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Doctor Whooves In: The Twilight Hour, part 5Twilight Sparkle looked out her window. There was that strange colt again. He was galloping around with that Derpy girl, just like that brown colt that was here a few days ago. Derpy must have a lot of admirers, she thought. Twilight chuckled. Such a clumsy pony, having many admirers?
Though that colt with her...
He seemed way too familiar. Like she had seen him somewhere, even though he was brand new here in Ponyville.
"Come on, Doctor! We need to get those shadow creatures!" She heard Derpy call out. "They're called the Vashda Nerada, Ditzy." "Well, we all can't be a smarty-pants like you, doc!"
Twilight suddenly had an impulse to look in her old toybox. She tossed numerous dusty toys and knick-knacks aside. Spike watched her curiously, but then grabbed a baseball from the pile. "Hey, cool! Discord, wanna play catch?" The dragon walked out with the Spirit of Chaos following cheerily.
Twilight found what she was looking for. An old, dirty, dilapidated doll. It was custom made,
Doctor Whooves In: The Twilight Hour, part 4Twilight Sparkle was a normal filly.
...Okay, that's a lie. She was anything but a normal filly. She studied under Princess Celestia herself, and spent her free time up in the palace library. The young unicorn was heading there, when she heard a loud crash.
Twilight tentatively opened the library door. Inside, it looked normal, except for the upturned Pony Public Call Box in the middle of it.
"Oh, wow! A real call box!" She whispered in amazement. She still had that filly innocence, and didn't pay attention to the gaping hole in the ceiling.
Twilight edged closer to the blue box, when the doors swung open. She jumped back, and saw a grey colt in ragged blue polka dotted pyjamas step out. "Whew, well, I've had worse crashes." He looked down into the box and whistled. "Or...not."
The strange colt turned to Twilight. "Ah! Hello there! What're you staring at?"
The young filly couldn't comprehend what just happened. "W-who are you, mister?"
"Hm, good question. As far as I'm concerned
Doctor Whooves In: The Twilight Hour, part 3Derpy held Dinky close to her. She didn't want her to see somepony dead, and in truth, neither did she. Derpy knew the Doctor very long, but only if you measure it in the adventures they had. Now he was dead.
Or not. Derpy's eyes flashed open when she heard the moan coming from the grey body of the Doctor. She fluttered over to his side, and turned him face up. She gasped.
The pony in front of her was not the Doctor. The Doctor had a messy brown mane and tail; this colt had a neatly-fixed dark brown mane. His eyes sparkled a deep green, as opposed to the Doctor's blue.
Quick as a flash, the strange new pony jumped up and began checking himself over. "Okay, let's see here. Legs, four, good. Hooves, got all those. Mm, coat's a nice dark grey. Cutie Mark's still hourglass, good. No wings or horn. Snout...Mm,had worse. Ears, two. Mane...Long mane... I'm a girl?! No, no, no, just younger... Still not ginger. Okay."
He turned to Derpy. "Well, Derpy, what do you think?"
Doctor Whooves In: The Twilight Hour, part 2The Doctor awoke in a warm bed. He snuggled close to the blankets, entrapping the warmth of them. The Doctor felt clothing on him. A pair of blue polka-dotted pyjamas covered his body. Only after a moment did he stop and think about what was happening around him. A blue eye peeked out from behind the blankets, staring directly into a golden eye.
"Morning, Doc!" Derpy said cheerfully. "you had a bad tummy ache yesterday and passed out. I brought you to my house to rest your head." She brought out a big tray. "I got you some muffins for breakfast! Banana chocolate chip, my favourite!"
Dinky, Derpy's daughter, trotted in the room. "Mama! Mama!" She called. Dinky looked at the strange colt in the guest bed. "Is that the Doctor you told me about?" Derpy patted her head. "Sure is, Dinks. Though he's not feeling too good right now."
The Doctor, silently munching a muffin, watched his assistant and her daughter. It was a heartbreakingly sweet scene. He didn't want to tear it apart by dragging
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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