“Turn that annoying little filly. Leave the ape for me,” Midas commanded and the guard nodded and turned to Cozy and charged. Cozy sneered and blasted the guard, only for the blast to just dent the pony. The wound was then healed by the gold that spread as the guard walked. Oh boy.
Meanwhile, Cheshire, who was hovering in midair, was dodging Midas’ golden beam. “Come on, ape. Let me touch you. You’ll see that this is for the best.” He smiled. “You can be a great follower, or even my queen. Yes, a queen will suit you well.”
“Sorry, but I’m not interested,” Cheshire spat as she blocked a blast and conjured a wall and sent it towards Midas. She then lifted Midas up and threw him back. I know I have limits here, but I think Cozy did something to me in this world. I shouldn’t be this weak! Curse that little filly! Cheshire then channeled her anger into a canon which shot at a cannon ball, severely indenting Midas. “Impressive,” Midas said. The gold on the ground covered his wound and healed him. Cheshire hid her shock. “What are you?”
“Just a pony that once wished for gold. Now I am gold, and soon, I’ll have nothing but gold!” Midas cackled. “Now, come here, let me touch you. Be my queen!”
“Not a chance!”
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