A few moments earlier...
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The light of the spell dissipated with a dry hum. Twilight barely had time to blink before realizing where she was.
The air was different. Cold. Heavy.
She was no longer in the ruins of the castle where she had found the orbs.
There was no sign of the other ponies.
Only her.
Her… and the five stone orbs floating in front of her, slowly spinning in the air, as if they still remembered once holding something powerful.
She had followed them.
Not on impulse, but by instinct. When Nightmare Moon appeared and her dark magic began to envelop the orbs, Twilight didn't hesitate. She jumped. Threw herself at them just as they were being torn from her reach, her horn glowing with desperation.
And now she was here.
Alone.
The Royal Hall greeted her like an open wound. The collapsed ceiling let moonlight in, bathing the central throne. Atop it, Nightmare Moon watched her with eyes of shadow and a frozen smile.
"Well… how brave," she said, resting her hoof against the throne's back. "You jumped after some stones you don't even understand? How… noble."
Twilight didn't answer. Her breathing was shaky, but her legs held steady. Her eyes scanned the orbs. Lifeless. Cold.
But not empty.
"They're not broken," she murmured, more to herself than the mare on the throne. "Not completely."
She lit her horn.
A pink glow extended from her magic to the orbs. They trembled. A flash. An echo of power.
Nightmare Moon narrowed her eyes.
"Are you really going to try?" she asked, a mix of curiosity and mockery in her voice. "Oh, please. Do it. I want to see what happens."
Twilight clenched her teeth. Ignored the voice. Focused. She had felt them react. Maybe just for a second. Maybe to her.
Her magic pulsed harder.
"Come on…" she murmured. "Wake up…"
The orbs glowed…
…then collapsed.
The magic burst outward like a broken bubble. The orbs fell to the ground unceremoniously. One rolled to Nightmare Moon's hoof.
She looked at it with disdain, lifted it with her magic…
…and crushed it with ease.
"And so ends your hope," she whispered, letting the remains fall like dust. "I suppose now you'll cry. Or maybe run."
Twilight said nothing.
Her brow furrowed. Rejection burned. Failure weighed on her.
But she had no intention of giving up.
She stomped the ground, a spark jumping under her hoof.
And she charged at Nightmare Moon, magic building in her horn, without a scream, without a warning. Just action.
Nightmare Moon didn't move. Her smile widened.
"How adorable…"
But then, a shadow fell from the ceiling.
It wasn't random. It wasn't rubble.
It was deliberate.
Twilight felt it before she saw it. A pressure in the air. A void. The floor shook as the figure landed between her and her target with a clean, precise impact.
Twilight stopped abruptly.
Her spell dissolved in the air.
Nightmare Moon let out a different kind of laugh. Lower. More genuine.
The remnants of the orbs still sparkled around them, as if reacting to the arrival.
And in front of her, that shadow rose.
It wasn't a pony. Nor a specter. Not even something Twilight could quickly classify. It was a colossal creature, anomalously proportioned, covered in a mix of black plates and pulsing flesh. Each of its claws looked as sharp as curved blades, and its mere presence bent space around it.
The creature inhaled.
A dense and violent breath, so deep it ruffled Twilight's mane with its force. It didn't roar. It didn't announce its attack.
It just lunged.
Its claws sliced through the air with lethal speed.
Years spent with Flash —training, games, warnings— saved her life. Twilight reacted by reflex, generating a magic shield at the exact instant. A pink protective field emerged in front of her… but exploded on first contact with the claws.
A flash. A bang.
Twilight barely had time to shut her eyes.
Then it happened.
A second shield, different, rose just in time.
It wasn't hers.
It was the necklace hanging from her neck. The one Wizbell had given her before they parted. An object she had thought was just a guidance talisman for navigating the Everfree… but now it released a golden, heavy magic, like a divine wave of heat.
The shield of light wrapped around her in an instant, softening the blow.
The creature paused… and smiled.
A grotesque smile. A crack of malformed teeth.
It bit the shield.
Not just hit it. It chewed it.
The barrier cracked like shattered glass. Twilight watched in horror as the golden light didn't dissipate with the damage, but instead gathered in the creature's mouth.
And then… it swallowed.
A dull sound, like it had swallowed a bottled sunbeam.
Twilight felt the temperature drop.
The monster… wanted more.
