February 23rd, 10:00 AM

"So, Daring Do just jumps off a bridge and falls to her death trying to save her friend?" asked the lizard carrying a crate over.

"Yeah, just like that," said the rainbow-maned pony who also carried a crate beside her. "I mean, I get she wants to retire, but writing the end of the story like that just hurts so many of the fans who’ve put their hard-earned money and lives into that creation. You know what I mean?" Dash complained.

"I do. Thanks, by the way, for helping us unload these. We're running a bit understaffed due to most of us getting ready for the tournament," she said as she watched her brother put up a large banner across the entrance to a warehouse.

"No problem! I get it," Dash said as she laid a crate onto a truck, the sound of seagulls overhead. She was down at the docks unloading boxes for Smolder.

"What's in these things, anyway?" she questioned.

"Hmm, oh, you know. Shipments of goods for the Boneless. Bought graciously and donated by Mr. Cheeze. Of course, once in our care, his name will be removed as always."

Dash smiled at that. "You guys really do like helping, don't you?"

Smolder sat back and popped open a canned drink, handing Dash one and opening one for herself. "Long ago, things weren't always so nice. My brother and I used to live east, but due to our dad losing his job, we ended up moving to the south side of town, in the slums. To stay safe, we had to join one of the dance gangs that accepted lizards since it seemed most lizards weren't accepted anywhere else. We were just kids trying to stay alive." She brought the drink to her mouth but didn't drink yet. "We just wanted someone to help us. And our cries were answered when he came along."

"Cheese?" asked Dash. Smolder gulped down her drink before speaking but didn’t answer Dash's question. "Now we help others—others like us who need it."

"So, gangs," Dash asked, trying to squeeze more info out of her.

"The south side used to have a lot of gangs, but now we all realize how stupid it was and try to do better for our fellow citizens." She crunched up her can and tossed it in the trash. "Still, you can see the remnants of it— the way the south side is separated. Why do some of us wear biker jackets and others wear chains and suits?"

Dash took in that thought as she remembered the info she got that night from Sunburst. The bar belonged to a guy who beat a bunch of gang members. It seemed he then proceeded to take control of the entire south side of town, yet no one could tell her who was in charge. Even when asked who owned the bar, all Smolder would say is, "She does" or "Chaos Vill does."

"So, why are we having this here at the docks?" Dash asked, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, that's because this is the only place large enough to host it. We usually host them at the bar, but this time we have too big of a group entering. Some are even traveling by train and will be here the day of."

Then Dash cautiously thought of how to ask her next question without looking too suspicious. "So, do you know anything about a place called Ghost Labs?"

Smolder looked at her with a bit of a bored look in her eyes. "Ghost Labs just owns the building and land. I own the bar."

"Who is Ghost Labs, then?" asked Dash.

"You sure ask a bunch of questions," Smolder remarked.

"Oh, uh sorry! I just wanted to know more about what I'm signing up for," she smiled.

"I told you this is a non-profit organization. We don't do that stuff. As for Ghost Labs, they are a part of Chaos Vill. I told you, the bar and all of this belongs to Chaos Vill."

"Right, right, sorry."

Smolder smiled at Dash. "I know it seems silly, but the reason why there isn't any information to give is because some would like to stay anonymous. We have nothing to hide; we just want our good deeds to speak for themselves. You gotta get with the program." She elbowed Dash in a friendly way. "Now go and get that last crate off the boat for me, okay? I'm gonna talk with my bro for a sec."

Dash did as she was asked and headed back over to the boat to get the job done. She never noticed she was carefully being watched by a cat standing in the docks’ operating tower. Capper narrowed his eyes as he heard his companion counting the last of his money.

"Seven, eight, nine—ah yes, yes! It all seems to be there," said Mr. Caballeron. "Tell your boss, as always, it's a pleasure doing business with him," he said snarkily.

"You certain no one knows about the true shipment?" asked Capper.

"We've done this how many times, and how many times have we gotten caught?" The pony assured the cat. "Besides, if anything goes wrong, it will be Cheese that takes the fall, not your boss. It's why we set it up that way, remember?" He chuckled. "Your boss sure is a genius, I have to admit. Last thing I'd ever want to be on is his bad side." The pony smirked, causing Capper to roll his eyes. "From here on out, the rest is up to you," Caballeron said and walked away with a duffel bag full of money.

