My Little Miraculous Ladybug

Old Wounds

When morning came around, everyone came down to the kitchen for breakfast. Marinette took Alya aside and quietly told her about the conversations that she had with Twilight. Needless to say, she was not impressed with how Twilight's friends had treated her, and she too decided to give the girls a piece of her mind at the first available opportunity.

"Just who do these girls think they are, ditching her when she needed them the most?" she viciously started as soon as the others were out of earshot. "If you ask me, their priorities were seriously messed up. Has Twilight sought therapy for this?"

"Well, she is going to Master Fu's after this," Marinette told her. "And I do believe that she has tried some therapy."

"Therapy for what?" Applejack asked, curiously, having overheard what they were talking about. Marinette turned around, hardly believing that she dared ask.

"It's best you didn't know," she answered, rather coolly. Beside her, Alya gave a curt, affirmative nod.

"Okay, then," Applejack said uneasily. She finished her breakfast and left with the other girls to get dressed for the day.

"There's one other thing we need to take care of," Alya continued. "Chloe wants to help out at the dance later today, and given her current status among our peers, it may prove to be difficult. Have any ideas?"

Marinette paused to ponder this. At last, she snapped her fingers. "Alya, I think I know what we're gonna do today!"

-break—

Twilight walked up the front steps to the shop with the address printed on the card. So this is where he can be found, she mused. She took a deep breath, then bravely knocked on the door. It opened, and a small, kindly, grandfatherly old man smiled back at her, accompanied by what Twilight assumed was another kwami, only this one was small, green, and turtle-like.

"Hello," Twilight started, facing the old man. "I take it that you're Master Fu?"

The old man smiled. "Yes. Yes I am. Come in, come in. I believe you came to me seeking guidance."

Twilight blinked. "You do?"

"My dear, he can always sense when someone is in spiritual distress," the turtle kwami said mysteriously.

"Indeed, Wayzz," the old master agreed. "You have something on your mind; I can feel it. How about you step into my office?"

They entered the office. Twilight noticed a stack of old papers in front of one of the mats. She picked one of them up. The page depicted two alicorns locking horns over what appeared to be seven jewels. She turned the page, and the page now depicted six ponies who looked suspiciously like her and her friends, fighting off evil forces from every direction.

"These ponies look awfully familiar," she said at last. "Are they supposed to be me and my friends?"

To her surprise, Master Fu smiled knowingly at her.

"Indeed they are, Twilight Sparkle," he said at last, motioning for Twilight sat down on the mat. "In fact, I'd say that our dimensions are more connected than you imagine."

"Really?" Twilight sat down, now curious. "How so?"

"Well," the kwami called Wayzz started, "it all started many millennia ago, in the era before the ones you refer to as Celestia and Luna. Long ago, there were two alicorn brothers: Gabel, the Great Creator, and his brother, Bane. They were responsible for creating the world that you call Equestria. One day, Gabel had this great idea: with the help of some Equestrian fairies who would later become the kwamis, he and his brother took seven ordinary jewels and infused them with Equestrian magic, and Gable declared that the Miraculouses were to be used to benefit the future inhabitants of the land, and that any attempt to do so otherwise would bring harm to the wearers.