With a chilling impulse, it lunged at her again.
No roar. No scream.
Just a clear intent: to devour the magic left in its prey.
Twilight backed away, stumbling. Her body trembled. Not from the blow, but from understanding:
Her magic was useless.
Her defense had been eaten.
And the monster… was still hungry.
Twilight closed her eyes.
Not out of fear, but pure instinct. She turned her face, bracing for the impact, the pain… or something worse.
Then, something burst in.
A golden flash crossed her closed vision, followed by the clear snap of jaws clamping shut on nothing. A sharp, dangerous sound.
And with it… a strange scent.
Ink.
And, faintly, a sweet scent of hidden watermelon. Almost imperceptible. But recognizable.
"Wiz…!" she almost cried out, stunned by the sight of him repelling the monster.
The monster that had just been about to devour her now had its head slammed into the floor. The marble was cracked, forming an uneven crater beneath its weight. Small golden sparks floated in the air, slipping through the cracks like contained fire.
The creature trembled, but didn't move.
Twilight took a step back, not taking her eyes off it.
The creature shuddered slightly, as if its body was still processing what had happened, but then stood up effortlessly, as if the hit meant nothing. A thick crack ran down its spine as it straightened. The black plates on its back realigned with a dry snap.
Its eyes—if they were eyes—locked onto Wizbell.
And Wizbell… didn't look away.
He said nothing.
No greeting.
No smile.
Just a quick glance at Twilight, just enough to make sure she was alive, and in the same motion, he cast a healing spell. The golden energy glided through the air like a warm breath, wrapping around her gently before fading.
Then, without another word, he focused back on the monster.
Twilight took another step back. Her heart pounded. The spell comforted her body, but her mind was still trying to catch up.
From the throne, Nightmare Moon's laughter broke the silence. It sounded satisfied, as if she had been waiting for that moment.
"Do you like my pet?" she asked playfully. "His name is Comet."
The name didn't do it justice. That wasn't a comet. It was a tear with teeth. An anomaly.
And yet, it had been stopped. If only for an instant.
"He was holding back," she went on, glancing between Wizbell and the creature. "With me watching him, he behaved. But the moment he saw an opening… well, he couldn't resist."
Wizbell began to walk toward one end of the hall, without a word. Each step was deliberate, measured, like a rhythm only he and the creature understood.
Comet followed, without hesitation.
Their movements were identical. As if mirrored.
A monstrous mirror.
Then, without warning, they ran.
In an instant, the dense calm shattered. Tension turned to action. Both shot off toward one of the castle's side wings, blurred by speed, by the exchange of magic, claws, and raw destructive intent. The thunder was immediate. Columns falling. Walls cracking.
Explosions. Light. Shadow. Dust.
Twilight couldn't follow them with her eyes.
She could only listen.
And see, little by little, how a thick layer of dirt and rubble began to cover the area where they had passed.
Wizbell hadn't said goodbye.
Hadn't spoken to her.
Hadn't hesitated.
He had simply taken it away, as if dancing with death… and the next step required solitude.
And the most disconcerting part was this:
He didn't look scared.
He looked prepared.
Or worse… used to it.
Twilight turned her gaze toward Nightmare Moon.
The alicorn was no longer watching the battle. Her eyes had returned to Twilight. Steady. Direct.
Twilight gritted her teeth.
And ran.
This time not to flee.
She ran at her.
Nightmare Moon moved as well, stepping down from the throne in wide strides. Maybe inspired by the earlier battle. Maybe intrigued by Twilight's persistence.
For a moment it seemed they would collide in the middle of the hall, that another duel would erupt.
But the clash… never came.
Twilight vanished in a flash of light.
She teleported right behind the dark figure, appearing before the broken remains of the orbs. Her breathing was heavy, but she didn't hesitate. She lowered her head, activated her magic, and focused it on the fragments. She tried to summon that spark she felt within, that something she thought she recognized.
Something that had resonated before.
Something she believed she carried inside.
But nothing happened.
If at first the orbs had responded with a faint vibration, now not even that. They were lifeless. Cold.
The power wasn't there. Or it was out of reach.
Behind her, Nightmare Moon walked calmly, like someone admiring a painting.
"Are you ready?" she asked, unhurried. "We can wait. I have all night."
Twilight shut her eyes. She didn't answer.
