rod for your bullshit, you immediately tear each other apart. Pathetic,” She scoffed at how predictable they were. His team was nothing more than a bunch of hypocrites. If she knows anything about bullying, these girls and the B-team will endure and experience it once they return to school.

“What do you want?” Sunny Flare asked dully. She doesn’t have the mental energy to deal with this.

“To give her this,” Sunset Shimmer answered, reaching into her jacket pocket and tossing Sour Sweet a friendship bracelet. It landed in the archer’s palms, and her eyes widened.

“Where did you get this?” Sour Sweet whispered as her hands shook. She made this for Dusk Shine before they were together. After what happened, it would’ve been logical for him to toss it away. The Shadow 5 examined the bracelet. It had Dusk Shine’s colors with delicate embroidery, tiny beads, and a small arrow hooked in the center. The bracelet was handmade.

“Dusk Shine had it in his bag. He should’ve tossed it away after you broke up with him, but I guessed he, for some reason, still liked you,” Sunset Shimmer berated, wondering how his mind works sometimes. “And I’ll take this back,” She sneered, yanking the tie from her wrist. “After what you all did to him, you don’t deserve anything that belonged to him or even be near him. Bye,” Sunset glared venomously before turning her back. Sour Sweet’s body shuddered, unable to contain her grief, and broke down, tightly holding the bracelet to her chest.

Cadance entered, passing as Sunset exited. The Dean’s worried glance followed the Shadow 5’s table, comforting the distraught Sour Sweet. Cadance joined their table, not saying a word, allowing them to speak with their hearts after everything. Her phone vibrated.

“Your parents and guardians are here,” She remarked. Each girl expressed anxiety, wondering how their family would react to their role. They cleaned their tables and left with the dean.

A security officer escorted them to the entrance of a small conference room. Dusk Shine’s family was there chatting with their family and other officials.

“Who’s that?” Lemon Zest asked, pointing to an older couple. That’s a real power old-school power couple right there. They were lavishly simple garments that oozed power and authority. Were they making ground-breaking business deals worth millions to billions before they came here?

“Those are his paternal grandparents,” Cadance answered casually.

“Woah,” They marveled at how amazing they looked for their ages. They’re silver foxes and vixens. Both were still in their physical primes with advancing silver hair but their skin glowed and made it work.

“Lemon Zest, are you okay?” Sweet Tart asked, embracing her daughter. The other parents did the same, asking a horde of questions.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Mom,” Lemon Zest answered, returning the hug. She frowned behind her back.

“What happened here?” Sugarcoat’s father questioned. He’s a high-class lead chef in the city. They each got an emergency call about their children, especially when the esoteric star appeared in the middle of the day.

“My bitch of a mother, that’s what happened,” Sunny Flare sneered. Her vulgar statement alarmed the parents. This was worse than they thought.

“Where is she and Twilight?” Sweet Tart asked, looking for her friend. Night Light, Cadance, Shining Armor, and his grandparents were here.

“We’re here,” Twilight answered with Luna in tow, dragging a brutalized Cinch by the neck like a mutt. Cinch's once polished face had a bruised lip, a bloody nose, and a swollen eye with another eye watery and bloodshot. She looked pitiful. Twilight looked satisfied with a loose grin despite having bruised knuckles. The parents are reluctant to ask why they look the way they do. Sunny Flare and her sister-buttress didn’t know what to feel viewing their mother in such a feeble state.

“Follow me,” Jade Beat instructed. They followed her into the room, with security blocking the door from unwanted visitors. Everyone took a seat. The room had calming, professional accents for orientation or department meetings.

“Excuse me, but is Dusk Shine alright?” his grandmother asked, worry anchoring her features. That’s the first question everyone wanted to know. The other parents' eyes expanded alarmingly at the question. What happened to Dusk Shine?!

“He’s critical but is stable. That Aether probably saved him in ways I can’t imagine,” Jade Beat answered, methodically picking her words. Parents did a double take at Aether’s mention. AETHER?! That would explain the star earlier in the day. “However, we’ll likely place him under quarantine, and run a few evaluations with possible surgeries,” She mentioned, taking the required safety protocols.

“Is that excessive?” Indigo’s mother asked. She’s a mechanic for the Wonderbolts race car division.

“I’ll answer that,” Another person answered, catching their focus. “I’m with the Aether department. My name is Agent Justice Ace,” He introduced himself as a mild-mannered Earth Folk with a neat appearance. However, that didn’t ease their worries. Is the Aether department involved in this as well? “Aether impacts your body, mind, emotions, and soul. Dusk Shine went from a serene young man into a fiery wild beast. His levels are currently low, but there’s no telling on what long-term side effects. It’s a miracle that he’s even still alive and coherent as others weren’t as . . . fortunate. An even greater miracle if he’s even the same person anymore after this,” He explained lengthily, darting his gaze, recalling some of his earlier assignments. “However, it proves that Aether is somewhat sapient or conscious, which facilitates his recovery. Dusk Shine will be stable within a month or so,” Ace calculated, trying to boost their optimism. “Any questions?” He asked, pointing to one of the students

“Can we still visit him?” Sour Sweet raised her hand, fiddling with the bracelet. “We’re his . . . classmates, so we don’t want him to fall behind,” She sniffed between her words, wiping her face as Sunset rolled her eyes.

“Family, yes, but classmates are unlikely as Cadance is the dean. She can inform his teachers and retrieve his assignments,” Agent Justice answered, briefly gesturing to her.

“There’s the issue of notes and changes in lesson plans due to the event,” Cadance countered. Everything after the friendships requires a few adjustments regarding his teacher's syllabus. Perhaps a monitored visit from his classmates can work,” She added, opening the door for them to potentially make amends.

“That can work. It’s better than staying in a room all day with barely anything to do and only seeing his doctors,” Jade considered the option. She messaged her colleagues about making the arrangements. Sour smiled.

“Please sign these forms. We need to keep quiet for safety reasons,” Agent Justice requested, handing them a series of papers.

“Is it Aether public knowledge?”

“Only what we deem public knowledge. What we’ve seen today greatly exceeded our expectations of what aether is capable of, so people will ask questions,” Justice clarified. There are certain things that regular people aren’t meant to know. “The gateway experiment was initially sabotaged because people wanted superpowers. To be a god in a way. This will lead to implications,” He grimly implied as the silence echoed.

“Oh really,”

“Think about it. Dusk Shine demonstrated the potential apex of what Aether can do. That leads to the question. Is Dusk Shine a one-in-several-billion chance, or can anyone use it under specific circumstances? We don’t want another Storm King event,” Agent Justice continued. The adults nodded, remembering those brutal storms from a decade ago. “Besides, a chance to get superpowers. You think people are going to say no at the chance?”He contended that there is a wide possibility that people will achieve a fantasy that is made a reality. The dreadful thought lingered in the air from imaging the resultant chaos of that happening. “Furthermore, that amulet was a conduit for his transformation,” Agent Justice disclosed. Cadance shot an accusing glance at Cinch.

“How does that even work?” Sunny Flare asked.

“Aether is a form of energy. It can be stored with proper means, plus it doesn’t often obey modern science. We’re currently investigating these items. There are tons of ticking time bombs, and we might not even know about them,” Agent Justice explained. “Any more questions?” No one raised their hands after signing the papers and returned to the agent

“Good. They’ll escort you while the family and authorized guest stay,” Jade ordered, gesturing to more federal agents.

“Also, Miss Abacus Cinch, you’ll hear from us soon with some questions,” Agent Justice notified the woman, chilling her. Don’t try to run; we can and will find you. Understood,” he quietly threatened with a calm smile.

“Yes,” Cinch obeyed, walking with her daughters. All her hubris vanished like cotton candy in a gentle river.

“Good. Thank you for your cooperation,” Agent Justice smiled. Only the family, Sunset and Spike, were left in the room. The doors were securely closed again.

“How bad is it really?” Night Light implored with a painful sigh. From what they witnessed, there’s always more to the story.

“Horrendous,” Jade answered truthfully, rubbing her hair, but they had to know. “Several broken and fractured bones. Numerous 3rd degree scars. Some ear damage. Concussive injuries. Bleeding and bite marks. We found glass and confetti. Also, he has an old puncture wound in his shoulder,” She listed his excessive injuries. Shameful guilt marked Luna’s, Sunset’s, and Cadance’s faces. They did that. “Aether healed most of it, but there’s still enough for medical intervention,” Jade added, focusing on the positives. “Physically, he’s fine. The rest is unknown, but we’ll message you and give you some contacts,” She offered, handing Night Light a bundle of cards. Dusk Shine’s head must be a cesspool of raging emotions. “He was able to speak shortly after we took him back and checked some of his files,” Jade passed on, but it’ll be one of the most heartbreaking sentences she’ll ever say.

“And,”

“I . . . would have to label this as an attempt,” Jade elucidated, slumping her posture as his grandmother unleashed a bloodcurdling lament. She's been a doctor for around 20 years. It never gets easier hearing those screams.

“Thank you,” Night Light replied, desperately keeping some form of composure. His stepmother is crying along with others in stone-cold silence.

“We’ll keep him under watch until next Monday, but you can visit before that,” Jade proclaimed, giving them time to clear their schedules. “Also, Nights, what are you feeding him?! Dusk Shine shouldn't be that strong,” she exclaimed, hoping to take their minds off this dark topic. Dusk Shine has been one of her patients for years. No one could or should be able to do that at his age!

“The usual stuff,” Night Light replied with a shrug.

“The fuck you mean the usual stuff?” Jade nitpicked, glaring at her classmate.

“I can contribute to that. I’m one of the reasons why Dusk Shine is ‘built different,’ according to my students,” Luna answered, raising her hand. Her eyes were puffy as she relayed the horrible news to Celestia.

“Same,” His grandfather added, consoling his sobbing wife.

“Your family is insane,” Jade groaned before hugging her classmate. “Please take care, Night Light,” She whispered, holding him tightly. Although Jade’s technically breaking some policies but fuck it. Her friend needed a hug.

“I will,” Night Light responded

“Ahem,” Twilight Velvet grunted

“Come on, you can’t blame a girl,” Jade teased. Shining Armor and Cadance arched their brows at their closeness.

“Do it when you’re off the clock,” Twilight Velvet tugged on Night Light’s arm, bringing her husband back.

“Worth a shot,” Jade shrugged. All exited the conference room away from the tense atmosphere.

They made preparations for future visits. How to deal with Cinch because there’s no way they’ll allow her to believe she can get away with this.

“I found similar things in his files,” Shining Armor confessed, making them pause in the hallway. “Some of the things, I-” He paused, taking a deep breath.

“It’s not your fault,” Luna counseled him. Celestia had similar feelings during her brief tenure as Nightmare Moon. The guilt of failing to protect a close family member cannot be ignored. “Like with Cadance, you only wanted to help him. You didn’t know what Cinch was planning,” She reasoned as Cadance held his strong hand. Luna knew Cinch would do anything to boost CPA's reputation, which also polishes hers. Stellar results from the students. Exaggerating minor issues from competing schools, like the statue incident when Luna and Celestia were students. Half-truths and logical lies can make anything sound believable to the right people. Nobody could predict Cinch would do something this careless.

“I still should’ve known something was up. I could’ve helped him, but I didn’t,” Shining Armor lamented, cursing at his ignorance. His brother was suffering and didn’t do a damn thing about it.

“Captain, we managed to de-encrypt some of the files,” An officer reported with a salute. His badge labeled him as Rocky Road. He’s a broad-chested man of Shining Armor’s age with a rich brown complexion.

“Mine weren’t, or at least the ones I got,” Cadance added, holding her phone along with Luna and others.

“Please send them,” Rocky requested. Some require a password, but we’ll crack it later,” He continued as they sent them to Shining Armor for decoding.

“What was on them?” Twilight Velvet questioned. Dusk Shine doesn’t prepare something of this scale without reason. She barely got a chance to look, focusing on the panicked calls from Cadance.

“Sorry, Ms. Velvet, but this is official police business,” Rocky Road frowned. She deserved to know, but the risks were too significant.

“That’s my baby,” Twilight Velvet whispered. Night Light holds her hand, offering some comfort during this storm.

“I know, but some of the stuff Dusk Shine documented over the years from his classmates. It’ll cause active investigations or give probable cause. People are going to be pissed and have no qualms about hurting you and others,” Rocky Road cautioned. The students Dusk Shine documented were the social elites or were associated with them. One drop can cost a rippling tsunami, wrecking everything these people worked for. “You’ve been good to me for years. I don’t want to see you get hurt,” He pleaded gently. She’s been more of a mother to him in his teenage ages than his own parents in his entire life.

“I’ll handle this, Mom,” Shining Armor reassured. “Should Cadance leave too?” He questioned.

“No, this concerns her as well since she’s the dean, and Cinch might have to take a leave of absence,” Rock Road denied. “Let’s go,” The adults went into separate paths

“I take it this was Pandora’s box,” Shining Armor calculated, using his coworker’s hesitation as the main clue.

“Yes,” Rocky Road confirmed. They passed various maintenance teams, repairing the damage. “Dusk Shine was incredibly detailed in his work. Dates, links, images, audio, and timelines. He even got their social media accounts. You think he’s willing to work for us in the future,” He joked, looking over to his captain. They knew Dusk Shine was brilliant, but the math & science kind. Not the crafty or manipulative kind. The fact he has BOTH made Dusk Shine remarkably threatening.

“He’s more of a behind-the-scenes person, building new gadgets. He’ll likely work for the government instead of the local police force,” Shining Armor answered, stopping at a room. Rocky saluted and went over to other officers in the next hall. The officers nodded, allowing Shining Armor and Cadance to enter. “What do we have here?” He asked, looking over an intel officer’s shoulder.

“I’m going through what he sent you, Cadance and Luna. I started with Cadance,” Moonlight answered. Her golden eyes surveyed the contents. “It’s a lot of high school drama stuff. Students lying and cheating on each other. Bullying. A little cheating on tests and exams. ” She replied dully, hoping for juicier gossip. Cadance sharpened her expression when hearing those words, taking the other side of Moonlight. “The encrypted is the fun stuff,” Moonlight grinned.

