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“Nopony could remember a time when it had rained so hard.” The words hung in the gloom of the library’s basement. “Ah, that’s horse apples.” “No, the statement is accurate, if misleading.” Twilight Sparkle looked at her friends with a smile. Applejack had evaluated the statement in terms of its honesty, but Rarity generously found something positive to say about it. “Eh, kinda. But not the way I’d describe week three of a dry spell,” Applejack replied. “Well, they should have the cloud machines in Cloudsdale fixed soon,” Twilight added. “And Princess Celesita&

There. Yes, there. Ponyville's Clock Tower would be the place, and high noon the time. The timing was critical; after Twilight Sparkle and Rarity had been taken out, the monster was hunting openly, by daylight. Yesterday, the thing had attacked Ponyville Elementary, and most of his unicorn classmates had been drained. The monster HAD to be stopped, even- Yes, even if. He wasn't known for his speed of thought, but he had seen, and brought his slow, carful thoughts to bear on the task. He now knew how the monster could be stopped, and the Clock Tower would provide the means. By now the monster was too hungry to think, and probably didn't r

         Before you is a vision of young beauty, a woman in her mid twenties and standing two inches over six feet. She moves with an assurance, poise, and bearing rarely found in one so young. Her expression is one of mischief, a girl ready to let loose. Her step is light, walking on the balls of her feet, ready to burst into action, or into dance.         Her lovely face is dominated by a pair of deep, green eyes, over a cute nose and thin lips that always seem ready to smile, her cheeks coming down to a point at her chin. Her shining purple hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail before cascading to her waist. Pointed ears can occasio