With a slight motion, Nightmare Moon's dark magic activated like a rope. A soft but firm impulse, almost mocking, wrapped around her.
And suddenly, Twilight was pushed away from the throne's center.
It wasn't violent—more like brushing a leaf aside. She was slid away with cruel grace.
Then, with complete naturalness, Nightmare Moon reclaimed her place on the throne.
She sat as if nothing had changed. As if everything belonged to her.
And she looked at her again. Calm. Amused.
Patient.
Twilight's mind was in chaos.
Questions piled on top of one another.
What was missing? Why didn't it work? Why had she stopped feeling that connection, that spark that once seemed so alive?
She knew the answer was close.
But she couldn't see it.
Behind her, Nightmare Moon let out a faint sigh. The interest on her face began to fade.
"I'm tired of waiting," she said, with a drier tone. "This isn't entertaining anymore. I have more important things to do than linger in this forgotten corner of the world."
Her voice didn't sound angry. It sounded bored.
And that was worse.
Twilight didn't react. Still trapped in her storm of doubts, she didn't notice the change in the air.
But Nightmare Moon did.
The silence.
Not the one in the room—but the other one. The one coming from the side wing.
The place where Comet and Wizbell had been fighting.
A moment ago, the castle had still vibrated with every impact, with every spell. Claws crashing against magic. Echoes of destruction.
But now… nothing.
An unnatural silence.
Nightmare Moon narrowed her eyes.
And then, the castle rumbled. Not from a blow, but from within. As if the structure itself trembled.
A wave of magical pressure spread through the air—light, almost imperceptible. But it wasn't the force that alerted her.
It was the feeling that came with it.
A shiver.
A heavy echo. Unsettling.
A premonition.
Nightmare Moon rose on the throne, her expression hardening. No spell was heard, no lights seen. But something had been released. Something that shouldn't be happening.
Twilight didn't feel it.
Too much confusion. Too much frustration. Her mind wasn't focused, and her emotional magic was a whirlpool without direction.
But Nightmare Moon did.
She knew what that kind of pressure was.
She had felt it before, long ago.
And she didn't like it.
Nightmare Moon frowned.
The magical pressure persisted, like a breeze tainted with something impure. Something that didn't belong in her kingdom of shadows.
He had dared.
Comet, that revolting aberration, that stress sack she had kept around out of habit, had dared do the unthinkable.
He had called others like him.
She had tolerated him. His absurd regeneration made him a useful outlet—a toy, a clawed waste, a reminder of what hid beyond the veil. Something the ponies couldn't understand or destroy.
And now… for giving him a little freedom, for allowing herself to observe the duel without intervening…
The fool had done it.
Nightmare Moon rose sharply from the throne, the shadows around her trembling with bitter static.
She had felt the tear.
An attempt at summoning. A deep call.
A signal not of this world.
And just as that fissure began to close… she felt it.
Comet vanished.
He didn't flee.
He wasn't sealed.
He was eliminated.
That left her frozen.
Not with fear.
With shock.
The unicorn… Celestia's apprentice… did he survive?
Did he destroy it?
Her eyes shone brightly. The astonishment lasted only a breath, replaced by a silent fury.
That was not part of her plan.
She was so caught in that thought, in the acidic hum of her anger, that she didn't even notice at first when several figures began to gather at the throne room's entrance.
Ponies.
A small group.
With firm steps. Coordinated.
Some with confident eyes, others with doubt… but advancing together.
Nightmare Moon blinked, disoriented for a moment.
She had spent too much time underestimating them.
And now, with no Comet, no distractions...
Her attention had to return to the real threat.
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Twilight still hadn't moved.
Still on her knees before the broken fragments, her magic barely sparking at her horn, when she felt something.
Steps.
Voices.
Familiar presences.
She lifted her head.
The five ponies who had journeyed with her… the ones she had argued with, stumbled beside, shared chaotic moments in the forest with… were now here. Together. Trusting her.
Like scattered pieces finally finding their place.
Her mind clicked it all together like a puzzle.
That was the spark.
It wasn't power.
It was understanding.
It was connection.
Twilight stood with a confidence she hadn't had before. And she spoke in a firm, clear voice, looking directly at the figure on the throne:
"Do you think you can destroy the Elements of Harmony so easily? You're wrong, Nightmare Moon."