"Well then, I'm off work," Capper smiled cheerfully at the thought. As he began to take off, a thought crossed the cat's mind. "Hmm, I wonder why she hasn't been around in a bit."

As he did, one of the workers currently operating a crane raised an eyebrow at the odd pair. She was a dark purple pony with a white hat and a khaki jacket.

"Hmm, Caballeron, what kind of deal did you make this time?" she questioned as she got off the machine, used a grappling hook, and swung down from her height on the building to the ground of the docks, ducking behind one of the many shipping containers that the dock was filled with.

She landed with a roll and took a breath. "Woo! Who said you’re too old for stunts?" she smirked to herself, feeling cool. She then crept up to a wooden crate that was inside a shipping container. From her belt, she pulled a hammer and quickly undid the nails on one end of it, removing the lid. Once she got it off, she took a peek inside and gasped at the sight, but then heard someone yell, "Hey!" She looked up to see a blue pony standing in the doorway.

"Dash, dammit! I could have killed you!" she expressed angrily.

"Sorry!" Dash said, a bit surprised. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I could ask you the same question," Shadow placed her hooves on her hips.

"Uh, I'm helping move this shipment," Dash said, as if it were obvious.

"Yes, well, do you know what you’re moving, Zap?"

Dash shrugged, making the dark violet pony sigh. "You’ve got a lot to learn. Take a look," she told Dash.

Dash did as instructed, and as soon as she saw what was in the crate, her face went pale. "Guns! We're moving guns!"

"Not just any guns—sniper rifles, the type used for long-range shooting, like the kind that the Equalizer would definitely use."

"Oh god, this is bad," Dash muttered.

"No, really?" Shadow replied sarcastically in her usual dull voice. "Listen up, Zap. For years now, I've been tracking down the Chaos King. It seems he’s going by the Equalizer now, or the Equalizer is working for him—one or the other. He's the king of chaos and the leader of Chaos Vill. They'll lead you to believe they’re only good Samaritans helping the city, but the truth is they’re a group that arose out of the south side of town nearly a decade ago. Before that, there were several gangs—about eight or nine of them—most of which had a head who was one of the higher class. That's how they made their money in this city. Gang fights spread across far and wide; it was a dangerous town despite it being one of the wealthiest cities in Equestria, with some of the best school districts in the country. Well, one day a lot of those heads went missing, at the same time a lot of the gang members were found beaten to a pulp. And those who weren't stopped fighting. Many would like you to believe it’s because the world got a little better after the war ended, but in actual fact, it's more likely someone came in—someone with more power—who shook the place up and built an empire. Now this city’s crime rate is at its lowest it’s ever been. The reason why is because there’s only one crime boss left: the Chaos King. Whoever is left has bowed down to him or has already gone missing."

"Ten years? How long have you been after this guy?"

"Since it all began—ten years ago," she muttered. "I had a family—three kids, my youngest being a daughter who would be your age if she were alive." She exhaled. "For them, I need to take him down."

Dash's eyes widened a bit at this. She couldn't see the ponies she knew flat out murdering anyone. "You said Smolder was an elite. How do you know that?"

"I've been keeping a close eye on Chaos Vill and their deals. However, whenever I get close to the truth, it always escapes me. The Chaos Lord has four divisions of his business—one leader per division. One trade: Cheese Sandwich is head of it and keeps trade routes between all income. Second division: recruits. Every single member is known and recorded by Smolder Flame and her brother, who look like hardworking bikers at a bar but were, in fact, part of one of the nastiest gangs of the last decade. The Lizards of Hell were known to torture and harm anyone who got in their way. She and her brother were once leaders of that group; now they work under the Lord of Chaos. Don't let their friendly exterior fool you—they're dangerous."

Dash nodded but felt a bit apprehensive to believe that.

"Third division: transport. All these have to be carefully maneuvered. You'll often find a good doc playing politics in all of this. Doctor Cornelius Sunburst handles most of that.

"Final division is communications. The man involved with this division is also the king's chosen second-in-command, giving orders straight from the top himself—a cat. But in the ten years I have been working on this, his name has never once come up. All I know is that he's the one who would often be the one gathering information, delivering information, making deals, and trading cash for the king himself."

"And who’s the king? Got a name?" asked Dash.

A.K. Yearling looked away. "He's as tricky to track as could ever be. He has his dirty hands looking as clean as a child's. I do have a name, but forgive me if I don't tell you. It's a name that's hard for me to say." She stuttered.