“Dusk Shine mentioned that Cinch sent him a letter before the games,” Cadance recited the earlier audios, scanning the various files. The mouse clicked it. Password Required

“This one was tougher than the others, so I haven’t gotten far yet. Why does he know how to do this?” Moonlight grumbled, scratching her short black and gray hair. Dusk Shine’s cyber-security skills were remarkable for his age. He’s in high school, so why does he need this level of encryption? Everyone has something to protect. But is he protecting himself or something else? Cadance leaned over to the password-locked file. This one was explicitly labeled for her, so it’s something either she knows or both of them know. Dusk Shine’s smart. It can’t be something as simple as her birthday or a name. She tried the Sunshine song they sang when he was a child.

Error.

Of course, it wasn't, but it was worth a shot. Something done and personal? A phrase. She typed it in. Amor extra mortem.Shining Armor held his wife’s hands, knowing what the phrase meant to her.

Accepted.Welcome Cadance

“That unlocked everything for Cadance,” Moonlight acknowledged. “Let’s check out this letter,” She clicked. It starts generically with formalities such as expressing regret for the rejection. They raised their eyebrows at the future accommodations planned for him. Not bad, actually. They continued. Aghast expressions marked their faces as Cinch’s foul words captioned under Sunny Flare’s photos. Does she know about what Cinch was doing? Sunny must have some insight. Cadance’s stomach made rollercoaster twists and turns from what she’d read. Has Cinch been doing this Dusk Shine behind her back? It would explain why she’s so possessive of him. Instead, Cinch uses Sunny Flare as a proxy.

“What else is there?” Shining Armor fumed, getting to the end of this and bringing justice. They searched the files. Colleagues of incriminating evidence regarding his classmates, families, businesses, teachers, and associates. However, some fragments of Dusk Shine have been acknowledged as speculations at best. Cadance pointed to some students' files. Marco and Potter caught her attention. Both transferred to CPA from Trottingham several years ago, attending a similarly prestigious school. If it was a simple transfer, then they would’ve said so.

Numerous pictures of Marco handing Potter a thick envelope appeared, gesturing to him to stay quiet. Bribery? Why, though? Dusk Shine linked a news article regarding their previous school. It’s a tiny blurb, barely a whole paragraph, but that’s all it needed to say. They shared an alarming expression before continuing. Several sports members and teachers were likely loyal to Cinch had dirt on them. Current and past ones as well. One teacher passed some students a thumb drive. The date is labeled before midterms. Dusk Shine connected the dots, formulated theories, and determined possible conclusions for dozens of people. These weren’t petty accusations but something that could ruin the CPA’s reputation for generations. Does Cinch know about this? If so, then this is significantly worse than they thought.

Days passed as Dusk Shine lay in the hospital bed. His wide eyes snapped open and scanned the area as he heaved rapidly. Where is he? What happened to the games? Did he win? Dusk Shine attempted to move as pain surged through his body when a hand hovered on his chest. He couldn’t see but sense someone’s presence.

“Relax. You’re in the hospital right now,” Tempest Shadow reported. He eased back into the bed as machines beeped, reporting his vital signs. That’s right. Dusk Shine recalled what happened earlier today. They must’ve finished that night and woke up the following day. “You’ve been in and out of consciousness for about 4 days now,” She declared, breaking his suspicions.

“Four . . . days?” Dusk Shine repeated strainfully. He’s been in the hospital for 4 whole days?! His hazy vision barely makes out his casts, raised legs, and other repaired injuries. What happened to him?

“You’re not supposed to move so much,” Tempest Shadow scolded, making him pause his squirming. “Here,” She gently offered him a strawed beverage. Dusk Shine took several soothing gulps of icy water, relieving his throbbing body. “I know you have many questions about what happened and about me. Cinch ordered an extended break as a way to ease the students after a traumatic event and pray for your recovery. You might get some gifts soon,” Tempest continued. He rolled his eyes, groaning at the phony display of community. “I know it’s bullshit. My name is Tempest Shadow. You don’t know me, but I know you. Consider me an associate of your step-grandmother. I owe her a great debt. Unfortunately, that’s all I can say right now,” She explained, smiling a few times as she remembered watching and helping him from a distance.

“Files,” Dusk Shine mumbled. It was the last thing he did before everything went to hell.

“All were received and being analyzed,” Tempest Shadow consoled, easing his fears. “You were quite adept in your documents, as expected,” She praised his efforts. The police and other law enforcement agencies will be busy for years. “Cinch is going through hell, but it’s well deserved. Those audio files. You scared the hell out of her and chased,”

“Chased?” Dusk Shine asked, blinking owlishly. When did he chase Cinch?

“That’s expected. You don’t remember what happened after you briefly flatlined,” Tempest elaborated. He remembered flatlining and someone him pushing back, claiming that it wasn’t his time yet. “Aether revived you and used that chance to chase her around. Your mother and Luna talked with her,” She implied. He didn’t need further explanation. As hell hath no fury like a scorned mother protecting their child. There’s something else on his mind.

“Sunset,” Dusk Shine whispered with glossy eyes. He hurt his friend and her friends, too.

“She’s fine. Although you two need to have a long talk after what happened,” Tempest informed, softening her stern look at his regretful expression. “Hey, don’t beat yourself about that. All of this . . . was Cinch’s fault. You warned her about using Aether, but she didn’t listen,” She consoled before checking her watch. Visiting hours are done. “I’ll contact your family now that you’re awake. Get some rest, okay, Dusk Shine,” Tempest rubbed his hair.

“Thanks,” Dusk Shine muttered, closing his eyes to get more sleep.

“That’s why I’m here,” Tempest smiled, closing the door behind her. She frowned, recalling the numerous times he sobbed and talked while he slept earlier.

‘Why can’t I die right?’

‘Am I so horrible that neither heaven nor hell wants me’

Those words echoed in her mind and tightened her chest as she exited the hospital wing. No child should ever mutter those words. She parched herself on her motorcycle, preparing to embark on her mission. Dusk Shine’s files open a keen interest in several particular people who’ve become a stubborn issue. Some with outstanding debts. Knowledge is powerful when used in the right hands. Tempest Shadow has never failed a mission before and won’t start now. Determination raged in her body as she revved her engine and drove off.

Dusk Shine opened his eyes hours later, dully watching the television program overhead. They placed the sci-fi and educational channel for him—that’s something, at least. His chest filled with a stygian outrage as he glowered at the screen. For the briefest of seconds, Dusk Shine’s eyes flashed cyan before shutting them again for the night.

Back in Sire’s Hallow, the Glimmer family waited with bated breath. On the dinner table, a singular envelope with CPA’s symbol lay. They placed their hands on her shoulders in support. Starlight exhaled, gingerly opening the envelope containing her acceptance or rejection letter.

“Dear Ms. Starlight Glimmer. Congratulations. YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED TO CRYSTAL PREPARATORY ACADEMY!” Starlight started before cheering with her family. Her family embraced each other.

“I told you that you got in,” Firelight praised. Cinch made good on her promise.

“Keep reading,” Her mother said, pointing to the words. This is going well and will get better.

“You’ve been granted our Supreme Scholarly Excellence scholarship providing a . . . full-ride enrollment until graduation as long as you've maintained your stellar GPA,” Starlight whispered at the opportunity with glimmering eyes. The SSE scholarship?! She got that, too!

“A full scholarship,” Her parents muttered. They don’t have to worry about money. Starlight applied for several scholarships but didn’t anticipate getting one of the best ones.

“I present to you your pin for becoming among the top 5 students in CPA,” Starlight continued before glancing at the attached pin to the bottom. She’s an elite, just like Dusk Shine. They’re becoming equals. “Please arrive at CPA and Canterlot at your earliest convenience to obtain your uniform. We offer customizations. As well as your student ID. You’ll be officially enrolled once we’ve collected and evaluated your documents. Welcome aboard. We expect great things from you,” The letter from Cinch concluded. Each member had a persistent beam on their features.

“Oh my stars, you’re heading to Crystal Prep,” Her mother grinned.

“The star of Sire’s Hallow,” Firelight smiled as pride filled his chest. I heard some of your classmates got accepted to CHS,” He mentioned as some parents chatted about it. Did their parents get a job in the city?” Firelight asked. It takes around 2-3 hours to get from Sire’s Hollow to CPA. They have to get up early and come back in the mid-late evening.

“I think we’re going to share a townhouse and split the rent,” Starlight answered. Canterlot has been the royalty seat for generations. Many nobles and other aristocrats built their homes there. However, many were overambitious while building, leaving them destitute, especially during economic turmoil. The wise open their houses as accessible lodging to the countless starry-eyed residents attempting to make their claim. There are tons of them, so finding one near CPA or CHS won't be hard.

“They still need someone to monitor them,” Firelight remarked. Bringing a group of healthy teenagers along miles from home without proper supervision is complicated.

“I am,” Her mother confirmed, surprising them. “I found a job and a cozy apartment,” She answered sheepishly for going behind his back. However, this is her only chance to leave and explore the world. She and Starlight can leave within a month or earlier.

“Dad, who will stop Stellar Flare from completely changing the town if you're gone?” Starlight interjected, igniting her father’s passion for historic endurance. Manipulator.

“We can’t lose our character to be some gaudy, flimsy shopping district,” Firelight avowed, shuddering at what horrors Stellar Flare would deem as progress. He embraced them tightly, aware that he wouldn’t do this daily. “I’m going to miss you two. I’ll send money and visit as much as possible,”

“I love you too,” Both women replied, enjoying the other’s warmth. They separated to get ready for the evening and make dinner. Starlight and Firelight shared a knowing look. They’re one step closer to honoring their oath and completing their destiny.

A trio whiffed the air hungrily with a feral grin from the hotel balcony. “You girls smell that?” Adagio beamed, feeling overly pleased with herself. They gazed at the blazing star marking the sky. That’s raw Aether. Their gems howled with a haunting crimson hue, demanding the magic they desperately craved. They carved a lavish and fulfilling meal. The hotel room service provided exquisite meals for them, but Aether fuels their soul.

“It smells nerdy,” Aria cooed, licking her lips at the bountiful source. That power. All the overwhelming power is coming from Dusk Shine. He probably doesn’t know what to do with it.

“I’m getting a wintery gentle aroma,” Sonata commented, waving her hand to savor the aroma. Aria face-palmed before snapping at Sonata.

“Enough,” Adagio interjected, halting their wasteful argument. “That’s coming from Sunset’s special nerd, Dusk Shine,” It’s his emblem illuminating the sky. Adagio knows that Dusk Shine has a special place in Sunset’s heart and vice versa. They grinned about it. “This is our chance to rule this world and beyond,” She started with a confident gleam in her eyes. The trio’s gems cackled, famished for a 5-course meal. “It’s simple. We take his magic, control the people, and become goddesses. Plus, we can have some fun in the meantime,” Adagio boasted, heading back inside their suite. Seeing Sunset’s humiliated face as they have Dusk Shine wrapped around their fingers made it all the sweeter. “What do you say?”She arched her opening a letter, giving a quick read, and showed her sisters.

“We’re in,” Their grins widened at the letter’s content.

“Ready or not, Dusk Shine. You’re about to be Dazzled,” Adagio purred, tossing the letter on her bed before blowing a kiss at the fading star.

Congratulations, Adagio Blaze, Sonata Dusk, and Aria Blaze. You’ve been accepted to Crystal Preparatory Academy.

What is Friendship?

What is friendship? The classic definition is a mutual non-romantic attraction based on trust and support between two or more people. If romantic feels do blossom then they’re more than simple friends. There’s levels of friendships such as coworkers and or associates where you simply know the person due to being in the same environment for an extended period. You may know the basic details of the person such as their name, age and probably their birthday and relationship status. However, you care little for their hopes, dreams, aspirations along with their fears and traegies. Why? Simply, you have no emotional investment in their personal lives or indifference as it doesn't impact you in any way. Although that’s the mystery of friendship as social creatures. We desire companionship. This primordial desire compared with mutual cooperation and intelligence allows humans to be the dominant species. Friendship is a bizarre concept. Groups of unique people where on the surface would never interact with each other creating deep everlasting bonds going from parent to child to grandchild. Even nations and families uphold ancient alliances for centuries. That’s the magic of friendship.

A beautiful, wonderful trap. Friends are your greatest enemies. They know everything about you. Your hopes, dreams, strengths and weaknesses. That makes them the perfect enemy. Why? The unseen blade is the deadliest. How many times in history and stories have someone been betrayed by those they called friends? Fortunately, the days of cloaked assassins hiding bloody daggers are long gone. Now, it requires more guile and finesse. Sabotage, foul rumors, espionage, under the table deals and finding a sycophant here and there. It’s fascinatingly disturbing at how people would sacrifice their self-respect and free will to appease someone that views them as less than worthless. Nevertheless, those were tools of the rich and powerful. An overlooked tool is networking. The mere association of an influential group or institution propels one’s career to staggering heights. That’s where Crystal Prep Academy comes in as one of the most elite schools in Equestria. Many desired for their children to be accepted and more so enrolled here. Business people, lawyers, scientists, engineers are found and created here at Crystal Prep. A single semester guarantees a student easy passage to other schools if they choose to transfer. That’s what happens to a number of students throughout the decades to the century of Crystal Prep. They cracked under the pressure. This is an elite school for a reason operating at least one grade level higher than the average school curriculum. Fortunately, there were no major...incidents for decades. They can’t risk their precious reputation. That’s what all the beloved Principal Cinch cares about. She pushed CPA to new heights. Her benefactors and various alumni donated and provided several services to the students. Field trips, scholarships, internships and even jobs. However, they aren’t guaranteed. Some of them are reserved for the best of the best students at CPA. There’s still the best among the best. This person is simply known as the Top student. CPA could’ve given them a fancy title. But, that would’ve been bragging. Furthermore, the Top student can change. Dusk Shine held the title of Top student for two to three years since he arrived at Crystal Prep Academy with pride and disdain. There’s one rule that he follows.