The stone fragments began to vibrate softly.
The light returned. Slowly.
"Because the spirits of the elements… are here."
Nightmare Moon narrowed her eyes. She said nothing. Not yet.
Twilight took a step forward, surrounded by a different energy.
"Applejack, who told me the truth when I needed it most. She represents Honesty."
An orange glow lit up the corresponding fragment.
"Fluttershy, who tamed the manticore with compassion. She represents Kindness."
Pink light.
"Pinkie Pie, who made us laugh when fear tried to grip us. She is Laughter."
Sky-blue shine.
"Rarity, who gave up her tail without hesitation for someone else. Generosity."
A soft purple flash.
"And Rainbow Dash, who chose her friends over glory. Loyalty."
A vibrant red lit up another fragment.
Twilight closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the magic align. Something inside her lit up from the center of her chest.
"And when I understood what they meant… when I realized what connected me to them… I felt the spark."
She opened her eyes. Steady. Unwavering.
"I represent Magic."
The fragments rose.
One by one, they began to spin. To rebuild. The stone cracked open to reveal what they held within, pure light.
Nightmare Moon took a step back, frowning.
She didn't speak. She just raised her horn and cast a spell.
Simple.
Lethal.
One designed to erase. To end it.
Her magic roared toward the group…
But it stopped dead.
Not by an external shield.
By herself.
The magic tangled within her. Refused to be cast. The spell collapsed at its core, as if something had wrapped around her from the inside. As if her very being had betrayed her.
Her eyes flew open. A sharp gasp.
She tried to move. She couldn't.
The shadows held her.
Her own essence was imprisoning her.
"What… what are you doing…?" she murmured, barely audible.
It wasn't Twilight.
It wasn't the others.
It wasn't Twilight.
It wasn't the others.
It was herself.
Her other half.
Her forgotten self.
The one she had spent so long silencing.
The one it took centuries to bury deep within her consciousness until she claimed the body and the name entirely.
Luna.
That weak one, that sentimental creature, that thing of guilt and duty.
After so long without showing a trace, after centuries of silence… she had manifested.
And not with pleas.
But with absolute resistance.
A barrier born from the soul itself, now imprisoning her from within. Twisting her spells, containing her commands, preventing her from acting.
Nightmare Moon clenched her teeth.
No. It couldn't be.
Not after everything she had accomplished.
And yet, there it was.
Motionless.
At the mercy… of some foolish ponies. Innocent. Unorganized. Who knew nothing of strategy, of defense, of instinct.
Only emotion.
Only unity.
Only nonsense.
And the worst part… was that it worked.
She looked at their faces.
She could do it. She could cast a spell and reduce one of them to ashes. Just eliminate one…
and she'd win.
That simple.
And yet…
She couldn't.
Not because of weakness.
Not for lack of power.
But because she wasn't allowed to.
Luna wouldn't let her.
She held her from within like invisible shackles, like a silent judge who needed no words to issue her sentence.
And for the first time in a long time, Nightmare Moon felt trapped.
In her own body.
In her own shadow.
With no escape.
—NOOOOO!! THAT'S N—!!
She didn't finish the sentence.
She wasn't given the chance.
The magic of harmony descended like a wave of light, completely enveloping her. A burst of shapes, of colors, of symbols spinning around her like living constellations.
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I didn't take long to arrive.
The vortex had turned me into something else.
Light. Precise.
Urgent.
I emerged from the trees just in time to see her.
Twilight.
Standing before Nightmare Moon, her gaze steady.
The other five behind her, floating, glowing, each like a beacon in the darkness.
She was giving her speech.
Talking about friendship. About connection.
About the invisible bonds between them.
Meanwhile, I...
Had just sealed a hole in the veil between worlds.
All I could think was:
What a contrast in situations.
I stayed to the side, hidden in the shadows.
My breathing was starting to steady.
My magic… to calm.
Or so I thought.
Because then I realized—
The vortex.
It was still spinning.
It hadn't stopped.
I hadn't shut it down.
And just then…
The girls activated the Elements of Harmony.
A wave of multicolored light burst into the air.
Pure. Powerful. Uncontainable.
And I...
Still had the vortex open.
—Oh no… —I whispered.
I didn't have time to do anything.
