The sun is getting low in the sky over Ponyville. No one, not even Princess Celestia herself, is more aware of this than Twilight Sparkle.

"Clock is ticking, Twilight. ClOcK. iS. tIcKiNg."

She paces back and forth in front of the window. "Keep it together," she mutters to herself over and over and over again. She can do this. She has to do this. ( Read more... )

Rarity doesn't need help. Rainbow Dash and Apple Jack don't need help. Fluttershy doesn't need help. Pinkie Pie wasn't even home when Twilight went to check if she needed help ( Read more... )

"No need to panic," Twilight murmurs to herself. "Rarity is just one pony. I'm sure one of my other friends will need me..."

CRASH. CRUNCH. BANG.The noise is coming from the direction of Sweet Apple Acres. As Twilight approaches the farm, she starts in surprise as a chunk of wood comes flying across the path and nearly clocks her in the face ( Read more... )

"You've got this, Twilight," says Twilight to herself as she trots through the busy streets of Ponyville. "You still have plenty of time to get that letter to Princess Celestia. There has to be somepony who needs the help of a good friend..."

It's already been an eventful day for Twilight Sparkle and Spike. They've been out running errands, making orders, picking up orders, returning borrowed items... everything on the lengthy checklist Spike made Twilight this morning. Sure, it might have taken less time if Twilight hadn't insisted on double- and triple-checking the checklist after ( Read more... )

Fluttershy's cottage is one of the few homes in Ponyville that isn't decked out for Nightmare Night. Twilight hopes that's an encouraging sign for Princess Luna, an indicator that her would-be helper doesn't buy into all this 'Nightmare Moon' nonsense ( Read more... )

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