“There’s no such thing as friends in Crystal Prep,” Dusk Shine reminded himself. He saved his work and turned off his monitor. He raised his glasses to rub his exhausted violet eyes. “Man, I’ve been at that lab report for too long but it’s done,” Dusk Shine replied as he stood up from his chair to stretch and walk around for a bit. Sitting for too long is harmful to your health. The lab report wasn’t due for at least another two weeks but it’s good to be early. Laboratory work has always been a pleasure for him. It’s a satisfying feeling when all your testing and hypothesis comes to life. He felt like a detective just without the all murder, death and dark secrets. Dusk paced to the white mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. The illuminated room can be described as an organized chaos of a makeshift lab with papers, chalkboards and electronics that he’s been tinkering around with. He wiped his mouth as the beverage trickled down his orchid neck. His dull eyes scanned the room. It wasn’t much as it was a converted janitor's closet yet this room was his safe havens in Crystal Prep. That’s one of the benefits of being the Top student. He asked then he received. Shame that Discord had to relocate. A strange but unique fellow. Dusk Shine smiled at the small dog bed near his desk. His beloved canine companion, Spike who was fast asleep. Dusk Shine wasn’t the cliche academic loner who hated everyone that wasn’t as smart as him. That’s boring. He loved his family and had a life outside of school. The top student opened his bag and reached for his lunch. Three. Two. One. He opened as the steam was released from it’s release. Sweet three cheese lasagna.

Spike was right by his pant leg with a wagging tail. “You know you’re a glutton right?” He acknowledged his friend. Spike barked. Dusk Shine opened one of his desk drawers. A bag of doggy treats. Spike circled around him putting his front paws on his leg in excitement. “Here you go buddy,” Dusk Shine tossed a few treats to him before sitting back down. He ate while reading a fantasy book written by his all time favorite author. Starswirl the Bearded. Dusk Shine peeked at his wall clock. He should be in class but thanks to being the Top student. He’s allowed to skip classes. Besides, his classmates cared little for his presence anyways except when they wanted answers. Dusk Shine scoffed at how he naively gave them answers in the past. What an idiot I was. He thought to himself. Some of them were upper classmates. He chuckled at the fallout when he told Dean Cadence. Those upper classmates were punished, mocked and ridiculed by the board and their fellow students. How pathetic do you have to be? You’re forcing another student. A younger one in fact, to do your work for you and get a higher grade than what you ever could. His eyes flashed blue for a moment in sadistic glee at what happened to them. Cinch and various other teachers cross referenced their assignments over the years at Crystal Prep. They discovered similar trends. Cinch and other officials gave them several options after lengthy negotiation. Redo their work before graduation. Repeat a semester or summer school. Forgoing breaks and holidays for remedial classes. The accused party were furious at the options for reasons. Some had only a few months to complete years worth of assignments. They risk losing scholarships and opportunities. Also arbitrary reasons like family vacations. Cinch told them a simple phrase if they didn’t adhere to the demands. Get out. That silenced their slimy tongues. To be expelled from CPA is an irremovable stain on one’s reputation. It’s extraordinarily rare for that to occur due to the litany of programs and methods offered. Suspension and/or probation is the more preferred method as it offers redemption. Expulsion at Crystal Prep means you’re beyond redemption. There’s a literal handful of expulsion enacted in the school’s entire history. Their names are listed in the school’s archives with the last one being over twenty to thirty years ago when Cinch was a student. This group now risks everything with their names immortally blacklisted. They obeyed her demands. Some of them got back on track. Others weren’t as fortunate. Dusk Shine rubbed Spike’s ears trying to take his mind off that event. They don’t matter anymore. Now he charges a fee for tutoring and answers or they do it themselves. Doesn’t matter to him. The less he interacts with some of his schoolmates the better. His smartphone buzzed. Who’s texting him at this hour? It’s a text from Sunny Flare. Great.

“Where are you? You’re supposed to be in class.” Sunny Flare declared. Dusk Shine didn’t know why she cared so much about him and his attendance. Their relationship is strange to say the least. He took the title of Top student from her. It was an easy assumption since her mother is the principal afterall. Although, Sunny Flare may be grateful since that takes pressure off of her. Now she’s like his assistant. Partner?

“I’m allowed to take breaks. Besides, I already finished that chapter,” Dusk Shine replied to her. Spike gazed at his master while munching a chew toy. It’s rather disturbing since chew toys were designed to mimic the death wails of small animals. “Didn’t know you missed my friendly aura”

“Sweetie, it’s my job to make sure you remain the Top student at Crystal Prep,” Sunny Flare answered. She calls anyone that annoys her dearie. However, Sunny Flare uses a slightly different tone when it’s him and calls him Sweetie. Was it disdain/sarcasm or her attempts at being flirtatious. He shrugged at either option. Then again, it won’t surprise if Cinch put her daughter up in an attempt on being his girlfriend. The two would be an absolute power couple. However, Dusk Shine already has enough bullshit to deal with regarding the rest of the student body. He didn’t rumors about him shacking up with the principal's daughter. What was she, a bastard child sent as a gift to strengthen her family's power and influence? “Cinch wanted to discuss something with you” She continued in a hesitant manner. This wasn’t like her to be nervous.

“Will Dusk Shine please report to the Principal’s office? Will Dusk Shine please report to the Principal’s office?” A voice on the intercom replayed the message. He looked up at the device in his ceiling and sighed.

“I got to go,” Dusk Shine whispered to his friend while rubbing the top of his lavender head. He stepped to the door. “Stay quiet until I get back okay buddy?” Spike nodded as he went back to sleep. Dusk Shine sighed as he put on his blank mask once again. He dusted any dog hairs off his pristine uniform and straightened his black tie. Cinch is allergic to dog hair. Yeah that doesn’t yell villain at all. Dusk Shine opened the gate of his paradise and walked into the hallway of his hell. His private room was on the second and her office was on the top floor. The bell rang a few moments ago. Fan-fucking-tansic. That’s more people he didn’t want to deal with. His amethyst eyes locked on a class when Fleur de Lis closed the window shade while glaring at him. He snarled. Well, fuck you to you pasty pseudo plastic model turned future prostitute. Enjoy being a before picture. His inner ranted before his expression turned neutral. He continued his journey before stopping at a trophy case. His trophy case while there were other awards but it was mainly his accomplishments. Dusk Shine’s fingers tenderly touched the glass. He got the highest score on every test shattering records in the school’s history. A melancholic chuckle escaped his lips. Anyone would be happy in his situation. Rank,prestige with the means of a long and successful career upon graduation. He wasn’t happy. It was eating your favorite food or everyday was your birthday or christmas. Everything became dull and boring. Dusk Shine's former academic enthusiasm eroded in the last year or two. He completed the curriculum. There’s nothing more for him at Crystal Prep.

“Better get going nerd. You don’t want to disappoint our beloved principal Cinch would you?” His reflection mocked with a cruel smirk staring back at him. He didn't know why he imagined himself as some type of fallen angel in ancient legends. This entity of his own mental creation looked down at him with his obsidian wings spread in a boast manner baring his fangs. His uniform is a savage mess almost risque like he belonged in an adult material. Their glazes locked. This Dark Shine gestured his head to the side. “Time to get going,” Dusk Shine nodded, resuming his path. Their glares stabbed him as he walked down the hallway. Dusk Shine slid his hands into his slacks as he motioned his body across the sea of malignant magenta. So many times they bumped into him as if he didn’t exist. “What a total doormat you were. Now you somewhat gain a spine. Not much but it’s an improvement,” Dark Shine taunted while Dusk glanced at the jogging soccer team with one of them glaring at him. The fuck is his problem. Oh right.

CPA operates under Darwin’s concept of Survival of the Fittest. You adapt, overcome, survive and thrive or fail and die. There’s two main methods of getting enrolled in Crystal Prep. One can take the entrance exam which is the most common method granted if you can pay the hefty tuition. Another is via recruiting by showing skill in athletics, academics and extracurricular activities allowing them a scholarship if they maintain their GPA. This allows lower income students a manner of prestige therefore in theory forcing the other students to improve their skills. That’s where he came in. Principal Cinch recruited him and some of his acquaintances at his old school decathlon impressing her with his math and science skills. Dusk Shine even took the entrance exam and passed with flying colours. However, he wasn’t some middle class nobody. His ears picked up on harsh hushed voices as they scowl at him as he climbed up the s. Dusk Shine was a social elite just like the majority of the students. They despised him for that. If he was a middle plebeian who was simply smarter than them. That was one thing. To know that he was just like them and was the Top student. He can’t imagine how sore their pride is. Oh he could but they don’t matter to him enough to care. These children of prominent families and people were deemed average and quaint before him. He’s envied and hated with a massive target on his back. Their only saving grace was their family’s current influence and business. Well if they don’t crash into the ground believing they can touch the sun that is. They couldn’t harm or bully him as he’s equal to them socially and that Cinch doesn’t want anything to happen to her number one student. She will not allow it. Their families can’t imagine the backlash they’ll face from the Principal and the public if they do.

Breaking News: Several students at the elite Crystal Preparatory Academy bullies the innocent top student.

Each of their faces broadcasted on the local channels and social media while their parents refracted any blame leaving them to deal with the consequences themselves. Their reputation tarnished. Instead, they settled on making him an outcast. Sour glares, bumping into him as if he never existed, hushed voices filled with pity envy and avoiding him as much as they could. The only time most of the other students interact with him is tutoring and knowing the due dates for various assignments.

“Maybe if those semi-inbred silver spooned brown nosers spent a fraction of the time hating you. They won’t need you to boost their grades up so their parents can take them to one of their vacation homes. At least you’re getting paid instead of doing it for free like the dumbass you were years ago,” Dark Shine muttered as Dusk Shine hollowly observed his fellow schoolmates who casually chatted amongst themselves with smiles on their faces. Is it wrong that he still wanted to interact with them? You know? Inside jokes, memorable moments and actually having fun at school. He did have friends here before. Not anymore. Perhaps, Crystal prep isn’t for people like him anymore.

“I know there’s more to life than just this,” Dusk Shine told himself in a rare moment of optimism as he climbed the stairs. “I just know it” Things will get better. Right?

Dusk Shine stood before the heavy doors of the ruler of this institution with a blue bench on each side. He gave himself a final checkup before entering. Always look presentable. That’s one of his core principles. Another perk is uniform customization as long as it fits within the dress code of course. His customizations weren’t outlandish. He wore his magenta sweater vest with a light blue long sleeve shirt and grey cuffs that extended to the middle of his forearm holding his star emblem on his shoulder. This emblem or Cutie Mark is the pride for all students.

“Oh there you are, Dusk Shine,” A familiar serene voice called out from the stairs as their heels clicked on the steps.

“Hello, Dean Cadence,” Dusk Shine greeted with a smile. She was a gorgeous slender woman with cerise skin and silky violet hair with streaks of rose and gold. Mi Amore Cadenza or Cadence as preferred held a special place in his heart making her one of the few people he genuinely admired at Crystal Prep. No, he didn’t have a crush on her. Okay maybe a little bit when he was younger but she was his babysitter so that barely counts. Plus, she married Shining Armor, his older brother. Also that Cadence had a baby around two years ago which further complicates things.

In summary, that’s a hard no for him,chief. Cadence had enough love letters to create a census. Yet, she fell in love with his dork of a brother. What does he know? Dusk Shine has never truly fallen in love before besides a few fleeing crushes here and there and moments of attraction. He won’t deny that his school had some gorgeous and incredible women that he didn't mind dating or improving their relationship. However, given his current reputation and climate of the school. Dating can wait. Plus, he didn’t need Cadence to go full-blown shipper on him. She loves love. If Cadence didn’t take Cinch’s job offer, she’ll be a top tier matchmaker. Dusk Shine went to a nearby mirror to analyze if his hair is appropriate for this meeting. CPA has a dress code allowing a few liberties for the student but only it applies to the uniform. A student's hairstyle and if they want ear piercings. That’s their business. Dusk Shine’s hair was another thing on people’s lips especially for the female students. His sapphire hair with a single streak of violet and rose was silky, vibrant and shone whenever the sunlight hit it. He kept his hair in a messy bun at school or a ponytail while in the lab. Otherwise it reaches to the upper or middle of his back. However, there’s another problem.

Let’s do an equation or formula. You take Dusk Shine’s reserved and distant demeanour. Factor in his academic accomplishments. Multiple it by his lithe body and effeminate appearance with thick rimmed glasses and messy bun. Divide by his wealthy background. The result should be a: Sexy librarian. It’s getting super annoying people thinking that he was a girl. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop some guys claiming that it made it better. Maybe he should cut his hair or something. But what style should he choose?

“Man, what a drag,” Dusk Shine groaned, readjusting his tie as he checked his hair.

“Everything is a drag to you, Dusk Shine,” Dean Cadence strolled towards his side with a faint smile on her face before a slight frown appeared. He used to be so happy. She remembered how excited he was coming to school with an eager smile on his face. Now, Cadence is lucky to get a small grin from him. Dusk Shine still smiles but not at Crystal Prep. Not anymore. Hell, they haven’t heard him sing in ages. He had a lovely voice. “Are you ready,” She asked. He nodded as everything was in order. Cadence knocked on the intimidating doors.

“Enter,” Principal Cinch’s deep voice called to them. The pair entered her shadowy office with two overhead lights illuminating the area.. It was wide and foreboding, better suited for a business executive. Numerous awards such as trophies, certificates, plaques and medals ordained the walls of the room with some having their own shelves. These were some of CPA’s best achievements especially under her rule. Some of it were his, Cadence, Shining Armor and hers from what he’s able to view. Cadence gestured to the lone chair located at the simple yet elegant mahogany desk with a large leather throne with gold accents behind it as the back faced him. The design reminds him of the eye of Sauron. His steps echoed before sitting down as his violet eyes glanced at a small metallic rectangular depicting ‘Principal’ on a gold plaque. “Welcome, Dusk Shine. Glad that you could make it,” She swirled her chair around revealing herself like a 90s supervillain or evil businessperson as her pearl earrings swinged. Extra points for the hands clasped over each other. His face remained neutral.

“Thank you, Principal Cinch,” Dusk Shine replied as she smiled. He didn’t like it one bit. There’s no denying that Cinch was a stunning woman albeit in a stern and authoritative manner. She’s old enough to his mother, maybe a bit older. It added to her appeal along with being a highly accomplished individual. Furthermore, she’s single. Dusk Shine doesn’t know whether he died or they were divorced. Her half-circle glasses emphasized her intense greyish fuchsia eyes. He subtly rubbed his hands in his lap. The door closed behind him. Dusk Shine turned his head. A well built adult man with alabaster skin and triple toned blue hair reaching the nape of his neck. He wore a professional grey shirt and black tie under a purple sweater with a blue shield with a purple star that matches his own on the right breast, dark blue slacks and grey dress shoes. The man smiled and waved at him. “Shining Armor, what are you doing here,” Dusk Shine raised a brow at his older brother. Cadence stepped forward.