The magic struck Nightmare Moon and, just when it seemed like it was over…
Another explosion of harmony blew out right beside me.
Too close.
My vortex reacted instantly, as if it had been waiting for it.
It absorbed it.
Almost completely.
A surge of pure energy was sucked into me, like a whirlpool devouring a storm of stars. I felt every thread, every symbol, every inner resonance. Not as a foreign spell…
But as something entering me.
And it was already too late to stop it.
The magic saturated my body.
But there was no pain.
I was already used to that density. That pressure in the chest, the weight that gathers behind your eyes when mana overflows. It was like being a colt again… but without fear.
This time, I wasn't afraid of losing control.
The magic still responded to me. Firm. Solid. It didn't explode. It didn't leak. It just… waited.
Loaded. Alive.
A faint glow coursed over my coat. The runes of the vortex still spun, more slowly now, infused with a glow that wasn't entirely theirs. I felt the hum of the Elements still churning within them, stored chaotically, yes, but completely.
And my magic ring… pulsed.
Like a heart within another.
The magic was alive, and in that moment, with so much swirling inside me, I could feel it speaking to me.
Not with words.
With pulses.
With direction.
Giving me instructions.
It wasn't like reading a book.
It was like my body remembered what to do. As if every spell line unfolded mentally before I thought it. A map floating over my hoof. A hidden language that suddenly made sense.
This could be used.
Not as a weapon.
Not now.
As advancement.
A perfect moment to synthesize, record, learn.
And I would.
Before it faded.
Before someone tried to distract me.
The magical power was directed into my ring.
Forced to spin over my heart.
It wasn't a choice. It was a controlled, intentional reaction.
The magical flow—still tinged by the colors of harmony—began to spiral, aligning with the patterns I already knew. The rainbow hues gradually collapsed into themselves until yellow became dominant.
Until everything turned golden.
Pure.
Dense.
But this time, there were no complications.
No tremors.
No cracks.
The excess energy didn't overflow. It was used.
I redirected it.
And in that instant, I knew.
The conditions were aligned.
Everything made sense.
My magical reserve was at its limit, completely saturated. But not unstable.
My body, already pushed to the edge in the previous fight, had adapted.
It wasn't resistance.
It was structure.
And with the refined control I'd been cultivating for years, I could hold the unthinkable.
A second ring.
Not one engraved. Not external.
A living one.
Anchored directly to my heart.
It wasn't just technique.
It was the nature of magic itself… accepting that I was ready.
Not by talent.
Not by destiny.
By execution.
And so, it formed.
A new magical ring, floating within me, perfectly aligned with the first one.
Silent.
Golden and pure.
And mine.
As if the magic itself were celebrating my achievement, a magical pulse released into the air just as the second ring settled. I no longer had to force it.
It was no longer imposed.
The pattern was stable. Natural. Mine.
And with that settling came the resonance.
I didn't cause it.
I couldn't stop it.
It was a spontaneous heartbeat, a subtle wave that escaped from my core and spread across the surroundings.
But it wasn't destructive.
It couldn't be.
It carried my magical imprint.
And wherever it passed…
The girls' minor wounds closed without effort.
The accumulated magical tension in the air dissipated, becoming light. Serene.
There were no screams.
No blinding lights.
Only a moment of absolute balance.
And then, silence.
Not from emptiness.
But because there was nothing more to say.
The girls began to wake up one by one.
They blinked slowly, feeling out the air as if the environment had changed—because it had. Their bodies looked lighter, more stable. And each of them now wore a shining relic around their neck, adapted to their form, marked with the symbol of their element.
Twilight was the first to fully react.
And as soon as I approached them, she ran straight toward me.
"Wizbell! Are you okay?!" she circled me, inspecting me with anxious eyes. "Are you hurt? Where were you? What was that light? How did you even get here!?"
She didn't let me answer.
The others started to approach too, with calmer steps but no less attentive.
Applejack raised an eyebrow.
Rainbow Dash looked me up and down with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.
Fluttershy didn't seem sure whether to ask or apologize.
Rarity simply whispered "good heavens…"
And Pinkie Pie…
Pinkie narrowed her eyes.
She stared at me silently.
Then suddenly, as if mentally connecting all the nonexistent dots:
"I got it! You were fighting an interdimensional monster while maintaining a collapsing magical structure over your personal absorption vortex that almost swallowed you and all universal harmony, but in the end you made a second ring that stabilized everything and released a healing wave that left us as good as new! Right?"
