Me and Scootaloo both trot into the classroom. A dead silence is hanging above everyone in the tiny building, the unfathomable quietness so thick you could cut through it with a machete. All the adults in the room are staring at me, their expression varying drastically.
The farm pony's gaze isn't what id expect from someone of her nature. Her legs are currently crossed as her hair slowly flows in the wind that is going full blast through the open door. Her very laid back posture is something that she is known all around town for. Her Stetson hat is on the desk opposite of her, the hat itself beginning to flutter in the wind. It never leaves the desk though, and after a tiny pause, the mare's soft gaze goes down to her sister, the yellow filly now standing next to Scootaloo. The expression on the fillies face is one of uncertainty, an expression I know all to well.
The white pony in the room is standing next to the Applejack, trying to act like the country mare next to her. The only problem is she's failing miserably at it, her stare trying to breach the inner sanctum of my mind and utterly obliterate everything inside. She's in a stance that one would take if they were trying to fail at a one on one fight, her front hooves bent down like she's ready to pounce at me if I make a sudden move. She should know better, I'm not the most dangerous pony here.
My eyes move down to Scootaloo, who at this point is staring up at me. I chuckle at her thought process, leave it to the only teenager in the entire building to try to handle the situation.
"Alright everypony."
The voice that finally shattered the silence came from the teacher, her voice as calm as it was the first time I met her.
"We all know why we're here. Who wants to speak up first?"
"Actually Mrs. Cheerilee, I think I'll do that."Applejack says as Sweetie Belle literally limps through the door, shivering from the wind like she's suffering from hypothermia. Scootaloo instantly gallops over to her, putting a wing over her back to try and warm her up some more. The tiny unicorn welcomes the affectionate gesture with on her own, cuddling into the heat source next to her. Everyone watches the scene unfold, some ponies enjoying it more than others.
"Sweetie Belle, are you alright?" Scootaloo says, sounding completely and utterly concerned for the still shivering unicorn. The only pony she's ever acted this concerned about is me, and even then she was never this affectionate, thinking it as 'uncool'.
"I- I'm fine." Sweetie Belle says, her voice raspy and weak as her legs suddenly give out on her, causing her body to slam into the floor. The filly whines in pain as Scootaloo's serious face goes even more serious, the orange Pegasus laying down next to her friend and cuddling harder into her, once again draping a wing over the surprisingly mentally strong filly, even going so far as to start stroking her head slowly.
"Rarity, "Applejack says, turning around to face the mare, "What in tarnation did you give this filly?"
"What do you mean Applejack?" The white asshat responds, currently looking away from her little sister, not wanting to see her in so much pain.
"What do I mean? WHAT DO I MEAN!? Just yesterday Sweetie Belle could barely levitate a broom! Now she just poofs up a shield spell strong enough to almost shatter that fillies hoof!" Applejack yells, pointing over to Diamond Tiara, who is currently laying on her dad's back, her crying having stopped at the start of the conversation. "What kind of magic steroids are you giving this filly?!"
Rarity never misses a beat, instantly going on the defensive, "Steroids! How can you accuse me of something so... uncouth! A nice, fashionable lady like me has no need for such vile drugs!" The unicorn snaps back.
"ENOUGH!"
The yell echoes throughout the room, causing everyone to go completely silent. All eyes go to Applebloom, the tiny filly looking over at her sister with a rage that I don't think even I could get into.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO! Sweetie Belle is over there crying her eyes out, and the only thing you two idiots have been doing is letting poor Soundwave figure out the problem himself. Now maybe if you two 4 year olds could grow a pair and actually act your age, we might be able to see what's wrong with her!"
Even I turn my head to look at the earth pony, the filly seething with rage and hate. Applejack and Rarity quickly shut their traps, Applejack's mouth agape at the snorting filly in front of her. Guess she's never seen this side of her sister before.
"Applebloom."
