"Blank Flank." That haunting phrase banged around her head and rang relentlessly in the young filly's ears, as she meticulously juggled various tonics and elixirs in the air while stirring a festering tub of malcontent. How they laughed...how they taunted" Blank Flank, Blank Flank."..." When are you gonna get your cutie mark?"..." I guess she's just not good at anything !"
The mere recollection of her humiliation, her injustice caused the small unicorn pony to lose her concentration sending dozens of jars and viles splashing into her deadly cocktail. Candied Apple scrambled for cover frightened of explosive potential of her concoction...she waited but there was no ear bursting combustion, no flying debris , and no throat choking smoke. As instead, the room was filled with an almost " sweet " aroma and the dark drab room was not kissed by a gentle alluring green light. Cautiously the pony peeked from her shelter and approached her new creation...



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