“As alumni, Principal Cinch believed that he’ll provide a unique perspective on the current matter at hand,” She explained while he made lovely dovely at her.

“On what exactly,” Dusk Shine questioned. He knew but he didn’t care.

“Why the Friendship games, of course,” Principal Cinch interjected as she stood up showing off her navy fitted suit with diamond shaped buttons. “You completed in the games did you not Shining Armor and remind me of the outcome,” She ordered, putting her finely manicured hands on the desk as she leaned forward. His eyes widened with a quiet blush as she called out to him. Dusk Shine rolled his eyes at him. Stay focused, Shining. His brother cleared his throat and placed his hands behind his back.
“I did and we won,” Shining Armor smirked in pride as he folded his arms, chuckling a bit. “We always win,” He and Cadence shared a look. They competed together. The Crystal Princess and her paladin.

“Exactly. We always win,” Cinch repeated as she paced around her desk before stopping at a trophy shelf.

“Is that why you wanted to see me,” Dusk Shine calculated. Cinch grabbed a first placed trophy and cleaned it with a handkerchief. She smiled at her reflection.

“Precisely. Although, I’ll be honest, Dusk. It doesn’t matter if Crystal Prep wins or loses. The important thing is that we’re expected to win,” Cinch persisted, looking at him before delicately putting the trophy down. “We have a reputation or in better terms a standard to keep” She went to him while he remained seated giving a clear view of her rugged jawline.. “It’s that reputation. My reputation,” Principal Cinch placed a hand on her chest. His body heated up as he clenched his jaw. My reputation is. My reputation that. Is that all you fucking care about?! “Is the reason for everything we have here. Everything you’ve done.” She cracked a smile placing a hand on his shoulder. It was comforting yet made him feel slimy. “And you’ve done quite a lot,” Cinch purred, making his throat dry.

“I think I made my mark,” Dusk Shine muttered as her hand was still on his shoulder. He pushed his glasses up.

“Don’t be so modest,” Principal Cinch said before she sat back down at her desk maintaining her grin. “You’re the best student Crystal Prep has ever seen,” She exclaimed. Dusk Shine was a phenomenal student as he even broke some of her records. Genius like that doesn’t come often. She snatched him as soon as possible during the recruitment period. What made it better that he was of solid foundation. Dusk Shine had the natural talent along with sheer discipline of rigorous studying. Him being on the spectrum was irrelevant. Dusk Shine is a true genius. The succulent cherry on the top was his lineage. Both parents produced upstanding and outstanding children as themselves were well established citizens. Shining Armor was the youngest police captain in the city’s history. Dusk Shine is the longest running top student at Crystal Prep. Her contracts told her that this particular family has quality offspring for generations. She missed her chance at Night Light because Twilight Velvet got to him first. This is where her darling daughter, Sunny Flare comes in. However, that plan is still a bit early. “However, I don’t understand why my best student won’t want to compete,” Cinch frowned as she rolled a number two pencil on her desk.

“In the friendship game, Ma’am,” Dusk Shine questioned and pushed his glasses up again. Shining Armor stepped forward with his hands out.

“Look Shiny, I know that people and these types of events aren’t your thing,” He gently spoke to his brother, attempting to convince him to at least consider the option. “Representing the school is a big deal. Plus, they could really use your help,” He smiled. Of course, they only needed him to save their sorry asses. “Maybe this can be your chance to make some friends. It certainly helped me,” Both Cadence and Shining Armor blushed. Dusk Shine blankly stared at his brother as he pointed to his opened mouth and made a puking sound.

“Come on dude, it’ll be fun. A trophy with your picture in the news. Maybe a pretty girl here and there,” He attempted to sweeten the deal. “Girls like a hero,”

“That’s kinda sexist but whatever,” Dusk Shine retorted at his poor negotiation methods. It’ll take a lot more than attractive females to persuade him. Cinch cleared her throat to gather their attention.

“Canterlot high is undergoing a Renaissance,” She acknowledged retrieving a sheet of paper from her desk. “ Test scores, grades, even athletics are on the rise,” Her hand adjusted her glasses as she read off the list. What does that matter? They could’ve simply improved their curriculum. All schools do it. “They’ve started to develop a ‘reputation’,” She mocked at the word. And there it is. “This. Must not. Happen,” Her glare intensified. Dusk Shine took a calming breath before answering.

“Principal Cinch, I don’t believe I can participate. My research takes-” He started his explanation.

“Ah, yes, your work. Would you kindly retrieve my contact sheet for the Everton independent study project Cadance and Shining Armor,” Principal Cinch requested with a silvery tone. Dusk Shine’s spine shivered.

“Of course, Principal Cinch,” Cadence obeyed as Shining Armor opened the door for her. Please, don’t leave. Dusk Shine thought to himself. He turned to Cinch as they gave him one last look from before closing the door. His teenage heart sank to his stomach as he drummed his fingers on to his knees. “I understand you applied,” She whispered, savouring his fear and submissiveness. His face may be calm and collected. However, you don’t run one of the best schools by looking things at face value. Cinch pulled out a portfolio and read it’s contents. “One of the many benefits of a solid reputation is a measure of influence on such things,” She rested it on her desk. It had his name on it. “So,” Her voice got lower. “Let’s offer you a deal,” His neck hairs stood on end as he stared at the portfolio. “In return contributing to the games with your agile mind. I’ll use my influence to make your application a guarantee,” She slid it forward tempting him to grab it. His fingers twitched, wanting to take it and run. That’s why he wanted to get out of here. He’s so sick of it all. There’s nothing left for him here “Or I can have it denied,” Cinch pulled it back to her with a cruel smirk. The pit in his stomach expanded as his eyes widened. She wouldn’t, right?! What is he thinking? He totally would. He’s already a shoe-in for the program with his mathematical and technological skills. Her words can make it happen just a bit smoother. Cinch paced around her desk and sat down in front of him , crossing her smooth legs. “So what do you think I should do?” Her fingers lifted his chin ensuring that their gazes were locked. Please stop touching me. “Well, Dusk Shine,” She said patiently, giving him time for his answer.

“Okay,” Dusk Shine admitted with closed eyes. “I’ll do it,” His violet eyes were filled with purpose. She smiled. Properly obedient with a dash of backbone. Just how she likes them.

“Excellent. I knew you would see reason,” Cinch purred, rubbing his cheek in approval. He groaned under his breath. She went back to her seat. “We have some time before the games. I know that Canterlot high are doing preliminaries,” She continued to smile as she rummaged through her desk. Crystal Prep has preliminaries albeit in a different way. They have the talent show side of it but those are for the specialists. The students are monitored and evaluated on various factors throughout the school year. Grades, athletics, personalities, team comprehension and handy skills for the current Friendship games. This allows everyone to have a chance but Cinch has the final say.

“Do we have a team or people you have in mind,” Dusk remarked as he fumbled with his hands. Several files and a dark purple box with a bold stylized S in the middle were placed on the desk.

“I do,” Cinch surveyed some of the files. “You may recognize some of them,” She showed him some of the photos. He did as some were his classmates. His eyes narrowed at one of the students. Oh fuck it’s her. “Some of these are the potential A-team that’ll lead to success in the second round after demolishing Canterlot high in the first,” Her eyes perked up at him. “That should be no issue with you here. The B-team is more of a challenge. I have two in mind” The majority of his team would be female being seven in total. Some males can balance it out.

“I know some people,” Dusk Shine revealed after thinking for a moment. “I’ll have to do some research to double check if we want the best possible team,” Cinch nodded. His predictions are notably accurate. She didn’t need the best as she already did that. All she wanted was competent for the second half of the team.

“I expected nothing less but first,” Cinch declared as she turned the box to herself. Her finger entered the code for the box. CLICK! It opened. “Dusk Shine, would you kindly stand up,” He did what he was told. She stood as she strutted towards him with a Shadowbolt pin in her hands. “Congratulations. You have been selected to represent Crystal Prep Academy. Show them that you have skills and means as expected for Crystal Prep,” Cinch rephrased in a formal tone as she got in close to attach the emblem on his vest. Her perfume tickled his nose. “Be silent as a shadow with a might of a thunderbolt,” She concluded putting her hands behind her back.

“Thank you, Principal Cinch,” Dusk Shine duly replied as the bell rang. It’s almost time for the school day to end.

“I’ll write you a note,” Cinch brought up. He waited as she wrote on a piece of paper before stamping it with her seal. She handed it to him as another hand was on his back as they walked to the door. “Run along now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning in your report,” A few tiny rubs on his back before he left the room.

Dusk Shine walked down the stairs with her touch crawling on her back. The hallways were vacant. Perfect. He pulled out his phone and inserted his earbuds into his ears. Dusk Shine found his music and played a Sapphire Shores album on low volume. He needed to calm down for a bit. His melodious voice hummed in the hallways as he strolled down the pathway. No teachers, no classmates, no glares or just judgement. He can finally have some time to enjoy himself. “Oh, Dusk Shine,” A sickly sweet voice called out to him. “Where the hell were you? We have to get to homeroom” He frowned as it immediately shifted to sour.

“For fuck sakes this chick!” Dark Shine grumbled at the owner of the voice. Dusk Shine turned to the owner of the voice with a blank stare already annoyed by her presence.
“I have a note Sour Sweet. Didn’t hear the announcements,” Dusk Shine mentioned to her. Sour Sweet was a cute girl...on the surface. However, she had a nasty tendency of swapping between personalities. Hence her name. “Besides, why do you care about where I am and what I do,” She marched towards him with a scowl and hands on her hips.

“I don’t so hurry up,” Sour Sweet barked as he rolled his eyes at her as he turned around. His room was right down the hallway. She watched him close the door behind with a glare before it swapped to a sad frown. “Why the fuck do I keep doing?!” Sour Sweet berated herself as she covered her face with one of her hands. She doesn’t like doing that to him yet just can’t stop. “He has enough shit to deal with already but nooooooooo I keep adding to the pile with my shitty mood swings” She breathed but quickly regained herself when the door reopened. “Took you long enough,”

“Yeah, yeah, keep your ponytail on,” He blankly replied as they walked to class together while a cold yet respectfully distance from each other. Sour Sweet shot a few glances his way while he ignored her while his music still played. Pity really as they used to be friends. When people ask what happened. Drifted apart is the preferred answer. She’s a high tier athlete in archery while he was the top student. Also, Sour Sweet didn’t need his help when it comes to studying. Her indigo eyes found a pamphlet for Friendship games as they passed one of the bulletin boards. Maybe that’ll give her a chance to really talk to him and hopefully to make amends. It’s a longshot but what other chance will she get.

They found their class and went to their respective seats. He was in the front row while she was behind him. Their class wasn’t that big with barely above twenty students.

“I take it Principal Cinch wanted to talk to you about the Friendship games,”Sunny Flare acknowledged the pin on his vest. Not surprising since it’s him after all.

“Yeah, we’re figuring out the rest of the team,” Dusk Shine answered as he wrote down in his notebook. “I’m just the first official one,” He twirled the pen in his hand. “Do you know who can fit in?” She leans over to see what he has written. Her eyes widened as her name was on the list. They weren’t friends but were acquaintances. There’s no bad blood between them at least not anymore. Cinch insisted that they were in the same classes together and that Sunny Flare sits next or close to him. Sunny Flare was annoyed by this as he took the title of Top student from her. Now, she has a polite respect for Dusk Shine. He did for her as he trusted her to be on the Shadowbolts.

“How about Trenderhoof?” Sunny Flare considered as she moved her desk to be closer.

“Him,” Dusk Shine muttered. There’s nothing wrong with Trenderhoof as he’s one of the few people on neutral to slightly friendly terms with. However, Trenderhoof isn’t known for his academic skills. His family travels a lot so he has a lot of exposure to forgien cultures. Also he’s a bit of Casanova as he’s attempting to flirt with Suri Polomare. He wasn’t a bad looking dude but a couple landmarks short of a map. “He could help with history,” Dusk Shine considered as he wrote that down. The two continued to discuss as Sour Sweet narrowed her eyes with a pout.

“You know an easy solution to your mood swing problem is a good therapist right,” Sugarcoat rattled off not even looking up from her calculus book. “Why would anyone talk to someone whose mood is a coin flip,”

“No shit,” Sour Sweet growled despite it being the brutal truth. Man she could go for a smoothie right now. Sweeten Sour better take hers from the fridge or she’s shoving those drumsticks up her nose. She shook her head. They have a game to win and she needs to be ready.

“So, Shiny, what’s the verdict on friendship games,” Shining Armor asked while he and Cadence strolled to the parking lot ready to go home.

“I accepted her offer,” Dusk Shine remarked as the pin refracted light from the afternoon sun. Not like I could’ve refused. His brother smiled, wrapping an arm around his purple neck.

“See, I told you that this will be a good experience for you,” Shining Armor replied in glee. “So what did it for you,”

“Cinch said that it’ll make my application to Everton stand out,” Dusk Shine responded despite wanting to tell them the truth. Cinch’s reputation and influence runs deep.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that Dusk Shine,” Cadence informed by putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. Her touch was warm and comforting. He trusts her. “Are you sure that’s what you really want?” Her crystal heart emblem shined too. She trusts Dusk Shine’s decision making but his emphasis on getting into Everton worried her. Shining Armor too. Cadence is aware of his social outcast status but she’s the dean and was his babysitter. There’s only so much she could do without it being labeled as nepotism. However, going into an independent study and working on expert projects alone at his age can’t be healthy for his development.

“Why won’t it be? I’m focusing my time and energy on my own advanced math and science projects,” Dusk Shine giving a rare grin. Other students were waiting for their rides or had afterschool activities. “It’s a dream come true,” The adults shared a worrying glance.

