Chapter 13

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Running an aura protected finger along Myrtenaster's blade, Weiss inspected her beloved sword for any imperfections. There weren't any of course, neither old or new. Not even the old Mantle Runes had been scratched. Myrtenaster was designed by Weiss, and she helped in its creation physically. It took dozens of tries and failed attempts, but in the end, she succeeded.  Myrtenaster was an extension of her very being, an extension of her very soul. Without Myrtenaster, Weiss would be incomplete, like a puzzle missing a piece in the middle. Her body was trained to be able to use Myrtenaster to its fullest potential, using the ice-skating and ballet skills she perfected when she was younger, and combining them with the more traditional style of fencing. In Weiss' hands, Myrtenaster was the perfect weapon. 

Holding the sword in her dominant left hand, Weiss struck a pose, with her right hand hovering where the Dust chamber met the blade. Sadly, Myrtenaster was dependent on her supply of Dust, which would be severely limited in this world. Some of the crystals these ponies had looked similar to Dust, but they didn’t hold the same properties and couldn’t be used as a replacement. Weiss had already tried in the two weeks she had spent cooped up in the Princess’ castle. Those crystals, which apparently were  snacks confiscated by Twilight that used to belong to Spike, the cutesy wootsy dragon that worked as her assistant. 

Growing more Dust with the old Schnee techniques and her limited supply would take a while, but it was possible. Even if her stay here was going to be short, having a larger amount of Dust would still be useful. She already emptied the Dust vials in Myrtenaster’s chamber, hiding them in a box under her bed. Her Dust earrings joined the vials, replaced by a set of red crystals that Luna had carved to imitate her original pair. 

She formed a glyph beneath her feet which Weiss used as a launchpad, throwing herself to the far side of the empty ballroom, spinning midair. It was located in the section of the palace she’d be stuck in until the Princess’ were ready to announce her to the public, and was converted into Weiss’ practice room, for the moment. 

Mrytenaster sliced through the air with ease as she caught herself with another glyph, and allowed herself to drop onto the ground gracefully. Her new pony-made heels were as comfortable as her pair from Remnant, and they looked cute, at least in Weiss’ opinion. They were black, which contrasted well against the simple white dress she wore, which was modeled after the blue one she was wearing on her way to Mistral. It reminded her of home. One of the large double doors creaked open, and a white head with a dark brown mane appeared through the gap.

“The stylist is ready to prepare you for the press conference.” Raven Inkwell, Princess Celestia’s personal assistant, said. She was a unicorn of few words. 

Weiss didn’t even manage to work up a sweat, but she still wiped her forehead with a handkerchief from a hidden pocket, one of her many requests to Emerald Weave. She aimed Myrtenaster towards the ground, its tip hovering just a few inches from the hand carved marble. 

“Thank you.” Weiss sighed internally. The stylist was Luna’s idea, who refused to back down despite Weiss’ protests. She could easily get herself ready. The Princess of the Moon must've still felt guilty after being a part of her sister’s plan to get Weiss to lead a company of their Royal Guard to the Everfree Forest. Based on what Weiss had read during her stay here, it sounded just like home, a little tame even. Weiss had been in worse situations before. “I’ll be there shortly.” 

Raven nodded and disappeared, closing the doors behind her with a loud thud, leaving Weiss alone with Myrtenaster and her thoughts. It was comforting in a Blake sort of way. 

“Time to finally be able to walk around outside.” Weiss mumbled under her breath, sheathing Myrtenaster into the aura reinforced ribbon that wrapped around her waist. At least she had ponies to talk to so she wouldn’t go insane from being inside a castle that was built off the side of a mountain. 

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