"As long as you got a name," Dash smirked, but truly she didn't want to push Shadow any more.

"So what about the Equalizer? What about the chimera stuff?"

"I don't know how he does it, but I am more than certain he creates the serum that transforms ponies into chimeras."

"By the way, about those books, I get it if you want to retire, but seriously, can't you write a better ending for Daring Do?"

Shadow rolled her eyes. "Here's a lesson for ya, kid. Learn this now." She grabbed Dash by the collar of her shirt and pulled her to her face until they were at eye level.

"Not every story has a happy ending," she told her in a deep tone. She then tossed Dash aside. "Learn that, and you might just grow up a bit. Now close up that crate and get moving before someone sees us," she demanded.

Dash stood a bit perplexed. She wanted to argue that it was her who opened the box, but knew to keep her mouth shut and did as she was told.

**

**

Fluttershy was walking down the street trying to ease her mind in any way she could. But as she walked, the thought of Ghost’s arms around her and their kiss began to haunt her.

"A penny for your thoughts," said a familiar voice, which surprised her out of her daze. She looked up to see the tall, slender cat standing in front of her.

"Oh, Mr. Capper! What brings you here?" she questioned. "Did Mr. Ghost send you?" She grew a bit excited at the thought of him, and it showed through her voice.

Capper smirked at the happiness he heard in her voice at the mere mention of his boss. "No, Mrs. Breeze, he doesn't even know I am here. I came hoping to have a word with you, if you don’t mind."

"Oh," she said, sounding a bit disappointed it wasn't Mr. Ghost that sent him. "Sure, I guess."

He smiled and turned the other way; she followed him around the corner, a bit apprehensive. "So, uh, what's this about?" she asked, a bit nervous.

Capper continued his walk and kept his eyes forward. In a cheerful tone, he responded, "Nothing much. I just wanted to ask you about my boss. What are your thoughts of him?"

Fluttershy was caught off guard by that. Of all the times to be asked about her thoughts on Mr. Ghost. She took a deep breath and let it out as she decided the best course of action was to be honest here. With a somewhat longing smile, she answered, "I think he's rather nice. A very kind gentleman, if not a bit strange."

"Strange? Strange how?"

"Oh, I don't know. He just..." She bit her lip. "I feel like he's acting or something, like he's hiding something. Tell me, Capper, what do you think?"

Capper half chuckled. "I think you're right. I think he's hiding from his past."

"His past?"

"The boss has never had it easy. Even so, I've never seen him show his true feelings for anything—anything except muffins." He laughed.

Which made Fluttershy giggle a bit as she pictured in her mind him with his goofy grin eating his favorite breakfast.

Capper finally turned to her. "Forgive me if I cut to the chase,"

Fluttershy saw how serious his expression was. "Where are you going with this?" she asked, a bit concerned.

"I've never once seen anyone get true emotions from the boss," he said slowly and drawn out, "but there have been a few cracks in that façade of his recently. I've seen him smile a genuine smile; I've heard him laugh a genuine laugh." He narrowed his eyes. "I've seen the way he looks at you."

Capper stopped in front of her, catching her off guard.

"Tell me, Mrs. Breeze, what are you trying to do?" he asked darkly, almost as if it were a threat. "How do you feel about the boss?"

Fluttershy instinctively shrunk back a little, frightened, but as she thought about his words, she realized what he was asking and why. The reason was so blindingly obvious. She relaxed, if only slightly, and her face softened. "You really do care for him, don’t you?"

It was Capper's turn to grow surprised; he raised an eyebrow but quickly placed it back down. "He's like a father to me. You know how he was made a lord?"

"Yes, his acts of bravery in the war. I read an article about it once."

"Yes, well he saved a group of children who were orphaned due to the war. I was one of them. Since then, I've been his assistant for nearly a decade. The things I've seen him do, the things he's gone through..." Capper shook his head. "He acts like it's all a joke, but I've never seen anyone fight more for what he believes than Mr. Ghost."

Capper set his paws in the pocket of his jacket. Satisfied with her answer, he walked away, leaving Fluttershy to get back to her work.

Capper sighed and turned around. "I encourage you, I do. He deserves so much more. But if you're planning to hurt him..." Capper grumbled and clenched his fist.

The message was clear—perhaps too clear. However, Fluttershy couldn't help but smile at how sincere Capper was. "Thank you, Capper."