“But there aren’t any classrooms with other students,” Cadence brought up as Spike rummaged in his bag. “You’ll be doing everything yourself,”

“How’s that any different from what I usually do,” Dusk Shine questioned as he gestured to a group of whispering students pointing at him. “At least I won’t be dealing with them and getting paid,” He scratches Spike’s ears. “Plus, it’s an independent study program. Not like anyone is going to miss me when I’m gone,” Dusk Shine shrugged, pushing his glasses up him. The second sentence raised sirens in their ears. ‘Not like anyone is going to miss me when I’m gone’ Was that figuratively or literally?! They stopped in front of him

“We just don’t want you to miss out on everything like prom, school events, parties while you’re stuck in the lab doing work. That’s all,” Cadence insisted to him. Good grief, they look like parents wanting their introverted son to have a social life. She smiled. “Being around people isn’t a bad thing,” They resumed walking. “It’s how we learn about ourselves,” Shining Armor unlocked the sedan door.

“I tried that. At least I learned how not to be a spineless weakling who lets others walk all over him like a cheap doormat,” Dusk Shine muttered with a dark tone in his voice, alarming everyone. “I won't be surprised if Cinch finds a loophole to keep me here,”They caught a glimpse of his eyes flashing cold dead cyan. Cadence and Shining Armor shared a knowing look.

“Enough of school for a while. Who wants to head to Donut Joes my treat?” Shining Armor considered as everyone was buckled up. They all raised their hands as Spike barked. “Alright, let’s go,” He started his engine and drove off.

His brother and former babysitter now his sister dropped him home. They had to pick up Flurry Heart from preschool. Dusk Shine took out his keys and opened the front door of his house while holding his white to go bag.. It was a luxury two story mini-mansion with a spacious backyard and a large shed in the back. They were still on the fancy side of Canterlot City. He closed and locked the door behind him. Spike leaped out from his backpack. He watched his friend sprint around in the room with his collar jiggling around with a smile. The marvel of the Zoomies.

Dusk Shine texted his family notifying them that he’s home.“There’s a checklist on the fridge?” He read off a text from his father. Dusk Shine walked into the kitchen. Oh, there it is. Right under a black, white, grey and purple striped flag magnet. “Okay, what do I have to do?” They always keep a checklist of tasks for the week. It keeps everything organized. “Take out the trash, laundry, defrost the chicken and please don’t burn the house down,” He listed off his chores. “Come on, I was like six,” Dusk groaned as he strolled to the trash can. The rest of the tasks were simple enough as it took him around ten minutes. He happily checked off everything on the list. Dusk Shine climbed up the stairs with his bag as Spike went outside through the kitchen doggy door. He had homework too.

Dusk Shine had the larger room between him and his brother. He needed the extra space for his awards, science equipment such as his telescope, chemistry paraphernalia and his aquarium. Also his large collection of books. He had a mini-library in his room. Dusk Shine placed his bag down on his bed. Man, there’s a lot of purple and blue in his room. It had a strong cosmic theme with posters of celestial bodies and a ceiling decoration of the solar system. He laid down on his dark purple comforter and closed his eyes for a few moments. Dusk Shine took several deep breaths. Today was stressful. He took out his phone.

“Hey, I’m doing my homework so I’ll be busy for the next hour,” Dusk Shine texted to his contacts. He received several okays and positive emojis before smiling at one technically two replies.

“Same here. Celestia and Luna along with the rest of our teachers are busting our asses to prepare for the Friendship games,” Sunset Shimmer groaned at her situation. “Knowing you Dusk, you won’t mind the extra homework,” She said with a laughing face

“Nah, that’ll be too easy,” Dusk Shine replied with a bored face.

“Shame that I’m unable to attend to my schedule as a performer of magic. Otherwise you Crystals would be crushed under the Great and Powerful Trixie,” Trixie boasted as Sunset and Dusk unleashed a torrent of laughing emojis at her. “You guys suck. Hey Dusk Shine are you competing in the games,” The magician asked the Prep. He hesitated. What should he tell them? Dusk Shine didn’t want to lie to them. They were his friends after all.

“I’m not sure yet but we’ll see in a few weeks,” Dusk Shine technically told the truth. “I’ll talk to you guys later,” He replied before sighing. “What am I doing?” His hand dragged down his face. That’s a later problem. Those calculus problems won’t complete themselves. Dusk Shine went to his study desk and took out his textbook. It was what he predicted. He completed it in an hour. His arms stretched above his head. Time for a break. “I’m going to my corner for a few minutes,” Another message was sent. This was his routine. Wake up, get dressed for school, go to school, come home, do his tasks for the day, relax, eat dinner, prepare for the next day. It’s repetitive, yes but it brought serenity to him. He opened his mini-fridge, received his donuts and a cold bottle of cranberry juice. Dusk Shine sat in his bean bag with a guttural groan. His hand reached for the stack of books near him while another hand grabbed a donut. It was his usual order: chocolate, powdered sugar and glazed. He ordered it so many times over the years that they always have some hot and ready for him. Dusk Shine ate it in that order while reading his astronomy book and took a few sips of his juice in between. His fingers found an extra donut. A plain tan one that’s still warm. Outside of his order but it’s still a welcomed one. Shining Armor paid for it not him. Still ate it. His timer blared. Bzzzzzzzztttttttt. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzztttttt. Time’s up.

“Now let’s get out these clothes. Man, I hate this tie,” Dark Shine hissed. Dusk removed his school clothes in an organized manner and put them in his closet. He’s left in a midnight blue shirt and purple boxers then covered them with a pair of mulberry shorts. A shiver went through his body.

“Crap, I got to piss,” Dusk Shine whispered as he rushed to the bathroom.

It’s his bathroom ever since Shining moved out. “Ahh that’s better,” He said in relief. That juice went right through him but it keeps the urinary tract healthy. Dusk Shine washed his hands before gazing at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes are still dead with a blank expression yet holds a sparkle of life in them. His hands grabbed the end of the sink. “It’s just a few more weeks and it’ll all be over. You got this.” He told himself with shut eyes.

“Everything is going to change, nerd,” His dark alter ego taunted. “Why is your hair still in this bun?” He asked. Dusk Shine removed the hair tie allowing the full length to be revealed. He was the spitting image of his mother. “It’s time for a haircut. We’re long overdue. You’re long overdue,” His host hesitantly grabbed a pair of scissors. He held a lock of his hair. Is he really doing this? It’s been like this for years. “Nothing stays the same nerd,” Dark Shine remarked in a normal voice. Dusk sighed. This hostile part of his personality smiled as pieces of his hair were calmly cut off.

The stars align for the dark prince

Sour Sweet snarled as she stomped towards the food court as Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat trailed behind. The archer’s shoe crashed into the tile floor, sending mild vibrations through her thighs. Patrons cleared a path for Sour Sweet with murder or thoughts of ruthless violence parading in her mind. “Who does that blue bitch think she is?” She fumed to herself. A better friend than you?

“You two don’t like each other,” Sugarcoat stated the obvious

“Gee, what gave that away?” Sour Sweet grumbled with a dirty look. Sunny Flare glanced at a video game store. They found an empty table in the food court.

“So, what did Cinch want to talk you about?” Sugarcoat prodded. Sunny Flare flinched at the question. Should she tell them? Not like they can help her. “Did it have something to do with that envelope?”

“Yes,” Sunny Flare admitted emotionlessly. “It wasn’t his recommendation to Everton,” She whispered. Their brows bridged together at the answer. If it wasn’t for Everton, then what was it? “She promised compensation if he was rejected,” Sunny Flare implied to the only people she can call friends. The two scoured their minds. What could she promise? Wealth, fame, power? No, it can’t be something as frivolous as that. Dusk Shine had all of them already. Something tangible and accessible? Sunny Flare’s hopeless eyes caught their attention. Their eyes widened, catching their breaths in their throats.

“You got to be fucking shitting me,” Sour Sweet muttered. Sunny Flare shook her head, grabbing her wrist. “Is there something you can do?”

“What can I do?” Sunny Flare countered, exhaling as she covered her face. “For all I know, she has my signature to sign some contract,” She muttered at her dire circumstances. The big question is will Dusk Shine accept it? “The only good thing about this shit fest is that it’s Dusk Shine and not some creep old enough to be my grandfather,” Sunny Flare rationalized, attempting to see the positives. “Unless you guys want to relieve some stress instead of me,” She glanced at the two, gesturing a stroking motion. “Your hair is already in a ponytail,” Sour Sweet's face raged pink at the suggestion. Sunny Flare checked her phone. Her chauffeur is waiting outside. “I’ll see you guys later,” She mumbled before walking off.

Principal Cinch sipped a glass of exquisite wine as she did some light reading when the doorbell chimed, echoing throughout the halls. She grinned at the notification from her cell phone. Cinch placed a bookmark as she sauntered to the front door. A delivery girl with grayish skin held a parcel.

“Delivery for Abacus Cinch,” Derpy read off the name. If you’re curious, yes, that’s her name.

“That’s me,” Cinch answered. She signed the form, taking it from the girl's hand. “Thank you,” The postal worker saluted before heading to the van. From Sire’s Hollow. She smiled at the location, closing the door. Cinch ambled to her private studies and locked the entrance. No distractions. She carefully opens the package, removing the bubble wrap and other cushioning. “There it is,” Cinch smirked at the tiny purple chest. She grabbed the note from Firelight. Here’s the item as promised. The note read. This is an ancient relic discovered in the Badlands. His tribe was the masters of Aether. Please take care of it. Cinch opened the chest. Her fuschia eyes glimmered at the purple amulet. One on the surface, it’s unremarkable yet the runes resonated with unmatched power. She reached for it when it rumbled with an arcane force, wincing as it scorched her hand. Cinch nursed her palm. No burn. “Better to keep it locked,” She muttered, closing it with a snap. Cinch activated her desktop as the light reflected off her glasses. Acceptance letter sent. The message was read and received.

A rhythmic knocking caught her attention. “Ms. Cinch. Sunny Flare and I have arrived,” Her housekeeper announced

“Thank you, please get dinner started,” Cinch ordered, shutting off her computer.

“Of course, ma’am,” She obeyed. Cinch gave the chest a final look before leaving the room.

Dusk Shine stared at the accused envelope provided by Principal Abacus Cinch. It reeked foul deception as Night Blaze glared over Dusk Shine’s shoulder. Whatever this letter contains, he won’t like it. His purple fingers grazed the seal, pinching it for a moment. He exhaled before removing it. “You ready, nerd?”Night Blaze asked his host. Cinch promised compensation if or in her case when his application to Everton was rejected after they won the Friendship Games.

“Are we ever?” Dusk Shine retorted while opening the letter as Night Blaze shrugged. Now what does Cinch has to offer? There’s not much she can give him. However, her influence and reputation run deep. It better be good or piqued his interest.

‘Dear Dusk Shine. As requested from our earlier engagement, I have provided a matter of compensation if your application to the Everton independent program is regrettably rejected for whatever reason,’

“That’s because your flat ass did something,” Night Blaze accused as they read the typed letter. He rubbed his brow. “What else does it say?”

“Your monthly stipend as the top student of Crystal Prep Academy will increase to $750 and further increases until your momentous graduation,” The pair glanced at the other with interest. That’s almost double then what they usually paid him. Okay, more money. He’s already one of the wealthier members of society. You need to give him something … more. “Your private lab will be expanded into a lounge room or free space for your leisure. A tiny home away from home, if you say. Everyone needs a break from time to time. However, the school rules are still enforced as expected from a professional like yourself. No parties or prohibited substances. Also, keep noises at a respectable volume. Although your lab has soundproof material, it was an old music room then a custodial closet,”

“My lab is soundproof?” Dusk Shine questioned the information. He rubbed his chin, reexamining the characteristics. It is reasonably isolated, spacious for its size, and easy to expand into the other vacant rooms. There’s more to the letter.

“Accommodations will be provided and multifunctional due to the limited space such as a sofa or couch, table, chairs, or beanbags. You can use the projector to watch movies or presentations for yourself and your guests,” She continued stoically. Guests? He doesn’t have friends at Crystal Prep.

“You may never know. It can happen in a few years,” Cadance’s heavenly voice echoed in his mind. So annoying. Night Blaze fanned the thought bubble away.

“You have to admit that it does sound pretty nice,” He informed the scientist. Dusk Shine groaned at the suggestion. Cinch is buttering him up for the inevitable aftermath of her betrayal. Let’s check the facts. She gave better pay and improved research facilities for his enjoyment. He can play a few games during his downtime. Huh. Maybe inviting some people won’t hurt. Sugarcoat, Sunny Flare, and maybe Lemon Zest as long as she behaves. An image of Sour Sweet’s smiling face flashed in his mind. NO! No… that’s in the past.

“I do hope these are to your liking. Now would you kindly scan the QR provided for an added bonus?” Cinch’s corrupting voice boomed, forcing his eyes to dull. Night Blaze frowned at his host, obeying Cinch’s commands like an automaton following its programming. Dusk Shine pressed the link. Vile and wrath fueled his eyes at what was shown. Dusk blinked absentmindedly as he regained his composure, fixing his glasses.

“What the Tartarus?” They muttered at the contents. A photo album of Sunny Flare ranging from safe in her uniform and casual attire to more risque as in being a two-piece bikini. He paused at a picture. It’s a selfie. Sunny Flare held a digital camera, smiling in front of a mirror. Her white bra sat proudly on her chest with her CPA skirt securely fastened to her waist. The photo had to be taken before or after school.

A message popped up. “I’m aware that this is a shock to you given your reserved nature and reservations about relationships,” Yeah, no shit Sherlock. “However, my daughter, Sunny Flare, has been tasked to be your ‘assistant’ ( I use that term loosely since you view her as an equal) for some time now, but her aid isn’t required per se but greatly appreciated. There are some ways she can be of ‘service to you,” Dusk Shine gulped, pausing at the sentence. The abyss in his gut expanded, growing vaster each passing second. Is she saying?

No. No way.

“For instance, she can ‘aid’ in your stress management,” She’s vague about her wording to cover her tracks. “Along with being a companion, perhaps even more if you so desire. You have to admit that Sunny Flare is a lovely young lady. I do hope that these photos will make you see her in a different light. They’re yours to keep,” Yep, there it was. That’s why she sent those photos. “Perhaps, it can make you more open to what she can do. Both of you are healthy adolescents in the prime time of youth; thus, certain feelings and desires will emerge. Please do enjoy yourself, Dusk Shine, and take your time to consider this final request,” Cinch’s scheming voice lingered into his ear.

