//------------------------------// // A minor event // Story: The Alchemist // by Hummingbirds //------------------------------// In such a time, there was potential. There was an opportunity, given by the universe itself, and two souls, two sisters, took it. Well, what they wanted. Fame. Power. Peace. A kingdom forged with tedious labor, created from the grounds of the planed they saw fit- earth. Hundreds, thousands, and millions of years passed, and not a single internal conflict took a life. All of the population was in some way, serving the two sisters, maintaining the kingdom, tending the crops, and erecting cities. Massive legions marched through the streets, showered in flowers and cheers. The sisters had everything in pure, undivided harmony. It was perfect, prosperous….and unstoppable. And yet, one little pony, one little insignificant soul, saw something missing. Lead under the tutelage of the very sisters themselves, she led the majority of her early life in bliss, living with power, wisdom, and best of all, friends. And it was perfect But the world, like anything born in the universe, began to change, in ways so insignificant and trivial that to the naked eye, nothing had happened. But something did. One small asteroid, small enough to pass through the atmospheric filter created by the sisters, yet somehow strong enough to withstand entry, landed. In the tree she called home. In truth, she wouldn’t have noticed it at all, and she didn’t. But somebody else did. On a day of his mindless chores, he came across the dull rock. In his glance, he saw nothing more than debris, so he kicked it away towards the center of the room, but as it rolled towards the pile of dust that had been swept there, a faint trail followed it. He watched, bluntly, as a little ghastly trail of the purest darkness followed the rolling pebble. He needed nothing more to be interested. Picking it up, he inspected it carefully. It was almost perfectly round, if not a bit like an oval. It was white, and seemed to have faint lines of red coursing through it. Turning the stone around, walking to his bed, he tripped, and dropped it. The rock hit the ground with a chime, as if it were a bell. Slowly, it rolled, revealing a familiar purple, followed by black. As it completed its course, the dragon found himself unable to breath. In front of him, to his horror, lay a stone in the exact shape and color, of an eye. And that eye, looked to be Twilights. A knock rung through the corridor, shaking him out of his reverie, followed by the joyous chirp of none other than twilight herself. “Spike! I’m home!” Standing there for just another second, staring at the alien object, he slowly backed away, and ran to the door, opening it quickly. “Oh, goodness. I thought you had gone out with Rarity again. I thought I was going to have to find you again. Hey! Did you see that new cake Pinkie made? Weird thing though, It was gone when we went back inside. Pinkie freaked, but I’m sure she ate it agai-“ “Twi.” Snapping out of her recollection, she looked down to see spike. Something was wrong, and she knew it. “What is it?” She asked, just a little cautious. From the look of it, spike was in shock. Slowly, he pointed upstairs, his eyes never leaving hers. She walked up, slowly, with her horn lit just to be safe. As the floor panned out, she sighed in relief. It was maybe one of Pinkies pranks again. As she set her saddlebags down, she noticed the rock… staring at her. Her pupils became the size of pins, and her vision focused on the rock, as it seemed to stare beyond just her eyes. Slowly, tendrils of both darkness and silvery light began to emit from its core, illuminating the stone with a ghastly glow. She had stopped breathing long ago. Spike was still downstairs, staring out the door. Twilight and the stone stared.. and stared.. as her vision slowly went to black. Slowly, her eyes fell shut, as conscious left her mind. She collapsed, eyes half open, still fixed on the rock, before she closed them. And there was a flash. A look...into the eyes of the universe.