Satisfied with his actions, the cat set his paws in his jacket and left without another word, leaving Fluttershy once again to her own thoughts.

Fluttershy was now sitting on the couch, her mind completely lost on what to do. In the background was the sound of Twilight tinkering with her time machine, her plans for the device spread out all over her bedroom. When she was finished with her wrench, she looked over some calculations she had on her computer. "Hmm, now if I could just make enough energy to surpass the speed of light, I should be able to time travel." She set a pen to her chin. "But the energy to do that..."

She then walked over to what was left of the strange goo that had mutated them all. Its energy output was close to what she needed for time travel. She only needed perhaps half a teaspoon to make it work, but she had so little of the strange material left; she couldn't risk using it. She then examined a pepper that was sitting by it. "Hmm, its DNA structure is bizarre, but it is DNA nonetheless. Strange that it gives off that kind of power," she said as she grabbed a soda. With it in her hoof, she stopped and looked at it. "Hmm, warm. I'll fix that!" Her eyes went yellow, and she blasted the can with an ice spray, turning it cold again. She took a drink as she thought to herself, "What kind of creature has a goat horn and can blast ice rays and fire beams?"

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. It opened to reveal Rarity.

"Hey, Twilight, did you find anything about my father yet?"

"No, sorry, I've been busy."

"Looks like it," Rarity laughed at the sight of her room. "Good golly! Is that your time machine?" Rarity asked, seeing it for the first time.

"Yep, just something for fun; it's never gonna work. Besides, I really do need to put it down and figure out more about us and the chimera."

Just then they heard Pinkie rummaging through the fridge, looking for ice cream. "It's in the back, Pinkie," Twilight called out with a smile, already knowing what she was looking for.

Pinkie’s ears perked up at that, and she instantly looked in the back. "Oh, found it!" she replied.

Twilight and Rarity just shook their heads at her antics, grinning as she pulled out a tub of ice cream. Then Twilight noticed Fluttershy, who was deep in thought as she pet her bunny rabbit.

"She's still like that," Twilight whispered to Rarity.

"Actually, I think I might have an idea as to why," Rarity smiled. Rarity chuckled. "Do you mind distracting Pinkie so I can talk with her one-on-one?"

Twilight shrugged. "Not like that’s gonna be hard," she replied sarcastically as she walked away.

Rarity walked over to Fluttershy, startling her as she didn’t even notice she was standing there. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. I'm about to go over and ask what Dash has been up to; why don’t you come with me?" Fluttershy, a bit shy, didn’t say a word—just agreed.

The two friends walked out of the apartment and into the hall. It was a short walk since Dash and Applejack's apartment was just the next door across from them.

Fluttershy nearly walked into the door, not realizing Rarity had stopped to open it. She looked up just in time, embarrassment written on her face.

"Oh dear me, Fluttershy, this guy must be something if you’re not even paying attention," Rarity commented with a sly expression.

"Huh? No, no, it's, uh, um..."

Rarity laughed. "I knew it! Oh my, who is he?" She asked. Fluttershy jumped back from her friend a bit, her expression nervous. "Oh, come now! This guy must be incredible if you’re willing to give your heart to him."

"My, my heart?" she screeched in a tiny voice. Rarity shook her head. "Let me guess: you haven't even considered it, have you?"

Fluttershy raised her head a bit in shock, but knowing there was no denying it, she finally decided to open up a bit. "Okay, okay, so there's this friend of mine. We sort of kissed and—"

"Kissed?" Rarity gasped. "Dear me, Fluttershy, I didn't know you had it in you!"

Fluttershy grew a cross face. At that, Rarity realized they were out in the open. This was a private conversation, and they were alone—so long as the walls were thick, which wasn’t much. "Sorry," she replied.

Fluttershy continued, her expression turning back to one of worry. "You see, that was a while ago, and since then we haven't had time to talk. He's been busy with work, and so have I, being an intern, college student, and a part-time superhero. Rarity, I just don’t think this is a good time." She shook her head.

"There's never a right time."

This caught Fluttershy off guard. She returned her gaze to her friend, who wore a genuine, friendly smile.

"I've known you for how long, and you've never been interested in any pony? There is never a right time for love, not unless you make the time."

Fluttershy stood in silence as she took in her friend's advice.

With a giggle, Rarity continued, "It's nearly dinner, dear. I'm sure he's almost off work; why don’t you go to him? Go to him right now."