“Holy shit,” Night Blaze muttered at the situation's absurdity in disbelief. “This bitch is offering her own daughter as a way to keep you at Crystal Prep,” Sunny Flare’s too independent to submit to it willfully. Unless. His fiery azure eyes expanded upon analyzing the horrifying facts. “Sunny Flare doesn’t know about this,”

“No, she has to know something about this,” Dusk Shine recalled. Cinch asked her to stay for a moment. “She doesn’t have a say about it,” He said bitterly, acknowledging the similarities of their situation. Both are forced by Principal Cinch to be in unfavorable positions. All for her benefit and reputation. He can’t imagine how Sunny Flare feels right now. His finger traced a healed year old scar. Never mind, he does. The lingering burn of someone you thought you could trust. Never fades. “Cinch is in the here too,” Dusk Shine scrolled through the tasteful photos of his dear principal.

“The fuck are you going with these?” Night Blaze questioned his host. Dusk Shine’s lips straightened with a side glance at the photos with a hand on his purple shorts. His azure eyes ricocheted. “Dude, you wouldn’t! Like seriously,” Night Blaze groaned what at the mulberry male.

“I mean…” Dusk Shine softly defended himself before Spike barked at him. “Damn, Spike, you too,” His canine nodded, glaring at his master. “Okay, fine. I won’t use them… for now,” Dusk Shine concluded.

Night Blazed crossed his arms. “That’s better,” He grumbled before vanishing. Dusk Shine exhaled, placing Spike into his place. This is going to be a long few weeks.

A regal figure lay in her bed, twisting and muttering before yelling in a cold sweat. She wiped her brow, attempting to recover from her haunting dream. The sky tore, followed by gales topping their mighty structures like straw. Something or someone descended from one of the tears. Her citizen screamed as magical blasts burst through his clawed hands, trying to flee from this black-winged devil. He cackled maniacally at his newfound power. Was it revenge after years of being treated like an outcast? Did something corrupt this poor child forced to be something he never wanted to be? He arched his head, maintaining his crooked grin before jetting off to her castle.

“Your highness, is everything alright?” Her guard questioned after knocking on her door.

“Everything is fine, Stone Chaser,” She consoled her sentry. Her violet eyes narrowed as she placed on her robe. She searched her halls for that once more. The monarch stood before an ordinary standing mirror with a horseshoe-shaped rim lined with pink gems. “Will I have to travel back that world again after so long?” She muttered as the reflective surface shimmered and rippled her touch.

Cinch checked her exquisite silver wristwatch as the late morning sun’s gentle rays shone upon her and a group of students. They gathered in their cliques, conversing in the parking lot and some of the sitting areas. No uniform insight. Today’s casual Friday, after all. An optional day for students to relax and use the free day to catch up on assignments. However, someone is missing.

“Where is he?” Sour Sweet grumbled, observing another bus drive past. “He’s always the first one here,” She complained to the other Shadow Bolts. Dusk Shine, their star member, is late. Lemon Zest’s music blocked any data from entering. She’s too busy rocking out.

“Maybe he had too much fun with that Trixie girl,” Trenderhoof joked with Neon Lights before Royal Pin kicked him in the shin with a snarl and crossed arms. Sour Sweet shot a dark glare, silencing him as he raised brown hands in defense. Moondancer dripped her skirt. He was with BELLATRIX LULAMOON?!

“Dean Cadance isn’t here either,” Sugarcoat brought up, checking the buttons on her black overalls. If she isn’t here, then Dusk Shin isn’t here. Cinch’s coat pocket vibrated. She accepted the call before placing it at her ear.

“Sorry, Principal Cinch. I’m on my way,” Cadance answered from the other side of the phone.

“Dean Cadance, may I ask about your whereabouts?” Cinch requested. It’s not like them to be late.

“I’m at the intersections of Thundercloud Pathway and Diamond road,” Cadance revealed. Cinch picked up muffed sounds of car horns and sharp winds. “I should be in there in seven minutes” She paused for a moment. “Wait three minutes? How?” Cinch raised a brow. Cadance is speaking to someone. “You wouldn’t,” The Dean whispered in a stern voice with a tinge of fear and worry. An engine roared with enthusiasm, accelerating to its destination. “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!” Cadance screamed before the dial tone beeped steadily. Blank stares and owlishly blinked were exchanged amongst them. What the Tartarus is going on? Indigo Zap cupped her ear at an incoming sound. Screaming and a…motorcycle engine?

“Guys, get down!” The athlete exclaimed, bringing Lemon Zest under the table with her. They scrambled for cover except for Cinch and Discord, who paced to the side. The principal glanced at the soccer field for the approaching yells of Dean Cadance as the machine soared over both wired fences before landing on the pavement. The driver arched their body and motorcycle at an angle, dragging their feet to a screeching halt. Cadance desperately clung to their body with shut eyes, opening them when the rumbling stopped.

“Oh, thank Faust,” She exhaled in relief with a mutter as she removed her pink helmet. “Next time, we’re talking the bus,” Cadance ordered while straightening her hair. Few strands of pink hair were still out of place. The driver shrugged, smirking behind the visor before parking the bike.

Cinch examined her watch. “Two minutes and 24 seconds,” Cadance glared at the beaming cyclist. Don’t you say a single word. “Thank you for arriving, Dean Cadance, but where is Dusk Shine?” She requested as his presence is required for today. Cadance gestured her thumb to the driver with a blanky annoyed expression. They focused their attention on the covered motorcyclist. Their black-gloved hands removed the obsidian and violet striped modular helmet revealing the stoic face of CPA’s top student.

“DUSK SHINE?!” The students exclaimed at the shocking revelation as their flabbergasted eyes followed him. Cinch as well with widened eyes. She didn’t know about this. Although, that shouldn’t surprise her, given his linage. He shook his head before escorting his bike to a parking space. Some of the girls whispered how nice the leather motorcycle suit fit him. Dark glares from Moondancer and Sour Sweet silenced the gossip. Although, they have to admit. He does look incredible.

“Dude, how long have you been riding motorcycles?” Indigo Zap questioned with starry eyes. More students began to crowd the academic.

“A few months now,” Dusk Shine revealed as he removed pieces of his protective suit displaying the purple star mark on the chest piece. “Got my license over the summer,” He shrugged again. More of them muttered, impressed at him. He can technically drive. Fleur de Lis rolled her eyes. Whatever, big deal.

Sugarcoat pushed up her glasses as she analyzed the design of the motorcycle. “You had this custom made.” She stated. They raised a bow at her. Custom-made? She paced closer to the cobalt and violet bike with some angular black stripes. “It’s a touring bike with some sports,” Sugarcoat predicted.

“That’s correct,” Dusk Shine replied with a dull tone. “It’s a PXW127 Ironclad Guardian with some Skyrunner,” The pair exchanged details about the machines, with Sugarcoat leading the conversation.

“Huh, I didn’t think I’ll see him talk about something besides science or books,” Jet Set acknowledged as they nodded in agreement. “Guess we don’t know him that well after all,” Trixie’s word echoed and stabbed their hearts and mind. Three years without knowing a damn thing about him.

“I wanted to get the Amethyst Dragon with a hydrogen engine,” Dusk Shine smiled before pouting. A smile and a cute pout?! “But dad said no. So I’m stuck with parts of my brother’s old bike,”

“That sounds like Night Light,” Cinch and Disord responded with a smile. “So, what’s the name of it?” Discord asked. Dusk Shine rubbed the smooth seat.

“Its command is Awaken and Roar, Starlance,” He commanded. Royal Pin snickered at the phrase when Lemon and Sour Sweet kicked his ankle and punched his upper arm. He glared at the girls rubbing his arm.

“I know that comes from her mother and Shining Armor,” Cinch remarked.

“Hey, Dusk Shine, you mind giving a girl a ride?” Lemon Zest teased with a smirk.

“I don’t mind, given our mothers' relationship with each other. I can make some time,” Dusk Shine answered, focusing on the bike. She continued to grin as some snickered. Cadance counted down with her fingers. Three, two, one. He snapped his head with flustered eyes and a meek blush spreading across his face. “You mean a ride to school, right?” Dusk Shine wanted to clarify the question. Lemon Zest clasped her hands behind her red skirt, humming to herself.

“I believe it’s time to head inside,” Cinch ordered, stopping the juvenile conversation.

“Okay, let me take this off,” Dusk Shine requested. Cinch granted his request. He removed the upper layer of the suit, leaving him in a sleeveless coal turtleneck, displaying several armbands on his deliciously toned limbs. Some fanned themselves at the show with a modest blush. How are they so firm. Fuck, they can see the veins. “What?” He asked with a crooked brow, getting annoyed at the lingering stares.

“Those, bro!” Indigo Zap gestured at the muscles. “Like how?” She exclaimed to her confusion. Damn, Indigo Zap thought he had weak nerd arms. There goes that bet.

“He always wears long sleeves,” Sugarcoat informed, taking a few glances of her own. Wow, that’s some good stuff right there.

Fleur de Lis scoffed at his form, marching towards him. “Oh please, he’s just flexing him,” She manicured fingers flicked his biceps, only for it to bounce back with a ting. Her eyes widened at the density. No, no, no. Dusk Shine is a wimpy scrawny nerd. Nothing more. Fleur De Lis grabbed his biceps again. It remained solid. “Oh, my,” She shuddered with pink cheeks.

“Um, can you not?” Dusk Shine demanded at her roaming hands. His words broke her stupor, revealing her situation. He prolonged his glare, causing her to back off as Sour Sweet would do it herself. “Besides, I’m not flexing,” He stated, raising his arm. “This is flexing,” The biceps bulged to their bewilderment. Several eyes expanded to dinner plates at the muscle. Some even blushed and drooled at the sight of him. Upper Crust held Suri back from pouncing on him like it was the last pair of shoes that were 95% off on Black Friday. Moondancer bit her lower lip, holding herself as she shuddered deeply. Dusk Shine rotated, flexing his shoulders, highlighting his detailed back muscles as they pushed against the fabric.

“BY FAUST’S MANE!” Fleur De Lis shouted with rosy cheeks as she took several wobbly steps back. Cinch arched her brow. He’s more sculpted than expected. Impressive. She glanced at Sunny Flare with a tiny grin, averting her staring at her classmate.

“Now, I’m flexing,” Dusk Shine boasted before smirking at Indigo Zap. “Most of my muscles are in my back due to carrying CPA,” He broadcasted to the crowd. They don’t know how they feel about this revelation. A number of the guys were pushing their biceps. Another shot at their pitiful ego. Dusk Shine wasn’t only smarter than them and had a better physique. He never showed it until now. Book worm one moment, sports team member the next. What is life? “Now, let’s head inside,” Dusk Shine returned to his normal tone.

“Are you sure?” Cadance whispered, glancing at his attire. He paused at the stare. What’s wrong with how he dressed. Discord tapped his shoulder, gesturing to several girls staring and smiling flirtatiously. His amethyst eyes widened as a chill flashed across his body. Their prolonged piercing gazes forced him to cover himself. Maybe he should get changed. He snatched a smoke bomb capsule from his jeans. Discord and Cadance stepped back before he slammed it on the ground, covering himself a thick cloud of vibrant purple smoke.

Dusk Shine reappeared. A purple and black cosmic theme pullover hoodie replaced the turtleneck. “Better now?” He asked with his hands resting in the front pockets as crowd members frowned. Cadance nodded as her pink hands into her dress pockets. Her eyes expanded, feeling only lint and not the cold metal of the door keys. Uh oh. “You forgot the keys,” Dusk Shine deadpanned, watching her scramble in a panic.

“I did,” Cadence submitted in defeat after checking her purse. Cinch facepalmed.

Dusk Shine sighed as he approached the door. He crouched, sticking his hand out while analyzing the door lock structure. “Does anyone of you ladies have a bobby pin that I can use, please?” He formally requested. Several crowded him and offered the proposed item. “Thank you,” Dusk Shine took them before working on the lock. He bent one of them and inserted it into the keyhole.

“Um, what is he doing?” Cinch questioned Cadance with a sideglance. The former babysitter shrugged with a dumbfounded expression. Hey, don’t look at her as she has no idea about this either. The metallic doors opened with a whiny screech. Dusk brushed the dirt off his jeans, gesturing for them to enter.

“Finally,” Fleur De Lis groaned, pacing inside as others followed.

“Dusk Shine, I am concerned that you know how to pick locks,” Cadance emphasized the moral ambiguity of his actions. “I’m worried about it,” She said.

“Then stop worrying about it,” Dusk Shine replied, placing the helmets back into a container.

“Dusk Shine, you telling me not to worry about it is causing me to worry about it,” Cadance narrowed her eyes at him.

“Then stop worrying about it,” Dusk Shine assessed with his bag on his back. She took a calming breath. Don’t let him get to you. This is how he has fun. That smirk spells it all for the Dean. It should be a regular day for him.

Or so he thought. Dusk attempted to ignore the prying eyes and grins of the tiny group of girls in front of him. Sweet Faust, why can’t they ignore like they always do? They assembled in the study hall in the east wing of the school. Teachers used this for non-class activities such as movies or game rooms for school parties. Most of them did their homework or got an early lead on their following assignments. Some … not so much. “So tell me, Dusk Shine?” Suri Polomare purred as he typed away on his work laptop. “Why’d you cut your hair?” She questioned with her beaming group when Sour Sweet glared her eyes at them. Moondancer joined her. Can’t you see he’s trying to work?

“I needed one,” Dusk Shine replied, glancing at his notebook. “I was overdue for one since it might become a safety hazard, so I cut it myself,” He absentmindedly stroked a space where a strand of hair used to be. His pen scribbled data onto the page.

“Technically, that was all me,” Night Blaze corrected. “You’re welcome, by the way,”

“He cut it himself,” A girl with deep tangerine hair wrapped into a bun repeated as they whispered in a glee. Okay, I’ll be honest with you guys. There are too many fucking colors that the creators of MLP use for their characters. I need to create a character spreadsheet to keep track of these colors. They have colors I didn’t know existed. Oh, god, the background characters too.

“When do you get your piercings?” Another girl with spikey pale cerulean hair. She’s on the track team, if he recalled. “They’re so cool,” She leaned forward with a flirtatious grin, displaying a clear view of her cleavage in her Persian blue tanktop. Moondancer snapped her pencil in her concealed wrath. Fucking slut. She brushed the wood chips and graphite off her palms.

