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          Twilight eventually let her hoof lower from in front of her face as the sudden flash of light dulled. The fanfare faded as well, and Trixie apparently seemed satisfied with her intro. She had lowered back down to all four legs instead of balancing on her back two, and Twilight stared perplexed from the random exhibition a second ago. Did Trixie greet everypony this way, even when not on stage? She had a thing for theatrics, Twilight granted her that.          Twilight's dubious expression was not lost on Trixie, who beamed haughtily. "Yes, Trixie does have that effect, Sparkles," Trixie sighed smugly, stroking her ego as much as h

          "Spike? Spike?!"          "I'm coming! I'm coming!" the purple dragon moaned as he descended the library staircase, doing nothing to hide his irritation.          Spike and Twilight exchanged annoyed looks with each other before Spike gave a final inspection of the journey's cargo in case anything had been forgotten. The saddlebags were popped open and sifted through in a routinely fashion that spoke of years of experience.          Twilight could not help but feel slightly proud while watching the baby dragon work. Indeed, Spike shared many of her organizational traits, and he had joked before it was his sheer adaptability to

 "Keep your mind in focus."            Despite his best efforts to heed the advice, Malum was aware only of his agonized physical being. Nothing was coherent within the haze, and Malum's hands seemed to be holding the very pain that danced across his nerves like so many sparks. A longing to let go became apparent.            "You're losing your hold!"            Helen, Malum's teacher, broke through the cloud which inhabited his mind, and Malum steadied his concentration. His eyes, whic

          A wide-span cityscape greeted Kaylin when the Light Train stopped. The metropolis stood as an empty vessel for mankind.          Darus stepped through and she whirled around to face him. Her very mind was coiled to snuff out anything he threw at her.          Anyone looking at him from the side would think of Darus as nothing more than a simple pedestrian in this city world, with his almost leisurely posture. However, Kaylin was planted in his direct path, and from her angle, his eyes locked hers in a stare that was anything but placid.          "He'll use his words now," she thought to herself. "He always looked like that whe

          Tokyo was the destination. It was the only distinct feature of the place in her mind, and she needed to select it over dozens of other stops the train would make. The Light Train would give her one chance to choose correctly, and then it would be gone. Succeed or fail, this would be her first and last time aboard.           The cabin she stood in had no other passengers. Bright coattails streaked the back of the car, and she realized she was at the rear of the train. The lack of feasibility of her trails seemed to be magnified i

          Michael paced in his cell, anxiously searching for some form of escape. Despite his desperation for freedom, he kept his movements as quiet as he could manage, lest he wake the guards and alert them to his search. Stealing a glance in his paranoia, he was relieved to see that they still rested heavily in their slumber. Earlier, Michael had kept a profile of enervation until they had first begun to fall into sleep.           The guards were normally more vigilant, if no less exhausted. During his earlier visits to the prison, Michael had seen them in far more alert states of mind. He

          Wiping the blood from his face with a shred of his clothing, Cluentius pushed the gate open and crossed through. The dark woods stood before him and Cluentius knew that even though he was already outside the town's boundaries, he would still be jeered at until he was out of sight among the trees. His eyes crossed back through the gate momentarily to gaze back at the throng that had driven him out, it's foreman at the front. Cluentius hung his head away from Titus's gaze, for it burned with greater intensity than even the mob's torches.          Cluentius had been sentenced to permanent exile in the surrounding forest, an ill-disgu