“Twilight.” She breathed.  Terror rose in the pits of her stomach.  It was after Twilight Sparkle.  Her most faithful student was in danger, and worse, it was Celestia’s fault she was even there.  Flashes of horrible scenarios flooded Celestia’s imagination.  She raced out of the room and down the hall following the echo of raised voices.  She sped along using powerful strokes of her wings to boost her pace.  Celestia heard the scream of a small, terrified filly.  She instantly recognized it as Twilight’s voice, followed by three explosive cracks, which echoed and bounced off the walls.  Celestia’s heart stopped.  Her stomach wrenched itself in knots.  Her eyes threatened to fill with tears as she feared for the worst.  She launched her entire being faster than physically possible, her mind rebelling at the thought of Twilight coming to harm.  She rounded a corner and saw a mess of guard ponies, some scrambling to their feet.  Twilight stood looking out a broken window at the end of the hallway.  Celestia filled with warm relief.  Twilight was alive and well, yet the alien was nowhere in sight.  