I looked at her.
I said nothing.
Twilight blinked, confused.
Applejack choked.
Pinkie grinned widely.
"Knew it."
Everyone silently agreed not to follow Pinkie Pie's train of thought. They didn't even try to process it.
Twilight, however, refocused on me.
"Let me see," she said with a frown, stepping closer.
With her magic and her hooves, she gently opened the torn part of my hoodie, right where a claw had struck me earlier.
I recoiled on reflex.
Not from pain.
But from discomfort.
I had forgotten about that. The cut. The torn fabric.
With a low sigh, I pulled out another identical hoodie from one of my internal compartments and replaced it with a single spell. The old one vanished in a flash. The new one fit as if it had always been there.
Rarity's eyes widened.
"Oh! That magic! That was elegant! Could you teach me that sometime?"
I didn't answer. I just nodded, tired.
Twilight didn't give up.
"Wizbell… are you sure you're okay? Your magical flow is still abnormally high, and your magic pulse is…"
"Did you say he fought a monster?!" interrupted Rainbow Dash, spinning toward me, leaning forward. "What kind? How big? Did it fly?"
"Are you injured?" asked Applejack, serious.
"Was it friendly?" added Fluttershy very softly, eyes on the floor.
And then, they all spoke at once.
Questions everywhere. One after another. Some logical, others pointless. Pinkie Pie joined the verbal barrage too, tossing out absurd ideas like they were proven theories. Her excitement was genuine. So was my irritation.
But none of them got too close to me.
Because every time one of them tried to circle me or touch my shoulder, Twilight extended a hoof and stopped her.
"Let him be!" she said firmly. "He needs to breathe!"
The group fell silent for a moment.
And for the first time since all this began…
I could.
Breathe.
I let myself drop.
No dramatics. No collapse. I just… sat down. The body needed to stop.
I summoned a candy and dropped it right into my mouth. Something soft, blackberry-flavored.
It wasn't to celebrate. I just wanted to quiet my mind for a bit.
The girls kept talking, still full of questions and energy, but Twilight stood firm, keeping them at bay with patience and authority.
I got at least a few seconds of silence.
Until the light arrived.
A warm glow passed through the shattered windows, wrapping the hall like a renewing breeze. The sky, still dark, was pushed aside by the light.
The sun had returned.
And with it… her.
Celestia descended with elegance, her golden figure enveloping the room as if she had always belonged there. Her eyes scanned the scene with warmth and understanding.
She let out a soft laugh.
Gentle.
"Well, well…" she said lightly. "Looks like you've had quite the adventure, Wizbell."
She stopped next to me. "And I knew I could trust the two of you."
The girls bowed in respect the moment they saw her.
I… chose to ignore that part and kept enjoying my candy.
I deserved that moment.
Celestia said nothing about it.
She simply knelt down gently, wrapping a wing around me while Twilight approached at the same time.
"I'm so happy," said the princess with a sigh, real and sincere. "I knew you would succeed."
Celestia's hug was brief, warm, and enough. Twilight clung to her as if she still needed to confirm everything.
And then…
A soft sigh was heard at the far end of the hall.
Everyone turned their heads.
There, still weak, wrapped in gentle light and without the dark armor, lay a small alicorn. Her body trembled slightly. Her coat was pale blue, her mane barely a shadow of what it had once been.
Luna.
Celestia saw her.
And the world seemed to hold its breath.
She walked toward her in silence, not saying a word at first. Each of her steps rang with weight, as if history itself walked beside her.
Twilight stayed with her friends.
Wizbell didn't move.
Just watched.
No candy.
No spells.
Just presence.
When Celestia reached her, Luna raised her head with difficulty. Her eyes still wet. Her body curled inward. Vulnerable.
"Sister…" her voice was barely a whimper. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…"
There was no judgment.
Celestia didn't yell. Didn't demand explanations.
She simply leaned down and embraced her.
"I've missed you calling me that."
Luna broke into silent tears.
Twilight covered her mouth with a hoof.
Fluttershy sobbed quietly.
Even Rainbow Dash swallowed an emotion she couldn't name.
And Wizbell…
Just closed his eyes while enjoying another candy.