Fluttershy was slow to comprehend what Rarity was saying, but when she finally did, she tried to make another excuse. "But..."

"No buts, just go! You can thank me later," Rarity winked.

Fluttershy hesitated at first, a bit dazed; however, she slowly warmed up to the idea. With a mighty nod, she agreed to it and began to walk away. With every step she took, she gained more and more confidence, ready to face Mr. Ghost for what would be either the last time or the first time of many.

Rarity watched as she left, a smile on her face. She gave a happy shake of her head before entering Dash's apartment.

Twilight looked at her computer at the different files, though she could barely pay attention as she listened to Pinkie Pie go on and on about some new recipes she wanted to try. If that wasn't bad enough, there were also two loud mouths playing their board game right across from her.

She sighed and wondered, where is AJ when you need her? Out loud, she picked up a cup of noodles.

"Oh, she went back to her hometown to visit her sister, silly! She already told us that yesterday, but she'll be back tonight," Pinkie smiled. "Come to think of it," she placed a hoof on her chin, "I wonder where Dash is, and for that matter, Fluttershy and Rarity."

"I hope Dash gets here soon. She should've been back an hour ago. Shining, any new info on the Ghost Labs yet?"

Shining picked up the dice. "Nope, none of those Ghost Labs have anything to do with that bar." He rolled an eight. "Ha! The dragon freezes you with its freeze blast from its horn. What will you do now?" he questioned the lizard in front of him. Spike smirked. "I have a fire spell just for that!"

At the sound of this, Twilight's eyes widened. "Wait, Shining, what did you just say?"

"Ghost Labs have nothing to do with the bar."

"No, no, what did you say about the dragon?" Twilight asked, bewildered.

"Oh, uh, I used a spell that the dragon knows to freeze Spike in place."

"Freeze?" Twilight said, shivering. "A horn that can freeze."

She turned around, muttering the words "a horn that can freeze" as she walked away.

"Uh, Twilight!" they called, but she didn't answer. Instead, she just took off into the library, searching for a book.

"Okay, here we go again," Shining exhaled.

"Yep, we lost her," Spike deadpanned. "Now back to the game," he smiled happily.

Pinkie looked between Twilight and the boys and shrugged. "Alright, boys, have you room for one more player?" she asked, to which the two smiled.

As the sun began to set for the day, Capper walked into the office of the mayor.

"Well?" asked his boss in a dull tone.

"Mission successful, sir. The inventory is all delivered and set on the Ghost Train."

Mr. Ghost smiled at that. "Good, and what of our little spy?"

"Dash, Rainbow, and the other mutants haven't got a clue. Sir, if I may ask, I thought you said you were done with them, so why have you let them in so far into your operation?"

"Hmm, questioning me, are we?" Mr. Ghost said with a sly grin that unnerved Capper.

"Just curious is all, sir. Forgive me, I am a cat."

Mr. Ghost chuckled. "Simple, Capper: keep your friends close and your enemies closer. They're pawns, nothing more. By the time they learn anything useful, I will have already won this war."

"Mm-hmm, and what of Mrs. Breeze, sir?"

"What about her?" Mr. Ghost asked, looking over his paperwork.

"Oh, nothing. It just seemed you're getting quite close to her, sir. Not that there's anything wrong with the company of a mare with such fine assets."

Mr. Ghost froze in place, a single eyebrow raised. "Assets?"

"Yes, she's quite the looker, being a model and smart, being on track to become a vet. Why, it's a wonder she isn't dating at all." Capper smirked.

Mr. Ghost narrowed his eyes, not liking where his subordinate was going with this.

Twilight wasted no time heading to the library.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Sparkle! Here to check out more time travel books?" she asked.

"Uh, no. Can you point me in the direction of dragons and mythical beasts?" she said, a bit dazed.

"Oh yes, aisle seven," said the librarian with a smile on her face.

Mr. Ghost stood up, towering over the tall cat with a sly smile.

"Capper, you are of great use to me, but one more quip like that and I might think you're worth more trouble than I initially thought."

"I'm just saying, boss, she could be a great use to you as well, if you just open your heart to the idea."

Suddenly, Capper found himself lifted off his feet. Even for a tall guy like him, this was terrifying; he came eye to eye with Mr. Ghost, and for a moment he could have sworn he saw them flicker.

