The Eight Phenomenons: A My Little Pony Fanfiction Part 2: Acts of Courage

Chapter 3

Rose trots inside her house along with her friends.

"Tea, anyone?" she politely asks.

Minuette nods her head.

"I'd like Mint tea!" she requests.

Rose boils some water, then she takes the crown out of the bag and reveals it to the other ponies.

Amethyst looks closely at the crown.

"That is incredible." she remarks.

"I know right! It's so artistic!" Lyra adds.

Suddenly there is a knock on Rose's door, and Rose opens it to see a yellow mare with a curly mane.

"Hello." she greets.

Lyra quickly jumps out of her seat and hugs the mare tightly.

"Bon Bon!" she screams in joy.

"What is it you're looking at?" she asks in a curious tone.

Rose presents her the crown and Bon Bon analyzes it closely, inch for inch, mark by mark.

"Hmmm... it doesn't appear to belong to royalty..." she notes.

Rose goes off to tend to the now boiling water, while the rest continue to look at the crown, as it gleams in the sunlight.

The light helps Minuette note an inscription on the back.

"Hey, there's writing on the back. It says confidence." she notes.

The ponies look puzzled as Rose serves herself and Minuette their teas.

Minuette takes a sip and remarks in satisfaction "Tasty!"

Bon Bon asks in more curiosity "So a crown that is not for a princess...what can it be?" Lyra touches it and suddenly the crown lights up.

All the ponies watch in awe as the crown beams with the color of gold.

Lyra squeals "So cool!"

Everypony continues to watch then Rose is quick to ask "Why did it glow when Lyra touched it? Bon Bon and I did too but the crown didn't react."

Lyra pipes up "I may have the magic touch!"

"Or maybe this is your crown!" Bon Bon hypothesizes.

Lyra levitates the crown onto her head and the handles lock around her ears. She squeals in glee as it looks like Bon Bon is correct, Lyra does own the crown.

Silence dominates the room, which has a large table taking up most of the space, with obsidian being it's material.

Sitting on the left side of the table is a tall female Allanian, who is as dark as the obsidian.

Her seat is cushioned by a fluffy pillow.

Suddenly, another of her kind rushes into the room.

"Your highness Tarvasliatria! The Pastels report they have been robbed!" he reports.

Tarvasliatria looks at her servent with little interest.

"What were they robbed of?" she mutters.

The servent whispers into her ear, and Tarvasliatria's eyes widen.

"That means they have nothing to stop me..." Tarvasliatria notes with mischief marked on her face.

"Thank you, servant. You may leave." she tells her servant, who trots out of the door. Tarvasliatria gets up and trots towards a cabinet.

She magically opens it then a dark crown is revealed.

She picks the crown up and whispers "I've been waiting to use you..."

She snickers then puts the crown on her head.

Then the handles lock around her ears.

The crown beams with dark light and in a quick flash Tarvasliatria is no longer in her lair.