The voice instantly calms down Applebloom, her head turning to the fellow crusader who is currently bawling in the floor, her front hooves holding her stomach as she lets out another howl of pain. Scootaloo's serious face has now gone to crying for her friend, the tiny tears hitting the solid floor as she continues to hug her fellow crusader.
"I'll go get help." Cheerilee states, bolting for the door. She doesn't get far when I quickly speak up.
"No need."
Cheerilee stops in her tracks, her eyes moving over to me as I trot up to the pained filly, Scootaloo giving me a nod as she let's go of her best friend. Sweetie Belle looks up at me, the pain never giving her room to breathe as she howls out again.
"Magic termination."
Everyone in the room now looks over at me, my horn lighting up to cast a magic transfer spell.
"Magic termination? What is that?" Diamond Tiara's dad says, finally joining in the conversation as he sets the now sleeping Diamond Tiara on top of a desk, trotting over to join the other three adults.
"Is it fatal?" Scootaloo yells, trying to run over to Sweetie Belle again. This time, Applebloom grabs the orange filly from behind, using her brute strength to hold the Pegasus back. Scootaloo instantly starts flailing in her grasp, beginning to flail randomly and trying to hit the yellow filly behind her.
"LET ME GO!" Scootaloo yells, trying with all of her might to get out of the earth ponies grasp. Applebloom never lets up though, the repeated hits Scootaloo delivers to her chest and legs not even causing her to flinch.
"Scootaloo, let Soundwave do what he needs to do!" The yellow filly yells, finally getting annoyed with her orange friend. She uses all of her strength to yank her back, maneuvering her hooves in such a way that she traps the Pegasus in a sleeper hold. Scootaloo isn't stupid, and instantly backs off, fearing what it's like to be choked into a state of unconscienceless.
The filly nods over to me, and I nod in return, turning over to the filly in front of me.
"Sweetie Belle, listen to me. I need you to keep complete eye contact with me, alright? I promise the pain will soon go away, you just need to trust me."
The white filly instantly stares into my eyes, allowing me to hold her head steady with my hooves to make sure she doesn't start moving again. The fear is clear in her eyes, and I continue to stare into those eyes as I move my head forward, my horn touching with hers.
At first nothing happens. Everyone around the room looks at me, hoping that I know what I'm doing. Then everyone watches as something green starts moving in Sweetie Belle's eyes, a wave of magic flowing up to her horn as it gets drained from her body. She begins to get scared, trying to move her head away. I clamp my front hooves tighter to the sides of her face, forcing her to stay where she is.
"All I see is green! W- what's happening to me!" The filly says, her tears of pain quickly changing to pure terror as she thinks she's going blind.
"Only ten more seconds, you're doing great." I whisper into her ear, trying to keep her spirits up. The filly only nods her head, sitting motionless as I finish the spell. The green aura in her eyes is now gone, and the filly starts to blink. I slowly remove my hooves from her head, wanting to make sure I didn't damage any part of her brain.
"Okay Sweetie Belle, one more thing needs to be done. Tell me, "I say to her, moving my two front hooves behind my back as I move into a sitting position, "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Sweetie Belle shakes her head, before smiling up at me. She begins to laugh at the ridiculous question, a smile appearing on her face when she realizes the pain is gone. I smile back at her, before gasping as the filly throws herself at me, me having barely enough time to blink before I topple over, laughing along with the now happy unicorn.
"Ponies don't have fingers!" she yells in laughter, her hooves wrapping around my chest as she tries to give me a death hug.
At the sign of her friend being better, Applebloom removes her grip from Scootaloo, the orange filly quickly galloping over to her friend. Sweetie Belle gets off of me as she unwraps her hooves from me, bracing herself as Scoots tackles her to the ground.
Applebloom joins in their rough-housing soon enough, and I laugh at the trio before I finally get back on my feet, brushing the dust off of me before I trot over to one of the desks, sitting down and watching the group play around.
"What happened?" Diamond's dad says, oblivious to everything that just happened.
