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>>22213847 A few steps preceeding a large dish holding some unwholesome ichor was Rarity's destination. "Hfan'wlgm Lulgn'hp Lgan'hagw" The sounds she now made were not of Ponyville, or even of the much maligned Everfree Forest. These words were much older, older than Canterlot, older than Celestia. The water rippled, as if a single drop had fallen from the sky. That is when the shadow appeared, its steely yellow glowing eyes peering from beyond whatever boundry the liquid offered to hold this apparition at bay. A low, smooth voice did not mask the intent or tone of what it spoke "I expected more from the Spirit of Avarice. Why is this taking so long?" Rarity raised her eyes. "Fret not, mistress. Of the four Elements of Dischord, I am in the best position for this to succeed, and Twilight is on her way at this very moment. Your time will soon come, Midnight Glitter." Before fading, the shadow offered a sinister guffaw, echoing off the walls the light could not find. With it went all light from the cavern. Rarity made her way back to her boutique. |