Rotten Apples- Chapter 2Apple Bloom pointed to the picture across the room, trying to speak, but nothing would come out. Ruby Flare figured out what she was trying to ask and nodded. "Your friend, Sweetie Belle?" Apple Bloom nodded frantically at the nurse, who was frowning now. Apple Bloom braced herself for the worst, but still wasn't ready for the news."You're friend didn't survive from her wounds.... I'm so sorry," Ruby Flare said, looking at the picture on the wall with regret. "We did all we could.... but her wounds were too great." Apple Bloom lay back down, turning over on her side, sobbing uncontrollably. Please.... no..... first Scootaloo.... and now Sweetie Belle? she thought, trying not to let her anguish show to her sister as the painful memories kept coming back to her."All I want is a quiet life, without all you Cutie Mark Crusaders runnin' round the place, making with the noise. When I'm finished with y'all, there gonna be no noise from you ever again."
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A Part of Me - Chapter 4A Part of Me - Chapter 4Rainbow Dash couldn't believe it. Where were Fluttershy's wings? What happened when they were asleep? What happened?"F-Fluttershy?" Rainbow timidly asked."Yes?" Fluttershy answered in a soft voice."W-what happened... t-t-to your wings?""Oh...um...you seemed, um, really depressed, so I, um, gave you my wings..."Rainbow wasn't sure what to think. She wanted to thank Fluttershy so much for the wing transplant, she wanted to fly again, she wanted to ask why Fluttershy would do something like that....or....Rainbow Dash turned her head. To her surprise, the new wings were the same color as her other ones. The nurses must of dyed them, she thought."T-thank you Fluttershy!" Rainbow squealed, throwing her arms around the yellow pony and crying tears of joy."Um...you're welcome." the shy pony responded, returning the hug."Now, Rainbow Dash." a nurse said. Rainbow looked at her. "The wings need time to heal. You should stay off them for about a week.""A week?!"
Shattered - Prologue (teaser)PrologueCanterlot courthouse was old. The interior was dreary and bland. The walls were grey sheer, unfriendly, charcoal-grey edifices to the cold, hard, reality of the legal system. The furnishings were spartan and utilitarian the gallery filled with plain, nondescript wooden benches, as simple and ordinary as the dusty, faded tile of the floor. The judge's bench was tall and imposing, yet still bleak and hardly interesting. It was flanked on either side by the witness stand and the court reporter's table. The jury box sat to one side, another plain structure with space enough for twenty ponies to stand. The courtroom, through all its muted grey and brown tones, stood in direct contrast to its occupants. Filling the gallery and the jury box was a sea of brightly-colored ponies one of the largest crowds the venerable structure had seen in its many years of existence.The courthouse was certainly old, boring, and somewhat decrepit, very unlike the other, more elega