“Mid-Middle school,” Dusk Shine muttered, averting his eyes, not used to his form of attention. Sour Sweet marched behind him with a hollow glare. Who the fuck do these bitches think they are? He was a social outcast. A nobody, only acknowledging his existence when you need to get an A for an assignment, barely a week ago. But now you want him like he’s the newest iPhone. Unbelievable.

“Your dad is in data or computer science, right?”Suri Polomare asked with half-lidded eyes, resting her chin on her pale orchid hand, twirling a lock of her violet hair. He nodded, hoping that they’ll leave him alone. “And your mom is …” An abrupt sharp chill cut their skins, halting her sentence. “Damn, why is it so cold?” She whispered, covering herself despite having a light sweater now. The tiny crowd shattered to regain their warmth. Plus, dealing with a silently furiously Sour Sweet isn’t how they planned to die.

“You need to calm down,” Sugarcoat interjected. More of the Shadow 5 approached.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Sour Sweet replied through gritted teeth with her dexterous hands resting on her bare forearms. She double-takes on Sugarcoat’s missing presence. “What the?” The archer muttered, finding the pigtailed girl leaning over Dusk Shine’s shoulder.

“What are you working on?” Sugarcoat asked with a hand on his shoulder. Some Crystal Prep students rubbed their eyes to better clarify this scene. He’s okay with it?

“Nothing much,” Dusk Shine answered, nonchalantly about the contact. It didn’t bother him. “I’m doing my citizen science project and organizing my telescope photos,” He answered when a glimpse of triple-toned green hair entered his peripheral.

“You’re locating galaxies?” Lemon questioned the scattered dots of bright lights in the immense void regions of space. More the Shadowbolts joined in observing the pictures. He inhaled and exhaled at the suffocating aura, relaxing his racing heart. “So this is what you do in your spare time,” Her smooth hair tickled his ear as she leaned forward.

“One of the things I do,” Dusk Shine answered, clicking on a folder labeled ‘Celestial Bodies.’ They marveled at the pristine photography of several nebulae formed into abstract shapes such as helmets, animals, and body parts, typically eyes and planets in their solar system. “Stargazing is one of my preferred hobbies,” He continued. Sunny Flare wondered what camera did he use or did he used his phone?

“Astrology?” Upper Crust asked. His eye twitched at the comment before inhaling.

“No, that’s a pseudo-science fueled by confirmation bias,” Dusk Shine informed. “Astrology has been used to catalog when people were born in the past as they didn’t have reliable databases,” He continued placing his palm against his chest. “I studied Astronomy. It deals with celestial bodies, space, and the physical universe,” Dusk Shine gestured to his photo album.

“Where did you take these photos?” Sunny Flare probed. These were clear and well documented. He couldn’t have just taken these at any random place.

“I took some of these in one of the parks the other day,” Dusk Shine gave her a rare smile. “It was a good night,”
“Probably even better with that Trixie girl, huh?” Neon Lights brought up. They stared at Dusk Shine’s blank face. Who’s Trixie?

“Nothing happened,” He declared, ignoring Royal Pin’s attempt to drill two holes in his skull. “I dropped her home, stayed for an hour or two. Her mom was there then went back home to help with dinner,” Dusk Shine explained. “That’s it,” He concluded. Royal Pin’s blood continued to boil with pulsating veins on his forehead.

“That’s it?” Dean Cadance repeated. Even she didn’t know about their get-together. She approached him through the group and examined his neck. No hickeys.

“Yes, besides, you’ll be among the first to know if something hypothetically did happen,” Dusk Shine accused his love-obsessed babysitter. She had a knack for sniffing romance. Her baby blue eyes lit up with a question. “We had some free time and did some errands together,” He revealed with a quiet glow on his cheeks.

Cadance's grin reached her ears as Dusk Shine shot her dirty look. He does not like that on her face. “Please excuse,” She skipped away while dealing a number. “I told you it was quality time,” Cadance bragged to the other person on the line. They glanced between her and Dusk Shine, who dragged his hand on his face.

“It’s one of the five love languages,” He explained to his vexation. “The rest are physical affection, for instance, holding hands and hugging. This is the most common love language. Acts of service. Doing tasks around the houses or helping with something. Words of Affirmation. Compliments and how you enjoy being with them. Finally, giving gifts. Self-explanatory,” He concluded as some took notes for these languages. “Are you done now?” Dusk Shine grumbled at his beaming babysitter. Did she make a bet or something?

“Yes,” Cadance’s smile remained. He rolled his eyes as she ruffled his hair. Her little brother-in-law is growing up.

“Like I said, nothing happened,” Dusk Shine said again. “You can call her to ask,” He pointed to Royal Pin as he fixed his hair.

“I will,” Royal Pin fumed, rapidly dialing her number as flickers of irritation flared in his soul.

“What can I help you, Royal Pin?” Trixie’s displeased voice answered, wanting to talk to anyone besides him. He calmed himself before speaking into his phone.

“Good day to you, Bellatrix,” Royal Pin responded, calling her by her full first name. “What did you do with Dusk Shine the other day at the mall?” He demanded of his cousin, staring daggers at Dusk.

“I sucked him off. You happy now?” Trixie blurted out without a care in the world. Discord spit out his chocolate milk, covering his mouth while he coughed. Royal Pin dropped his phone with bloodshot eyes at the answer as the rest just stared at Dusk Shine,

“TRIXIE!” Dusk Shine shouted as he blushed loudly along with several classmates. Trixie chortled, hearing the dismay and fear in his voice. Oh, she loved getting a rise out of him. Not so prim and proper are you, Mr. Smarty Pants.

“Relax, I only did to piss him off,” She smiled, wiping a tear from her eye. Man, she needed that laugh. Several relief sighs exited their mouths. “Besides, I’ve seen your body. You have nothing to be ashamed about,” Trixie purred in a husky tone. His classmates recalled what occurred earlier in the parking lot. Few nodded to agree.

One of them stared for a little longer than what’s required for social interaction. “Hey, eyes up here,” Dusk Shine confronted, pointing to his smooth face.

“I’ll talk to you later, Dusk Shine,” Trixie remarked. That broke Royal Pin’s stupor, roughly grabbing his phone from the circular table.

“NO, YOU WILL NOT!” Royal Pin roared as more stress veins pulsed on his neck.

“Who the fuck is doing to stop me?” Trixie countered. She doesn’t have time for this. “You? Mr. Daddy’s little bootlicker. Later, Dusk Shine, chu~,” She mocked before blowing a kiss to her favorite nerd.

“Royal Pin. Would you kindly calm yourself?” Cinch ordered in a controlled tone to view the blue-skinned male critically. “This behavior is unacceptable of a member of Crystal Prep. I know that your father raised you better than that,” Her cold, callous eyes judged him behind her professional glasses. He faltered under the gaze, relaxing his jaw and inspecting the desk. “Am I correct?” She demanded an answer, arching her brow as her heels echoed off the walls.

“Yes, Principal Cinch,” Royal Pin conceded in a weak voice. She clasped her hands behind her womanly waist. That’s better. Dusk Shine’s pocket vibrated. He checked his phone. Huh? Trixie sent him a photo. What could it be-oh my. His face heated up as he ogled the picture. It’s Trixie in a form-fitting one-piece magician outfit with a light purple coattail. Shit, he forgot how curvy Trixie was. Oh, shit, are those thigh highs?!

“Hey, nerd, they’re staring at you,” Night Blaze revealed to his host. His purple eyes widened as he was caught red-handed.

“Whatcha got there?” Discord teased.

“Nothing,” Dusk Shine shot off, holding his phone closer to his chest. His team blankly stared at each other before looking back at him. Those red cheeks aren’t fooling anyone.

“Is it from Trixie?” Sour Sweet accused, placing her hands on his hips. He glanced at his phone.

“Yes, keep your pink and blue stripes on,” Dusk Shine argued. Her indigo eyes enlarged in a panic as she swiftly glanced at her orange shorts.

“How the Tartarus did you know that?” Sour Sweet shrieked, covering herself with her hands. Embarrassment flashed across her cheeks.

“X-ray vision,” Dusk Shine announced blankly as he pushed up his glasses. More startling screams erupted as they attempted to preserve their modesty. “That was a joke,” He clarified, easing their thundering blood pressure and heart rate.

“Well, damn, Dusk Shine made a joke,” Discord noted the situation.

“Well, Einstein, can you predict what they’re wearing?” Royal Pin mocked. Sweat formed on the elite’s student neck as he gave them a sideglance.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate,” Dusk Shine muttered, pushing up his glasses. He guessed Sour Sweet’s color by pure luck.

“You’re either right or wrong,” Principal Cinch coaxed her prized student.

“I’m putting money on this” Royal Pin smirked smugly at Cinch’s supposed support and Dusk Shine’s hesitation.

“Show me the money and some extra credit,” Dusk Shine narrowed his eyes at Royal pin and gestured to Cinch.

“Dude, you have too much extra credit,” Lemon Zest shared. They nodded in agreement. He accumulated hundreds of bonus points in this part of the semester alone.

“I give my remaining extra credit to who got the lowest grade,” Dusk Shine notified his classmates. He gave them his extra credit points. Some muttered as that’s how they got a C on some of the agonizing assignments. “You’re welcome,” He commented dully with a sliver of hubris before cracking his neck while a few cringed at the popping. “Now, if you can excuse me,” Dusk Shine dictated as he approached Cinch when suddenly placing his skillful hands on her slender waist.
Her calculating eyes expanded as he smoothly raised her like a figure skater.

“Oh, good heavens,” Cinch whooped at his action. His gobsmacked classmates' jaws dropped at his bold move. Casually grabbing their principal by the waist and lifting her like a long-lost lover. “Well, this is unexpected,” She replied. Dusk Shine widened his legs, fastening his hold on Cinch’s waist before launching her. He was styled on by them twirling, crouched as he securely caught her bridal style in his arms. “Oh, it’s been years since I’ve been in this situation,” Cinch bubbled with a joyous chuckle. One of the students slapped themselves. Did Principal Cinch just laugh? “I hope this isn’t too difficult for you, Dusk Shine,” She consoled with an arm around his neck.

“Nah, I’m good,” Dusk Shine commented when he stood up. His body remained steady with the added weight in his arms. “I’m stronger than I look,” He added. “You and my mother are in similar weight classes. This isn’t an issue for me,” The mulberry academic explained. Several students chatted. He can carry his mother without a problem? Although, carrying a mature woman is an alluring thought for the male students.

“How much can you squat or bench press?” Indigo Zap asked. He’s full of surprises today. It started with that haircut.

“100 kilograms for the squat and 70 kilograms for press,” Dusk Shine answered as she whistled, impressed at his skills. Some of the girls wondered if he could carry them.

“That’s like twice your bodyweight,” Sour Sweet pointed out after doing the mental calculation.

“Eh…” Dusk Shine deadpanned with a gesture before putting Cinch down. He formed his answer, factoring in her personality, socioeconomic class, and availability. Dusk Shine cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact. “My best estimate is simple yet classic black set,” He whispered with a modest blush.

“Pay up, Royal Pin,” Cinch ordered. He grumbled but held his tongue, placing the money into Dusk Shine’s hand. Cinch snapped her fingers. Sunny Flare handed her purse instantly. The principal dug into her purse, handing Dusk Shine a tiny money clip. “A little extra for your troubles,” She offered her student. He opened his mouth to protest, but her hand silenced him. An idea popped into her mind. “We haven’t had a match in some time. Are you up for one?” Cinch appealed, smiling as he nodded. “Dean Cadance, would you kindly get the chess set, please?”

“Of course, Principal Cinch,” Cadance obeyed, issuing a foul glare into her back before exiting the room.

Cinch approached Dusk Shine, leading him to a table. “You were absolutely correct,” She purred softly into his right ear. He held back a squeak as her breath tickled his ear. “With garter straps,” Cinch smiled coyly at his intensifying blush as he examined her thighs before looking forward. His classmates were none the wiser at their private conversation.

Cinch and Dusk Shine battled in the game of wits and strategy. She had a dozen games winning streak on him. The rest ended in a draw, or they ran out of time. Dusk Shine is a logical man, prone to habits, and she knows it. However, so does he. It threw off her initial game plan when he chose the Black chess pieces. She grinned, knowing this would be an interesting match. They countered and predicted each other’s moves, capturing pieces as Sunny Flare tallied the points. He improved. Much sharper than Twilight Velvet. Cinch acknowledged moving one of her remaining pawns when he pushed his bishop. She paused, calculating her next move. His face was blank and his mundane eyes observing the chessboard. Dusk Shine’s strategy shifted from methodical and practical to explosively aggressive, sacrificing his pawns for massive gains. He’s not afraid. Did his hidden fury begin to crack his stoic surface? Perhaps, Dusk Shine can regain his passion again. He removed his hoodie, revealing a solid light arctic blue t-shirt. Sunny Flare caught a blemish on his neck and the side of his head, near the temporal bone. It wasn’t a birthmark. A claw mark?

“Dusk Shine, where did you get those scars?” She pointed out with her pencil. He slammed his hand, covering the mark, focusing on the board. The smack caught the attention of the room. Cadance advanced towards him with her eyes reflecting concern, placing her comforting hand on top of his.

TRIGGER WARNING!

“Oh, that,” Dusk Shine dully acknowledged, robotically moving his rook. “My cousin tried to kill me a few years ago,” His dead voice casually mentioned. Not a spark of life in his hollow purple orbs. (Oh god, I can’t believe that I used orbs to describe someone’s eyes.) Everyone stopped. They turned their heads with opened mouths, gazing at him in abject horror and worry.

“What?” Discord grumbled. All the joy and playful mischief vanished in place of fury.

“It was sometime after I became the top student here,” Dusk Shine started his tale. “You know, when you started treating me like an outcast,” He mentioned before glaring at his wonderful classmates. They frowned, averting his stares as shame filled their veins. Was that when Dusk Shine changed? “Then again, why do you care but enough of that,” Dusk Shine and Night Blaze scoffed at the remorseful expressions. Now they feel guilty. Shit, even Fleur De Lis, one of the primary aggressors, viewed him as a human for once. Too little too late. “My cousin despised me for getting into Crystal Prep and taking the title of Top student from them,”

“Who was your cousin again?” Cinch asked. She has to be in the database.