"For that, I would have to have a heart, and I don't. Don't misstep where you don't belong." He dropped Capper, but Capper acted as if nothing happened at all.

"Yes, sir," is all he said with a cheerful smile. But in his head, he thought, "All you have is a heart to give; I've seen it."

"Good, keep me informed if anything changes," Mr. Ghost commanded as he set his hat on his head. "I must be going."

Twilight had several books laid out in front of her. Dragons of all sorts filled the pages along with their fairy tale descriptions. The western dragon had claws and a mane like a lion; its tail even came to a sharp point, almost like a scorpion's. Though it bore no wings, it could fly. Then there was a Middle Eastern dragon: sharp fangs and mighty tall goat-like horns, with scaly wings. Then there were sea serpents—dragons of the seas with long serpent bodies and scales tough as armor.

"Dragons..." Twilight muttered as she looked between the books. The claws, the tails, the scales—her jaw dropped as her eyes landed on the Eastern dragon. She placed a hoof where her horn would be if she wasn’t hiding it at the moment. "Horns," she muttered with a shudder.

Fluttershy walked down, heading to town hall. She hadn't seen him ride his bike in a while either. She remembered how fun it was to be on the back of it and once again wanted to be there with him. And now she was free to do so. But just before she could step into downtown Hall, she came to an abrupt stop.

"Oh no, what am I doing?" she asked herself. "We're just friends, and..." She stopped when she remembered he kissed her neck. She placed her hoof where he had. She was so deep in thought she never even noticed the sound of the bike pulling up behind her.

"Well, if it isn't Mrs. Breeze," Mr. Ghost called out, making her jump out of her thoughts.

She turned to see him in his usual trench coat and hat, looking the same as the night they first met—or the night that they... She shook her head. "No, don't think of that right now," she told herself.

"Um, you feeling alright?" he asked her.

"Huh? Oh, yes! Yes, I was actually on my way to see you," she smiled.

"Really? Why is that? It's not Friday, and besides, you really don’t need a tutor anymore, I thought..." He raised an eyebrow.

"Um, no, but, uh, we’re friends so..."

"There you go again, assuming we’re friends," he chuckled.

Her face grew into a spiteful frown. "I am more than just a muffin!" she replied back.

As she did, Mr. Ghost stole a look at her. Capper's words still rang in his mind, and he muttered the words, "Fine indeed." He said, catching her off guard.

"Hmm, what was that?"

"Oh, uh," he coughed, realizing he just said that out loud. "I was just saying it’s a fine night."

"Oh yes, yes, it is a fine night," she smiled.

"Say, you haven't eaten anything, have you?" he asked her.

"Hmm, oh no, actually I haven’t."

"Well, um, I'm heading home. Just got off work and planning to make something if you’d like to join me." He smiled.

This caught her completely off guard. "Like a date?"

"No," he coughed. "No, not at all. We're just friends; it's just a friendly dinner," he smiled nervously. "Don't make this weird," he narrowed his eyes. She smiled at that, nervous herself. "Hmm..." She pretended to think about it. "Sure! Just a friendly dinner sounds great to me," she replied.

"Then get on!" he gestured her to get on the back of his bike. She did so, and the two rode off together.

As they did, they never noticed two figures watching them from a distance. "You think it's him?" asked Jr.

His sister shrugged. "Well, he's got a bike, he's tall like you, and she is driving off with him." She set a hoof to her chin. "Let's just see where they go, alright?"

"Alright then! I'll get the bike ready," Junior smiled.

Twilight closed the book, terrified. "We're not just chimeras; we're dragon chimeras," she whispered to herself. "We're dragon ponies.We're draconiqui." Her expression turned to one of a sadistic smile. She began laughing uncontrollably, shaking from head to toe, losing her mind. "**We're dragon ponies! Haha, we're dragons! Ha, ponies. "Hahahahahahhaha!!!"

Author's Note

So to pick up on what I was talking about wit my last author note, explaining how I made this story.

My ideas at first seemed endless. MLP gives such a brod stroke for possible fan fics and au. Several came to my mind that I thought would be fun to write, and I wrote the ideas down. How ever I struggled with forming a cohesive story out of them for the longest time. Then one day, some one I won't name saw my work and told me I should give up on writing because it was so bad.

😑 yeah long story short I didn't listen. And indeed I have that person to thank now, beacuse to prove them wrong I made it my mission to form a full story.

Ok more on this later 😂👋