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Hayden slept uneasily that night, despite the familiar conditions of home and Eleanor's company. Maybe that came from the extra space since last time—her parents had knocked down a wall, expanding the room to twice its previous, closet-like dimensions. That meant enough space for a bunk bed, a wardrobe, and an actual desk. All were secondhand of course, but covered in a fresh coat of pink and blue paint. She even recognized her sister's handiwork in the little cat designs. But for all that,…-
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They were airborne. Hayden didn't know exactly how high at that point—high enough that her home was a distant flicker far below, without even the smallest suggestion of the visiting ships. Still they ascended, through air that whipped at her dress and chilled against bare skin underneath. In the presence of Fae, the cold never became anything more than uncomfortable. Yet he didn't channel any of those powers of heat to warm her, either. It was probably her imagination, but Hayden thought she…
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Hayden was in no rush to return to the ground, not after what she had just been through. She caught Liz out of the air in an embrace. It didn’t matter that she felt no cold or wind—her pain went deeper than that. She rocked slowly back and forth in the air, body wracked with sobs. Even so, no tears lingered on her face. They struck her skin, then hissed and steamed away to nothing. She couldn’t even have that comfort. The sky darkened. Clouds shifted, and the wind rose, but the scent of smoke…
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Hayden found Lin on the beach, half buried by the rocky barrier around the port. Her body was paler than Hayden had ever seen it. In death, the steady breaking of waves finally gave her a proper bath. There was no telling exactly what injury had caused it—dark marks around her neck, or maybe other bruises elsewhere. Maybe it was none of those, and instead the empty glass bottle vanished into the rocks beside her. Hayden sat on her knees in the sand beside the wall, staring at the remains of her old best…
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One shower and change later, and Hayden was somewhere else. Not a palace, though compared to where she’d spent most of her life, it might as well be. The Johto Mew had a place waiting for them in the heights—a wooden building nestled into the tallest trees, with only insect mesh for walls. The air hung heavy with the moisture of dense jungle, and clouds of mist surrounded the platforms like a sea. With each breath of the rarified air, Hayden felt a little stronger, restoring the energy she lost in her…
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Hayden was in her bed when Julian entered early the next morning. The next morning for him, anyway. For her—maybe a little longer. Physically she hadn’t changed much, except that her hair was brushed and trimmed instead of the frizzy mess of a thousand different transformations. Well that, and new set of pajamas with little ribbons stitched under the collar, a sleeveless tank top and shorts. Both words that she hadn’t even known the last time she was in that bed. It wasn’t long after sunrise when…
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Arcane Word was a pony of much experience. There were many of the First Generation like her who had lived half as long, yet still grew tired of experience. Not her. She settled comfortably beside Domino in the Sanctum Profane, where the rules of Equestria Online were unwrit and the impossible became reality.Like so many other immortals, she remained stuck in her old ways—it just happened that those old ways meant time for a little homebrew development."I bring back the dead," she said. Her horn lit with…-
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"I know you don't like coming with me..." she told Domino, as they ascended the steps of the spire. As they walked up floor after floor, they left behind overlapping layers of Wintercrest, each one a parallel reality existing at the same point.They walked through a primitive settlement on the cliffside, where ponies barely understood fire. A far future, submerged version of the town, populated by seaponies who did not remember any who walked. There were crime-ridden dystopias, futuristic space stations,…
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Domino deposited the old leather tube on Arcane's workbench, grinning with pride. "The soul you ordered."The Necromancer's laboratory shared surface-level theming that helped it line up with the world outside—crumbling castle walls, rusty metal railings, and lots of cobwebs. But beyond the spookiness, the laboratory was a practical workspace. The row of skeletons on display along the far wall served a useful purpose designing the bodies that matched the needs of the souls they revived.Domino didn't…
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Arcane Word did not rush to complete her task. She had begun this assignment by reminding Mystic Crescent that it might take her a great deal of time. Time enough to consult with the machine god, attend a hundred thousand different meetings with creatures all across the universe.It was enough time to invent whole new forms of computronium, purpose-built to simulate the very universe within which they existed. Enough time for the equivalent of a dozen different degrees, enough instruction to understand and…
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