"Magic termination is a very serious condition, and can be fatal if not treated within 4 to 8 hours, "I begin to say, watching Rarity's face change to one of horror when she realizes her sister could have died if I wasn't in the room, "It happens when a unicorn inserts stronger magic than the recipient's magic directly into a unicorns body, causing a sort of fight between the two magic sources. When neither of them can win the fight, the first thing they do is try to take as much of the body as they can for themselves, both sides trying to take control of the unicorn's magic receptors."
"Like a fight for dominance?" Cheerilee says, trying to understand the concept.
"Exactly. The 'fighting' is mainly done in the stomach area. The two magics pushing against each other, trying to force one of the others out through any opening in the body. Normally, the fighting in the body wouldn't even be able to be felt, but when the magic reacts with the stomach acid, that's when it gets painful." I say, continuing to watch Rarity try to process the information.
"That explains why she was clenching her chest." Applejack says, taking all the information in stride.
I nod, "She's a lucky one. Usually the pony is knocked unconscious, causing my simple spell to be negated due to the fact I need eye contact to make sure it's working. Then you need some emergency room level stuff, with many doctors and unicorns trying more... 'gory' measures. Most of them involving tens to hundreds of stitches, sometimes even thousands."
Everyone's head moves over to Sweetie Belle, who is running around with the other crusaders. Each one of them tries to imagine her beautiful white fur covered in blood, big black stitches covering her body as she limps down the street, her hair a frazzled mess as her disfigured face frightens everyone that passes her.
"That's not the worst of it. The tragic part is when they begin to fight in the brain. The reaction is instant, causing things from convulsions to seizures to immediate shutdown of the brain. The fact that Sweetie Belle didn't faint after that use of the spell is incredible, considering she's never used a spell that powerful before."
I watch as Sweetie Belle lights us her horn once more, combining her levitating power with her physical strength to push-off Applebloom and Scootaloo, who have started to dogpile on top of her. The two of them fell off instantly, Sweetie Belle getting up and sprinting away before the others could jump on her again.
"Her impressive mental state of mind is what kept her alive," I finally finish, looking up at Rarity, whose expression has completely changed. A comfortable, happy grin is now on her face, kind of like that smile ponies get right after childbirth.
"I... I guess I'd never knew how much danger she was in. I can't thank you enough." The stuck-up pony says, the tiny smile on her face growing in size.
"Don't mention it." I say to her, glad to put this all behind us.
"You know what everypony, "Applejack begins with, getting everyone's attention, including the crusaders, "I think this calls for a celebration. Not everyday a teenager saves the life of a filly!"
"I couldn't agree more, "Cheerilee says, a smile on her face as well, "what you have done here is truly amazing! I know I was a little harsh on you before, and at first I kind of thought you were one of those 'dark thinking' kind of ponies, but it seems I was wrong about you."
"You shouldn't be worried about me Cheerilee, " I say, pointing over to Scootaloo once more. The mare looks confused at first, until her eyes go wide in enlightenment.
What's wrong with her?
Which one? Raven or Scootaloo?
Cheerilee' eyes slowly sweep over the Pegasus, analyzing everything about the pony. The teacher quickly shakes the thoughts out of her head though, and for good reason.
"Anyway, how about all of us go to Twilight's house and meet up with the rest of the group. Maybe Pinkie Pie will agree to throw you a party." Applejack says, beginning to trot out the door.
"Actually, if you adults don't mind, I'd like to talk to Scootaloo in private before we all go."
Everyone quickly nods their heads beginning to trot out the door. I pull Scootaloo aside for a moment, the filly looking up at me with mild curiosity.
"Is something wrong dad?" Scootaloo says, watching my horn glow once more. The fillies eyes grow to the size of saucers when she sees the shard of glass from earlier, as I slowly put it in her mane so it doesn't poke her.
"In case your teacher tries anything funny." I whisper to the filly.
Scootaloo nods to me, an I silently nod back, giving her a fast peck on the forehead before trotting outside, where everyone else is completely oblivious to what just happened only moments ago.