“Ocean gleam,” Dusk Shine answered in an emotionlessly tone.

“She wasn’t accepted into Crystal Prep,” Cinch revealed to him. “Ocean failed the entrance exam several times,” She moved a knight claiming on his pawns.

Night Blaze chuckled. “She couldn’t even get into the school,” He scanned the board for their next move. “And Ocean Gleam called you pathetic,” Night Blaze mocked at the irony.

“Exactly,” Dusk Shine remarked. “When I was accepted and took the title. She changed. All the good times we had meant nothing to her. Hatred and jealousy consumed her,” He said as Cadance squeezed his shoulder in comfort. “How it happened was mostly a blur. My therapist said it was common due to what happened,” His fingers traced one of the scars. It completely healed, but smoother outlines remained. Shit, he got a therapist.

“What do you recall?” Trenderhoof asked before Lemon Zest punched in the shoulder. Really dude? He backed off from her stinging glare.

“We’re at a family gathering,” Cadance answered in his stead. “I only heard the screams with her on top of him. Spike bit her hands before he smacked her with a textbook,” She admitted, but that dazed expression was priceless. “It didn’t help that her mother stood and watched it happen,” She fumed at how casually his aunt observed the altercation, smoking a cigarette without caring.

“That’s a lawsuit,” Sugarcoat narrowing her eyes behind her spectacles

“We did,” Cadance declared. “His aunt Cozy Glow was a total bitch,” Her angelic face morphed into a feral snarl. Some covered their mouths at the Dean’s vulgarity

“That’s an understatement,” Dusk Shine shrugged, moving his king. “She hated me, my dad, and my brother,”

“For what?” Sunny Flare asked.

“Me and Shining Armor for being my father’s sons,” Dusk Shine explained. “During the court case, we discovered that Cozy encouraged Gleam’s actions towards us,” They grumbled at the reveal. Using your daughter to do your dirty work? “She did it as payback for him ‘killing’ their mother despite that she died giving birth to him,” He quoted mockingly.

“She was pathetic, throwing her daughter under the bus when charges were filed against her,” Cadance complained as an unpleasant heat flowed. Cozy Glow did so casually as if she was ordering her usual to-go meal. “Honestly, she should’ve been an actor at how she swapped personalities at the drop of a hat,” She ridiculed the former family member. Whatever that pitiful excuse of a parent is out of their lives now.

“We saw the real her once the sob story failed,” Dusk Shine grabbed his babysitter’s hand in support. “She called us retards,” He informed in a soft tone rife with old wounds. They scrunched up their faces at the word.

“With the hard R?!” Lemon Zest exclaimed, squinting her eyes in disgust.

“A woman in her late fifties blaming her younger brother for something he had no control,” Cadance fumed at the audacity of Cozy. “She even insults grandpa’s new wife, claiming she had a hand in their mother’s death,” She clenched her jaw, recalling the foul treatment.

“Dude, what the crap is wrong with her?” Indigo Zap asked, irate at the older woman,

“Don’t know, and I don’t care. It’ll give another excuse to latch on too. That was the worst thing about it. My step-grandmother was their godmother. They had a wonderful relationship before the death,” Dusk Shine elaborated.

“What was her relationship with your biological grandmother?” Cinch questioned.

“They were squadmates during the conflict in Yakyakistan,” Dusk Shine disclosed to his classmates. That was around fifty years ago, ending in a stalemate, resulting in Yakyakistan closing its borders in the far north. “She had permission to take care of our family if something happened,” He cited the information given to him by his other family members.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” Coco Pommel predicted.

“It was the final part of the trial. She said that she should’ve smothered me and my brother in our cribs when she had the chance, so my dad will know what it’s like to lose someone you love,” Dusk Shine scratched one of the marks, with a face of carved stony melancholic amidst the suffocating silence. It broke Cinch’s aloof demeanor as her jaw dropped with dumbstruck eyes. She’s never heard anything as repulsive as that. Lemon Zest paused her music, removing her headphones.

“I’m going to be sick,” Indigo Zap clutched her white shirt before rushing out of the room. Few found somewhere to sit as the crushing gravity of the words settled in. Killing her nephews? KILLING HER OWN NEPHEWS?! What was wrong with that woman? He endured all of that, social isolation from his ‘peers,’ and remained relatively stable. Without any of them. Dusk Shine doesn’t need them, but they needed him. Ha. That summarizes the relationships. His only value is making them look good. All their rhetoric of being elite and superior. Pointless. They were coat tail pests, riding on his success.

“Please tell us, she got charged with something?”

“The bitch threw her daughter under the bus. She got away scot-free,” Sour Sweet retorted cholerically, clenching her jaw and hands in rancor. Her snarl masked an overflowing pool of sorrow and regret. He was hurting, and what did she do? Nothing.

“In court, yes, since Ocean gleam assaulted me plus good lawyers on both sides and a plea deal due to being a juvenile,” Dusk Shine continued. “They sent Gleam to a behavioral program with prohibition,” He divulged in the aftermath of the case.

“What happened to Cozy Glow?”Discord whined, wanting to know the rest of the story. “Come on, don’t leave us hanging,”

“Her reputation evaporated overnight,” Dusk Shine mentioned. “Over a month or so. Her divorce was finalized, with my uncle holding full custody of their children. She got fired from her job since they’ll look bad if someone like that works for them. Later, she was excommunicated from her social groups. Cozy Glow moved to Ponyville a little over a year ago,” Dusk Shine, Cadance, and others relished in Schadenfreude. “Oddly enough, Ocean Gleam tried to apologize by giving me the latest Star Swirled book,” A vile chuckle came from his lips before scowling. “I burned it,” He confessed. They gasped at his action. Dusk Shine burned a book?!

“Why?” Moondancer quizzed. He loves the Star Swirled book series. That’s a fact.

“It was … contaminated,” Dusk Shine bellowed in a low voice with his hair covering his eyes. “In a way, I’m thankful. You guys can’t hurt me in a way that matters. Not anymore,” He gave them a wide toothy grin, pushing Cadance’s hand off. Yet, it offered no joy or amusement. An artificial form of pleasantry disguised to lure hapless prey in. They shivered at his haunting azure eyes, draining the color from their faces while the room froze with terror. His mask cracked, revealing his festering contempt. Time stood still. Jet Set and Upper Crust held each other in faux comfort. Blazing eyes roared with a mystic hue of a hellish monstrosity banished from the heavens for unspeakable violence. A demon. Dusk Shine prolonged his unflinching stares, telling a story to his classmates. You have him nothing to revere. He will slaughter you all when the moment arises. If they were on fire, their bodies would roast excellent marshmallows. Once these idiotic Friendship Games are over, his classmates will be a foggy memory. Well, if he bothers to remember them at all.

The stoic mask returned, giving them the Dusk Shine they perceived to know, focusing his attention on Cinch. Their chess match resumed with a few pieces remaining. Her grayish opal reached for her queen when it twitched in hesitation. Sunny Flare gawked at the action. What? What? WHAT?! Never in her life has she seen her mother flinch. Cinch’s arrogance won’t allow it. An oppressive sensation of foreboding wrapped by enveloping dread wiggled beneath the skin. Like a boa constrictor, tightly coiling and crushing its meal, draining every single fragment of life as the spine-chilling understanding of helplessness settled. Was she being intimidated? That sweatdrop on her neck spoke for itself. Her fuschia eyes scanned for the chessboard and weighed her options. One of his pawns shifted into a knight. Both bishops remain as his single rook stood defiant. Dusk Shine slumped in his chair, casually gesturing for Cinch to make a move already. She did. Her king was toppled by her hands. He raised a brow at her action. That’s unexpected. Both arose, giving each other a complimentary firm handshake.

“Congratulations, Dusk Shine. You’ve won,” Cinch praised her prized student. “You’re becoming quite the player,” She clasped her hands behind her. Bolder and more decisive in his actions. Yes, he’s becoming ripe, each day, ready to devour. Sunny Flare will give him his deserved fill. “Excellent on your Rooks and Knights.

“Thank you, Principal Cinch,” Dusk Shine replied out of habit. “I practiced whenever I can,” He admitted.

Her face softened. “I’m sorry that you had to endure that,” Cinch said in a sympathetic tone. He couldn’t decide if she was genuine in her statement or was another ploy to use.

“Don’t worry about it, Principal Cinch,” Dusk Shine mentioned, waving off the memories. “I stopped caring a long time ago,” He said emotionless with a somber smile. Cadance hoped that he meant Cozy Glow.

“Now that your meeting with this Bellatrix Lulamoon has competed. Shall we schedule meet-up times to prepare for the upcoming Friendship Games?” Cinch suggested, calling for the rest of the Shadowbolts. Dusk Shine’s contact list phone expanded, even getting Moondancer’s and Coco Pommel’s numbers while he already had like his classmates. It was the same as any other day at Crystal Prep.

He felt nothing.

“Was the package delivered?” Firelight questioned his daughter. He was a grayish purple-skinned middle-aged man with early wrinkled formed on the corners of his moderate brown eyes. They chatted one of the sections in the Sire Hollow’s archives

“Yes, father,” Starlight replied before an enthusiastic curl of her lips. “I saw him at the Canterlot mall by chance,” She declared. He glanced from his book.

“Dusk Shine?” Firelight asked as she nodded with a wide grin. He grabbed his wheeled ladder, muttering to himself about a location of a book. “Aha, found it,” Firelight blew the dust off an amethyst and golden style history. “His lineage goes back to Pre-Unification and beyond the Three tribes,” He flipped through the pages. “Apparently, they were among the first to harness magic but not for conquest. Instead, to learn and study the stars. They spread and safeguard that knowledge to creating maps.”

“We still have them,” Starlight acknowledged glancing at the vast map on the ceiling. Scientists marveled at its precision and accuracy of it. They pinpoint each one.

“Exactly,” Firelight praised before reaching for another one called ‘Ancient Houses of Equestria’. “House Luminant produced scholars, allowing for some of the greatest minds to flourish,” He explained, such as Clover the Clever., Blazeburst the Radiant, Thunder Glare the breaker of chains, and Stormflare the Unyielding wrath. “These houses are outdated but we can still trace them. Our duty was to preserve our history,” Firelight slid down to the floor. “We were a vassal house, yet they shared their knowledge, treating us as honored guests. Family even,” He explained, searching through a file cabinet. Luminant lacks other houses' hubris, welcoming all in their halls. During numerous wars and conflicts, it saved them by fostering key alliances through mentorships and marriages. Unlike some noble bloodlines, their bloodline avoided the blood scourge caused by frequent inbreeding.

“We honored their generosity and kindness with unquestionable loyalty,” Starlight emphasized with determination. They saved them during the winter storms.

“That’s correct,” Firelight confirmed with a faded document wrapped by a protective seal. “We couldn’t fulfill one of our final tasks,” He tenderly placed the paper in her hands. “Producing an heir due to our status and the aftermath of the Equality wars leading to dissolutions of noble houses,” He sighed, wanting to go back to those days. “Many scattered, establishing a number of our towns and cities including our Sire’s Hollow,”

“Now, we don’t have to worry about that. The lowliest peasant can marry the highest of nobles,” Starlight Glimmer breathed as he nodded. “The union of stars. A glimmer of hope shining in the darkest tomorrow,” She read the document. It took decades to find this lost page. A prophecy of a savior perhaps or the renaissance of the Great Houses?
Firelight beamed, embracing his dear daughter. “Starlight Glimmer, you’re one of the best and brightest in Sire Hollow. Your acceptance to Crystal Prep proves that. He doesn’t know about you, but you know about him,” He praised, holding her tight. “However, Dusk Shine’s a man of rationality and doesn’t set his beliefs on ancient pacts. You must go to him that you’re worthy,”

“Don’t worry, I can do it,” Starlight vowed with glimmering eyes of primordial determination and desire. “I can give birth to the savior,” He smiled before glancing at the clock. It’s time for dinner.

Duskfall arrived at Sire Hollow. The lights from various houses dimmed to welcome the stars while the other half of the town dazzled with their accursed lights. Starlight glared through her window. Have they forgotten their heritage? No matter, no matter. They’ll see the light and bare witness to a golden era where magic reigns. She stripped her nightclothes and folded them neatly before approaching a modest altar with a baroque star banner looming over it. Starlight Glimmer closed her eyes, bowing in her head in reverence, muttering verses in ancient Equestria. Her bare pale heliotrope body warmed as she continued with a delightful smile. “Dusk Shine,” She whispered in a husky tone. A methodical array of news clippings of his accomplishments. An intellectual elite, as expected. “Please look at me and accept, my body your own!” Starlight Glimmer pleaded as his roaming hands examined her body. She knelt before her master, spreading her arms, enabling him to take all of her.

Dusk Shine caressed her cheek as she shuddered under his gentle touch. “Are you worthy enough to bear my children, Starlight Glimmer?” He ordered as he fumbled with her nimble tongue.

“Yes, I am my liege,” She replied with a muffled, ditzy voice. Her drool stained his fingers as she panted like a mutt in heat, ready to be mounted. “Please allow me to bear your seed to start a new progeny together,” Starlight begged as her flustered face, and blue eyes were hazy with lust.

“Then come and find me,” Dusk Shine demanded when a flash of azure dominated his purple ones. “Then the stars will shout our names,” He vanished and her pictures remained.

“Yes,” Starlight whimpered with a trickle of spit escaping her maw. An encompassing aura of turquoise enveloped her body as several objects floated. The aura focused on her forehead. She breathed slowly, calming her nerves. “My apologizes, I got excited,” Starlight Glimmer gazed upon a photo of his victory over Cloudsdale. “Soon, you’ll know the power of Aether in its true way,” She arose, pushing her fingers against the window, ignoring a facedown framed picture on the desk. Her tongue lapped her juices, curious if he would enjoy the taste. “Sleep well, my dear Dusk Shine. I’ll be with you shortly; please be patient,”

Author's Note

So yeah that's the chapter. Things got intense with Aether, Cozy Glow and Starlight. Speaking of which, what you think about the changes with Cozy Glow and Starlight? Starlight's character is an experience to say the least. I wonder how she'll interact with the Shadowbolts

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