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Elizabeth Davis galloped through the streets of Canterlot. Alarms and shouts rang in the distance behind her. Whitewashed buildings flashed beside as she moved, frantically plotting the shortest path to the city gate.
A shadow darted overhead, causing the azure and white pegasus to skid and dive into an alley to her right. Elizabeth didn’t stop running. The shadow was much likely to be a searching royal guard, intent on getting his hooves on her and the contents of her saddlebag and she couldn’t allow that.
In the middle of the night, the alley was empty. Elizabeth followed it, forking a left in the general direction of the gate. The appearance of the phantom guard wasn’t a surprise but it meant she had to hurry. Biting down the sigh building in her chest, Elizabeth pushed harder on her hooves towards the light of a main street.
If she remembered correctly, there was another alley directly across that snaked to the southwestern rim of the city wall. The light grew closer and Elizabeth burst onto the soft orange lit main street.
“Halt!” a stallion’s voice rang out.
Elizabeth’s heart lurched in her chest. She lowered her head and put more speed into her gallop, ignoring her increasingly heavy breaths. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied a glint of gold on the royal guard armor before the darkness of the alley consumed her. Her head lifted skyward. The sky was clear but she was sure the pegasus guards were around.
Well, the plan didn’t hinge on me really escaping anyway… Elizabeth’s vision blurred, tears welling in her eyes. She blinked furiously and skidded into a right turn, now heading in a westerly direction. She would end the chase on the parapet… and hope it would be enough.
The precious cargo in her bag was important. More important than anything she had planned in her story, in this world she was now trapped in. Enough to break the fate she shackled herself in in the form of her character she now inhabited.
Elizabeth galloped forth. The crying could wait. She was almost home free. Just a few hundred feet more. Her heart thundered in her chest. Her lungs burned. Still she ran. Once again, the dim orange light grew closer, signaling the end of the alley.
Elizabeth burst onto the open space of the western edge of Canterlot city. Her heart lurched again at the sight of an empty square.
“W-What?” she blurted.
Did they all head for the gate? Elizabeth panted, her head darting around for any signs of the royal guards. There wasn’t any.
“What’s going on now?” she muttered.
And then a bright magenta flash blinded her. Elizabeth yelped, rearing on her back hooves as her vision swam.
“Morning Breeze,” a very familiar feminine voice said.
Elizabeth shook her head and blinked. Her vision returned slowly, bringing the image of Princess Twilight Sparkle into focus. Her face full of disappointment stared back at Elizabeth.
“W-Where are the guards?” Elizabeth said, taking a step back.
“I told them to stay back,” Twilight said. “I know what you’re doing, Morning Breeze. It’s not going to work.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “No, you don’t understand! Once I create an event that can’t be reconciled with what I’ve written—”
“It won’t work, Morning Breeze.” Twilight cut her off. “Please, just give me the Element of Magic.”
Anger flared in Elizabeth’s heart. “W-What do you know?!” She lowered her head and snorted. “I’m the author here, not you!”
“Morning Breeze, please—”
“My name is Elizabeth Davis!”
Twilight scampered backwards at the force of Elizabeth’s yell, her eyes wide. And that was Elizabeth’s chance. She dove into the saddlebag and nosed the tiara onto her head.
“And I choose to be free!”
Twilight gasped, moving towards Elizabeth as the Element of Magic glowed. Power flooded Elizabeth, lifting her into the air. She could feel it coursing through her body, filling her with warmth. And she would go the route of Sunset Shimmer, turn into a raging she demon and—
The magic popped. Elizabeth yelped as gravity clutched her in its cold grasp, her stomach in her throat. It soon ended in pain as she collided with the cobbled ground.
Golden armored guards appeared, as though by magic. Their faces grim and spears aimed at Elizabeth from every which direction. But Elizabeth didn’t care. Tears flowed freely on her cheeks. Her body wracked with quiet sobs.
“I just want to go home…”
A shadow darted overhead, causing the azure and white pegasus to skid and dive into an alley to her right. Elizabeth didn’t stop running. The shadow was much likely to be a searching royal guard, intent on getting his hooves on her and the contents of her saddlebag and she couldn’t allow that.
In the middle of the night, the alley was empty. Elizabeth followed it, forking a left in the general direction of the gate. The appearance of the phantom guard wasn’t a surprise but it meant she had to hurry. Biting down the sigh building in her chest, Elizabeth pushed harder on her hooves towards the light of a main street.
If she remembered correctly, there was another alley directly across that snaked to the southwestern rim of the city wall. The light grew closer and Elizabeth burst onto the soft orange lit main street.
“Halt!” a stallion’s voice rang out.
Elizabeth’s heart lurched in her chest. She lowered her head and put more speed into her gallop, ignoring her increasingly heavy breaths. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied a glint of gold on the royal guard armor before the darkness of the alley consumed her. Her head lifted skyward. The sky was clear but she was sure the pegasus guards were around.
Well, the plan didn’t hinge on me really escaping anyway… Elizabeth’s vision blurred, tears welling in her eyes. She blinked furiously and skidded into a right turn, now heading in a westerly direction. She would end the chase on the parapet… and hope it would be enough.
The precious cargo in her bag was important. More important than anything she had planned in her story, in this world she was now trapped in. Enough to break the fate she shackled herself in in the form of her character she now inhabited.
Elizabeth galloped forth. The crying could wait. She was almost home free. Just a few hundred feet more. Her heart thundered in her chest. Her lungs burned. Still she ran. Once again, the dim orange light grew closer, signaling the end of the alley.
Elizabeth burst onto the open space of the western edge of Canterlot city. Her heart lurched again at the sight of an empty square.
“W-What?” she blurted.
Did they all head for the gate? Elizabeth panted, her head darting around for any signs of the royal guards. There wasn’t any.
“What’s going on now?” she muttered.
And then a bright magenta flash blinded her. Elizabeth yelped, rearing on her back hooves as her vision swam.
“Morning Breeze,” a very familiar feminine voice said.
Elizabeth shook her head and blinked. Her vision returned slowly, bringing the image of Princess Twilight Sparkle into focus. Her face full of disappointment stared back at Elizabeth.
“W-Where are the guards?” Elizabeth said, taking a step back.
“I told them to stay back,” Twilight said. “I know what you’re doing, Morning Breeze. It’s not going to work.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “No, you don’t understand! Once I create an event that can’t be reconciled with what I’ve written—”
“It won’t work, Morning Breeze.” Twilight cut her off. “Please, just give me the Element of Magic.”
Anger flared in Elizabeth’s heart. “W-What do you know?!” She lowered her head and snorted. “I’m the author here, not you!”
“Morning Breeze, please—”
“My name is Elizabeth Davis!”
Twilight scampered backwards at the force of Elizabeth’s yell, her eyes wide. And that was Elizabeth’s chance. She dove into the saddlebag and nosed the tiara onto her head.
“And I choose to be free!”
Twilight gasped, moving towards Elizabeth as the Element of Magic glowed. Power flooded Elizabeth, lifting her into the air. She could feel it coursing through her body, filling her with warmth. And she would go the route of Sunset Shimmer, turn into a raging she demon and—
The magic popped. Elizabeth yelped as gravity clutched her in its cold grasp, her stomach in her throat. It soon ended in pain as she collided with the cobbled ground.
Golden armored guards appeared, as though by magic. Their faces grim and spears aimed at Elizabeth from every which direction. But Elizabeth didn’t care. Tears flowed freely on her cheeks. Her body wracked with quiet sobs.
“I just want to go home…”